Warnings: F/F, no beta, vulgar language, angst etc.

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, 20th Century Fox, UPN and WB Television Networks

Chapter 9: Sorry, Blame It On Me

BPOV

"Faith!" I run to her side of the table. She's on the floor unconscious. I have no idea what happened. One minute they were arguing, and the next she was on the floor. I shake her to try to get a response, and I get nothing. She doesn't respond at all.

"Check her pulse." Giles suggests.

"She's not dead." C'mon Faith, wake up!

"Let's get her to the couch."

I pick her up, and carry her there. I can't believe this. Why can't Willow just give it a rest? This really isn't her decision to make, and she shouldn't have tried to force Faith into keeping it.

"Willow can I talk to you in the kitchen?" I ask.

"Um, sure."

"What the hell was that?!"

"What?"

"You attacked her! You tried to force her to do what you think is better. This is her decision, not yours."

"Buffy…"

"You're not the one that's pregnant. If she wants to have an abortion she should have the right to it."

"Look I'm sorry, but I don't think she should."

"Fine. You don't have to agree with it, but you're not going to make her keep it. If you want to have a baby so bad get yourself pregnant or adopt, I don't care, but don't bully Faith."

"Bully?! What the hell?! She isn't some innocent victim here! She's the one who was irresponsible enough to get pregnant."

"She made a mistake, and I'm sure she regrets it now…"

"Why are you defending her so much? Since when are you taking her side? Is this some kind of "Slayers stick together" crap 'cause I gotta tell you, you're making the wrong decision. How many more mistakes are you going to let her make?!"

I don't want to fight Willow about this. Why can't she understand that she can't control her? She isn't some kid who doesn't know what she's doing.

"That's not up to me! I don't tell her what to do! She's her own person, and she can make her own decisions. Stop treating her like a little kid!"

"She's a convicted murderer! If we don't tell her what to do she's just gonna go off the rails again."

"Since when does the fact that she doesn't want to have a kid mean she wants to murder people again?"

"Abortion is murder!"

"It is not murder! We're done debating this. If you can't respect her decision than stay out of it."

When I came back into the living room Faith was awake.
"Hey, how are you feeling? Do you need anything?" I asked.

"Nah, I'm good. What was all that yelling about?"

"So you heard that…" I turn my head to the side, "Me and Will just had a slight disagreement. Don't worry about it." She frowned, but didn't say anything.

"Can I just ask, now that we've gotten the basics out of the way, what happened? You were fine one minute, and the next you were on the floor." Giles inquired.

He's right. We need to figure what happened, and how we can fix it, and prevent it from happening again. Right now, I really wish Faith wouldn't have a police record. If we could take her to the doctor to get her checked out that would be great. But we can't do that unless we want her transferred back to prison. I hope Willow will still clear her even though she doesn't agree with this.

"I really don't know what happened. I just got dizzy, and I don't know… I heard B yell "Shut up!" and... The last thing I remember is hearing "just tell me how to make it better." And then everything went black."

Okay, that's weird. She was the one that yelled, and I'm pretty sure no one said "just tell me how to make it better." Xander, Giles and me look at each other in confusion.

"Okay, what's going on? Did I miss something?"

"No, you didn't. However, it seems you did hear more than we did." Will explained, coming to stand next to Xander, "You were the one yelling, and I'm pretty sure no one said that last line."

Faith frowned even more at that. She was trying to remember everything from the conversation, but it looked like she was still pretty confused.

"Maybe you should tell us what you remember, and we'll tell you what actually happened."

"Okay. So um, we we've finished dinner, and I told you what my decision was. Then, um… I guess Willow and me started fighting- okay this is weird. We already know this. I kinda feel like an idiot telling you about something that happened like five minutes ago."

"We're just trying to figure out what's wrong. Maybe it would be pointless to review the whole thing. So you heard Buffy?"

"Well yeah. She was talking through the whole thing. You were… um… it was a lot like that fight we had on the rooftop."

"First of all, I was more or less quiet all through that fight, and second please don't tell me I stabbed you again." She chuckled, "Not that rooftop. It was the one in LA."

"Oh."

"So yeah, that's pretty much it."

"Well that's not normal."

"Thanks, Capitan obvious." I mumbled.

"Giles was there anything in the books about this?"

"No. I'm afraid I haven't yet been able to find much information about the affect pregnancy has on Slayers."

"Guys, I'm going to try and clear up her record faster, and you should go back to research. We need to find out what's going on, and you Faith need to go to a doctor." Willow declared, and left.

