Mom had dragged Pop's favorite overstuffed chair out into the middle of the room and forced me to sit down in it. She started to try and find a second chair for Tarah, but Tarah parked in Indian style on the floor beside my feet. I let my tail rest over her shoulder, and she gently kept her hand around it. Our own inside joke.

Pop's voice boomed throughout the large study as he spoke. "Alright Trevor, start talking," he said.

I heaved a sigh, "Alright." I motioned to Tarah. "This is Tarah…She's…well, my girlfriend. And I brought her here to the BPRD because A) She was living in an abandoned building out in down town Newark. It's freaking cold out there. B) Well, I care about her, and I was tired of having to sneak out to see her. I wanted you guys to know about her. And C)…" I trailed off, not wanting to say it. I was absolutely petrified of how my parents would react.

Tarah's voice piped in from down on the floor. "Mr. and Mrs. Broom?" Both of my parents looked at her, their gazes softening ever so slightly. "I just wanted to let you know, I really care about your son. He's been a wonderful friend to me the past year and a half, and I honestly don't think I would have survived without him."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Pop held his stone hand in the air; the ultimate 'stop talking' maneuver. "Past year and a half? Trevor, how long have you known this girl?"

I took a deep breath. "It's a really long story," I said.

"You don't have anywhere to be anytime soon," Mom's voice was cold as she spoke. "Get to it."

I took another deep breath and felt Tarah squeeze the end of my tail gently for encouragement. "Okay. About a year and a half ago, Pop, you and Mom went off on a mission to Germany; something about helping Johann with some…I don't know some critter. Anyway, Manning had pissed me off, so I broke out and ran off."

"Like father, like son," Uncle Abe said from his tank, trying to lighten the mood.

I shook my head slightly before continuing. "Anyway, I did some exploring and ended up going into this abandoned building. That's where I found Tarah." I curled my tail around her, holding her to me protectively. "She was just sitting on an old cot with a blanket wrapped around her, reading a big ass book at 2 a.m."

"Trevor!" Mom hated my vocabulary sometimes.

Tarah's voice piped up again, stronger than before. "Trevor helped me out; helped me find food, showed me how to make a fire in a metal garbage can to keep warm. He tried to get me to go to a woman's shelter, but…I can't be around people."

My parents both eyed her with strange looks, and then both shook their heads as if to say, 'I'll ask later.'

"So, after meeting her that first night, I started sneaking out about once a week to check on her, make sure she was warm, safe, and healthy. I guess…well, after spending so much time with her, I kind of…well fell for her." Tarah squeezed my tail gently again; I knew that there was a smile on her face.

"Trevor had been coming around for about a year before we…well, I guess confessed how we felt," Tarah said, gently stroking my tail gently. "And well…after that…things moved pretty fast."

Pop eyed us both suspiciously. "How fast is fast?"

I leaned forward in my chair, placing my right hand on Tarah's shoulder. "You guys have to understand why I snuck her in here. It's freezing out there, and I had to take care of her. It's dangerous for anyone to be out in that weather, but for Tarah…I'd never be able to forgive myself if I let her live out there, where she could get sick, or hurt, or…" I trailed off, knowing I wasn't exactly sounding like my usual self.

As I shook my head and tried to get my thoughts organized, Pop spoke. "So, I'm assuming you brought her here when you left the rest of us up in Maine. And you kept the poor girl in your room for over a week. Jeez, you're either very brave or very stupid little lady."

Tarah laughed a little at my Pop's joke, and the sound of it put me at ease. "He actually cleaned it up after he brought me here. And he's kept it rather clean."

Mom cleared her throat in an aggravated manner. "Trevor, you still haven't exactly given us a really good reason as to why you snuck a girl into a top secret government facility without mine or your father's permission."

"Mrs. Broom, Trevor brought me here, first and foremost, because I belong here. I'm a…well, an element manipulator. I can control water."

Mom threw her hands up into the air in exasperation. "Way to go Trevor! You managed to find someone with the exact opposite ability as your sister and I! Great choice!"

"She is a great choice!" I barked, surprising everyone in the room. I saw Blair jump out of the corner of my eye. "Tarah is smart, funny, amazingly talented, and you know what Mom? She didn't think twice about being with me. Despite the fact that I look like a stupid comic book character-"

"Hey!" Pop barked in surprise.

"No offense, Pop. Anyway, Tarah doesn't care in the least that I'm a huge red guy!"

Mom's eyebrow twitched slightly as she crossed her arms over her chest in annoyance. "Still not hearing a good reason Trevor."

Tarah went from sitting Indian style to being up on her knees; my tail was still draped over her shoulder as she looked at my parents.

With the words that came out of her mouth, I came to the realization that I was dead. D.E.A.D. No way around it.

"Trevor brought me here because I'm pregnant with his child."

Oh yes; the shit has hit the fan. Big time. And the fan is completely covered.

Lol, like the summary says, way to make Blair look like the good kid!

R&R please!