[AN: Another Wednesday, another chapter! Ok, naughty language warning, the 'f word' appears I think three times, so skip it if you're offended lol. This one is a little short, but... really didn't want to drag this part out, which has been planned since the beginning, by the way. Anyway, please feel free to comment, vote, or just read!]

Kerri went into the library to see that her class was already there. "Hello," she greeted. "I hope that you're all ready for the field trip!"

They all climbed into the van, the seven students and her fitting perfectly, and she drove them to the store down town.

"Ok, we're going into the store, you all have the totals of money that you have to spend on groceries, get enough to last you, but other than that, what you want to eat. Keep track of how much each item costs, and don't forget about taxes," she told the group, walking sideways as they made their way to the door.

A large, burly man stepped in front of her, making her run into him. She steadied herself and looked up. "Um, excuse me," she said, moving to go around him, but he stepped in front of her.

"There is no excuse for you. You smell," he told her, his disgust written on his face.

She looked up at him in confusion, then back at the students, moving in front of them more. "Um, ok, whatever, we're just trying to get past you," she told him.

"You're a fucking disgusting mutant, aren't you?!" He demanded in a raised tone.

Kerri's eyes widened a little. "Uh, I don't know what you mean, I'm not disgusting," she said, trying to break the tense situation.

"They shouldn't let abominations like you breed! They should take you and your spawn out to the field and shoot you, put you out of our misery!" He declared, stepping closer.

Kerri could feel Ben tensing up, preparing for a fight, and a couple of the other kids as well. She put her arms out a little to back them up.

"It's true, ain't it? You're pregnant with a mutant abomination, aren't you?" Kerri looked back, shaking her head to the class with a look saying she couldn't believe how crazy this guy was, knowing they were muttering about that piece of information to each other. "Just like that man said!"

Kerri looked back to the tall, bulky man in front of her. "What man?" She asked, looking past his shoulder. She was distracted for a moment, looking for who he was talking about, who would know about her and her situation, and wasn't prepared for what happened next.

Kerri doubled over, suddenly feeling her stomach in the back of her throat as it's contents were forced out of her violently.

The man withdrew his fist from her stomach and Kerri fell forward, hands reach out to catch something before she hit the ground, but the man stepped back, out of her reach, punching her in the back of her head on the way down.

She landed on her forearms and knees, her face hitting the ground before she raised it up. Her vision was hazy, fogged by tears and black on the edges.

"Scum!" The man yelled, kicking her in the stomach. "You and your seed don't deserve to live in this world!"

Kerri felt the pain of his foot after it had gone, especially in her rib, but she was having trouble hearing; all she could hear was the blood rushing around her brain and her heart pounding in her ears. The darkness on the edge of her vision throbbed with the pounding in her head.

She wasn't quite aware of what was going on, the pain in her rib and head making it so she couldn't quite tell what was happening. She lifted her eyes as far as she could, only able to see up to the man's knee, and recognized Ben's leg as well.

Ben's leg moved and the man was on the ground with her, holding his face. He scooted back and scrambled up, running away.

Someone pulled Kerri up, but she couldn't tell who, her head was pounding so hard at the differences in blood levels trying to move through her brain, her rib felt bruised and sore.

They got her into the van and she assumed on the way to the mansion, but she blacked out before they'd gotten far.

Kurt was watching as the students practiced the plays they were presenting to the class the next week, when he heard Professor Xavier calling him to the med lab.

He stood, wondering why he was being called. "I vill be back, keep practicing," he told the students as he stood and made his way out of the class room to the med lab.

Kerri felt herself being moved and opened her eye, but it barely moved enough for her to see what was going on.

"Vhat happened?!" She heard Kurt's voice demanding. "I zhought it vas just a field trip!"

"It was," she heard Xavier tell him. "The students said that there was a man who came up to her on their way into the store, speaking in anti-mutant terms, and attacked her."

"V- Vhat? Anti mutant? Aber, you can't tell she is ein mutant, not like- not like some of zhe ozhers-" Kurt started, confused.

"And, he mentioned her- condition," Xavier interrupted to tell him.

"Condition?" Kurt asked in confusion.

"Pregnant," Kerri gasped out due to her sore insides.

"Yes, that condition," Xavier agreed. "Welcome back to the world of the conscious," he greeted with a grim smile.

Kerri groaned in reply, her arms tightening around her stomach. "Ahhh!" She yelled as her arm pushed on her rib.

Dr. McCoy stepped closer to the bed, letting the cart he was pushing stop at the bed side. "Careful there, I haven't had time to look at your injuries, yet."

Kurt grabbed her hand, pulling it to his lips. "Liebling, are you ok?" He asked.

"Y-eah," she answered, still in a gasp.

