A/N: This is my first attempt at a Kung Fu: The Legend Continues storyline. I had written this Kara series way back when I was 13 years old. Please help me, if I have botched up the characters.

Disclaimer- I do not own Kung Fu: The Legend Continues. I am just borrowing the characters.

Kara: A Tragic New Beginning

Jordan sat quietly in her bedroom staring at the EPT test. She was astounded that her feelings turned out to be true. Now, how was she to tell Peter?

Lately, Peter had been more there than here. He had just left to Northern California for Shaolin testing. He had been telling Jordan that he had to find his destiny.

Jordan never knew when Peter would decide to leave. Also, she never knew when he would decide to come back. She had gotten used to this unstable lifestyle. She knew that he would be back eventually.

Jordan sighed deeply as she set the positive test strip on her nightstand. How would she tell him? When could she tell him?

Peter had left in a huff about his destiny. However, he had no idea that his destiny lay back where he had started.

Two Weeks Later…………

Jordan sat on the white tissue paper cover of her hospital examination bed. She needed to know the truth. Could she really be pregnant?

Jordan jumped slightly as the closed door received a sharp knock and her doctor walked into the small cold room. She smiled slightly at the dark haired woman in the white doctor's smock. "Hi Doc," She said softly.

"I guess congratulations are in order. You, my dear, are pregnant." Dr. Deanna Flores said with a huge grin.

"I can't believe it." Jordan spoke just loud enough to hear. "How long?"

"According to the tests, you are about 20 weeks along. This translates into about 5 months." Dr. Flores calmly said as she laid her hand on Jordan's shoulder. "The fetus is old enough to determine the sex of the baby. Would you like to know?"

Jordan's eyes lit up. "Yes, I would like to know."

Dr. Flores worked quickly to set up the sonar scanner. She had done this more times than she could even count. However, this test never seemed to get old. It had to do with the parent's reaction to such a wondrous event. Every new mom had that look. Every new mom had that presence. It was always the strongest while they looked at their new baby through the fuzzy monitor.

Jordan was still in shock. She had hoped that the EPT test had been mistaken. She didn't have the time for a new life. Peter didn't have the time for a new life. How could she even consider bringing this baby into such an unstable environment?

Everything changed in Jordan in a heartbeat, the baby's heartbeat. She had heard the baby's heart beat. It sounded so fast and yet so perfect. Her fears fell away, lost in the sound of a baby's heartbeat.

Dr. Flores steadily moved the monitor probe around Jordan's stomach. She pinpointed areas of reference to Jordan, like "There is the baby's arm." Soon she located the baby's face, "Here is your first look at your baby's face." She announced as she kept the probe steady in the spot.

Jordan reached out to the fuzzy picture monitor that had her baby's face picture presented. She petted it like she was softly stroking the world's softest cat. Jordan's eyes filled with tears. She just couldn't contain her joy any longer.

"Now to find out if you are a boy or a girl." Dr. Flores announced as she began searching around with the probe. "There it is. Or I should say…Isn't. Congratulations Jordan, it's a girl."

Jordan wept freely. She was just so overjoyed by the whole experience. Also, she had always wanted a little girl.

"Now, I am sending you home with all the paperwork and necessities." Dr. Flores announced as she placed a clean dry towel on Jordan's stomach. "I need to do some tests to be sure the baby is healthy. So meet up with my receptionist. I will be seeing you in 3 weeks. Take Care of yourself now…It's not just you anymore." Dr. Flores said as she wrapped up the equipment and disappeared out the door.

Jordan left the doctor's office in pure joy. She was floating on that joy all the way home. Then she walked into a mad house of emotions.

Peter had once again gotten into an argument with his father. Sure enough, he was a torrent of emotions. He was in no mood for such information. So Jordan withheld her news.

Three Weeks Later…….

Jordan had just returned home from a barrage of tests on the baby. She was exhausted. All she wanted to do was go lie down for a bit.