Thank God, she's at least willing to put the argument on the sidelines for now. This whole thing is really putting me on edge. I don't like the idea of not knowing what's going on. I know Will isn't doing this just for Faith's sake, but also for the baby's, but I still appreciate it.

FPOV

I take a turn around the corner, and continue down the road. For the last couple of days the house has been a mess. Everyone is either buried in books or asking me a billion questions. I just couldn't take it anymore. All they let me do is sleep, and watch TV. They're checking up on me every half an hour, and when I asked Buffy to train with me she just laughed, and told me to sit down.

They still haven't found anything solid, and Red has practically abandoned sleeping in favor of drinking coffee 24/7 and staring at that stupid monitor. I got bored to the point where I actually wanted to read, but noooo, that would be way too much for a pregnant chick to do.

I'm rebelling, that's what I'm doing. This walk around the town is my official protest to the idiots at home. Although now that I think about it, it might have been a stupid idea to go around town with no one knowing where I went when there's a high possibility of vomiting or passing out. They're going to be so pissed.

And since when do I care? It's not like I'm roaming around town, drunk and high out of my mind, killing people! I'm just taking a nice, slow walk because if I stayed in the house for another minute I'd probably snap.

It's not their fault that this is happening, but I can't help but feel at least a little bit resentment towards them. To be honest all I'm sure about is that I'm angry or want to be angry. This situation is so fucked up in so many ways, and it's getting more complicated by the minute.

They did found that there was another Slayer pregnant a while back, and are now trying to find as much info on that chick as possible. I should probably go back before they call the cops on me. I did leave a note explaining my whereabouts, but I'm positive they'll still freak.

As soon as I opened the door I came face to face with a really pissed of slayer.
"I swear to God , Faith if you ever do anything like this again you're going back to the basement."

I smirked at the empty threat. She knows as well as I do that she won't lock me up again unless I actually kill someone.

"I'm surprised you haven't gone out looking for me."

"Oh, we have. Xander should be home any minute now to inform us of his lack of luck in finding you."

I chuckle. "This isn't funny! Now get your ass on that couch, and don't move unless you have permission from the adults."

"Dude, we're almost the same age. If I don't count as an adult then you don't count either." She glared at me, and I gave up. No point in trying to fight with her. I am really tired, and I wouldn't mind taking a nap for a bit.

"Shoes off."

I groan. "You're worse than that Nazi."

"If by 'that Nazi' you mean Adolf Hitler than I can assure you that Buffy's behavior isn't even close to his. For starters I'm pretty sure we don't have to worry about mass murder when it comes to her."

"Can you stop? It was a joke, and I don't want to learn history."

"You should. History is very important. Have you ever thought about going back to school?"

"I'm going to stop you right there. I'm exhausted, angry, slightly nauseated, and most importantly not interested in talking about school. So if you would be so kind as to leave me alone to try to sleep that would be great. And I even made an effort to tell you that in English." I gave him a slightly dangerous smile, and lie down.

I did think about going back to school at some point during my stay in prison, but I quickly buried that thought because I know how long the life of a slayer is. Buffy tried, and even she failed at college. There just isn't enough time, and considering my track record before I even became a Slayer I'd say the chances of me finishing school or non-existent.

"I did it!" Willow came to the living room, screaming and grinning.

"And what have you managed to accomplish exactly?" Giles asked. At this rate I'm never going to sleep.

"I managed to clear Faith's record. We can now make an appointment at the doctors."

"That's fantastic. Now good night." My remark was filled with sarcasm.

"Faith! Get up, and dial this number."

"Are you serious? Why don't you just call him? I'm tired, and I want to sleep."

"Nuh-uh." Buffy grabs the pillow behind my head, "And whose fault it is you're tired? Just make the damn appointment, and then go to bed." She throws the phone in my lap. I sigh, and run a hand through my hair.

"I have to be there at 9am tomorrow." I announce.

"Do you need to bring anything with you?" Willow asks,

"Yes, my unborn kid."

"Can I just ask something?" Giles starts.

"If you must…" I'm seriously considering just getting up, and locking myself in my room. At least they won't be able to bother me anymore, and I'll be left alone until the morning.

"How old are you exactly?"

"Um, 20. It doesn't matter. I'm an adult, and I don't have a guardian or anything like that so that shouldn't be a problem."

"Okay, if you say so."

I really hope this is all 'cause I'm tired of all the questions. I did get an ID during my stay here. I managed to convince Willow into making me one. I know she can be a little annoying at times, but she really is a genius.

So now all I have to do is wait until tomorrow, and this whole thing can end.

TBC