Faith paced across the courtyard of the Mansion, one hand tapping impatiently on her thigh as she moved, the other holding her cell phone up to her ear.
"Sam, pick up," she murmured to herself.
Sam & Dean
Sam was just getting out of the shower when he heard his phone ring. Rushing to make it out before it stopped, he scowled at Dean who was reading the paper.
"You can't hear that?"
"Would you honestly want me to pick up if it were Ruby?" Dean's eyebrows rose.
Sam sighed, finally finding it and putting it to his ear.
"Hello?"
Faith
"Oh thank God," Faith breathed.
"Sam, we need... do you have him? He was there and crying and I can't remember anything else because..."
Sam
"Faith, calm down," Sam said calmly.
"Who are you talking about? Do I have who?"
Faith
"Our baby," Faith replied, as if he should already know.
"Have we even given him a name yet? I mean, I know... I know we didn't want him and everything, but he still deserves a name... what happened to him?"
Sam & Dean
"What is it?" Dean frowned.
"She's delirious," Sam covered up the phone as he spoke.
"Faith? Faith, is Hank there?"
Faith
"How are you not more concerned?" Faith asked in disbelief, anger entering her voice.
She was still pacing, though, at Hank's name, she turned and changed her course for the Medlabs.
"I'll call when I know more."
Sam & Dean
"You do that," Sam insisted, before hanging up on her.
He quickly called the mansion.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked.
"We need to get there. But Hank needs to know first. Get ready."
Hank and Faith
"Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters, Henry McCoy speaking," Hank said pleasantly, glasses perched on his nose as he studied the slides in front of him.
~*~*~*~
Faith jabbed the elevator buttons impatiently.
Sam
"Hank! Thank God it's you. It's Sam. Faith's on her way to see you, and she's a little... hysterical. She called me asking if I had our baby. I don't know, it's like she thinks she was pregnant or something."
Hank and Faith
Hank's eyes widened and he took his glasses off, thinking for a moment.
"Alright," he said slowly. "I can give her something to calm her down, sedate her until you get here maybe?"
Faith stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the medlabs.
Sam
"That'll do. We're on our way," Sam hung up.
Hank and Faith
Hank had just set the phone down when Faith appeared in the medlabs, eyes slightly wild.
"Hank," Faith said, relief entering her tone. "I think... Sam doesn't remember, so please, I hope you do, but... I think I was pregnant. No, I know I was."
Hank nodded slowly, opening a drawer to his left and pulling something out.
"When was this?" he asked calmly.
"What's in your hand?" Faith asked suspiciously. "I'm not crazy, Hank. I'm not!"
Sam & Dean
The boys rushed out to the impala, Sam having barely pulled his shirt on. He was barely in the car when Dean pulled out, only closing the door as they were already going down the road.
Hank, Faith and Logan
Hank stood, slowly approaching her, syringe in hand.
"This is just something to calm you - "
Faith pushed Hank over, narrowly avoiding being jabbed with the needle and she was already out the doors, heading towards the garage where Logan was tuning up one of the bikes.
"Give me the keys," she ordered.
"Faith, what happened?" Logan asked.
"Just give me the damn keys!" she repeated, catching them when he threw them her way. She slid onto the bike, kicking up the stand and inserting the key, bringing the engine to life. Logan had barely gotten out of the way when she was out of the garage, driving down the road to get out of the school.
Dean & Sam
"This is insane," Dean shook his head, "what could possibly make her react like that?"
"I don't know," Sam's head was in his hand, "but she was pretty insistant. I almost felt like..."
"Like what?" Dean glanced across.
"Like I should know-"
Sam cut himself off and squinted, seeing a bike headed their way.
"Hey, isn't that-?"
The bike flew past and Sam's head whipped.
"Dean that was her!"
Dean immediately pulled on the handbrake, spinning the impala across the highway before gunning it after the bike.
Faith
Faith glanced in the mirror and cursed under her breath, seeing the impala before her. She accelerated more, weaving in and out of traffic expertly as she navigated her way towards the city.
She just needed to find some proof that something was wrong.
Sam & Dean
"Cut it," Sam made the cut throat signal.
"What?" Dean scorned.
"She's gunning it. She's not gonna stop for us. And we don't have enough fuel in the tank to follow her cross country."
"Damnit," Dean cursed, slowing the car down and pulling another lane change.
He pulled over.
"So now what?"
Sam shrugged.
"Head back to the motel. If she calls, we'll go. If she doesn't... I don't know."