I don't own X-men or any of the characters. I have no OCs partially because I refuse to use them. I can and will though use random nameless people for little things in the story, ie) Grocery people, pedestrians, doctors.


"I should have expected this, I mean really. I had unprotected sex with a man who didn't even pull out when he was done and yet I still had the nerve to be in denial. Well, it's expected every young, hot woman goes through this right?" The blue woman muttered to herself as he pulled down her dress and got off the toilet.

Oh yes, they are entitled to some denial however long it lasts and in Mystique's case her denial survived three positive pregnancy tests, and two days of random hunger paired with bouts of morning sickness.

She had finally passed stage one, the denial that is and was sailing well off into stage two; rage. She and Charles used to watch such shows together about unexpected pregnancies (Though this was usually achieved through adultery and she did no such thing!) and every lead female went through denial, rage, panic and finally acceptance. Out of all four, Mystique had to say she found rage to be the most enjoyable. Ah yes, she thought pleasantly to herself on how she was going to ring the poor bastard's neck and snap his tail in half. She'd probably yell a lot too, something along the lines Of, "You! You did this! I used to have curves!"

Of course she doubted her body would be affected in any way from this. Well maybe, she had never been pregnant; "Would it affect my shape shifting? How long until the bump showed? Is it too late to get a hysterectomy?"

All of those thoughts rushed through her head until she stopped dead at one thought. "Oh god, Eric what would he think? Is this something he'd be angry about or not… Would the father leave if I couldn't stay?"

Mystique thanked whatever stars were out there that the brotherhood had the decency to line the bathrooms with metal so that damn whore Emma wouldn't get into people's head when they were having… Intimate moments, but Mystique knew that her secrecy wouldn't last for long. Perhaps a day or two but nothing more, the different ways that someone could find out were so vast that there was no way to dodge every single one. Mystique sighed and accepted that and left the bath room, walking close to the wall to let Angel flitter through into the bathroom, grumbling angrily about needing to straighten her hair.

A few minutes later Mystique was in the kitchen boiling some hot water and shoving a microwave meal into the microwave for lunch. Suddenly it dawned upon her, she hadn't hid the tests. "Shit , there goes my one day grace period. Maybe I can strike a deal with Angel to keep a secret? No, who am I kidding, she'll tell everyone. The whole brotherhood compound will know before the damn macaroni will be done heating and I'll have to pack my bags. God, can I at least finish my lunch before the news gets out?"

Life decided to slap her in the face, because not a moment later her microwave meal beeped and Angel Salvadore ran into flew into the kitchen, wings beating like a hummingbird's heart and her face flushed. She held out a plastic sandwich bag with three pregnancy tests. "Oh my god, Mystique you will never guess what I found in the bathroom. I almost burned my hair with my straightener. Guess."

Mystique rolled her eyes and peeled the remaining cellophane off her plastic dish. "I dunno a baby?"

Angel laughed. "It might as well have been!" she threw the plastic bag down on the counter to demonstrate, "See, all positive. You know what that means…. There's gunna be a baby around here! I'm going to be an auntie. God I hope It's a girl I wanna pass off all the tricks of the trade. I wonder who's it is… I mean Emma seems to be a likely candidate or some girl Riptide or Azazel dragged in."

Mystique sighed, it's now or never. "Well, Angel why don't you sit down…" Mystique made the both of them a cup of steaming hot tea and picked at her macaroni a bit, not feeling as hungry as she was when she had a day to think.

"Well, come'on I haven't got all day what do you think about this piece of gossip?" Angel stole a spoon full of tasteless, gluey macaroni from Mystique.

"Umm… Angel what would you do if I said those tests where mine?" She sipped nervously at her tea.

Angel shrugged and picked up her tea cup. "I dunno I'd probably find the daddy and dump this tea all over his crotch. You know hot water sterilize his toilet parts."

Mystique choked on her tea a bit, imagining that happening to her lover was quite hilarious, though a bit morbid. "And if I told you Azazel was the father?"

Angel thought a bit more on this one before her face dawned in realization. "Really Mystique, you and Red made a kid! Never would have guessed, well you two do have that exotic look thing going on for each other… Does he know?"

Mystique shook her head and ran her fingers through her hair. "This means it's a secret. Ok Angel? Just you and me, just us girls."

Angel nodded with a serious face, "Yeah, just us girls. Let's pinky swear on it." she held out her pinky and let Mystique's slightly scaled pinky curl around it. "Deal"

The winged girl then got off her chair, "Ok now I gotta bounce. I promised Emma I'd go do her nails. Don't worry your secret's safe with me! Mum's the word."

The moment the girl left Mystique heard soft whispered and excited gasps from the hallways. "Pinky promises my ass." She mentally cursed. Just then she heard a frightening clatter of silverware and china, a loud "bamf" and several surprised curse words from angel"

Mystique groaned. "Note to self never trust Angel with a secret."


After Azazel's heart rate returned to normal, Magneto summoned everyone to the common space. Riptide sat on the love seat with Emma and Angel crammed on both sides, Azazel sat in a mock calm on an ottoman and Mystique sat in a sofa right in front of him. Magneto walked into the room and began to speak. "It seems we have had some tension this afternoon among our ranks."

"Here we go… I am so dead." Mystique thought.

Magneto carried on in his booming voice, "And it is something that none of us expected, seeing those directly involved didn't know until moments ago, but I assure you it is something to celebrate!"

Mystique looked up, "Whoa. What?" she yelled in both surprise and relief.

Eric smiled at her in a calming manner, "Of course it is, your baby will be a second generation mutant! If Azazel is truly the father your son will surely carry the x-gene, after all the males are the ones who spread it."

Azazel sat there in indifference as usual; he refused to look like he DID something to ANYONE, until Angel walked up to him and slapped him across the cheek. He was slightly stunned, "What was that for comrade?" He growled out, sounding sickenly fake on the "comrade".

Angel then proceeded to move to stomp on his tail, which was minding its own business beside the leg of the ottoman, luckily Azazel ported to the opposite side of the room in a puff of purple smoke. Angel flicked her wings out of her back and seemed to want to chase him, but instead flew over to Mystique and pulled her into a hug. "She's her with your baby and you won't even give her the time of day? Man you are a shitty husband. Comfort her now fool or I'll stick a fire ball down your pants."

Mystique put a hand on her friend's shoulder and rubbed, Angel relaxed getting the signal to back off. Mystique walked over to Azazel and dragged him out of the room and into her own. Magneto sighed and dismissed the others ordering them to give the love birds "time to figure things out".

In reality there was nothing to figure out, Mystique knew Azazel was happy on the inside, he had never been one to express himself so openly, in comparison to Angel or herself though Azazel was like an emotional rock.

Mystique climbed into her lush bed and shifted over to leave space for Azazel to crawl in with her, she felt the bed dip down in weight as he slid in and curled himself around her. He leaned into her warmth wrapping his tail around her waist and putting his chin against the nape of her neck. Mystique's breathing eventually slowed until her eyes fluttered in sleep. Dusk had changed to night and nothing illuminated the room aside from the slight glow of Mystique's golden eyes. As she began to drift off into sleep her lover mumbled softly, "I hope it's a boy." Then wrapped his tail protectively around her stomach and what would soon be their baby.


My box~ Awww... Isn't that sappy. No worries this is just the honey moon period I've heard so much about they don't really act like this. Anyways... R&R to tell me if I should keep going., as usual for me once a week posts, anyone who wants to beta read can PM me and... Umm.. if anyone wants side romances i'm up for suggestions. Yes. I hope this goes well as a side project from "Hierarchy of Needs". Tah~