Author Commentary: I got this idea while reading The Jungle by Upton Sinclair. This story is a complete deviation from the actual storyline of Pandora Hearts (I hate doing these things). This is if Oz had never been sent to the Abyss and Oz and Gil had a pretty normal life. Anyway, please enjoy!

Rating: T

Warnings: Male pregnancy, same-sex romance, and non-canonical information.

Disclaimer: Pandora Hearts belongs to Jun Mochizuki.

Oz nervously paced the hall by Gilbert's room. This was insane. Gilbert was given some damn potion or medicine or whatever the hell it was and—BLAM!-next thing you know, he's pregnant with Oz's child.

This was a little over of seven months ago. Now, Gilbert was in preterm labor and there was not shit anyone could do. Oscar had phoned a doctor, who was now in the room with Gilbert, but the doctor was called after Gilbert had been in labor for almost eleven hours.

Oz jumped when he felt a tap on the shoulder. The blond spun around. It was Oscar.

Oscar clamped a hand own on Oz's shoulder. "You need to rest. You've been pacing outside this door ever since the doctor got here."

The doctor had arrived at the estate four hours before. As a total, Gilbert had been in labor for fifteen hours.

One of the many blood-curdling cries off the day shook the mansion.

"Gil needs me," Oz told his uncle quietly.

"You know what the doctor said," Oscar whispered. He was giving the fifteen year old a serious look. "No is allowed in except for the doctor."

"I know." Oz brushed a tear form his cheek. "It's so hard."

Oscar nodded, trying to understand how Oz felt. It was not as if Oscar did not care for Gilbert, which he did very much, but he was not in love with the raven-haired boy.

Another shriek rang through the house. Then, there was silence. The door clicked open. Oz spun around toward the door. There stood the doctor who was covered in blood. With his once white now red-stained coat, he looked like a damn butcher.

Oz was wide-eyed and paralyzed with fear.

Oscar glanced at his nephew. He then asked for the boy, "How is the child?"

"She suffocated." The doctor did not sound the least bit remorseful. "She was pinned against the boy's pelvis and was delivered left shoulder fist."

Oz felt queasy and clutched his stomach. He had a daughter? And his daughter was dead? Oh, hell. Oh, hell. Oh, hell. The blond managed to squeak out, "How's Gil?"

The doctor scoffed. He then snapped, "Look at me! Tell me who's blood is on my jacket! Now, do you think that your lover is okay?"

Oz was dazed and very confused. "What?"

The doctor sighed. "The boy is good as dead. He is good as dead."

"Gil!" Oz shrieked. "Gil!" The boy tore between the two older men and ran to Gil's room.

The doctor held out his hand. "Pay me," He commanded Oscar.

Oscar folded his arms across his chest. "No." It was not that Oscar did not have the money—of course he did—but he was not paying some worthless piece of shit doctor who obviously did not even attempt to save either Gilbert of the baby.

Inside the room, Oz was stunned when he saw Gilbert. The raven-haired boy's eyes were closed. His skin was a sickly shade of gray. He looked dead.

"Gil!" Oz cried grabbing his lover's shoulders and began to shake his lover's shoulders.

Gilbert's eyes opened in a moment of recognition. His eyes shut quickly.

Oz threw Gil's lifeless body back onto the bed.

Oz ran from the room and collapsed outside the door onto his knees. His body quaked violently. "He's dead!" Oz cried. "Uncle Oscar! Gil! He's dead!" Oz slammed his open palm on the floor as he sobbed loudly. "He's dead," Oz choked out in between his sobs. "He's dead."

Oscar opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it. There was nothing left to say.