"Jordan!" came a voice from the kitchen. "Is that you?"

"Who else would it be?" she answered moodily.

"Where have you been? I have been waiting here for you for almost an hour." Peter complained as he stepped out into the living room.

"Out." is all that she would respond and summarily headed to the bedroom for some much needed rest.

"Out where?" he asked as he caught her arm and swung her to face him.

"Let go of me now!" she growled and pulled away.

"Are you alright? You haven't been yourself lately." He asked as he watched her storm into the bedroom and slam the door. "Well, we will talk about it later. I have a stakeout with Strenlick in 5 minutes." Then he hurried out the door.

Jordan softly cried into her pillow. She wanted to tell Peter but then again she didn't want to. He needed to know, but he also may react with an angered outburst she didn't want. So she let him be. Soon, she was sound asleep.

A Month Later………...

Peter had gone out on yet another mission to save his dad or his destiny. He had been gone now for about a week. Peter had had some sort of horrid nightmare about his mother and Jordan. He sought the solace of his father. However, Caine had shunned him, leaving Peter to his viral emotions.

Jordan lay quietly on the soft couch. It seemed to be the only thing that didn't hurt her aching back or feet. She was watching a late night movie when Peter came storming into the apartment.

"I can't believe him! He is so selfish. I go to him for help and he tells me to wait 72 hours!" Peter rants.

Jordan had just gotten comfortable and wasn't going to get up for this. The father and son always seemed to work it out. Tonight would be no different. "Maybe he just needs to meditate." She offered quietly from the couch.

"Meditate! That is all that man ever does. He just sits there in front of those damned candles and meditates. When I need him, he meditates. When I don't need him, he meditates." Peter continued his rant while pacing.

Jordan knew that she was fighting a losing battle. So, she just let him continue raving against his father. She then began to wonder, "Will my daughter be this emotional? Will she have these tirades?"

"Earth to Jordan…Hello!" Peter called as he waved his hand in front of her face.

"Sorry," Jordan snapped back to reality. "I was a hundred miles away."

"I noticed." He said firmly. "Are you alright? Lately, you haven't been yourself."

"Well, I…." Jordan was going to tell him and now was a good as any time to let it out.

Just then, Peter's beeper went sounded.

"I need to call the precinct. We will talk later." He said dismissively as he headed to the phone.

Jordan just let him go. She knew that he was now focused on whatever new assignment they had just given him. So she turned back to enjoying her movie but not before she lovingly stroked her extended belly. "No worries. You have me." She said softly.

It turned out that Peter's dad was having some separation issues. He stood as two different people. It took Peter taking on the Shaolin brands to help his father.

Also, Peter gave up his life as a detective to pursue this new destiny.

Jordan found out about these new developments nearly a week later. She was sipping some decaffeinated coffee with Mary Margret Skalini, one of Peter's partners. "What? He did what?"

"He quit. Didn't you know?" Mary Margret questioned.

"Do you know where he went?" Jordan needed to find him.

"He said something about his Caine leaving. But that was like days ago." Mary Margret added with a shrug.

Jordan stood up slowly and awkwardly. Then she turned to pay her bill.

"Oh My Gosh," Mary Margret called in astonishment. "How long?!" She asked as she leapt up from the table.

Jordan had forgotten that she hadn't told Mary Margret. She had been such a shut in for so long that this small get together was a real treat. "Oh, this," Jordan stroked her belly. "I'm about seven months along."

Mary Margret stretched her hands out and softly massaged the swollen stomach. "Oh my, does Peter know?"

"I must have tried like a thousand times to tell him. But he is always busy doing something else. Now you tell me that he has left the precinct for a Shaolin priest lifestyle. I need to find him, now." Jordan said softly.

"Did you try Caine's old place? He probably set up shop there. I can take you." Mary Margret still hadn't stopped stroking Jordan's stomach.

"No, I need to do this alone. We need to talk." Jordan said sternly as she headed out the door.