"No talking, I'm afraid, not until I get a chance to look at your wounds," Dr. McCoy told her.

"Yes, let Hank look at those before any more movement. You don't want to make them worse."

He shined a light in her eyes."Well, Kerri, aside from the scrape on your forehead, it looks like you have a very mild concussion, and you'll have a not so little goose egg on the back of your head for a little bit, but I don't feel any fractures," he told her, feeling the back of her head. "Can I have you lift your shirt so I can see your rib, please?" Dr. McCoy asked. Kerri raised her shirt, letting him see the redness and swelling at the bottom of her ribs. "Hmm, tell me if this hurts," he said, pressing on her breast bone.

"Ah- a little, not really," she told him. He pushed near her bottom rib. "Ahhh!" Kerri almost screamed, her still only mostly conscious body, rolling, trying to get away from the pain.

Kurt grabbed her hand, pulling it to his chest, not sure what to do.

"Yes, it seems as though it is broken, we'll take an x-ray to see how bad it is," Dr. McCoy said, feeling around the area, down onto her stomach, which was also red and starting to get puffy. "Oh, dear, this is- right over-" He stopped, turning and getting his stethoscope. He pressed it to her stomach, moving it around, pressing it in a bit in some places.

"Vhat is it, vhat is wrong?" Kurt asked, worried by the doctor's calm, but hurried nature.

It was another few moments of trying to listen before Dr. McCoy pulled back and lowered his stethoscope from his ears. "That kick, it was right where the- womb- is. There's a chance- but it cold be ok..."

"What are you saying, Hank?" Professor Xavier asked.

Dr. McCoy motioned them away from the bed that Kerri was laying on and spoke quietly. "Well, nothing is certain; I don't have a fetal doppler laying around, or an ultrasound, but there's a chance that- with the force of that kick being enough to fracture her rib, and the swelling that's already taking place before the bruise is even visible- that, not everyone made it..." He looked down, hating to be the bearer of bad news.

Kurt made to move toward Kerri, but Dr. McCoy stopped him. "You have to stay calm, it's important that you don't panic; with the unknown condition the baby is in, it could make it worse if Kerri starts panicking and getting stressed."

Kurt took a breath and looked over at Kerri. He had to keep it together. He went back to the bed and took Kerri's hand.

She looked up at him. "Did he say what I think I heard him say?"

"You heard him from over here?" He asked.

"Well, I do have pretty good hearing, and there's not much back ground noise here. So?" She asked soberly.

Kurt tried to hold back his worry. "Vhat do you zhink you heard him say?"

Kerri studied his eyes for a moment. "That the- ... That I'm not pregnant anymore..." The false strength in Kurt's eyes wavered, trying to water, and he looked away. A sob pressed in Kerri's chest, bubbling up through her throat. She closed her eyes and turned toward the ceiling, sobbing, "It's all my fault!"

Kurt visited Kerri in the med lab after classes had ended. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Ok," Kerri told him, but Kurt could hear the low note in her voice.

"Has Dr. McCoy said anyzhing vone vay or anozher yet?" he asked.

"Not yet, he's trying to get someone to lend him an ultrasound machine so he can take a look."

Kurt put his hand on her cheek and leaned close. "Aber, no news is good news, right? At least it's not bad news?"

Kerri shrugged. "I guess."

"And nozhing has happened to you, like it vould if somezhing vas wrong, right?" He asked hopefully.

Kerri lifted a shoulder. "No."

"Gute," he said, kissing her hand. "Zhen let's hope for the best."

Kurt woke up to Dr. McCoy patting him on the back. "I think you've gotten less sleep than I have while trying to get an ultrasound," he smiled.

Kurt turned back to Kerri. "Is she going to be ok? She seems to be sleeping a lot," he asked.

"Well, I'm sure that's partly to do with the pain killers I've been giving her for her rib, but also, she doesn't really have anything to do while she's awake and you're not here. It's actually very normal, don't worry."

Kerri moved, groggily looking around, her eyes settling on Kurt. "Kurt, did you go to bed at all?" she asked.

Kurt smiled at her, saying, "I just vanted to see your face first zhing vhen I voke up."

Kerri's brow furrowed with concern. "I'll take that as a no, then," she looked at her lap and glanced at where Dr. McCoy had settled, across the room near his office. "You don't need to worry about me so much, he's giving me the good stuff, you know, hardly remember my name sometimes," she joked badly.

"Liebling, you are my ozher half, you can't ask me not to vorry about you," he told her with a tender smile.

Kerri looked back at the blankets on her lap. "How are classes going?"

"Good, your classes like not having to be grown up und do mazh all zhe time," he told her jokingly.

"I'll bet," she answered. "And did you tell them not to get comfortable because I'm coming back soon?"

