A/N HEY! It's not Wednesday! Gasp! Does that mean she's actually keeping her word and posting past one and part two? Nope. I'm pretty much posting this to say that there's a poll open about what gender the Hessenheffer baby should be. I'm on chapter fifteen, and I still haven't written it in. Lazy, lazy me. The options are girl and boy. Obviously. VOTE! VOTE YOUR ASS OFF! I really want their friends to find out in sixteen... SO VOTE! Oh, and our goddess is hosting night of fright tonight... Oh... VOTE.


School passed by pretty quickly, no one noticing anything, everything good, and Tinka didn't have that many symptoms. Saturday's show came and went, but Tinka was pulled aside by Gary. Cece and Rocky listened into their conversation.

"Tinka, are you feeling alright, you seem a little out of it." She bit her lip, and nodded. "Tinka..."

"I'm fine Gary, I'm just a little worried. Mama and Papa kicked us out.

Gary nodded. "I know. Cece sent out a mass text." Rocky glared at her. "Why?" Cece hopped in.

"I'm preg-"

"She's an atheist. And her parents are very big Babushka... Ists." She smiled.

Gary looked at them both, and then started laughing. "I see! You were trying to trick me!" He started laughing even more, and Cece started with him. Tinka joined in, not wanting to be awkward. "Wanted to see if you could test Gary, eh?" He stopped laughing, and started grinning. "No, then we'd have to fire you." Tinka kept laughing until they all sighed, and Gary walked away. She sat down in Cece's makeup chair.

"How could you not tell me that!" Cece glared at her.

"Well, lose your job and get arrested for incest. Yes. The perfect way to spend your weekend." She growled.

"Arrested?" Cece's face went emotionless. "What do you mean?"

"Tinka... Incest is illegal." Tinka shook her head no. "I'm pretty sure it is. Or at least getting married is." She just blinked.

"Look, Tinks, I'm sorry if I offended you-" She shook her head.

"No. No! It's fine! It's... Fine. I just... It's illegal?" Cece nodded.

"I'm almost positive." She bit her lip, and nodded. She got her bag from the wall, and got a cab back to the apartment. She got her phone, and texted Rocky and Cece to come over. It was easy for them, because Gunther and Tinka lived in the same building, one apartment above Rocky. They knocked on her open window, and Tinka nodded. They walked in, and Tinka had her head on her plain, tan, slacks, and a light green button up shirt. She had her hair down.

"Tinka!" They ran over to her. "Tinka..." Rocky shook her, and Tinka batted her hand away. "What's wrong?"

"I'm going to the doctor. I can't have this baby. I just have to figure out a way to get off the couch." She laughed a little, but it sounded hollow, forced, and a little insane.

"You can't do that!" Rocky put her hand on Cece's arm.

"It's illegal Cece. What choice do I have!" She opened her eyes, the first time since they came into the apartment. "I don't." She closed her eyes and shook her head. "None. I don't have a choice. I'll have to list Gunther as a father."

"No." They both looked at Cece. "You don't. Rocky and I can go into the delivery room with you. He can wait outside. You can say the father isn't present. Say he broke up with you. They won't press. I didn't have a legal father for two years when my mom got pregnant in college. My dad finally took her back, they got married, had Flynn, and then divorced again." Tinka nodded.

"But what if the baby's messed u-" Cece put her finger to Tinka's lips.

"No. It'll be fine." Cece got up from sitting on her knees, and brushed off her ripped jeans. "Come on."

"Where are we going?" Cece smiled, and straightened her rainbow shirt.

"To the doctor." She dragged Tinka out the door, and Rocky followed. They dragged her in the doctor's and waited for her name to be called. Tinka changed into the gown, while Cece played with the instruments, and Rocky sat in the chair in the corner. The doctor came in.

"So Miss Hessenheffer, who are these young ladies?" Rocky stood up to shake her hand.

"I'm Rocky Blue, this is my partner, Cece Jones. We're close to Tinka." The doctor nodded.

"What brought you girls here today?" Tinka looked over at Cece, and back to the doctor.

"They wanted me to think twice about abortion." Cece nodded.

"Yes. We want to see the tiny thing you call a baby." The doctor smiled.

