Disclaimer: I don't own The Nightmare Before Christmas.
A/N
This is my first story in this fandom. Let me introduce myself a little; my name is Rachel. Okay, that's all you need to know...
Why I'm writing this particular story, I don't know as it will be quite strange. Before you ask, Lock and Shock are both adults. I hate the title but all well.
Lock had matured much over the years, mentally and physically, he had grown a goatee and turned into what many would call a 'handsome young man'. His hair had grown somewhat longer, hanging next to his eyes and past them, though the back was cut short.
He paced around the waiting room of Halloween Town Hospital, worried about the results that Shock would soon tell him in a matter of moments. Would her fear be reality? He couldn't stand to see her unhappy; he loved her too much.
Shock had grown up also, her purple hair had grown much thicker and down to her mid-back. She no longer wore her small, baggy dress as she had when she was a child because she naturally had grown out of it. She now wore a more fitting dress that hugged her figure. She still wore her same old witch hat. Her green skin had come to be slightly darker. Her nose had come to fit her face in a better way in which many males of Halloween Town had found her attractive. Lock had bragging rights to her though.
Most of the eyes in the room rested upon him as if he were crazy, which of course, he isn't. He was just worried, love-sick, devil who feared his purple-clad witch may not be the only being he would have to care about.
Footsteps came; he looked in the direction in which he heard them only to find dismay instead of Shock. He sighed; this was going to take forever. It seemed as if he would never see Shock again, never. He dreaded such a horrible thought. He couldn't figure out that such a thought would be ridiculous as Shock loved him as much as he loved her.
'Tick tock, tick tock!' The clock went over and over again as Lock became more and more anxious, and nervous. He was impatient; he couldn't deny it. He was worried though, no one could blame him. More footsteps were heard, Lock refused to look up from the floor as he paced back and forth and back and forth. He felt as if he were there for ninety years waiting. He couldn't stand much more of a wait; he needed to know now! He wouldn't be able stand being about from Shock much longer, no. He cursed under his breath as he heard more footsteps. The clock seemed to grow ever louder at each passing moment.
He heard footsteps once more, this time they actually came toward him and they sounded familiar. He turned around to find his beloved girlfriend standing next to him.
"So, what did they say?" He asked nonchalantly, looking her in the eyes sincerely.
"I'm pregnant." She looked down at the ground sort of disappointedly.
"Pregnant?"
"Yes, pregnant." She frowned.
Lock was going to be a father at twenty-three; he couldn't believe it.
"You're not going to kill it are you?" Even though he had done some nasty things in which he never regretted, he couldn't think of ever killing his spawn with Shock, never could he.
"I can't do that, I'm not completely heartless. We could actually care for the baby, you know."
Shock was twenty-two and she knew she could care for the child if she tried to.
"We could always…." He was cut off when she interrupted.
"No, adoption is not an option for me, alright? Don't even think of such a thing Lock, do you hear me?" She glared a deathly glare at him.
"Alright, alright, no adoption, I didn't know you were so delicate on the subject, Shock." He backed away with his hands in front him to protect himself, even though she could always just use a hex on him…
She leaned her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around him, "Lock, I'm afraid though, I'm going to have to go through all of this for a child neither of us really want."
"Shock, I'll be right there with you the whole way." He smiled slightly at her.
"Lock, you're going to be a great father." She smiled sweetly up towards him.
"Wait, I'm going to be a FATHER!" He saw his vision go black as he felt himself lose any consciousness he once had; he hadn't realized he'd be a father. He fell to the floor from…fainting.
A/N
Uh, yeah, first chapter, woot. Love it, like it, hate it, flame it, whever, I don't care. I would appreciate reviews but I won't beg and beg like an attention whore. I'll update if I write another chapter; I won't hold it hostage. Ideas are also welcome.