Carry My Baby

Set during 2.05 "Simon Said"

Cancer…It can't be…

Stephanie Collins stared at the letter the hospital had sent her. It couldn't be cancer. It just couldn't be. Not after her husband died two weeks ago. Not after finding out she was a month pregnant with her first child. It just wasn't fair. The doctors said the cancer was too far along and chemotherapy was useless at this point. Was it her fault that she and her husband hadn't had enough money for doctor's visits? Now…she had no hope…she only had a couple months.

Stephanie placed a hand over her abdomen. I can't let my baby die. After everything that's happened in this family…can't one thing go right?

There has to be a way to save my baby.

Stephanie pulled her grandmother's old spell book from the shelf. She'd never believed in any of her grandmother's crap, but, hey, what better time to try? Stephanie pulled open the book, gazing through it until a certain page grabbed her attention. It was titled: To save an unborn child.

The page was divided into sections based on what the reader needed. Stephanie read the section titles: If the baby is sick, if the mother has fallen, if the mother is dying, if the baby—wait! What was that last one?

Stephanie read through the paragraph for the ritual to perform if the mother is dying.

If the mother will die before the baby is born, the spell will choose a surrogate—someone full of innocence, love and purity of soul—to carry the child. Once the incantation is complete, signs will appear to the mother, guiding her to the one chosen as a surrogate. When the mother sees the surrogate, she will see another sign. Upon physical contact, the baby will be transferred from the mother to the surrogate for the remainder of the pregnancy. If the surrogate is a male, he will be endowed with the necessary female sex organs to ensure carrying and delivering of the baby.

This is it! Stephanie thought. This is the way I can save my baby.

She pulled some candles out of her grandmother's trunk, lighting them. She cut her hand with a knife, and used the blood to draw a symbol on the floor. She chanted in Latin, closing her eyes as she finished. She kept her eyes closed, scared to open them. After a moment, she heard a faint flop on her doorstep. She walked to the door and opened it, finding a magazine on the doormat.

Stephanie picked the magazine up and looked at it. It was a copy of Fit Pregnancy. Where the customer's address was supposed to be was a blank white square with just a city and state: Guthrie, Oklahoma.

Stephanie smiled. It's telling me where to go.

Guthrie was only a two hour drive. She could make it there tonight. It was decided: her baby's savior was in Guthrie.


Stephanie pulled onto the main road in Guthrie, searching for a motel. She checked in and went to sleep for the night. She woke up to a knock on the door. She opened it to find the man who checked her in standing there.

"Can I help you?" Stephanie asked.

"Yes, I found a pamphlet by the door," the man said. "I think you dropped it when you checked in last night."

"Okay, thank you," said Stephanie. She accepted the pamphlet and closed the door. It was a pamphlet for Calley Park just outside of Guthrie. Looks like I'm going to the park today.


Stephanie sat in the park on a bench, watching children play on a distant playground. She heard a shuffle in the woods and turned to see a deer slowing stalking towards her. It approached her, and she froze, not wanting to scare it away. It came straight up to her, lowering its head. Stephanie put her hand out, accepting something that it was dropping out of its mouth. It turned and walked away. Stephanie looked down at what was it her hand. It was a metal decal you would find on a car. It was a 67 with an apostrophe in front of it.

'67? What do they put apostrophes in front of? Years, right? So, '67…

Stephanie looked down at the decal once again.

It's a metal decal like they put on cars. It's a car year. It's telling me what car to look for. So…a 1967 what? Wait…the deer. It's telling me the model. The model is a word for a deer. Deer…Gazelle…Oh, wait, an impala? Oh yeah, that's it! A 1967 Impala!

Stephanie had the answer. Her surrogate owned a 1967 Chevy Impala.

That shouldn't be too hard. How many people drive a 1967 Impala these days?

Stephanie got up from the bench, headed for town. Stephanie drove down the main road, searching every car that she saw. Suddenly, a black beauty pulled onto the road in front of her.

There it is! I don't believe it…

She followed the Impala as it pulled into an alley. She pulled into a parking lot across from the alley, watching the Impala. Two men sat in the front seat, discussing something. Stephanie couldn't spot a sign anywhere around either of them.

Which one was it?

Stephanie watched as one of them climbed out of the Impala, and Stephanie's breath caught. On the lower part of the guy's shirt was a glowing symbol…the same symbol she'd drawn on the floor.

That's him. He's the one…

The other man pulled the Impala out and pulled onto the road. Stephanie got out of her car and followed the other man as he entered a store. She waited for a while until he came out again. When his wallet fell out of his pocket, Stephanie saw her opportunity and moved forward.