Chapter 7: Death is the poor man's doctor

Suggested Track: 30 Minutes- t.A.T.u

That Friday night, Clawd and Draculaura were staying over at the wolf household. They were in Clawd's room, just watching videos on Draculaura's laptop. All was peaceful and still.

"Ha! Oh, man!" Clawd laughed, shaking his head at the laptop. "What an idiot! You can't play ice hockey on a frozen pool!" Grinning, he glanced over at Draculaura, who wasn't laughing. Clawd's smile faded, and he patted his girlfriend's shoulder. "You okay, babe?"

Drcaulaura just sighed, leaning her head against Clawd's shoulder. "Oh, it's just…" she looked up into her boyfriend's golden eyes. "It's Valentine."

Clawd began to get a bad feeling. "What about him?"

Draculaura sat up, sweeping the hair out of her face. "I haven't seen him at all, not since the thing with Howleen happened. Do you know if Napoleon hurt him at all?"

Clawd tapped his chin in thought. "Howleen said that Napoleon kicked Valentine in the stomach, but I don't really see how that could've made him leave school," He quirked an eyebrow. "Are you sure his mother just took him out of school because of the fact that he got hurt?"

Draculaura chewed on her lip nervously. "Maybe, but…" she rested her chin in her hands, sighing with worry. "I saw an ambulance outside his house last night."

Clawd's eyes widened. "An ambulance? Oh, geez." Though Valentine had sort of made up for his past actions and was sorry about what he had done, Clawd still hadn't totally forgiven him. However, hearing what Draculaura had to say made the werewolf feel a little sick inside. "Did…did you try calling him?"

Draculaura nodded. "I did. No answer."

Clawd pondered a possible solution to calm his girlfriend's fears. "Well, do you wanna go to his house later this week, just to check on him?"

"Okay, that sounds like a good idea," Draculaura cracked a weak smile and buried her face in Clawd's neck. Clawd just stroked her hair, happy she had chosen him.

The next day, Heath Burns found himself in the waiting room of a pregnancy care center. Abbey was getting a "pelvic search" in another room while Heath flipped through a magazine about old movies.

"Ugh, I hated that one," Heath murmured out loud in reaction to an article concerning an old zombie movie. He flipped to the next page, and nearly jumped a foot when there was a tapping on his shoulder. Heath turned around in surprise only to see Toralei Stripe tapping his shoulder.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed. Meowlody and Purrsephone weren't with her, which to Heath seemed a little unusual.

"I could ask you the same question, really," Heath crossed his arms and cocked his head at the werecat, getting a feeling why Toralei was there.

Toralei simply growled underneath her breath and snatched up a celebrity gossip magazine. "Goddamn Napoleon," she snarled finally. "That's why I'm here."

Before Heath could respond, a young nurse stepped into the waiting room. "Heath? You can come check on your girlfriend, now. There's also a surprise for you."

A surprise? Heath wondered, getting up and setting the magazine on the end table near where he was sitting.

When he entered the room, all he saw was Abbey lying down on the small bed they had prepared for her. The doctor was in the corner of the room fidgeting with some equipment.

"Everything okay?" Heath asked, seeing the Abbey's stomach was exposed and looked to be…well, wet.

Abbey just grinned and held his hand. "We get to see baby today."

Heath's eyes widened. "We…we do? Do we get to see if it's a boy or a girl?"

"I wouldn't think so," the doctor spoke up, nearing Abbey and Heath with a small wand. "Even for her species, it's too early in the pregnancy to tell." The doctor gently pressed the wand against Abbey's belly, waited a few seconds, then pointed to the screen. "See? There's your baby."

Heath squinted, somewhat confused. What he saw on the screen didn't look like a baby to him. There was nothing but black and blue swirly shapes the seemed to move around every now and again. Finally, Heath asked, "Uh, where is it?"

The doctor laughed, beginning to point out body parts. "Well, there's it's head, the left arm is right there, and there's a foot right here," as the doctor prattled on about what was what, Heath slowly began to see a baby among all those shapes. He looked down at Abbey, who was totally fixated on the image of their child.

Heath bent down and kissed Abbey's lips, and Abbey simply whispered, "Can't wait."

Later that night, at the school, Napoleon had gone into his office to do some work. After all, he had to prepare for his plans. Plans that would change the school for what he believed to be the better. As he shuffled through papers in his drawer, there was a knock at the door. He stopped, looking up in confusion. Who would be at school at this time? There were a few janitors in the hallway, but what could they possibly need from him?

Finally, Napoleon called out, "Come in!"

The door opened and in walked Toralei Stripe. She came right in and sat on Napoleon's desk, glaring at him with shining eyes. Napoleon smirked devilishly.

"Why, hello, kitty. What brings you here? I'm a little busy right now."

Toralei just continued to glare before saying, "Here's something that will make you plenty busy: I'm pregnant."

Napoleon's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "Oh…my, well, you're sure it was me?"

Toralei sighed. "You're the only one I was with. Now, what do you plan on doing to solve this?"

Napoleon tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Well, don't abort it. With our genes mixed together, this is bound to be quite a child. Keep it, and I'll even support you."

Toralei snorted. "No, you won't."

"If it's my child, then I will," Napoleon gently rubbed Toralei behind the ear, making her purr, and she pulled away reluctantly.

"I shouldn't even be with you," Toralei sighed, looking away.

Napoleon suddenly groped her, making her yelp softly. "Neither should I," his eyes locked with hers and he whispered, "Would you like to have fun, dear? I'll be extra careful, I promise."

Toralei raised an eyebrow. "I thought you said you were busy."

"I am, but I can attend to my plans later," he stated, pinning her down on the desk.

"Ooh, what plans?" Toralei smirked, raking her claws up and down his back.

"Plans to rid this school of any opposition," Napoleon kissed up and down Toralei's neck. "Let's just say that if you're a good kitty, the odds will work out in your favor."