Almost Unreal

Faith’s in agony and convinced she’s dying, B’s with her. Buffy’s POV


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Notes: This just occurred to me whilst watching ‘Five by Five’, no idea how it came about.

Faith screams and grabs my hand so tight I think my knuckles are going to pop. I stroke her hair. “You’re ok,” I tell her.

“Oh, yeah?” she spits out. She’s covered in sweat and there’s more blood than there should be. Her hard act crumples as another wave of pain hits. “It hurts.”

“You’re gonna be ok,” I tell her, hoping it’s true. What the hell would I do without my Faith?

Faith moans again, and this time I hear a bone in my hand snap. I fight to extricate my hand and replace it with the other one. My fingers are already starting to swell.

“Help me!” she screams at the many doctors floating around the room.

“We’re doing all we can, Faith,” one replies.

“Well do more!”

“Calm, girlfriend,” I say in what I hope is a soothing tone.

“Easy for you to say, you’re not the one in pain.” The tears are flowing now, for both of us.

“You’re ok.”

“I’m gonna die.”

“You’re not going to die. Don’t be such a drama queen.”

“Bite me!” she snaps. Faith’s always hated crying in public, it makes her nasty.

Another wave of pain hits her, and stops the angry flurry of words that were about to jump forth.

She writhes and moans, she looks awful, I’ve never seen anyone look this bad. “I love you,” I whisper.

“Love you too, B,” she hisses through clenched teeth.

“Work with us, Faith, not against us,” a helpful doctor says. I’m glad Faith’s not up to much right now, she’d probably knock him across the room for such an obvious comment if she was feeling better.

“You’re ok.” I squeeze her hand, she squeezes back and I worry about my other hand, but that takes a back seat to my worry for Faith.

“This is it, Faith.”

“Oh goody!” Venom oozes out of each word.

A final wave of pain hits her and a string of curses burst forth for a good few minutes, never once repeating herself.

Finally it ends, Faith relaxes and a peaceful look comes across her face. She smiles at me. “So?”

I turn to the doctor. “So?”

“Buffy, Faith, you have a beautiful baby girl.”

End Notes: I don’t know who the father was!