Hey, Faiika again! Sorry that I haven't really been focused much on my original Fanfic, 'Pippa's Return', but I've been really busy lately. Anyways, I was just watching the movie 'Firebreather', and I was thinking, "OH MY GOSH this needs a fanfic!" So, I'm making one, because I couldn't help myself. It's based on Margaret's point of view, from before the movie all the way through to post-movie. So, here's chapter 1!

I was already five months pregnant when MEGTAF found me.

The sun hung high in the sky, and it was hot, far too hot. The heat waves were visible, and the desert provided no shade or shelter. My footprints were dragged and sluggish. A massive headache pulsed in my brain with every step I took. I was running out of time. All the water in my system was long gone, and the effects of dehydration were wearing on me. I worried, not for my sake, but for the baby's. At the moment I couldn't care less how he or she would look; I just wanted it to live.

Then, just when I was ready to drop, I saw the helicopter. I could see the bold white letters on its side: MEGTAF.

My heart swelled with so much joy that I almost collapsed. I sunk to my knees, unable to remain on my feet, and struggled to stay awake. I heard footsteps approach, and someone was at my side. I was vaguely aware of being scooped up and carried to the copter. Someone pressed a water bottle to my parched lips, and I drank greedily. When I was able to focus, I felt a shock when I saw one of my rescuers. "James?" I croaked.

He looked at me with concern. "How do you feel?"

I shook my head to clear my muddled thoughts. The world was spinning…

"You're safe now, Margaret," I heard, and then I blacked out.

Flashback

"Margaret!" called a voice from behind me.

I turned and grinned. "Hey, James."

He beamed. "How was your Christmas?"

"Oh, it felt so good to be home," I confessed. "My mom made all my favorite foods, and even Kara was there. Duncan painted this really cool sunset for me, and Kara made me a scrapbook of our old photos together, along with some poems she wrote."

"I wish I could've been there," James sighed. "I'm sorry I couldn't make it-"

I laughed. "Don't apologize; your mother needed you." I kissed him on the cheek. "You're a great son to her."

"Thanks," he blushed.

"How is she?" I asked softly.

His face fell. "Not good," he admitted. "She's… getting worse."

"Is there anything I can do to help? Anything she needs?"

"A new wheelchair, but you don't need to get it; I was gonna get it myself. It is Christmas, after all."

"Hey." I lifted his chin and looked into his eyes. "It's going to be alright. She'll get better in no time." I stood up on my tiptoes and kissed him. "Okay?"

"Okay," he exhaled.

End of Flashback

The recovery room in MEGTAF was calming and luxurious compared to what I'd gotten used to for the last six-and-a-half months. There was a comfortable, clean bed, a nice bathroom, and a maroon couch across the room. It certainly beat caves and rocks. I was attended to by a staff of patient, kind nurses, and I was given many books and tips for my pregnancy.

Obviously, they didn't know who the father was. If they did, they would be avoiding me like the black plague.

A week after my rescue, a man with silvery-white hair, dark brown eyes, and a soldier's semblance came in. "Good morning, Margaret. I am Colonel Richards."

I instantly knew what this was about. I'd been anticipating this for a while. "Skip the formalities, please. I know why you're here. You want to know what happened."

"Smart woman," he chuckled, then settled himself down in the white chair he had brought over to my bedside. "Comfortable," he commented.

I waited.

He cleared his throat. "Well, Margaret, I suppose we'll get right down to business. What happened after Beloc took you hostage?"
I frowned. "I was never a hostage, Colonel. I went to him, on my own free will."

His silver eyebrows rose. "Why's that?"

"My brother, Duncan, was murdered by a Kaiju. I decided to confront their king, to see if an agreement for peace could be made."

"So, you just walked right up to him, and talked to the king of all Kaiju about peace?" he inquired with astonishment.

"Don't interrupt, please," I chastised. "My sister is an author. She doesn't like to be interrupted in the middle of a story. And neither do I."

"I apologize."

