Title: The Assistant, part 53
Author: Sweetdoggie (stirling_summer@yahoo.com)
Pairing: B/G
Rating: R
Summary: Big news for the gang
Spoilers: season 4
Disclaimer: No permission has been granted to use the characters. They are owned by their creator, Joss Whedon, Twentieth Century Fox, UPN, WB, and Mutant Enemy. This story is non-profit and is intended solely as entertainment. No copyright infringement is intended.
Buffy woke up the next morning surprised to find that she had slept straight through the afternoon and night without moving. Giles had come to bed and had stripped her out of her clothing before tucking her into one of his shirts and pulling the blankets over her. She hadn’t stirred a muscle.
She tentatively touched the spot on her forehead that had become intimate with the corner of the table, but it was fine. Looking over, she could see Giles snuggled next to her. He was so handsome and she loved him so very much, she thought. Could a Slayer get luckier in her Watcher? She didn’t think so.
Sitting up she prepared to get out of bed when she was struck by virulent nausea. She threw back the covers and bolted for the bathroom, just making it before she threw up everything she had eaten for the past week.
Giles heard her retching and sat up, deeply concerned. He would make a doctor’s appointment and take her, kicking and screaming if he had to, he swore. He heard her rinsing her mouth and flushing the toilet. A few seconds later, the shower came on. He lay awake on the bed, simply thinking. What would he do if she were seriously ill? He could lose her and there might be nothing he could do about it. His life would end, but by that time he would be happy to die. A life without his Buffy was not worth living.
She emerged ten minutes later from the bathroom and saw him sitting up in bed. “Morning, sweetie.”
“Buffy, are you ill? I heard you being sick this morning.”
“I don’t know. I just had this flash of nausea and once I threw up, I was fine. Not the best way to start my day, but I’m OK now.”
“I’m making an appointment with the doctor today.”
“No! I said I was fine.”
“Buffy, this could be something serious. What would I do if I lost you? I can’t even bear to think about it. Please, for my sake, will you go?”
She sighed and looking very martyred, agreed. “Oh, all right. But don’t make a big deal out of this. It’s nothing!”
He got up and hugged her, holding tight and burying his face in her hair. “I love you, Buffy. Thank you.”
“I love you too, worrier-guy,” she returned his hug. “Now, how about some breakfast for your poor, starving wife?”
They beat Wes and Faith downstairs by an hour and when the other two finally did make it downstairs looking very rumpled, they found Giles feeding Buffy a bite at a time.
“Hey, that looks like fun,” Faith exclaimed as Giles fed Buffy a morsel of egg and got a kiss in return.
Buffy turned to her. “It is! Too bad you can’t see what comes after!”
Wesley grinned. “I think we have a fair idea.”
They all laughed happily. It was going to be a good day.
To Giles surprise and gratitude, the doctor’s office had a cancellation and was able to work Buffy in that afternoon. She rolled her eyes at him, but went without further complaints.
Doctor Adams listened to her symptoms, looked at the completely faded bruise on her forehead, asked a few personal questions, and finally took a blood sample. “I’m going to run this over to my lab so we can get the results right away, Mrs. Giles.”
Right away must have been doctor-speak for an hour and a half because that’s how long he kept them waiting. Buffy had gotten dressed and fallen asleep on the examination table, a feat Giles would have sworn was impossible. He simply sat there and brooded, working himself into quite a state by the time the doctor came back in. The man was smiling.
Buffy woke up immediately when the door opened. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. “So, am I going to live?”
The doctor grinned. “I found out what’s causing the nausea and even the fainting, Mrs. Giles, and it’s very normal for a pregnant woman.”
Buffy looked at him blankly. “Yeah, but what’s causing it?”
He suppressed his grin. “You’re going to have a baby.”
“No, I’m not. Giles had one of those vasectomy things years ago. We can’t have kids. You must have gotten my tests confused with some other woman’s.”
He shook his head. “No, I checked everything myself. We can certainly take a look at Mr. Giles’ sperm, but there’s no mistake. Congratulations, in about seven and a half months you’ll be a mom.”
“Let’s get that sperm thing done,” Buffy commanded.
The doctor nodded. “Mr. Giles, if you’d step this way?”
The doctor handed him a plastic cup. “We need a sperm sample.”
Giles took the cup and looked at it blankly. “Good Lord!” He was slowly turning a very deep shade of red as he realized what was expected of him.
The doctor grinned and patted him on the shoulder. “Take as much time as you need.”
Giles stood on tottery feet. “Thank you, Dr. Adams.”
Fifteen minutes later Giles emerged with the desired sample. He handed it to a waiting lab assistant and went off to find Buffy. He fell into a chair next to her.
“Do you know what they made me do?”
“No, what?”
“I had to wank into a cup! How bloody humiliating.”
The doctor came back in twenty minutes. “There’s no question, Mr. Giles. You are fertile. In fact, your sperm are so vigorous, I’d say it’s pretty amazing this hasn’t happened before now.”
“So, I’m really pregnant. I’m going to have a baby. Oh my God!” Buffy simply put her hand to her stomach and began to rock.
Giles stood and helped her to her feet before getting some last minute instructions from the doctor.
“Buffy needs to get this prescription for prenatal vitamins filled and I’ll give you some literature so you can get an idea of what to expect.”
Giles simply nodded and helped his wife off the table. He felt strangely distant and distracted. How on earth could this have happened? He knew vasectomies occasionally failed, but for his Buffy this could be a death sentence.
Buffy was in shock. She could barely walk. They got to the car and Giles helped her get in because she couldn’t seem to remember what to do on her own. He drove them home in silence.
“How?” she asked him when they entered the house.
“I don’t know.”
“It’s like that dream I had. I didn’t think it was prophetic though.”
“Dream?”
“After the joining thing with you and the guys to get Adam…I dreamed about the First Slayer. I dreamed she raped and then killed you. Her belly swelled up like she was nine months pregnant. She touched it and then touched me. Some mystical-looking green crap went from her to me. Do you think the First Slayer got me pregnant?”
He shuddered at the memory of that awful dream. “I don’t know, love. We need to do research.”
They heard the front door open and Wesley and Faith walked in.
“Did you guys find out what was making Buffy sick?” Faith asked.
Giles nodded. “It seems that, that Buffy is pregnant. We suspect that it has something to do with the First Slayer.” He told them about the dreams he and Buffy had experienced.
Wesley looked deeply concerned. “What are we going to do?”
“For now, research. Buffy must stop patrolling at once. A blow to the stomach could kill her or the baby.”
Buffy plopped down on the couch and folded her arms over her stomach. She began rocking back and forth in distress again. “How can I be pregnant? How come this stuff keeps happening to me?”
Giles came and sat next to her and gathered her in his arms. “You are a focal point, love. The fates have chosen you to play a vital role in saving humanity. It is possible that this pregnancy is part of that destiny. In fact, I would say it is likely.”
She snuffled into his chest. “Have I ever mentioned how much I hate this mystical crap?”
“It will be all right, I promise.”
“You promise?”
“Yes. I will make sure everything is all right.”
“I love you, Giles.”
“I love you too, dear heart.”