Wow. I can't quite believe it's been 7 years since I posted anything on this site. Writing fanfiction was such a huge part of my teen years. I've been trying to write my own original work recently, that I thought resurrecting this old interest of mine might be a good way to get back into the swing of writing fiction regularly and an idea struck me and I ran with it. I hope you enjoy, I would love to read your feedback.

The idea came to me early on in season 3, so although I may borrow minor elements from the TV show and take cues from what we lean about the characters as the season progresses, my story will not directly related to any plot threads in the series. This is a long chapter to start with, they probably won't always be this length but I was on a roll.

No one could have forseen the magnitude of the problem facing Bobbi and Hunter, least of all Bobbi and Hunter themselves. Bobbi knew her news was going to change their world, but she had no idea the effect it would have on the world at large.

Chapter 1

"This is insane."

"Yep."

Hunter leant his elbows on the counter and put his face in his hands. He took a deep breath before raising his head. Bobbi sat across from him, looking at him with the uncompromising level gaze of hers that he knew so well. But now she didn't look as sure of herself as he was used to seeing. She looked vulnerable, despite her front. He could still read her like a book. He knew she hated it.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Hunter, I'm sure. Trust me, I wouldn't be having this conversation if it wasn't entirely necessary." Bobbi signed and slumped forward on the stool, leaning on the breakfast bar too. It was early. Too early. The rest of the team was not up yet and the coffee hadn't even brewed. Hunter rubbed sleep out of his eyes and matched her gaze. They sat in silence for a moment, studying each other's expression. Concern, fear, love and warmth radiated between them with just one look.

"What are you thinking?" Hunter asked, testing the waters out loud. He learnt his lesson long ago that communication was they key to survival in matters of his relationship with Bobbi. He had also learnt to gauge his ex-wife's opinion on sensitive matters before coming straight out with his own. That way leads to shouting and slammed doors and it was far too early for that level of noise.

"I'm wondering how we got ourselves into this mess."

A sly smile crept onto the corner of Hunter's mouth. "Well, there was the tequila. Or maybe it was that time after that particularly horrendous mission when we..."

Bobbi narrowed her eyes. "Now is not the time."

Hunter relented. "Sorry. But really, what do we do?"

Bobbi closed her eyes and shook hear head. "I don't know. I mean, we can't keep it, surely?"

"No, that wouldn't be sensible."

"But I don't think I could bring myself to get rid of it either. I mean, I've done some pretty messed up things in my life but that..."

Bobbi was thinking aloud. Lance was trying his best not to think at all. They sat quietly for a while, listening to the coffee machine work its magic. Finally, Hunter spoke. "I'm here for you, ok? Whatever we decide to do we'll decide it together. I care about you Bob" he said, and Bobbi looked up, somewhat surprised. "Don't look so shocked, you care about me too."

"Sometimes."

"You took a bullet for me."

Bobbi couldn't argue with that. Hunter drove her crazy on a daily basis, but she did care, she couldn't pretend otherwise any more. Something changed that day. When she woke up after her first surgery and saw him sitting by her bed, it felt so natural and normal that he should be by her side. Not that they'd sat down and discussed their feelings since that moment, not until now.

Hunter carried on. "No matter how much we argue and how infuriating you are sometimes..." Bobbi opened her mouth to argue but he raised his hand to shush her. "I care a lot about you, I think I always have." He reached across and took her hand. "I love you, I do. These past few months have been good, us finally getting along. By our standards anyway. And the sex is pretty great." Bobbi smiled, she couldn't resist. Hunter smiled too, because she was smiling. He didn't see that often enough. "I like it, and I hope you feel the same way."

Bobbi stared down at their hands, fingers intertwined. "I do." She paused, nodding to herself. When she spoke aloud, it was half to herself and half to Hunter. "But we can't have a child."

"Right." Hunter didn't let go of her hand, instead he brought his other one from the beneath the table and offered it to her as well. She laid her own hand in his. "It would be stupid, selfish of us to have a baby. Our relationship is volatile to say the least. It's good now but who knows what I might do in the future to piss you off."

