I'm upset over the recent cancellation of Las Vegas. ): This story will be mostly Dalinda. It's kind of after 87, after Delinda finds out she's pregnant. Now she has to go tell Danny. And the rest is blah blah blah
Going to be different from the original episodes. I also promise there will be less scene changes, I'm just trying to adjust to the story through the episode.
You guys will probably hate me for skipping so much stuff. If you're a true Las Vegas fan, then you know the finale.
Enjoy?
"You okay?" Mary asked innocently, after hearing retching noises coming from the stall Delinda was in.
"Yes…Actually no. I'm pregnant." Delinda stuttered, leaning against the wall for support.
"…Wow" was all she managed to utter.
"Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit!" she screeched, trying to calm herself down.
"Delinda, hon, take a rest. Think it all out?" Mary suggested, heading out the door.
"Oh shit…."
"Danny! I'm with Jason. He doesn't believe me. You have to talk to him." She snapped, staring at the bomb 5 feet in front of her.
"What? I can't right now." He muttered, barely holding his cell phone.
"Danny, you have to….Jason has a bomb." She squeaked, barely breathing.
"Wha-" was all he could say before the line went dead.
"Delinda? Dee? Dee?" He whispered into the receiver, his own voice shaking.
An explosion rocked the Montecito. Danny, Ed, and Mary stared up as the ground beneath them shook.
"Delinda…" He whispered as he stared in horror.
He arrived to an obliterated room, charred furniture and burning objects in plain sight.
"Where is she?" He asked an officer, trying to push his way through.
"No one's left alive in there, son." The officer replied, barring Danny's way.
He sat down, burying his face into his hands.
Danny dug through the sheets, searching for her. He noticed a few hairs sticking out from under. He lifted up the sheet and pulled Delinda out.
"You okay baby?" He asked breathlessly.
"Oh my God. Danny…" She trailed off, clearing her head.
"What Dee?"
"I'm pregnant, Danny." She said, smiling.
"You're what?" He responded, almost letting her out of his grasp.
"Pregnant." Her smiled faltered at his response.
The next morning was different. He couldn't't sleep. She seemed so comfortable with it. She almost dies, and she seemed to utter it with ease. He got up and paced, thinking about the pregnancy.
"Wow…" He muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.
"I know, right?" She sighed, tapping him on the shoulder.
He kissed her on the forehead before laying down in bed. She laid on top of him, planting kisses on his lips.
"A baby? You weren't joking, were you?" He asked, staring off into a different direction.
"Yes. I was joking. Because right after almost being killed, I develop a sense of humor. No, I wasn't joking. I have the tests." She explained, glaring slightly.
"Just…this is a surprise. Don't take it wrong if I'm a little blank for the next few days." He replied, taking a deep breathe.
"Fine." She said flatly, a hint of annoyance in her tone. Delinda rolled off of Danny and onto her side of the bed, quickly falling asleep.
HAHAHA THAT WAS MUCH QUICKER TO WRITE THAN MOST LANGUAGE ART PROJECTS. I may discontinue this, if nobody reads it. Sorry if you find it short, it's my first LV fanfic.
Bring Back Las Vegas!