"Zhey said you can have as much time as you need," he told her, smiling.

"No way," she told him. "Not with you running yourself ragged trying to accommodate my classes into yours and staying up all night next to me... You really need to get some sleep, I can almost see bags under your eyes, through the image inducer," she told him, her hand on his.

"Ah liebling, you vorry so much, but you don't need to vorry zhat much about me," he told her.

Kerri raised her eyebrows and quoted his words back to him, "liebling, you are my other half, you can't ask me not to worry about you."

Kurt felt his face heat a little. "I am allowed to vorry, you are zhe vone in zhe bed sleeping all zhe time," he told her.

Kerri glanced to where Dr. McCoy was still sitting. "I'm not sleeping all the time," she told him.

Kurt looked at her in surprise. "Vhat else are you doing, zhen?"

"Day dreaming," she told him with a blush.

"Ja? Vell, I guess you do have a vedding to plan- Ah! I forgot to take your ring to get sized," he told her.

Kerri smiled. "It's ok," she told him.

After a couple more days in the med lab, Kerri was allowed to leave, and she returned to teaching her class in the library.

"So, what did you all learn in drama while I was gone?" She asked.

"That being a kid is funner than being an adult," Ben said, and the other kids agreed.

Kerri lifted her hand as though she was going to scold them, but said, "True. Ok, now on with learning to be an adult..."

The day went by smoothly, even though Kurt brought his drama class to the library so he could keep an eye on her.

As they were walking out of the large room after classes were over, Kurt took her hand, smiling at her, and she smiled back. "How vas zhe first day back?"

"It was ok," she told him. "I'm not completely healed, though, my stomach and side still hurt."

"If I knew who zhat man vas..." Kurt trailed off, glaring at the floor.

Kerri stopped walking, and he stopped as well. "Go ahead, I'll meet you down there, just have to stop at the bathroom," she told him. Kurt smiled and let her go.

Later that night, Kerri was making her middle of the night trip to the bathroom, rubbing by her sore side. 'I must have slept on it,' she thought, trying to stretch out the muscles.

It was a couple of days after that, on Saturday, when she saw the blood.

She was making her way to see Dr. McCoy as fast as her body could stand to move, when Kurt caught up to her.

"Ah, hallo, liebling, how are you doing?" He asked as he kept up with her.

"I- I'm-" she stopped and looked around to make sure that no one was around. "Kurt, I'm- bleeding," she told him.

"Bleeding," he asked, startled. "Vhere? I don't see any blood, are you alright, liebling?" He started looking around her. "Is your rib ok?"

"My rib hurts, but, I'm not bleeding where you can see," she told him. "It's somewhere... you can't see..." she said lamely.

Kurt's eyes jumped to hers. "Ve need to get you to Dr. McCoy," he said, taking hold of her and teleporting them.

A cloud of smoke and the sound of the atmosphere adjusting to their sudden arrival announced them, and Kurt called out, "Dr. McCoy, Dr. McCoy, ve need you!"

Dr. McCoy walked out of his office in the corner of the med lab and made his way toward them. "What seems to be the problem?"

"She is bleeding," Kurt said, almost picking Kerri up to carry her to Dr. McCoy.

"I can walk, Kurt, it's ok," she complained, but he didn't let go.

Dr. McCoy directed her to lay on the bed, pulling up a machine. "It's not an ultrasound, but I did manage to put something together, let's see what we can see with it."

The machine had a small screen on it, and it was a wash of grey, white, and black, but there wasn't any distinguishable shapes.

After a few minutes, he put the wand down and looked at the floor before looking at them. "I'm not seeing anything, but, since the machine has never been tested before, I can't be sure that it's working properly."

"So, zhere is still a chance?" Kurt asked.

"Yes," Dr. McCoy answered.

"What about the bleeding?" Kerri asked.

"Well, to some extent, a little bleeding is ok, but if it is heavy, that's when it's a danger," he explained. "I- I've been researching," he told them.

Kerri nodded her head slowly, "well, I- it wasn't very much blood..."

Kurt put his forehead against her. "Vell, zhank Gott for zhat..."

Kerri woke up the next day to more pain in her stomach.

She ignored it and got ready for class, getting to the library and sitting at her normal chair. The students all made their way in and sat down, pulling out their books.

Kerri was hurting, so bad that she was tempted to go ask Dr. McCoy for some more pain meds, but she put her head down on the table and tried to deal with it.

The students were taking that as having a day off, but in her pained state, she snapped at them, "Hey! Just because I'm dying, doesn't mean you get to slack off. Get back to work."

She felt the pain lessen a little for a bit, but it soon came back and she was gritting her teeth and trying not to hit her head against the table.

