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[__visiongal]

Okay, I've done hangovers. I've been so blindingly off my face drunk that the next morning? World of vomit.

But I've never been like this before. And when I mean like this, I mean... Hungover. Room spinning. And waking up next to a girl. Not just any girl (and oh my GOD at how much I need to wig out at THAT statement once the hangover passes

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[wickedslayer]

Rolling over, I felt the bed shift underneath me and someone get up and run to the bathroom. Fuck. I hadn't meant to fall asleep here. Not really my style to spend the night afterwards, course my bed was only down the hall and it was Cordelia.

Damn, never thought I'd get a piece of that ass in my entire life. She was drunk, I was drunk, we had a little bit of fun. Hoped she wasn't freaking out right about now.

Oh well, either way, it was wicked early and I don't get up before noon unless my life is in danger. Right now, the choices are wake up or listen to Cordy freak out.

Think I'll sleep for a few more minutes...hours...whatever.

[__visiongal]

I was shaking when I went back to the room. I'd been in the bathroom for fifteen minutes, huddled over the toilet in case the contents of my stomach (if there were any left) wanted a repeat performance of coming up.

I grabbed a tshirt that was lying on my floor and slipped it on, looking at Faith for a moment. She was asleep. Or pretending, who knew? But it was better than looking at me like...

"You're very special, Connor. Last night will always be special, and something we both needed, but it happened because of unusual circumstances. You understand what I'm saying?" I ask, softly.

"Yeah, that it was special." He nods.

"That it can't happen again."

Oh God, no. Something we needed... Special circumstances... I couldn't watch my life go out of control like this again. I couldn't. I was wigging, big style, because the only friend I had right now, the only person I could really trust and want to be around without hurling? I'd managed to push away without even knowing I was doing it

[wickedslayer]

I had just about fallen asleep again when I heard Cordelia having a heated conversation in the kitchen. Instincts kicked in quicker than I could think about it and I shot out of bed like a rocket. Who the fuck was here? Was it Angel and his boys?

Peeking around the corner I saw Cor yelling at the refrigerator and cracked a smirk. Well fuck...guess I was up now. Doesn't she know that I need my beauty sleep?

"It only says 'have a nice day', but maybe if you yell at it enough it'll learn to say something new?" I asked with a shrug as I walked into the kitchen. Now here it comes, the inevitable freak out. Hey, I'm the one who should be freaking out here! I got strict rules, once I get off I get gone and I was still here.

[__visiongal]

"Jesus, Faith!" I yelled, almost jumping a foot when she walked into the room, announcing herself with not so much as a cough or a whimper. Shit, did I have to buy her a fucking bell too? What was she doing sneaking up on me like that?

And hey... "What?" I looked at the refrigerator, frowned, then looked back at her. She wasn't freaking at all - hell, she didn't even look ruffled. Maybe she'd... Forgot?

Except it was gonna be pretty hard for me to forget because, hello, demon spawn!

"Is that all you're gonna say?" Nuh-uh, if I was pregnant? Faith was taking responsibility for her part in said evil spawn. "That if I yell at the refrigerator it might learn something new? Why aren't you freaking?!"

Yeah Cor, real smooth. Calm, collected... You're SO gonna win the award for best way of handling things. Uh-huh.

[wickedslayer]

"Is there something I should be freakin' about?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at her. Great, I shoulda known better than to fuck her, cause she was just gonna flip out. Only Cordelia, I swear.

It was kinda pissing me off a little bit, but I was determined to play it cool. I mean come on, she so wasn't complainin' last night. Probably gave the prom queen the ride of her life, now she was gonna flip?

Walking past her, I opened up the cabinets until I found some pop tarts.

"Score." I muttered, starting to tear apart the foil wrapping. One of the many good things about being a slayer? No annoying hangovers.

[__visiongal]

"Is there something... Is there..." I faltered, staring at Faith disbelievingly. Was there something you should be freaking out about? Yes, damnit! We had sex! And I screwed up everything!

Why is she not freaking?!

I pressed my hand against my forehead, thinking that the one thing that could really top my morning off was a mind splitting vision.

"Let's just put it this way," I said, so very much feeling my hangover right now, "Last night, a conscious decision was made. I was drunk, yes, but I knew what I was doing. Kinda. And... There was a--" Flashback. To me telling Connor that what happened between us was special. Unusual. And couldn't happen again.

"You realise that sex screws everything up, right?" I asked, not looking up at her, "And me? Every time I get biblical with someone without the aid of magic potion? I get pregnant. Way pregnant. And usually? It's evil. So congratulations, Faith. You're about to become a Mommy. To evil spawn. Hence the freaking."

[wickedslayer]

I shrugged as I hopped up onto the counter and shoved part of a poptart in my mouth at the same time. My eyes swept over Cordelia, fuck, she looked so damn good standing there in an tee shirt. Come to think of it, I could go for a second round...

"Never screwed up anything for me." I said with another shrug. And then when the next thing popped out of her mouth I nearly choked on my poptart. I say nearly, but I really did, and I had to pound on my chest a few times, coughing hard.

When I finally got myself together I looked back at her. "Umm....Cor. No manparts here, and last I checked you were seriously lacking in the sperm department too. How the fuck are we gonna get knocked up?"

[__visiongal]

And now she's choking. Shit. Faith's choking! I moved towards her quickly, slamming my hand on her back as hard as I could, praying all the while... Don't die, don't die, don't die...

She was fine. Breathing again. Fine. And sure, sex never screwed anything up for her because she had the mentality of get some, get gone. That was her whole MO. For me? Kinda different. I only slept with people I was in lo-- Yeah, SO not going down that road.

