Yes, yes, I have other fics to finish. I'm working on them! But I've owed people at least a beginning to this for ages, so.
SEQUEL TO 'Be Careful What You Do' so read that first. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Not miiiine. Neeeveeer miiiiine.
"Vlad said you needed to see me. Sounded pretty urgent." Erin didn't look up, and Jonno, hovering in her doorway, found himself struggling to break the tension in the room. "You know, you could have just called if you missed m-"
"Could you just shut the door and sit down, please?"
The young slayer swallowed, a vague feeling of unease creeping over him. He'd spent the whole drive here trying to work out what was going on; he'd hoped it was something Guild-related that had put Vlad in such a sombre mood but the Chosen One had refused to be drawn on the subject and now it seemed likely that something more personal was going on. Still, he complied with her request and waited for her to speak again.
"I'm sorry for making Vlad bring you here, but... I thought you should know." The uneasy feeling grew, an ominous churning sensation making itself known in his stomach. "I'm pregnant, and it's yours."
Later, he would swear that it was a side-effect of the mind-wipe that had caused him to pass out for a moment, but he knew it was probably just shock. When he came round, however, Erin hadn't moved except to look faintly alarmed, so he couldn't have been out for more than a minute. He hauled himself upright and stared at her, dimly registering that there were tears sliding down her face.
"You're... Right. But that was ages ago, you must be – you're keeping it, right?" She nodded and he mimicked the action slowly. "And Vlad knows? He doesn't mind?" He'd thought Vlad would be furious that she'd cheated on him.
"He knows." She sighed, wiping a hand across her eyes. "We're not together, we only ever went on one date. He... I think he was with Bertrand, but that all got messed up." Jonno raised an eyebrow. Well, that was at least one thing he didn't have to worry about, then. He didn't see the appeal of dating a vampire who'd tried to overthrow you, himself, but each to their own. Besides, he had bigger problems to consider than his old school friend's love life. He was silent for too long, and Erin began speaking again. "I don't... I mean, I understand. If you don't want anything to do with me. It's a lot to take in, and I know I never meant anything-"
"Erin, could you just – shut up a minute, okay?" She fell silent, staring at the floor, and he took a moment to really look at her. She didn't look particularly pregnant, but then he supposed she wouldn't yet. He didn't know what to make of the news, so he was trying not to think about it. A change of subject might give him a little more time to process the information. "So, why didn't you call me?" She shrugged.
"I did, not long after you left. It just rang and rang. And then this happened-"
"You called – oh, no, I forgot to give you my new number after the whole thing where vampires got into our base."
"New number?" There was a glimmer of relief in her eyes as she looked up at him. "I thought you'd just blanked me. That's why I didn't really talk to you when you came back, I thought you were angry with me about the sun machine." He sighed.
"Well, it was a bit inconvenient." A half-smile tugged at his lips. "But fit girls get a few allowances."
They sat in silence for a minute, and then the full meaning of everything hit Jonno.
"You're really pregnant?" She nodded. "Then I suppose you hate me. I've pretty much ruined your chances of being a slayer, haven't I?"
"I don't want to be a slayer," she corrected automatically, before meeting his eyes and shrugging. "It's a bit inconvenient, but nice guys get a few allowances." He nodded slowly, taking a few deep, steadying breaths.
"So what do you want me to- I mean... I want to help. Do you need anything? Can I... do... anything?" He trailed off, looking sheepish. He didn't know what to do. She hesitated for a moment.
"I could use a place to stay. At least for a while, while we work things out..." He smiled. That, he could do.
Erin hopped into the back of the car and took one last look out of the window at Garside Grange.
"Ready?" Jonno had loaded her bag into the boot like a perfect gentleman and was now peering over his shoulder at her. She nodded and he signalled for the driver to go.
They'd already reached the motorway when Jonno suddenly shook his head.
"Actually, Gav, not HQ. Could you take us home?" For a moment Erin thought he was going to turn the car around and take her back to Garside, but then she realised he meant his own home. She hesitated before speaking.
"Where's home?" Jonno seemed startled by that, as if she should have known. When he answered, she realised she really should have guessed.
"Stokely." She nodded, and he met her eyes in the rear view mirror, and then they spent half an hour in silence before Jonno swore loudly. "Sorry." He seemed genuinely worried that he'd offended her, but it was Gav who answered.
"Heard worse, sir." His gruff tone gave Erin the giggles, and for a moment Jonno, watching her in the mirror again, smiled too. Then he remembered what had made him swear in the first place and his face fell. Erin frowned.
"Mum's gonna kill me."