KP: A Mother's Sacrifice

AN: Another in my Sacrifice series of stories. This one will be a two parter. As always reviews and feedback are appreciated.

I.

"Joss, are you sure this is what you want to do?"

"Yes." Joss answered in a soft voice.

"Once you do it there is no going back." Countered a female voice.

"I know." Joss answered as meekly as before.

"It will be just like there is no going back from what you did to Ron." The familiar female voice continued.

"I know, and I'm sorry." Joss began to sob.

"And it will haunt you."

"I know, I know, and I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry cousin Kim." Joss continued to sob.

Suddenly Joss bolted up right in her bed panting as sweat beaded on her forehead. She looked around her room for several seconds before she was able to calm down enough to realize that she had just had another dream, another bad dream.

"I'm sorry Kim, but I had to do what I did." Joss said through sobs as she pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her head against them. "Like I have to do this now."

Looking up towards the ceiling as if it help communicate her words, she then continued, "I know you won't approve, but please, please don't hate me for." Joss practically begged.

This was far from the first bad dream that Joss had had, and was probably far from being the last one. The dreams had started several months after her first mission for Global Justice, the one where she had to pacify Ron in to believing that Kim was still alive. In some ways Joss found it hard to believe that it been over three years since all of this had started. The first dream started just over two years ago and had stared happening more and more frequently. Unfortunately, over the last six months what had started out as dreams had more and more often turned in to nightmares.

Looking at the clock on the nightstand next to the bad Joss saw it was approaching ten o'clock in the morning. She would need to get a move on if she was going to keep her appointment. Pulling her self out of bed the former hero semi staggered in to the bath room and awaited the awakening effects of a hot shower to finish pulling her from the dream world and back to the real one.

After finishing her shower Joss began to eat from a bag of salted pretzels, her new favorite snack. As the last pretzel disappeared from her hand and in to her mouth, she hoped that after her appointment today she would lose her cravings for them. Making her way towards the sink so she could brush her teeth and comb her hair Joss did these things while trying ignore the reason she even bothered to get out of bed today, namely the two positive pregnancy sticks that still sat on the sink counter.

II.

A mere hour later, after having packed all of the worldly possessions she cared about in a small suitcase, Joss emerged from the hotel that was serving as her most current temporary home. She knew that she would be gone for a couple of days after her appointment, and she figured it was time for her to move on again. Staying on the move meant it kept her mind occupied, and an occupied mind was one that didn't dwell on uncomfortable memories. More and more Joss felt that staying on the move was the only thing that was keeping her sane.

A couple of hours later Joss stepped off of the city bus that had been traveling towards the edge of town and her destination. She was anxious about what she was about to do, both anxious and nervous. But she was also just as anxious to get it over with as well. Walking for several more blocks Joss approached a building that seemed to stand off by it self. The lawn around the building looked as though it about equal parts weeds and uncut grass, and there were a few bushes that looked as though they had not been trimmed in years. The building it self, in need of a paint job, looked as though it was shunned just as much as the people who visited it.

There were a few people standing around the building, at a respectful but legal distance from the entrance. Each person stood there silently but letting the looks on their faces and their signs speak for them. One in particular struck a cord with Joss, it read 'you are a murderer'. Joss could only sigh and acknowledge the truthfulness of the statement as she unconsciously nodded towards the person.

III.

Once inside the building Joss made her way to the front desk and spoke to the attended.

"Hello, I'm Jane Smith, I have an appointment."

The lady behind the reception desk simply nodded as she slid a clipboard with several forms on them towards Joss.

"Sign in here then take these forms to the waiting room, fill them out and we will call you shortly."

Joss signed in under the fake name that she had been using for the past few weeks before being directed to a waiting room which had a few other women in it. Joss noted that some of them looked to be even younger than her, and most of them looked scared. Deciding that she needed to ignore those facts she sat down and focused on the forms in front of her. After filling them out she sat the clipboard on to the table next to her, she then picked up one of the several out of date magazines in order to help pass the time.

"Jane Smith, Jane Smith, they are ready for you now." The receptionist eventually called. Joss dropped the magazine from her hands and let it fall to the floor where it landed on top of the eight other ones that had piled up beside her chair. Standing up, the former hero made a conscious effort to ignore the crying young girl who was being both comforted and escorted by a middle aged woman as she followed the orderly down a sterile looking hallway and in to a room. The orderly smiled kindly at Joss as she opened the door and indicated for Joss to go in.

"You can go on in Ms. Smith, the doctor is waiting inside."

Joss simply nodded her head as she entered through the door. Once in side she saw that the room, which contained rather neutral and boring white walls, contained a desk behind which sat an old Asian man with a very long white mustache. To his right stood a well dressed and exotic looking younger woman, maybe only a couple of years older than Joss, but it was hard to tell for sure.

"Hello miss, please take a seat." The young Asian woman said in a gentle voice.

Joss simply nodded as she followed instructions. As she sat down she noticed that the old man gave a warm and friendly smile as if he was able to sense the dread that was going through her mind.

"I understand that you have a very difficult decision to make." He finally said.

"I want an abortion." Joss responded with out preamble.

Joss failed to notice the look of sadness that flashed across the old man's face before he was able to hide it.

"Yes, that is why I imagine you are here…Jocelyn Possible."