A hair tickled her nose, and she was distracted a few times at trying to get rid of it, but it seemed to avoid her and her awareness of the pain would come back.

One of the students came up to her. "I have a question, when you're doing the taxes on groceries, how do you do it again?"

Kerri looked up and saw the girl looking at her. She smiled a little. "You take the sales tax, which is four percent, then make sure it's as a decimal, point zero four percent, then times it by the total of the purchases, that's the tax, then you add the total amount from the purchases and that's the total."

"Oh... Ok, but how do you know what the decimal of four percent is?" She asked.

"You divide the percent number, four, by the total percent, one hundred," she said, then paused, her hand moving to her mouth as a sneeze came. Then came a gushing between her legs, and her face reflected her shock. "Um... Um, I have to- I'll be right back," she told them, standing and hurrying to the bathroom.

When she'd pulled down her pants, she saw a large clot. She stared at it, not sure what to do, then picked it up, she stared at it for a moment, her hands trembling, causing her to fumble, dropping it. It fell to the toilet, and she looked down at her pants. Her face reddened. It looked like she'd had an accident; all down the inside of her pants and legs, but it wasn't urine, it was blood.

In shock, she stared back and forth from her pants to the toilet, where the lump of tissue had settled to the bottom.

She looked up at the door and around. "What the- what the fuck?! What the fuck do I do?!"

After cleaning up with shaky hands, Kerri hurried to her room and changed, then went down to the drama room, opening the door and looking in.

Kurt looked up and saw her, peeking silently through the door, unsurely, and he stood from his desk. "Gute vork everyvone, keep practicing, don't forget zhe lighting and curtain prompts, I vill be back," he told the students who were rehearsing for the plays that had been pushed off until the next few days.

He stepped out into the hall with Kerri and closed the door. "Vhat is wrong? Liebling, vhat happened?" He asked, worried by the look on her face. She grabbed him and pressed close against him, unable to hold her tears back. "Liebling, liebling, are you ok?" he stroked her hair, her back, squeezed her tight, whatever he could think to try to calm her down.

Kerri pressed closer against him and through her silent sobs she managed to say, "It's gone, it's gone, I know it is..."

Kurt froze, then his eyes closed in pain. "Are you sure, liebling?" She couldn't answer, just sob in reply, and he pulled her as close as he could, his hands clutching at her in their shared sadness.

There was the almost silent noise of Xavier's wheelchair moving over the carpet, but neither looked up until he spoke to them. "Are you two alright?" Kerri didn't say anything, hiding her face and weak moment, and Kurt just held her close. "I see." He put his head down for a moment, then lifted it. "Don't worry, Kerri I've had Jean cover your class, and Kurt, I can watch the drama students practice, you two, perhaps you should go to the hospital."

"Zhank you, Professor," Kurt said as he had almost passed him.

'It's no problem, Kurt, just make sure Kerri will be ok, and yourself as well,' he answered.

Kurt drove while Kerri stared out the window, trying not to cry. They arrived and went to the emergency room, where Kerri explained the first half of what had happened and Kurt explained the last half, then they were immediately whisked to to a bed in a room.

Kerri sat on the edge of it while Kurt stood beside her.

The nurse came in, pulling a machine behind her, then left, and Kerri recognized the machine as an ultrasound.

They waited silently, neither sure what to say, both hoping it was just a terrible dream, until a doctor came in.

She gloved up and was talking to them, reassuring, saying that a little blood is normal, and she'll just see what is going on, but Kerri wasn't paying attention.

"Ok, lay back and we'll put this jelly on you, it's a little cold," she warned, but Kerri still gasped a little in surprise. The doctor looked around on the fuzzy black and white screen. "How far along did you say you were?"

"About... Ten or eleven weeks," Kerri mumbled.

The doctor stopped at a part of the screen that looked like there was a black spot inside of a little bit of weirdly shaped emptiness that could be made out, surrounded by more black. She stopped and looked up at them, then put the wand down and handed Kerri the box of tissues. "I'm sorry," she said quietly.

Kurt felt his heart breaking more, now that it was confirmed, and his hand clutched at Kerri's.

"We'll need to get the rest of the tissue out so that there's no complications later," the doctor told them. "We have a tech available now. Mr. Wagner, you may want to leave the room," she said, standing and writing on the clipboard. Kurt looked down at Kerri in question, and she nodded.

He reluctantly left, standing out side of the room, watching until a tech came in, bringing a machine and a bottle of fluid.

After about half an hour, the tech left, leaving Kerri in the room alone, and Kurt stopped her. "Is- is it ok if I-"

The tech nodded. "You can go in," she answered his unasked question.

Kurt opened the door to see Kerri laying on her side facing away from him. He walked to her and put his hand on her side, then leaned down and held her.