Bobbi laughed, some of the tension leaving her. She acknowledged and appreciated that Lance had eluded to the prospect of a potential break up being his fault, and not placing the blame on her as he had done in the past. But she knew better than to call him on it, he'd only get defensive again. She enjoyed the moment, and saw in his eyes that he knew what he had said. They knew each other inside out, it was true. It was the best and the worse thing about their relationship. Even when they kept secrets from each other, the other knew there was something being hidden. In some ways they kept their distance. It sort of worked, at least sometimes. But this was one secret she couldn't keep from him, it wouldn't be fair.

"Not to mention the job we do. It's dangerous. You nearly died in my arms for God's sake." Hunter faltered, a memory flash of seeing her bleeding on the floor, barely conscious knocked him back.

Bobbi squeezed his hand. "I know. So what do we do?"

Hunter shrugged, his bravado returning. He let go of her hands and stood up. "First, we drink coffee." He walked across the kitchen and retrieved the coffee pot and two mugs. While his back was turned, he asked "How long have you known?"

"I took the test yesterday."

He smiled, glad that she couldn't see his face. This was new, her not hiding something this big from him. Years ago she would have brooded over the problem for at least a week before confiding in him. Were they finally in an adult relationship? He turned back around. "How far along are you?"

Bobbi shrugged. "I don't know."

"We could get Simmons to..."

"No!" Bobbi was louder than she intended. She added in a much quieter voice "No one else can know yet, why do you think I dragged you out of bed at this hour? There's no chance of having a private conversation in this place once everyone is up."

"If you'd let me into you room last night, we could be wrapped up in bed right now..."

"Now that you know I'm pregnant, are you really surprised I wouldn't let you near me last night?"

Hunter raised his eyebrows and pushed a mug of black coffee across the counter. "The damage has been done love."

Bobbi stared into the dark liquid and wrapped her hands around the mug. "You're right about that."

"You should go to a doctor though, just to be absolutely sure. I'm sure we can find a way to sneak off base later."

"I'm not sure when. Lincoln got a tip about some kind of Inhuman research archive he caught wind of, Coulson wants us to all go and take a look."

"Isn't that more FitzSimmons' territory?"

Bobbi shrugged. "What the boss says..."

Hunter took a big gulp of coffee. "Fine. But I'm coming with you. And no heavy lifting."

Bobbi narrowed her eyes at him, but the smile playing on her lips betrayed her glare. "You say something like that in front of the team and I'll kick your ass."

Hunter grinned. "I don't doubt it."

Bobbi's expression softened. "I mean it, you're the only person who knows and I want to keep it that way until we decide what to do."

"I'm only teasing. I can keep my mouth shut when I have to."

Bobbi smiled, standing up. "I've got to take a shower. See you at the Quin Jet when we leave." She walked past him on her way to the door and planted a quick kiss on Hunter's lips. Hunter watched her leave and smiled to himself, but immediately caught himself. What were they doing? What possible way could they bring up a child successfully in the world that they lived in? Hunter took a deep breath, thinking too far into the future would only cause him to panic, and that would not be productive for his relationship or his sanity. One day at a time, one moment at a time, and he and Bobbi would get through this. They had to.

Hunter drained his coffee and climbed off his stool. Mack entered the kitchen then, and raised his hand by way of greeting, looking too sleepy to form words. "There's coffee in the pot" Hunter said, on his way out the door. "Looks like you need it."

The room was covered in dust, it didn't look like anyone had been there in months. Books and strange instruments and artefacts lay on every surface, from the large wooden desk in the centre of the room to every inch of the floor. The team entered with caution through the unlocked door, Mack and Lincoln in front with Coulson, Daisy and Bobbi behind. May, having flown the team here, was keeping watch outside.

Hunter somewhat grudgingly helped Fitz and Simmons bring in their analytical equipment. He was really more of an action guy than a carrying guy, but when he pointed this out on the plane on the way, Bobbi told him to stop moaning and do what he was told if he wanted to tag along. Hunter swore she got a kick out of ribbing him in front of others, but today he'd let her get away with it. Only today.

He dropped a large silver case on a spare patch of floor with a thud, and there was immediately a chorus of "be careful!" from the two scientists.

"Sorry!" he said, sounding to his ears just like a petulant child, and hated himself for being that guy. He was on edge. He looked up at Bobbi, one hand on the gun in her holster, as she swept the large room for signs of life. He didn't want to take his eyes off her.

