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Summary: A very short fic. Warren shows a darker side.

Author's note: This idea wouldn't leave me alone, I couldn't write anything else until it was done, so if you think it sucks, just don't review.



The two weeks his wife was gone hads been some of the best weeks of their lives, though neither would admit it. They couldn't, really. He was in a serious relationship, had a family. Her husband's death had left her single, and vulnerable. Neither of them had planned to be any more than friends.

But then came the night he had gone downstairs, unable to sleep, and found her there. They had just sat talking at first, but one thing had led to another.

They had spent the entire two weeks since his wife had went to visit her family like that, him sneaking down to the boat house at night. She was the only telepath, so they didn't have to worry about being sensed.

But she had been different since Betsy had gotten back. More on edge, more quiet.

That afternoon he had found the note slid under his bedroom door. Meet me outside after everyone is asleep. It said.

He had snuck out once her was sure his wife was asleep. He found her on the shore of the lake, her bare feet in the edge of the water. Sorry I'm late. I had to make sure-

I'm pregnant. He stood shocked for a moment, letting it sink in. Then he reacted.

He pulled her up by her shoulders so she couldn't get away and she struggled against his grip, then let him hold her there, silently cursing that she had lost her TK.

Logan sat in his bed, straining his ears to listen. He had known about them the whole time, and known about the baby before Jean. He would love to tell Ro about it, but knew how fast she would spread it around the mansion.

Same with the rest of the girls.

And Betsy...

Well, Betsy was the last person on his list right then.

You said you were careful! He yelled in her face.

Warren, please, they'll hear.

You said this wouldn't happen. he said, quieter this time.

I...I ran out of pills... it happened before, with Scott... but nothing happened then...

Get rid of it. he comanded her, tightening his grip on her.

she yelled, no longer caring, infact now hoping that someone would hear them.

Maybe Betsy should know what kind of guy she married. Logan thought, and started down the hall to her room.

Warren pushed her away from him and she fell hard on her back. She lay, stunned, for a minute before pushing herself up on her elbows.

I want to keep my baby. Jean told him, climbing back up to her feet.

Betsy can't know about us. he said, taking a step towards her.

She won't- I'll say it's someone else's, Warren, please, don't do this. she said, steping back.

No, she'll find out. ou can't keep it! he declared, taking another step at her. He moved to punch her.

Jean's hands went to her stomache instinctivly. She closed her eyes, waiting for a blow that never came.

Instead, there was Betsy and Logan. It's to late, Betsy told him, I already know.