"I'm here for you."

That's what he said, when had Archer even been there for anyone but himself? I can tell you from experience, he had never been there for anyone else but himself. Sometimes it would piss me off but hell, look who he had for a mother. Malory isn't exactly mother of the year, but what about me? I have this.. life... it's growing inside of me and I'm scared. I'm scared shitless. I wasn't scared when I was disarmed by two KGB soldiers and held up at gun point, I wasn't even scared when Malory first put that gun in my face. But now, yup, I have this little ball of life growing inside of me. And it's not for me.

It's not mine.

I feel a connection, I feel something like a connection to it. My belly is still flat, it's not like I was expecting it to immediately pop out and hang over but I feel like I should hang a 'I'm pregnant, look at me' sign around my neck. Oh crap, my abs are going to go away. The idiot man, Archer came into my office and caught me rubbing my stomach. I felt like I had been caught masturbating with a screw driver instead of trying to comfort myself and my sisters baby.

It all goes back to this baby.

And his stupid words, how was he going to be there for a baby I wasn't keeping?

"I know, Archer."

I did after all, he may have been a shitty person but deep down inside I know he would be there for those he cared for. Shit. The way he looked at me, and those words he said while drowning.. he meant it. It wasn't a 'life flashed before my eyes' thing.

"Lana."

"Yes, Archer?" I pulled down my shirt and fixed my clothes before standing up.

"There's a lot of places you can't take children now."

"Where do you honestly think I'm taking my.. my baby" I looked down at my flat stomach again before walking towards the door, this was real. I was pregnant, I had life growing inside of me and unlike Cyril, Archer appeared to be supportive.

"To the Danger Zone"

Maybe.

A definite maybe.

AN: I just did some hardcore keyboard mashing because I missed the Finale and.. yeah. Wow. Lana pregs? Cyril a douche.. and Archer.. well. Still being Archer. Hope you liked it, someone also asked me to write something since.. well... this. Yikes. Way to end it.