Bobbi felt Hunter's gaze on her back as she shone her torch into a walk in storage closet on the far side of the room. She couldn't decide if it was sweet or annoying that he had barely taken his eyes off her since they left the base. Most of the time him staring at her turned her on, but right now it was off-putting. Was she going to have to put up with this for nine months? Bobbi checked herself, banishing that thought from her mind. It was far too soon to think that way. She was still in shock honestly, she never dreamt she would get herself into this situation. She'd made the decision, somewhat unconsciously, some time ago that motherhood was not for her. How could it be, when she hunted aliens and bad guys for a living? She was pulled off of her train of thought by a tap on her shoulder, and she spun around to see Daisy standing behind her.

"Sorry, I didn't meant to make you jump." Daisy stood with her hands by her side, surveying the room. She didn't need a weapon. She was a weapon.

"Don't worry about it" Bobbi let out the breath she was holding, "Did you find anything?"

Daisy brushed dust off of the sleeve of her suit. "Besides a lot of dust? Not much. Whoever all this stuff belongs to hasn't been here in a while."

"Who told Lincoln about this place anyway?"

"All he'd tell me was someone he'd known for a long time. I think whoever it was does't want to put themselves in danger and I don't blame them. And if protecting their identity means they feel safe enough to keep sending us information like this then I'm all for it."

Bobbi didn't look convinced. "It doesn't bother you that he's keeping secrets from you? It used to piss me off no end when Hunter..."

Now it was Daisy's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Used to?"

Bobbi stopped. "Alright, you have a point."

"No, I trust him. Besides we said we wouldn't let the job get in the way of... You know. Us"

There were so many things Bobbi wanted to say to Daisy, so many warnings she wanted to impart to the younger agent, but she bit her tongue. It wasn't her place. Just because her marriage to Hunter went wrong the first time didn't mean that all work based romances had to go the same way. Besides, her relationship was back on track now, wasn't it? At least it was until... Instead, all she said to Daisy was "Good luck" and walked back over to the rest of the team.

It took a few hours, but eventually they had cleared most of the books and equipment out of the room and loaded it onto the jet for transportation. Bobbi was sitting on a chair packing the last few leather-bound books into a box, when Hunter came up behind her and planted a kiss on her head. She twisted around to look at him. "See, that wasn't so bad was it? I told you it would be an easy one."

"You've jinxed it now."

"Relax. I'm fine." She put down the book she had been holding and reached up to cup Hunter's face. He shifted the weight of the box he was holding to a more comfortable position. "It's still early, perhaps we could..." She trailed off and shot a glance towards Lincoln and Daisy, who were deep in conversation and probably not listening to her but she wasn't taking any chances. "Could go do the thing."

Hunter understood and smiled his shy subtle smile. Bobbi's heart did a flip. He looked so gentle and sweet at that moment, his eyes full of nothing but concern for her, she was touched. She knew the other side to him too, all the things that drove her mad and all the things that made him great at his job, the ruthlessness, the single-mindedness. But it was not what she saw in his eyes when he looked at her. She was scared, to tell the truth. She was falling for him again, if she hadn't already, and that was dangerous. He was bad for her in so many ways, made her lose focus and forget herself, and she knew from experience that pretty soon she may come to resent the affect Hunter had on her. But if they were going to figure out how to deal with their current problem, she was going to have to learn to forget the bigger picture and only look towards the next step, incase the bigger picture overwhelmed her. And that was far more dangerous than anything Hunter could do.

"I'll see you outside" Hunter said, "This weighs a tonne. I'll come back for that" Lance indicated the box by Bobbi's feet. "Don't you dare try and carry it."

Hunter had only been out of the room a moment when Bobbi sensed a change in the atmosphere of the room. She looked towards Daisy and Lincoln, and from the way their eyes scanned the room, she knew they felt it too.

"What was that?" she asked uncertainly, standing up. "Is someone here?"

The three of them were instantly on guard, but although their bodies sensed a presence, there was nothing to see. They moved towards each other to the centre of the floor, assuming a battle stance. Bobbi drew her gun and Lincoln and Daisy raised their hands, ready to attack should the need arise.

A breeze blew through the room, even though the window was bolted shut, and the loose pages sitting on top of the desk fluttered to the floor. Wordlessly, Bobbi and Daisy exchanged glances. Bobbi opened her mouth to say something but there wasn't time. There was a loud, strange crack, a bright light, and the next thing Bobbi knew she was flying through the air. She hit the far wall with a thud, then nothing.