Nobody's Home
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Adult ++
Chapters:
13
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5,685
Reviews:
7
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Category:
-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Faith
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
5,685
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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I stare at the hospital cot, she’s cooing gently to herself, the child, baby of a slayer, my…my…my daughter. I don’t like the sound of it, I don’t want it, I haven’t named her I won’t name her. I think it would be best if I just left her here, what would happen to her? Would Buffy bring her up as her own? She’ll be better off, I can’t offer her nothing, I don’t want to.
I dress into my street clothes and plan my escape, I look at the thing in the cot, her blue eyes lock with mine and my heart breaks into a million pieces. I want to escape with her, get away from Buffy and the Scooby freaks but she’d be worse off, I have no where to live, no money, nothing. I can’t exactly run back to Angel.
Plus a baby causes attention; no I’ll stick to the plan and leave her here. My baby. Should I name her? No because it’ll cause an attachment. But what if Buffy gives her a really stupid name and then she gets picked on at school. It doesn’t matter because you won’t know about it. But. No!
You’re wasting time by having your stupid thoughts, just put your jacket on and get the hell out of here. OK OK I’m going! But I want to name her. For fucks sake. Please it’s the one thing I can offer her, my baby. Fine hurry up about it, someone’s going to come and find us and then where will we be.
I take the pen from the clipboard and tear a piece of paper from the token bible in my side cabinet. A name, a name I hope to god they understand what I’m writing. I attach the piece of paper to her cot and walk out of the room, I take one last look at her and wipe the tear from my cheek and quickly get out of the hospital. The Californian breeze is a welcome change from the cold hospital rooms, and I walk away from my life.
I dress into my street clothes and plan my escape, I look at the thing in the cot, her blue eyes lock with mine and my heart breaks into a million pieces. I want to escape with her, get away from Buffy and the Scooby freaks but she’d be worse off, I have no where to live, no money, nothing. I can’t exactly run back to Angel.
Plus a baby causes attention; no I’ll stick to the plan and leave her here. My baby. Should I name her? No because it’ll cause an attachment. But what if Buffy gives her a really stupid name and then she gets picked on at school. It doesn’t matter because you won’t know about it. But. No!
You’re wasting time by having your stupid thoughts, just put your jacket on and get the hell out of here. OK OK I’m going! But I want to name her. For fucks sake. Please it’s the one thing I can offer her, my baby. Fine hurry up about it, someone’s going to come and find us and then where will we be.
I take the pen from the clipboard and tear a piece of paper from the token bible in my side cabinet. A name, a name I hope to god they understand what I’m writing. I attach the piece of paper to her cot and walk out of the room, I take one last look at her and wipe the tear from my cheek and quickly get out of the hospital. The Californian breeze is a welcome change from the cold hospital rooms, and I walk away from my life.