"In answer to your question, yes, and no. I drove up to him, got out of my car, and I faced him, but I never spoke. I knew that Kaiju can sense fear, so I stood my ground. I stared him down. Then, when he saw that I was neither armed nor running, he took me to his lair."

"You know where his lair is?" The Colonel could not contain his excitement as he leaned forward.

"No. Beloc didn't trust me. He kept me from seeing where we were going."

"Ah." The man looked disappointed. Then he straightened in his chair. "At his lair, what happened?"

"We discussed our views on the war. When I told him about Duncan's death, an innocent civilian who wasn't even in one of the cities they targeted… he was outraged. He told me he was in charge of all the attacks, and clearly someone had disobeyed his orders not to kill the innocent. He assured me that he hadn't known, but whoever had committed the crime would pay for his actions." I trailed off in my memories, and only when Richards cleared his throat did I continue. "He questioned me about the event, and I described all that happened, including what the murderer looked like. Beloc was furious; he said that the Kaiju responsible was a Relic."

"Which is…?" Colonel Richards asked.

I shot him an annoyed look. "You work in MEGTAF as a Colonel and you don't even know what a Kaiju Relic is?"

"It's not our business to know their names, Margaret, only their targets. We fight them."

I scowled. "A Relic is the Kaiju version of a magician. Unlike most Kaiju, they can change their size at will, and they act as the king's advisors."

"I see."

"No, you don't," I shot. "All you care about is victory. You're not interested in me; all you want from me is the information, and that's only because you expect me to give you clues for their destruction."

"Margaret, I assure you-"

"Miss Rosenblatt."

"What?"

"Don't call me Margaret. We are supposed to be on professional terms, Colonel. I go by Miss Rosenblatt."

He growled. "Miss Rosenblatt, then. I assure you that were are only here to help. But you must assist us in return."

"Oh? What makes you think I'll-"

"We know that your family is precious to you," he smirked, "and your cooperation ensures their safety."

"As in?"

"We'll kill them," he said bluntly. "Your parents, your sister Kara, maybe we'll even throw your college buddy James Barnes in the bargain. How does that sound?"

"You snake!" I was outraged. "You would kill them for… for information?"

"Yes."

"I despise you…" I breathed hoarsely, too angry to say more.

He smiled slyly, like he knew he had me. "Now, tell me, Margaret. Why were you in the desert?"

Fuming, I glared at him, mentally cursing his existence.

"Your angry looks won't help your family, Margaret."

I grit my teeth. "Why is this so important to you?"

"Because you care about your family, and you want them alive."

I exhaled hotly in disgusted defeat. "Fine. There was an attack on the Kaiju, and Beloc had to support his race in the battle. He took me out in the desert, to keep me out of range of the fighting. But he was ambushed, and suddenly… suddenly I was knocked out."

"How convenient," he grumbled.

"When I came to, I was alone. I kept moving, hoping that I would come across help soon. Two days later, MEGTAF rescued me."

Colonel Richards stared at me expressionlessly. Finally, he said, "That's it?"

"Yes, it is. What, were you expecting me to come across some weapon that might kill Kaiju? Not likely."

He sat thoughtfully for a moment, ignoring my sarcasm. Then, "Six-and-a-half months have passed since you were last seen. You aren't telling me the full truth."

"Says who?"

"You're five months pregnant, Margaret. Clearly something else happened during those six-and-a-half months. Did Beloc have any human prisoners present?"

"No."

"Were you raped?"

"No."

"Did you escape somehow?"

"No! I already told you what happened."

"Alright, then. Who's the father? What did he look like?"

I didn't reply.

"We're trying to help you, Margaret. Why can't you see that?"

"Do not call me Margaret."

He stood. "Even if you won't tell us, we can still find out. All it takes is a DNA scan, and we'll know." He turned to leave.
I hated this guy. "Beloc," I spat, hoping to get him angry, even if it was the truth.

He froze, then whirled around to face me. "What?"

"Do you want me to spell it out for you? B-E-L-O-C. Beloc. Satisfied?"

His face reddened, and I knew it had worked. "You can't lie to us, Margaret. We'll find out the truth." And he marched out, slamming the door behind him.