Tony didn't knock, he just walked in and Sid was pacing the room. He was panicked. Tony grabbed his shoulders. "Sid. Sid." Sid fought him. His glasses were crooked and his face was red, his breath shallow, tears running down his face.

"I'm gonna – I'm gonna – I'm gonna leave- I can't- I can't – I'm not – I can't" Tony shook him –

"Sid! Fridge? Where's the fridge?"

Sid stopped, and gave him a weird look. "What..the..what?"

"Sid, where is the fridge?"

Sid pointed behind him, his breathe got more stable slowly. Tony arrived with two beers in his hand and sat down on the couch, patted the other cushion. "Sit down."

Sid obeyed, sitting beside him. He laughed as he took the beer from Tony. "Where's the fucking fridge."

He took off his glasses and rubbed the tears off of his face, sighed and leaned back on the couch. "She's sick again?" Sid nodded, took a generous sip of the beer.

"Worse."

"Have her sectioned, Sid. Or take her to hospital at least."

Sid scoffed. "She's been sectioned twice."

"Well…I mean…"

"I just…can't do this with her again, Tony. I love her. I love her I really do. But I can't…"

"That's not true. You can do this. Sid. You can." Sid just shrugged and took a sip of his beer.

Tony grabbed his hand, but didn't say anything. Sid put his head in his arms, closed his eyes, and started to pray. So did Tony. They prayed aloud for strength. Sid wept, got on his knees and wept, admitted his desperation.

Cassie heard the yelling – Sid freaking out, Tony calming him down. So she put on her nightgown and tip-toed out to the living room, sat in the doorway, just watched. Tony looked up at her while Tony knelt on the floor, crying, praying.

He nodded at her, she just looked down and away. She now knew a miniature version of what it felt like to be Effie, to see Tony's face and to know she did the damage. She stayed, though.

She stayed and watched. After a while, Sid stopped praying and just stayed like that, on his knees, his face and arms on the ground, glasses sitting neatly by his hands. Tony rubbed his back.

Then he got up, sat back on the couch, and glanced over at Cassie, then, without a word, at Tony. "Want another beer?" Tony nodded and smiled. Sid picked up his glasses and went into the kitchen, turning on the faucet, groaned and rinsed off his face, then returned to Tony with two more beers. Cassie winced as he didn't even acknowledge her walking back into the living room. She got up and went to the bathroom.

What Sid didn't notice before was the white stick on the sink that she had used before falling asleep. Cassie felt so, so stupid for not noticing that the gained weight wasn't because of her eating junk. The little pudge on her stomach tortured her. She didn't want to be naked around Sid, even. But they had sex, like, every day, so it wasn't an option. She snuck off to the store while he was at work and picked up the pregnancy test.

Hearing Tony's obnoxious laugh, she looked at herself in the mirror, then grabbed the stick. Pregnant. She shook her head and headed into her bedroom, put it on his side of the bed. She pulled her new pair of jeans on. She had bought them as motivation to lose the pudge of squishiness on her belly. She and Tony had, for sure, not been eating well at all.

He worked a lot, and she was running out of energy to cook, so they'd just go out and grab something. They'd been happy, though. Very happy. So neither of them thought about the eating disorder. It was that one little fight they had that did it, too. It was over money.

She worked part time at a convenience store, and he hadn't gotten his job in Bristol yet- they were still in New York. He was grumbling at the grocery bill. She didn't buy the store brand, and money was tight. BOOM. Fight. Then she stopped eating much of the food at all, and all he really noticed was the lightness of the grocery bill, which allowed her a pass for a good while. Until this.

Until last night, with the shit hitting the fan. And now this. She pulled up the jeans with little effort- they were even a little loose. Every thing seemed worth it at that moment. Her ass killed it in those jeans. She shrugged off the nightgown and put on one of her nice blouses, walked over to her vanity and put on a little mascara and lipstick.

Then she grabbed the test, and walked out to the boys. They were playing video games by now. So she just walked over to Sid, knelt down, and kissed his cheek, slipping the test on his lap. "I'm going out. I'll be back." He nodded a barely coherent 'okay' and she was out of there. It was probably ten minutes before Tony looked over and noticed the test on his lap.

"Uh, Sid, what's on your pants?" "Huh?" Sid looked up at him, then back down at his pants, picked up the stick, looked at it for two minutes straight.

"She's…" Tony broached, as Sid just sat there, letting someone on the other side of the world kill his soldier on the video game.

Sid nodded.

Cassie walked the whole way- she didn't know where she was going at first. She was bloody tired, and a bit hungry. But she kept walking. She took her flip-flops off and just kept going. The rain started, but she just slowed down. It was a good long storm, too.

It lasted all the way to the bench she met Sid at the night that Tony got hit by the bus. She sat there for a while, soaked through her clothing, shivering. Maybe hoping he'd be running behind her and she just couldn't hear him, and that they'd recreate that moment where the magic started for the first time. That he'd sit down on the bench, say Hi, and so would she. Even though back then, all they had to worry about (that they knew of ) was exams. The rain just got worse, so she didn't want to get up.

But she did, she got up and though she couldn't see much, she recognized the area as near Sid's house, so she kept walking. Right in front of Sid's old house, the light on in the kitchen and Sid's mom's form bustling back and forth. She then took the steps up and knocked on the door. His mom must have hesitated because it took her a minute to unlock the doors and then open them. Cassie just stood there, spent, mascara running down her face.

"Cassie! What are you doing outside, all wet? Where's the car? What are you doing out this late at night?" Elizabeth ushered her in, wasting no time, running to get a towel. She ushered her into the bedroom.

"Clothes. Off. You're soaking wet." Cassie disrobed while Elizabeth ran upstairs and retrieved an old pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt of Sid's. She put them on, and fought to keep her composure as she smelled him in his t-shirt. It felt, in that moment, exactly like she was laying right beside him.

Elizabeth threw the clothes in the dryer quickly, then rushed to her side. "Cassie. Honey. What's going on?" She kissed her forehead and brought her closer.

"I'm pregnant."

"Oh, Cassie."