"Okay." She got the ultrasound jelly and rubbed it on Tinka's stomach. She shivered. She looked around for a moment. "All right. See that little thing right there? That's your baby." Tinka smiled. She did a small checkup, printed out the ultrasound, and they headed home. They curled up on the couch, split a bucket of Hagen-das, and rewatched Friends.

Cece got up at two to use the washroom. She popped her back, and yawned. "Wait..." They looked up at Cece. "Where's Gunther?" Tinka got up.

"I don't know..." She trotted over to the table, and got her phone. "Ten missed calls..." She waved her hand. "I'm sure it's nothing..." She unplugged her phone, stepped into the kitchen, and slid the door closed. She clicked Gunther's number on the missed call list, and sat on the counter. He answered, but didn't speak. There was commotion in the background. "Gunther?" She heard a click like she was being set down on something, and Gunther yelling. She couldn't understand what he was saying. "Gunther!" The commotion got even louder, she heard a long beep, and then a woman screaming. She heard footsteps, and more screaming.

Tinka's face was white, and Cece and Rocky were fogging up the glass doors. Tinka waved them in, and put the phone on speaker. The screaming got louder, and Rocky flinched. They still heard the beep in the background, but footsteps shut it off. Gunther's voice joined another male voice, and the female voice shut off suddenly, and there were more voices.

A male screaming words no one could understand, a wail of a female nurse, someone grabbing the phone, and hanging up. The phone beeped off, and the girls listened to the silence, not one of them breathing. They stared at the phone's clock for two minutes, until it beeped. They jumped, and Tinka reached out a shaky hand towards the phone. "Who... Who's it..." Cece swallowed, shaking. "From?"

Tinka couldn't make out words. She started crying, and ran out. Rocky picked up the phone. She was the one with the most composure. "Tinka. They took my phone, but you were still on the line." Cece nodded solemnly. "Papa tried to... Tried to kill himself..." Cece gasped. "And after the the flatline and screaming I'm... I'm sure you heard..." Cece started whimpering. "The flatline and the screams, Mama..." Rocky set the phone down, and walked with Cece to Tinka's door. She opened it, and Tinka was crying in the chair beside her bed. They ran to her side, and they just let her cry. They heard the phone ring from the kitchen, and Rocky got up to get it, leaving Cece with Tinka. She tapped the screen. "He- Hello?"

"Rocky?" She sighed.

"Tinka's crying Gunther. Cece's with her. We can come down to the hospital if you want, let her say goodbye before they pull the plug on your mother." Gunther was silent, he didn't even like hearing the words. His father just died, he's going to have to kill his mother, he got his sister pregnant, Rocky was briefly surprised why he hadn't killed himself yet. But she knew the answer. "You don't have to be strong for Tinka. You can let it out, there's no worries. She won't think of you as any less of a man." He snorted.

"Crying is a sign of weakness. Anyone can tell you that." Rocky shook her head.

"Gunther. This is the first- And only, time that I will ever say this..." She inhaled deeply. "With how fucked up your life has been the last year or two, you're telling me you haven't cried once?" Gunther started to talk.

"Well I-"

"I'm not finished." Gunther raised his eyebrows. He had never seen her like this. "Tinka's life has been just as bad, maybe even worse, and she has cried in front of everyone. Anyone! Cabbies, the lady at the gas station, Gary, the backup dancers, and anyone she can call by name. And crying is a sign of weakness to you? Please, for all means, explain how. Or better, we're coming down there. What building?"

Gunther was silent for a moment. "We're in the ER. I'll text her if they get moved. She'll want to see Mama before they pull the plug."

"Bye Gunther. We'll be there." She hung up before he could respond. Rocky clicked the lock button, walked out of the kitchen, and shoved it in Tinka's bag. She got her shoes, and the button up shirt Tinka had shed off. She stormed into Tinka's room, stood her up, and put the shirt on. "Cece. Buttons." Rocky ducked down and put Tinka's shoes on. Cece finished buttoning her shirt. "Get your things. We're going to the hospital." Cece nodded, and ran out. Rocky sat Tinka down on the bed, and yanked a brush through Tinka's hair, with little complaint from Tinka- She was almost in a trance.

Rocky brushed Tinka's hair, which was frizzy from it being in the middle of the night, found two of the side strands, yanked them together, and tied them in a bow. She walked around her, dabbed the muddy streaks, and wiped up all of Tinka's makeup, and put on a light pink lip gloss. She stood Tinka up. "Ro... Rocky?"

