Title: The Unexpected
Author: Dana16
Rating: PG
Starlight Mansion
Her hands shook as she held the pregnancy test; this was the thing that would change her whole life. What was she going to do if it was positive? How would her boyfriend deal with it? For that matter, how would SHE deal with it? As she looked down at the test she exhaled deeply, two blue lines stared up at her. It was POSITIVE! That meant she was pregnant!
"Oh, no," Aja mumbled.
Aja could hardly believe that this was happening to her. She wasn't ready to be a mother! She loved the Starlight girls but she wasn't ready for a child of her own yet. There were so many things that she still wanted to do, like travel with Craig around Europe. Now, that would be impossible with a tiny baby in tow. Traveling with Craig, even traveling with Jem and the Holograms, had to take a backseat in her life.
She was so lost in her thoughts that a loud knock on the bathroom door startled her.
"Aja, are you okay in there?" Kimber asked through the door, "You went in there about an hour ago, what are you doing in there?"
"I'm in the bathroom, Kimber, what do you think I'm doing!" Aja snapped, totally regretting her words as soon as they came out of her mouth.
Kimber stared at the door, shocked that Aja just reprimanded her. And Kimber had only asked because she was concerned about Aja's well being.
"AJA LEITH!" Kimber yelled as she furiously pounded on the door.
Gabor Mansion
"Jetta, are you alright? You're quieter than usual." Stormer asked as she looked at her bandmate. The British Misfit was sitting on the couch with her head in her hands.
"Yes, Stormer. I'm just tired." Jetta replied, rubbing her temples.
"Are you sure? You don't seem to be very well." Stormer persisted.
Roxy walked into the room and said with a sneer, "She just wants attention. Since Steve isn't here, she expects us to take his place." She had heard the conversation from down the hall, and since she was always on the lookout for a chance to fight with Jetta, she got right into the black-haired woman's face.
Roxy glared at Jetta as if she were trying to burn a hole into her, she smiled when she caught her adversary flinch.
"Piss off, Roxy! Your voice only makes my headache worse!" Jetta complained loudly, pushing Roxy away. She rubbed her head again, she couldn't get rid of her awful headache or the feeling of nausea.
'Maybe I'm getting sick, and that's why I can't shake it off.' Jetta thought miserably. 'I probably picked it up while we were on tour...and with the lack of sleep that we all dealt with, no wonder I got sick.'
Roxy scowled. "I'm not going to treat you like royalty, Jetta, even if you are going out with my brother." Her voice went up an octave on the last two words, making it clear how upset really was.
She hated Jetta, so it was easy to understand why she wouldn't want Steven, her half brother, going out with her.
Almost reading Roxy's mind Jetta snapped back.
Jetta yelled, "I don't care if you don't like the fact I'm going out with your brother! Just because you don't--" She stopped herself in midsentence as nausea overwhelmed her. This was a red flag for her, because for as long as she could remember, she had never thrown up that easily.
"Jetta what's wrong?" Stormer asked, noticing the look on Jetta's face.
"Aw, she probably just realized that she never wins these--" Roxy began to say, only to be cut off by Jetta pushing her. Too stunned by Jetta's sudden action, she didn't stop the black-haired woman from running away. Catching her balance, she took off after Jetta angrily, only to be smacked in the face by the door of the bathroom.
Roxy pounded on the door, shouting with fury, "Jetta, you stupid Brit! How dare you treat me like this!"
"What is going on out here?" Pizzazz demanded in her usual strident voice. She put and hand on her hip and glared at the scene before her. "I was trying to take a nap, and now I can't because of all this fighting!"
The unmistakable sound of someone vomiting came out from behind the bathroom door.
"What is going on here?" Pizzazz demanded once more, as she looked accusingly at Roxy.
Roxy didn't know, let alone care, about what was wrong with Jetta. 'Then again,' she thought, 'Jetta hasn't been looking too good the past few weeks. Maybe she's getting the flu. She better stay away from me!' Roxy's thoughts were rudely interrupted by Pizzazz's penetrating voice.
"Jetta, hey, what's going on?" Pizzazz asked, knocking on the door herself.
After a few moments, Pizzazz was done waiting for Jetta's answer. As she turned the knob to the bathroom door, the vomit sounds got more forceful, increasing her worry.
