He didn't like remembering that night. Why? Because he got very drunk (Not his fault, he claimed) and ended up being the bottom for a guy he had ended up having sex with. It was against his rule of always be the top. The only reason he was remembering now was because Pauline and Crowley wanted to know if he had come in contact with anyone who had whatever virus he had contracted, though he had a sinking feeling that it wasn't a virus but something-or rather someone-much more serious.
"Halt, tell us!" Halt just groaned as his body started to revolt again and he dry-heaved into the toilet that he had been kneeling at for too many hours for the last two-and-a-half months. He felt someone-Pauline, most likely-clean his forehead of sweat with a cool washcloth. Someone-That's probably Crowley if Pauline is wiping my forehead-was pacing in front of his sink, muttering something about assholes and best friends.
Halt sighed as his stomach finally settled. Slowly raising his torso, Halt flushed the toilet. He accepted Crowley's assistance in standing and walking to the sink, leaning on it as he went through the motions of brushing his teeth to rid his mouth of the horrible taste of vomit.
"Let's get you to the couch, okay?" Pauline said softly, placing her hand on Halts' shoulder. He nodded, leaning heavily on Crowley as the three made their way from the third floor to the main floor of the three-story house. After settling Halt on the couch, Crowley sat in an armchair, pulling his wife next to him. Slowly, with pauses to keep his stomach settled, Halt told them a heavily edited version of what happened two-and-a-half months ago.
"So there's a possibility that you contracted an STD?" Crowley asked and Halt nodded in response. Pauline had thoughtful look on her face as she considered a seemingly impossible idea. Well, impossible for humans. Highly likely for adult male vampires like Halt.
"I believe there is a chance you are pregnant, Halt." She finally stated after some consideration. As Crowley spluttered in shock beside her, Halt sighed and nodded slowly, knowing that was the most plausible explanation for his sickness.
"Wha-How is there a chance for Halt to be pregnant!? He is a guy, if you've forgotten, Pauline!" Crowley stressed loudly, looking astonished.
"He's also a vampire, Crowley, and male vampires that are of twenty years of age can get pregnant. Their bodies are built for it, after all." The elegant blonde explained patiently to her husband, gently patting his hand. Crowley was stunned for a moment, before turning to Halt for confirmation of the information.
"Is it-" Crowley swallowed hard, struggling to imagine his best friend pregnant, of all things, "Is it true?" He looked anxiously at Halt.
"Yes, Crow." Halt frowned, "Though I wish it wasn't. I'm not capable of caring for a baby for longer than a few days, let alone years."
"You'll be fine Halt, if, of course, you actually are pregnant. You have us and the others." Pauline soothed, reminding the two males that they didn't know for sure that Halt was actually pregnant. Halt just rolled his eyes as Crowley grinned.
"Hopefully it'll just be a virus." Crowley said.
"Hopefully." Halt repeated. Pauline mentally rolled her eyes at the repetition, before standing.
"It's still late, so we should all just get some sleep while we still can. We'll set up an appointment at St. Kitts once the sun rises." Pauline stated and the three bid each other goodnight, Pauline and Crowley heading to their room on the second floor as Halt got comfortable on the couch. He sighed and let sleep take him away for a while.
And there you have it. Most likely a two-shot, maybe more. This is weird, so please tell me so.
Over and out,
AER