"Shh." Rocky put her fingers to Tinka's lips. "Now's not the time. We're gonna go down to the hospital and see Gunther." She walked Tinka out, slipped on her own shoes, and got her and Tinka's bags. They went downstairs, and got in a cab. The ride to the hospital was silent, except for Tinka's murmuring. They got to the hospital, and dragged Tinka out. Tinka was weepy, Cece was comforting her, and Rocky, as always, was the brain of the group, but this time was different. She wasn't comforting at all, she was snapping at people, shoving people out of her way. "Hessenheffer." The front lady nodded.

"Relation?" Cece helped Tinka get to the desk. She was clinging on to Cece as a two year old would a stuffed bear.

"Dau... Daughter, ma'am." The front desk lady looked sympathetic.

"Well I'll bet my buttons that was your brother." Tinka nodded. "Room sixteen. Her brother's in waiting room J." Rocky nodded a thank you to the lady at the front desk, and they headed to the elevator. They were quiet all the way to the waiting room, until Tinka saw Gunther. He was watching the news story about their parents. He looked up when he saw her whimpering, and he got up. He moved slowly towards her, and lead her to the sofa he was sitting on. She dragged Cece, who was becoming her live teddy bear, with her. Rocky sat across from them. Gunther still sat emotionless, watching the television screen, ever so often squeazing Tinka's hand, who was crying on his shoulder.

"Miss Hessenheffer?" They all looked up at the voice. They saw a nurse in a pink uniform. "Come with me, please." She stood up, and motioned to Cece. "I suppose she can go too." They walked out of the room, leaving Gunther and Rocky alone.

"You know what I'm going to ask." Gunther waited a moment, and then sighed.

"I don't know. It's not something you share with people you're not close with." Rocky recrossed her legs.

"Alright. Has Tinka ever seen you cry?" She stared at him.

"What's wrong with you? My father just died, I have a dying mother!" She shrugged.

"I can't cry at death anymore. Expecially suicide." That sparked his interest.

"Why?" Rocky glared at him.

"My aunt comited suicide when I was nine. My mother was passed out high, Ty was at camp, Cece was on vacation. We were at her house anyway. I had to call the ambulance, wake my mother up, and be interrogated. I was cried out for a while, but was emotionless soon after. Cece and Ty's idea to put me through therapy. I guess the point is... Huh. I just don't cry that often anymore when people die. I had to help Tinka through this, I've helped Cece through a lot of things." Gunther was just looking at her. He didn't know what to do. "I've startled you, haven't I?" He nodded sheepishly.

"A little." Rocky snorted.

"Yeah. Happens most of the time. Cece's become Tinka's teddy bear. Won't let her go." Gunther smiled. "This amount of stress is bad for the baby. And she's not going to be able to sleep alone. She's going to freak out at every loud noise, cry at the oddest things, be sad, and just stare. She's not going to be the same any time soon. You won't be either." He frowned, and his eyebrows knitted together.

He stayed like that until Tinka and Cece came back. She scooted further into him. "They did it. She's gone." He nodded silently. They went to the desk, and he finished with the arrangement. Cece and Rocky walked out behind them, and everyone went to their apartments. Tinka woke up later than everyone. She got out of bed, still in the clothes she wore yesterday. She sighed, and got dressed in something else. She walked around the apartment, empty again. Always empty. She sighed. She walked into the kitchen, grabbed an apple, and started to nibble on it. She got through the apple, and threw it away in the kitchen. Someone buzzed her. "Hello?"

"Tinka? It's Gary." She buzzed him in, and sat down on the couch. "Tinka?"

"It's open!" He opened the door, and she looked up at him.

"I heard about your parents." She nodded. "It's a shame, really." Tinka nodded again, looking at their reflection in the television. "Your father wrote a suicide note." Tinka looked at him.

"What?" Gary nodded.

"He wrote a note. It was on the news, word for word. There was something that caught my eye. He was ashamed of his family. Specifically..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "You."

Tinka looked confused. "Me?"

"Yes... He said that you were... Pregnant, and that was more than half the reason he did it." Tinka eyes went wide, she bit her lip, tears were welling up, but she nodded.

"Okay." He closed his eyes.

"Tinka. There's no easy way to say this." Tinka stopped breathing. "You're fired."