Jimmy Palmer just gaped at his doctor in shock. The young female doctor was sitting on a stool across from him, her small and pale hand, resting on his knee. If she was trying to comfort him, she wasn't doing a good job of it. Not at all. She was a lier too, there was no way that he could be...that he was...pregnant. No, he'd been taking hormones for months now! He was a man goddammit! Not a woman anymore! A man!

"Ms. Palmer, I can assure you that you are indeed eight weeks pregnant."

The young doctor added after a minute of their strained silence, it was as if she had read his mind. Jimmy in turn, just dropped his eyes from her concerned ones and stared at the white tiled floor. Before snapping his head up to correct her, he was not a woman!

"Mr. Palmer, if you please."

He hissed, through his teeth and the doctor seemed to understand because she acknowledged him with a curt nod before letting her blue eyes skim the clip-board in her hands. If Jimmy had to guess, he would assume that they were options. As to whether or not he wanted to keep it, the baby. Jimmy grit his teeth sharply at the tears that prickled in the corners of his eyes and he clenched his fists so hard that he noticed the red, half-moon shapes that soon appeared on his palms. The M.E pushed his thin, dark wire-rimmed glasses up his nose gently.

"So...Mr. Palmer, we do have many options available to you. Options that include but are not limited too, abortion and adoption."

So he was right, they were just options. Abortion...the word sickened him. He didn't want to get rid of it, but who would want to adopt the child of a transman? He had no idea what to do! 'Or you could just keep it?' That tiny voice in the back of his head whispered, oddly enough that voice had begun to sound like both Dr. Mallard and Agent Gibbs combined. Could he really keep it? What if he messed it up? What was he going to tell the Team? Jimmy bit his bottom lip and hung his head.

"I-I want to keep it."

Jimmy whispered softly, a shaking hand finding the tiny bump on his mid-section. The doctor's face instantly softened, more so than it was before, and she nodded as she smiled sweetly and comfortingly.

"Alright then, we have many therapists at this hospital who would be happy to help you through this-"

Jimmy zoned out once he heard her talk about therapists. He didn't need a therapist, he just wanted to know how he was supposed to take care of this baby. He didn't even know who the kid's father was, it had been a drunken one-night stand at some club. He'd been pissed drunk and he was pretty sure the other guy was too. He would get no help from that man, even if he could remember who he was. Jimmy was on his own.

The young man slowly got off the table and walked towards the door, one had still planted on his stomach. How was he going to tell his parents? Sure, they had been accepting of him being Jimmy, but he knew that they still wanted him to be their Jemma. Their lovely little girl was now a boy and that was extremely hard for them to deal with. What would they say about the baby? Would they assume it was a chance for them to get Jemma back?

Jimmy found himself walking slowly down the street, strolling past dozens of people who didn't even spare him a second glance. He didn't even know where he was going, he was just wandering. He assumed that he should just go to his parent's house, no use putting off the inevitable by not telling them.

-TimeSkip-

"GET OUT YOU WHORE!"

Eunice Palmer snarled as she pointed a finger at Jimmy's chest, more specifically at his bound breasts. The young man just stood there in shock as his mother spat abuse at him while his father, all the while Jeremy Palmer, just stood there and glared at his son. The older man's usually kind blue eyes, were now hard and as cold as steel. He was angry and extremely so. While Jimmy's older brother, Clark Palmer, was just standing there gaping at him. He wasn't sure if Clark was angry or not, he just assumed that he was surprised.

"But Mom I..."

"Leave now, you wretched girl!"

Jimmy shut his mouth with a clap when he saw the pure blazing anger in his mother's brown eyes. He just stared at his normally loving family in shock. He assumed that they would've scolded him for messing up, maybe stop talking to him for a little while but this...this wasn't like his parents at all. The anger bloomed in Jimmy's chest and he surged forwards with a growl.

"Yes, I know my child is going to have no father! But I'm going to do the best I can! You could at least support me! I thought you would be excited to have a grandchild..."

Jimmy whimpered, angry at everything, especially at the tears that blossomed in his eyes. But the next thing that happened, really sent the young man reeling. Jimmy staggered backwards under the surprising force that his mother had placed behind her hand as it hit him squarely across his face. He had never been slapped before. Not ever, not once. Even with his parents at their most furious they still had never hit him. Given him a rough shake maybe, but never had they laid a hand upon him. Their words had struck him enough without them landing any physically blows.

"MOTHER!"

She heard Clark yell, his voice laced with betrayal and anger as he went to rest a hand on Jimmy's shoulder.

"If you hit him again, I will break your arm."

He heard Clark snarl, reminding Jimmy of a certain silver-haired boss, for a second he even thought that it was Gibbs standing behind him, not his shy and bookish older brother. Eunice Palmer just gaped at her eldest son in shock, as far as Jimmy knew, Clark had never even raised his voice to her before, let alone threaten to harm her.

"CLARK!"

"I swear that if you take more than half a step towards her, I will do it Mom!"

The twenty five year old snapped, his brown eyes narrowed and alert. Jimmy would've said something, but he was still utterly frozen in his shock. He ended up forcing himself to move, though the blood was still humming in his ears and he still felt reasonably numb. He cursed the tears that prickled in his eyes moments later, they were more from shame and humiliation than anything else. Clark pressed Jimmy's body into his side with a single arm and then proceeded to tug his younger brother towards the front door.

"We are finished here."

Clark growled as he whipped his head around to send one last scathing look at their once-loving parents. Both older Palmers were staring at their sons in shock, as Clark marched his younger brother through the door and slammed it behind them.

"Y-You shouldn't have done that, Clark."

Jimmy stammered, the moment they were free of the house and Clark just looked at him with his pair of warm brown eyes, eyes that were confused, hurt and worried all at the same time.

"What'd you mean, Jimmy? Didn't you hear the things Mom was saying to you?! I couldn't just standby and listen to that. Especially not when she hit you like that."

Clark whispered, gently as he softly cupped Jimmy's chin in his calloused hands. He turned the young man's head to the side, revealing the angry red mark across one side of Jimmy's face. Clark made an angry hissing noise under his breath as he looked at the mark that their Mother's hard hand had left behind.

"Does it hurt too much?"

The twenty five year old whimpered as he let his hands fall unceremoniously, he was already leading his younger brother to his car. Jimmy shook his head as his own hand darted upwards to his still-stinging cheek. He got into his elder brother's car without complaint as Clark closed the car door behind him. The twenty five year old then started up his car and proceeded to drive Jimmy to his apartment.

"Besides...stress can't be good for the baby right?"

Clark added and Jimmy startled when he felt his older brother reach out and rest his hand on the tiny bump that pressed from Jimmy's stomach. When he whipped his head around, he was face to face with Clark and his hundred-watt smile. Jimmy smiled as well as he looked at his brother...maybe he wasn't alone in this after all.