So, this is really an exercise, stream of consciousness fic. I started it with no real plan, and am continuing it and letting it unfurl. Hope you enjoy!

~&Q~

She stared at the stick, almost willing it to change. Short of her powers, nothing would make it budge. Two blue lines. Who would think something as insignificant as a line would change her life forever?

Wanda dropped it, putting her head in her hands. It wasn't really possible, was it? She'd known of girls getting pregnant at her age, but it would never happen to her. Her mind went to the morning, several weeks ago. Waking up in Kurt's arms, something so rare, as they worked so hard to hide their relationship from their friends. The gentle kisses of morning becoming more heated, their bodies pressing against each other, and the sigh of disappointment when he reached for a condom and found none left. Like idiots, they let their passions overtake their common sense. He'd pull out, and anyway, they'd had sex the night before, how potent could he be? It didn't happen after one time. It couldn't. They'd been so careful every other time.

She wanted to take back every single moment of that morning. Even the night before. Take back every moment, cancel them out. Make so it never happened, and she and Kurt could just be together and she wouldn't be tasked with this unbelievable burden.

A tear traced down her cheek, and she wiped it away roughly. She was so stupid, so stupid. Her whole life she'd been so guarded, kept herself away from these complex feelings, and the moment she lets her guard down, and allows herself to be happy with someone, this happens. What would Kurt say? He'd leave her, probably. Because that's what people did when her life was difficult. That's what her father did, how could she expect any different from Kurt?

Yet, a part of her in the back of her mind assured her it wouldn't be the case. She couldn't deny her experience. Lord, how was she going to tell him? Wiping her face again, she stood up, and tossed the stick to the bottom of the trash can, being sure to cover it with a large amount of tissue. Whatever was going to happen, she couldn't sit in the bathroom for the rest of her life. A loud pounding on the door took her attention.

"Jesus, Wanda, you've been in there for 20 minutes!" her brother called from the other side.

Wanda opened the door, giving him a glare. Pietro shrunk back slightly, then glared back. "Do you have diarrhea or something?"

"Pietro," Wanda sighed. "No, gross."

"Well, other people need to use the bathroom," he sped in, closing the door. Wanda turned away, heading to her room to finish getting ready for school.

"Babycakes!" She sighed inwardly as Toad called to her. "Is your tummy sick? I can make you feel better!"

"Not now Toad," she let out a little bolt in his direction, and slammed her door after entering her room. The rest of the morning, she operated on autopilot. In the back of her mind, she considered not going to school at all. But sitting with her thoughts, all day, freaked her out even more. She needed the distraction.

Wanda didn't bother to ask the others about school, just headed off on her own. They were at about 70% on their attendance rate, and she used to be right there with him, before Kurt. She smiled a bit, thinking about him. School was the one place they always saw each other, and since they started dating, she found herself never wanting to miss a day. Today, though, she wasn't sure she wanted to see him. There was a meeting point a block away from the Brotherhood house where he'd typically meet her for a quick teleport to the school, but she went a different way this morning. She couldn't face him yet.

It was cold. She pulled her coat in tighter. Her stomach grumbled a bit, and Wanda realized she had completely skipped breakfast. Or, maybe it was the baby. NO. She sighed at herself. She was hungry. That was it.

The final bell had already rung when she got to the school. She dragged her feet, taking as much time as possible. She slunk into homeroom late, to the irritation of her teacher, and received detention. The rest of the morning was like a fog, and when lunch rolled around, she made her way outside, avoiding contact with as many people as possible.

Wanda's stomach grumbled further, but she found satisfaction in denying herself food today. She found a shady place in the back of the school and sat, hoping to hide herself for the duration of her lunch period.

"Wanda?" she closed her eyes at the accented voice calling her name, opening them on the holographically hidden visage of her boyfriend. "I waited for you this morning."

"Yeah," she looked away from him. "I got a late start."

He sat beside her. "You didn't call or anything."

"I know," she still averted her gaze. "It was just not a good morning."

She felt his arm move around her. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"No," she shifted away from him, and stood. "Kurt, I have to go, listen, I'll call you later, ok?" She didn't even wait for him to respond, just turned and rushed away from him.

She felt horrible, but couldn't face him at the moment. Her stomach gurgled again, but in a different way, and she rushed herself to the bathroom. After heaving out what little was left in her stomach, Wanda just collapsed beside the toilet. She wished she could just take back the morning, and let everything go back to normal.

~&Q~

The rest of the day creeped by, and finally at the end, Wanda trudged her way back to the house. Her phone beeped a few times, certainly Kurt trying to get her attention, but she ignored it. It was Friday, which meant she could hide herself away for a few days before having to face anyone.

She ignored her housemates and locked herself away.