Armin heard voices above him. They sounded muffled, almost garbled. He heard the sounds but didn't seem to be processing them. He felt odd. Groggy, and heavy, like there was a huge weight on top of him. He tried to move but could barely twitch his fingers. His brain felt cloudy and slow, and he was so tired he felt that he could sleep for days.

"This is the Reiss girl?" Armin heard a voice say. "Thought she would be...less shapeless." Armin barely felt someone touch his waist.

"Doesn't matter!" Another voice said. "Get the serum!" There were footsteps and some metallic noises coming from next to his head, and Armin struggled to open his eyes. His vision was blurry, but he could make out two figures standing over him. He seemed to be laying on something in the middle of the room. Armin blinked, looking down at his body, and noticed that something was off. The long strands of hair in his face didn't seem quite right, and the reddish-pink fabric covering his lower half seemed weird too.

Armin blinked sleepily and watched as the two figures got closer to him. One of them lifted his shirt up a bit, and after a few minutes Armin felt a dull sting in his stomach, followed closely by another. Panic began to creep into his clouded mind, and he desperately tried to move.

There was a loud crash, and Armin turned his head toward the noise slowly, barely taking in the sight of Levi's squad busting in. The sound of gunfire and blades filled the room, followed soon after by crashes and the sound of glass breaking. He looked up as a dark-haired figure leaned over him, and soon found himself lifted up and thrown over the figure's shoulder. He hung there limply, feeling himself slip back into unconsciousness.

"But who would dress him up as Historia before kidnapping him? Why not just kidnap Historia?" Armin heard Eren talking nearby.

"It's obvious, you moron." Jean said. "Two separate parties did this. Someone disguised Armin as Historia so those guys would think it was her."

"Both of you shush." Mikasa said sharply. "He's waking up." Armin shifted on the soft surface he was laying on, breathing deeply. He opened his eyes slowly, taking in his surroundings. His vision was still a little off, and he felt groggy. He saw that he was in the living room of the safe house they'd been staying at, laying on the couch. Eren, Mikasa, Jean, Historia, Hanji, and Levi were all in the living room as well, the first four huddled around the couch. Hanji and Levi sat on the couch on the other side of the room, Hanji hunched forward and reading a thick book. Armin glanced down and saw that he was wearing his normal clothes, and had just his bangs laying across his forehead. Hanji looked up from her book suddenly, then set it aside and got up.

"Step aside guys, let me look at him." Everyone backed away a bit, allowing Hanji to kneel down next to the couch. "Hey Armin...How are you feeling?" Armin stared at her. His brain still felt foggy and muddled. His stomach hurt too. There were two concentrated areas of pain that felt like he'd been pricked by something, and then another weird pain deep in his abdomen. Armin looked down and lifted his shirt, remembering the two men and a faint glimpse of a shiny needle.

"They gave you some kind of shot-" Jean started. Historia punched his upper arm. "Ouch!"

"We weren't supposed to tell him!" Historia said, looking upset. "It will scare him!" Armin sat up slightly, looking at his belly.

"Two shots..." He murmured, rubbing his eyes. "I remember, sorta..." He shook his head, trying to clear it.

"All of you go back to what you were doing." Hanji said, getting up. Armin watched as Eren, Mikasa, Jean, and Historia filed out, then turned his attention to Hanji. "Listen, Armin." Hanji said, digging through her pockets. "They did inject you with two things." She pulled a syringe out of her pocket. "This was the only one that still had liquid in it. The other was smashed." Armin stared at the needle for several minutes, his brain slowly processing everything that had happened.

"What's in it?" He finally asked.

"Some kind of...tissue replicator..." Hanji picked up the book she'd been reading and several papers. "A long time ago someone was able to find a way to replicate certain body organs, but much of the information was lost. There are only a few organs that can be replicated but it almost never works. And it's pretty much banned inside the walls."

"What organs?" Armin asked. Hanji looked at Levi, who sighed and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Just tell him, four-eyes." Levi said. "He'll find out eventually." Armin looked at Hanji expectantly. Hanji sighed.

"A sack, or pouch, similar to a woman's uterus." She said. Armin stared, then looked down at his stomach, alarmed.

"But...why?" Armin sat up fully, panicked. "What was in the other one?!" He thought frantically, trying to shake the grogginess and fog. He needed to think. If they were trying to grow a womb inside him, the only reason for that would be... "Oh..." He said, everything clicking together. He held his stomach, feeling sick suddenly.

"I'm sure you know..." Hanji said. Armin looked at her, his eyes pleading.

"You have to take it out!" He said, panic in his voice.

"I can't..." Hanji said. "There is nothing in there yet but juices and energy fusing right now. The sack forming inside you is what's isolating the serum from the rest of your body." She looked through her papers. "If I were to break the sack, the serum would get into your body and poof! you would become a titan.

"But..." Armin wove his fingers into his hair, distressed, "it can't...we can't just leave it in there!" Hanji put her hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Armin..." She said. "It's the safest thing to do. We have to wait for it to be fully developed. Wait for the serum to fully form into a large enough size. Then we will remove it." Armin sat silently, listening but in too much shock to say anything. "The idea was to impregnate Historia." Hanji explained. "So when the titan was born it would eat Eren. Using a titan that was conceived, not created, from another human. Easier to control. But we won't let that happen." Armin rested his hands on his flat stomach, then nodded slowly. "Rest, Armin...It's going to be a crappy week for you..." Armin nodded and laid back down, watching as Levi and Hanji went into the kitchen, closing the door behind them.

"Poor kid." Hanji sighed and plopped down in a chair at the table, holding her head in her hands. She watched as Levi made tea.

"You're positive you can get it out of him once it's developed?" He asked.

"I'm not positive on anything, Levi..." She buried her face in her hands, feeling the weight of everything on her. Levi sat down at the table and pushed a cup of tea toward her. Hanji traced her fingers along the rim of the cup, pouting. "You didn't put any milk in it..." She flopped her head onto the table. Levi rolled his eyes and got up, getting the milk. He brought the glass bottle back to the table and sat down again.

"Relax, four-eyes." He said, ruffling her hair. "We'll figure something out."

"You're right." Hanji sat up. "We can only make him as comfortable as possible."