"Are you kidding me?" I looked at her, shaking my head, "Faith, this is ME. Getting pregnant is what I do. Hell, I could probably procreate with Dennis and that goddamn loofah if the PTB thought there was something to gain from knocking me up. Again!"

I sat down at the table in the kitchen, rubbing my temples. "And unless Mr. Jack Daniels himself has started putting Let's Not Get Cordy Knocked Up potion in his stuff? We are SO screwed."

[wickedslayer]

Fuck if I know what I'm doing when I jump down off the counter and walk towards her. Tryin' to be all comforting and shit, and isn't this the part where I say 'thanks for the ride it was nice knowing you' and blow out of town? Instead I was wanting to stay here, with her. Fuck, I must be losing my mind.

Putting a hand lightly on her arm, tryin' my damndest to be gentle. I know Cor's a tough little chick, but she's all riled up right now.

"Look, you and me. We been through enough, see? If the powers really wanna fuck with us again and knock you up with my....demon baby." I rolled my eyes at that part, because hell, if it were possible for me and Cor to have a baby, we would have the most attractive kid ever. No doubt. "Then we'll just deal with it. But I think you're freakin' over nothing. Whose Dennis?" Some old boy toy of hers, and what was this about a loofah. That was the sorta thing that was gonna make me wanna go a second round.

[__visiongal]

Okay. That's new. Faith being all nice and comforting and-- What the hell?

She thinks that if I get knocked up she can deal? Hello! And, another thing, Ms. Irrational 2004 (me, not Faith) why is it that I'm freaking over this? She said it. No sperm. Or manly parts. Or... There was sex, yes, and with my track record? It'd be weird not to worry, but...

"Whose Dennis?"I sigh, "He was my ghost. Good guy, although dead, and uh... Handy in a tricky situation." In other words, when vision girls are horny as hell and have no manpir-- Men around to do anything

[wickedslayer]

Hell if I could make heads or tails of what she was talkin' about. The last time she got laid, something happened to her. Now I remembered, she got knocked up with evil hellspawn, cause of Angel's son supposedly. Still don't know whether to think Cor's gone off her rocker on that one or not.

"Come on..." I felt that familiar feeling, the one that was tellin' me to get the hell outta dodge post hasty. Cause me? I'm not exactly one for sticking around and dealing with the morning after.

I didn't even think about it, just put my arms around her, and made her face me.
"It's fine. We're fine. Both alive, which after what we been through, I'm sayin' puts us in the plus category. You and me, Cor? We're survivors, doesn't matter what they throw at us, we'll get through it. Ok?" I looked into her eyes just long enough to start to freak out myself, before letting her go and heading back for my bedroom this time.

[__visiongal]

I looked at Faith as she started to walk away, feeling my heart sink all the way down to my stomach. She'd just put her arms around me, held me - not in the 'I want to screw you senseless' way - but in the, 'Hey, it's gonna be okay' way - and now she was walking away from me.

Great.

"Faith!" I didn't mean to do that. I really didn't. But I couldn't let her walk away, not like this. "Look, pregnancy aside... Are you freaking? 'Cause... I think it's okay to freak. I mean, we didn't expect that, did we? A-and I guess we can always put it down to the alcohol, right?"

Yeah, look for a reason to rationalise it. That makes it hurt less, doesn't it?

[wickedslayer]

I stopped with my hand on the doorknob to my bedroom. She really wanted to drag this out didn't she? She might as well just come out and say that she made a mistake and she never woulda been caught dead with soemone like me if we both weren't runnin' for our lives together. Well her life anyways. I pretty much shoulda been on the first bus outta town like yesterday.

"yeah sure, Cordy." I said dryly. "We can just blame it on the boo...ze." I heard a knock at the front door and looked at Cordelia.

"Were you expecting anyone?" She shook her head at me, looking just as freaked as I was. And this time, it didn't have anything to do with our nonexistant demon spawn. No one knew we were here except David.

Slay muscles were ready to go as I marched towards the front door, and yanked it open.

[boyhostage]

I had left Fred at her flat, going to seek out Cordelia on my own. I didn't want Fred to come with me, it would be too dangerous. The last time Cordelia was spotted it was with Faith. Faith was unpredictable and I didn't want to risk her. Not with the risk she was already taking just by working at Wolfram and Hart.

With the help of a few outside contacts, I finally located Cordelia and Faith in a poshe apartment complex. How on earth had they managed to acquire this place?

Knocking on the front door I waited patiently until just the person I didn't want to see opened it.

"Faith...hello. Is Cor..." I couldn't utter out anything else as Faith grabbed me by the throat and dragged me inside.

"Cordelia!" I squeeked out, as I caught her running into the room out of the corner of my eye.

[__visiongal]

Shit. Shitshitshitshit. As if things weren't bad enough without Wes turning up? And with Angel, possibly close behind him a-- No, wait, sunlight.

Okay, small blessing. And I had kinda made sure that David got us a place with minimal sewer access.

I was pretty much hyperventilating again when I heard Faith growl at Wes, ask him what the fuck he was doing here. I didn't know what to do - stuck between a rock and a hard place (quite literally) as I imagined how this was going to play out.

I pulled on a pair of jeans, ran my fingers through my hair and made my way into where Faith had Wesley against a wall. By the throat.

"What do you want, Wesley?" I asked, quietly, not meeting his eyes. Then, "You can put him down, Faith."

[wickedslayer]

"Put him down?" I shot Cordelia a look, this was Wesley! So sure, I didn't really wanna hurt him again, specially if I didn't have to. But he was one of Angel's homies, one of the bad guys as far as I was concerned right now.

With a sigh, I released the pressure on Wesley's throat and took a small step away from him, still close enough to intimidate him if I needed to.

"What the fuck do you want?" I hissed at him again. "Is Angel with you?"