I am finally back! Hope this is chapter was worth the wait. Sorry guys, I just get really bad writers block for very long periods of time. I seriously hope that you enjoy this though!

And as for the reference I was talking about all those chapters ago, yes it was "lieutenant Dan". And since the original winner has yet to come forward and since the runner up was anonymous, I have decided to make "Creamoe" the new winner! Congratulations my darling, I will be notifying you of your prize very soon ;)

Now, without further ado, chapter 10:

Loud moans and gripes spread quickly throughout the entire crowd of soldiers. Up attempted to lighten the situation by telling half-hearted jokes to anyone who would listen, but rendered it useless. Most tuned him out and broke off into groups to make their own survival strategies. Up looked to Taz for support, but found her appearing distant and worn. She was slowly inching away from the crowd and towards a young ensign. He could tell that she wanted to be beside the young boy who was currently curled up in a ball's side, but he could also tell she was also uneasy about leaving Up to handle all the restlessness of the crew. He softly placed a hand on Taz's shoulder and motioned for her to join the boy. She didn't say a word, but he could tell she desperately wanted to visit this boy. Maybe this baby is turning her soft, Up thought before returning to his commander duties.

Taz saw Charlie curled up beside a fire, looking as hopeless as ever. Taz still didn't quite know why she cared for much for the gangly ensign, but she did worry about him nonetheless. "Hola," she said tentatively, "how are you doing?"

"Horrible." His eyes gazed deep into the fire, guilt and sorrow apparent on his face.

"You're fine," Charlie looked up at her incredulously as if to ask if she was serious or not. "I mean, if it wasn't for you, we' d probably all be dead right now. You know you're kind of a hero, comprende?"

"People still died though. I saw them. I heard their heard their last words, and there was nothing I could do about it." He sighed, "so I guess this is war then." Taz had forgotten that Charlie had never fought before. That this was his first taste of his new life as a soldier.

"Let me tell you something kid, you've heard the saying 'war is hell', no?" Charlie nodded, "well, even though that's true, that's not even half of it. Sí, there are plenty of horrors, but it's also one giant mystery. It's pitiful, it's adventurous, it's depressing, it's courageous, but it can also be loving." Taz glanced over at Up as she said this last comment, "It's fun, but it's also horrendous. War makes you grow up and become a man, but if you're not careful, it can make you dead."

"But, how-how do you do it?" Taz didn't even need him to clarify. She knew what he meant, how do you deal with war?

How did Taz deal with war? She honestly had no idea how she did. "To tell you the truth, I really don't know. I was just thrown into everything when I was fifteen and too angry to notice what was going on around me. I still haven't learned how to deal, I've only learned to ignore." Charlie only nodded and continued to gaze into the flames. Taz didn't want to be with him any longer, she had shared too much. She rose to her feet and went to find Up.

Up was putting the finishing touches on a bed made of leaves and twigs when she found him.

He heard her coming up behind him and turned to greet her. He stopped working on the bed and offered her food. Taz wanted to decline, but she was starving and she figured that she should treat her child to something nice after fighting in a war. Her dinner wasn't much, but it felt good to have something finally in her stomach. She noticed however, that Up's meal was significantly smaller than hers. Taz offered some of her food to him, but he refused. She guessed that he would.

They ate in mostly silence until Up asked, "so how does the baby feel?"

"Bien," Up's eyes begged for more information, "I don't think I hurt it or anything." Up still wasn't convinced. He continued to study Taz for the rest of the evening; his eyes never straying far from her abdomen.

"So, any idea of when we can get off this dead-goddamn planeta?" Up just simply shook his head. He honestly had no clue. They certainly we not on the planet that Charlie was aiming for. They had reacted far too late and ended up on one of the planet's moons. Nonetheless, they were lucky enough to end up on a moon that once held civilization. There were plenty of man-or-alien-made beaches and shops surrounding them; however, this moon was attacked by the robots. The battle on this particular moon was so bloody and destructive, that all of the citizens had to be evacuated from the planet. Up didn't even if there was still any robot or intelligent life remaining on this moon.

"This is the moon that got evacuated, no?" Up was entranced by his own thoughts and plans before Taz brought him back to reality.

"Yes. Yes it is."

"So you must be really lost here," Taz's calmness almost enraged Up. How could she be so at ease with the possibility of being stranded here? Especially when she's carrying their child? "So looks like it is time for the amazing Commander Up to save the day!" A slight chuckle escaped from her lips, causing anger to flash across Up's eyes, "don't worry though ese, you always do."

"Dead-Goddamnit, Taz. Why aren't you taking this seriously?" Taz could hear the hurt and strain in his voice. "I mean, you have our child to protect! Don't you even care about the kid"

"WHAT IF I DON'T?"

Silence. Nothing but silence.

"What?" Up's voice was scarcely above a whisper. The question trembled and shook as it left his lips. Taz couldn't bear to his hear voice like that.

"I don't know if I want this kid, you know that Up! I mean, I don't know how to take care of this niño! I can't stay home! You can't stay home! I guess, if I get hurt here, then I won't have to worry about getting an abortion." Taz felt the hurt in her voice as she choked out the last word; Up just heard it. But he still felt the twinge of pain and guilt as heard Taz's voice tremble. Up caused that tremble. Up caused that hurt. However, Up also knew she had a point. Neither could actually stay and take care of their child and there wasn't exactly a child center on most of the war ships that Taz and Up spent most of their time on. But there was something about the last sentence, then I won't have to worry about getting an abortion. There was just something in her voice that was shaken with guilt. It was as if pain and remorse crept its way into her soul took a firm root. Up feeling considerably less angry at a trembling Taz, took a step closer to her and caressed her cheek. Taz still refused to meet Up's eyes, not wanting to show him the pain she felt, so Up took her chin in between his thumb and index finger, and made sure their eyes met. Taz hated when he did this he could right through her. He learned things about her that Taz didn't even know about herself. He now knew that she felt bad about getting rid of her child on purpose, but less bad if it happened on accident. He now knew that she actually wanted to keep this child. And he be damned if anything came between her and wish.

Thank you so much for reading my lovlies! I love you guys so much for reading and I would love you even more if you reveiwed! haha! But seriously, thank you. Thank you so much.