It was something I never expected to happen. Something that surprised me to no extent.

I remembered how it happened, now of all times, as I sat and stared at the stick clenched between my thumb and index finger. It was an odd day, really, something that you again would never expect.

It was a dark noon. Rain dribbled down from the angry gray clouds as the people under all celebrated the newly rebuilt city. I sat in an almost empty bar at the table with a nice wine cooler pierced before me. My cheeks burned from the alcohol and my words had the tiniest slur.

It was then he came down from the stairs behind the bar.

This man was a strange one. He was around eighteen, nineteen years old with a handsome figure. The baby blue eyes and short blond hair fixed the whole scene in one. Before now, I noticed he normally had one of two hot chicks hanging from his chest with small pecks on his cheeks waiting for him to accept, but now he was alone.

He cursed at the noise and slammed the door that he just emerged from. He then grabbed a bottle of stuff that I most likely couldn't even try to afford and uncapped the lid. He tipped the brown liquid down into his mouth and seemed to swish it about and swallowed. He then plopped down on one of the bar stools.

He was mid drink ten minutes later when he suddenly seemed to release that I was also in the bar with him. He smiled and waved.

I waved back as I thought about the last couple of times that he and I talked to each other. They were all while on the job with his friend and we didn't really say much. All we had time to do was shoot at stuff and worn the other of an attack.

Within that time limit, I assumed that I'd never be someone he'd talk to, but with the alcohol that coursed through my system I couldn't force myself to care.

He sat across from me and planted his drink beside mine. He smiled again, the smile itself easy and loose. His drink must of been more alcoholic than mine. His words also were loose, spilling from his mouth with an ease that probably wouldn't be possible if he weren't tipsy.

So we talked and talked and talked about anything that came to mind. I told him about my family in Kras, my older brother and sister. I told him about how I came here and why. Heck, I even told him about the ticklish spot on my thigh.

He told me much the same; his story and why he stuck through everything that happened to him. He even had a few tangents, all becoming more slurred with time. It was all a normal conversation that seemed to get rather silly as it went on.

It however, got sort of strange when the question of virginity raised up. I brought it up. My mind was simply past the point of drunk giving in to stupid drunk and I was curious so, I asked. His answer was surprising to say the least.

"No."

I blinked and tried to process the word. I blinked again and looked him up and down.

"But you're hot." I managed.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Why does that matter?"

I took another sip of the brown alcohol that we ended up sharing when I ran out of my own drink. Then I passed it over to him. "Hot people normally do it by the time they're eighteen."

He sloshed the drink around as he glared at the table. I watched him for a moment before an idea struck me. I slammed my hands down on the table and looked him straight in his clouded eyes with a smile that would scare most.

"How bout we do it?"

He actually spluttered, some of his drink finding its way on the table. "What?"

"Yeah, do it now and get it over with." I eyed the drink clinched in his hand. It only had about two more mouthfuls to it.

I reached for the bottle but never got it. His hand found my wrist first and he just pulled me away from our spot. He then lead me through the door he had came from previous and into a room. He grabbed my back and pushed me against the wall.

From there, everything was a blur, so much so, I couldn't tell you left from right.

The next morning I woke up first and just got dressed and left. We saw each other later on in the day and only spoke small talk as his friend gabbard on and on about some date he had with his girl. It was an awkward moment that passed quickly. It was also the last time I saw him.

Now, I wish that we never talked, never drank, never had sex. The reason being the two pink lines on the white stick in my hands. I groaned then spoke the words in an almost dry sob.

"I'm pregnant."

This is something that I thought of after a fight with my mom, oddly enough. I couldn't get it out of my head either. So I wrote it, plain and simple. Please review and tell me how you thought it was. I do welcome criticism.

If you're wandering about the time frame, it's about six months after Jak 3.