Disclaimer: Nobody is mine. All Marvel's. This takes place in that itty bitty place of time where Lila had left, Cable was still dead, and Sam was leading the team. I'd say just after X-Force #24. Since I don't have 25, I have no idea what happen there so�this is a whole new storyline. Maybe I'll get around to writing a sequel one-day. Send feedback if you want that! Send flames if you think this sucks! Either way, I'll respond! (Boy I'm really force feeding you all my work in one sitting aren't I?

Breathe, girl just breathe. In, out, in, out. It can't be that difficult, you do it every second of everyday. I close my eyes as the timer goes off. Slowly I open them. It can't be! We were so careful!

But it is. The test in front of me proves that we weren't careful enough. Oh God, what am I gonna do? How am I gonna tell him? Oh God, what can I do?

The pregnancy test is positive. I'm going to be a mother. I can't be anybody's mother! I don't even have one of my own! The closest thing I had was Domino and she turned out to be a traitor!

I leave the bathroom and flee to my room. Slamming the door shut, I throw myself on the bed and stare at the ceiling for awhile. But the ceiling, no matter how much I want it to, can't give me the answers I'm looking for.

Why did this have to happen now, of all times? We're all alone, there is nobody to look after us. Cable is dead or gone or something, the X-Men hate us cause they think we know something that they don't. Yeah we do, it's called the alphabet!

I'm scared. What if he's mad at me? I try to reason with myself, I'm sure he'll understand. But what if he doesn't? What if he�?

I don't want to think about this anymore. I go to sleep. When I wake up, it's the next morning. I still don't know what to do. Who can I possible talk to about something like this? No Terry, she's got her own problems with the drinkin'. Feral is defiantly out; she hates me. Shatterstar falls under the same heading. Not Rictor, he'd go all paternal on me. Maybe 'Berto?

Yeah, I'd think he'd be the best choice. He's known him for so long, I'm sure he'd have some advice. If I can put up with the Da Costa arrogance for that long. God grant me strength. So off I go to find Berto.

I walk through the dusty desert that we call home. What a horrible place to raise a child. Wait a minute, what's to say that I am even going to stay on the team when everybody finds out? What if they kick me out?

Then I'd be in even worse shape! I'd be a jobless penniless single mom! I stop and think for a minute and realize that I have made my choice. I'm going to keep my baby.

There's Bobby. I hope he's not to busy and if he is, tough! I need his help more.

He smiles at me when I walk up to him. Of course, Bobby smiles at everything in a skirt with a pulse, so I don't feel especially flattered. Take deep breaths, and just talk.

I pull him over to the side and I give him the whole run down. He's shocked, I can tell. His face betrays him. Then, when I get to the end of my narrative, I ask him "What do you think I should do?"

He replied "I think you should tell him. You shouldn't have to go through something like that alone, and this is as much his problem as it is yours. Have you decided what you are going to do about it?"

"Yeah," I said, "I'm going to keep it."

"Are you sure?" There may actually be a touch of concern in his voice. He's actually worried about me! Well stranger things have happened.

Then as we talk, I see him. He's walking toward us, with a slight grin on his face, Of course I chose that moment to completely lose my cool, but that's okay. He doesn't seem to notice that I am panicking on the inside. He just grins, and kisses me on the top of my head.

Bobby looks from him to me and says, "Well, I think I better go now. Call if anything monumental happens." He finishes with a knowing look in my direction. I glare at him as he walks off.

"What's he talkin' about honey?" He asks me, his face slowly slipping into a worried expression. I just stare at his face dumbly. How long has it been since I just looked at him? I remember that I used to be able to gaze at him for hours, like the first night that we made love.

He was so soft and gentle that night. Oh, God he was so good at it too! He made me feel so alive, so beautiful. I had wanted him bad, for a long time, but that night under the stars made it all worth while. Even if Xavier was spying on us. I' d lain awake for a long time that night, just watching the moonlight play on his naked body.

He was talking to me again. What did he say? I smile and nod, because I guess this is what I am suppose to do. I should have known better. He knows me too well, knows that when I smile and nod, I haven't heard a word he said. He sighs. "Tabitha have you heard a word Ah jus' said to you?"

I look away. "Not really."

He looks at me, and I can tell that I'd hurt his feelings a little. I didn't want that. I reach out and put my hand on his face. He looks at me a little oddly, but covers my hand with his own. I think he's figured out by know that I've got something I have to talk about with him.

I pull him over to his bunk, and we sit on his bed. His bed�this was where you were conceived little one.

He looks at me, expecting me to start. What am I supposed to say again? I panic. I stand up, stuttering about something or another, and prepare to flee the room. He doesn't let me though. He grabs a hold of my hand and tugs me down again, this time on to his knee. I sit in his lap and look at him and I just have no idea what I'm going to say.

He starts this time. "Tabs, what is the matter with you?" You have been acting strange for the last couple of days. What's wrong?"

I start to say nothing that I'm fine, but I stop. Slowly I take a deep breath and let it out. He notices and his gaze becomes a little more intense, a little more worried.

"Sam�"I start and then break off, looking away.

"That's me. What's wrong sweetie?" He asks, concerned.

"I'm �I'm, well, I'm pr-" I stutter over the word.

"Your what? Proud? Pretty? Yeah, your both those things." He grins at his own joke. I seize my chance.

"Yeah, I'm also pregnant." There, I said it, I've told him. I wanna breathe a sigh of relief. Then I see his face. It's gone pale white, and his eyes are very dark. I slowly stand up and move away from him. He looks so stricken. I knew I shouldn't have told him like that!

"Your, your what?" He mumbles staring at me like I'm some kind of alien life form.

"I'm," I shallow, "going to have a baby, Sam." My voice sounds scared timid even to me.

"Are, are you sure?" He asks, in a near whisper.

I answer him in the same voice "Pretty sure." Then it got deathly quite. I could her the beating of my own heart. Sam sunk his hands into his hair, and blew out a breath he'd been holding. I stare at him, pleading with him to understand. "And I'm keeping it, Sam, I won't get an abortion."

At that his head snapped up, and he was on his feet. "Ah wouldn't ask you to do that, you know I wouldn't. It's just, this is going to take some getting used to."

"You think I don't know that?" I snap, sounding angrier then I intended to. I immediately regretted it. I found myself wondering if it was far enough along in my pregnancy to blame it on hormones?

Sam seems to think it is. He move gently over to where I am standing and puts his hands on my shoulders. Slowly he bends down and kisses me softly. I lean against him after the kiss is through and cry for a long time.

"I'm so scared, I'm so scared. I don't know how to be a mother." I weep again and again. He smoothes my hair and mummers soothing things in my ear.

"It'll be alright, sweetie." He says finally. I look at him and I actually believe it.

The End

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