(Olivia's POV)

I leaned back on the couch after a large lunch with Chris. 'It's been nearly a month since the guys came back, I hope they're okay' I thought. For some reason, he kept giving me strange looks. He sat next to me and finally spoke.

"Are you sure-" I interrupted him.

"Yes, I'm sure I'm just a little sick, now stop asking, God damn" I sighed, very annoyed.

"But you've been having mood swings, a LOT cravings and eating half the fridge." he wouldn't stop giving me a strange look.

"I'm fine, Chris" I jumped to my feet and turned to him, smiling. "You're worrying too much, let's go shoppin'!"

I grabbed his keys off the counter and ran off with him following behind. We went to the store, bought a bunch of food and drinks. While we were there, I was eyeing the jewelry but Chris was able to drag me away. On the way to the cash register, he sneaked a box into the cart. It said 'Pregger-tester' but to tell the truth, I didn't know what they were.

On the way home, I was about to crack open a beer when the short man stopped me.

"What the hell?" I turned to him.

"Not yet, I just want to be absolutely sure" he put in the cup-holder.

"Sure about what?"

He was silent so I yelled the question, "I think you're pregnant!" he finally answered.

"So why can't I drink?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Because alcohol might hurt the baby and make it deformed." he explained, stopping at a red light and taking a small sip from the can.

Then, next thing I know, the can is almost empty and he starts swerving like a maniac! I screamed at him to slow down or pull over but he wouldn't listen. He started singing 'oh, my darling' and gaining speed.

"Fuck this" I said under my breath and un-buckled my seat belt.

I punched him so hard; he was knocked out and quickly sat on his lap, driving the best I could. At first, the vehicle drifted until I turned the wheel away. True, I didn't know how to drive but I'd rather learn as I go than crash, dying and endangering my possible baby.

Thankfully, there was no one on the road today and I've seen the others use the GPS often so I almost knew exactly what to do. A computer voice sounded, giving me directions back to the base. Finally, we were home and Chris woke up, seeing me on his lap.

"Oh, baby" he slurred. "Not really my type but it'll do."

I squeaked as his hands went up to my chest with something poking me from behind. I really hoped it was his cell phone in his pocket. Getting out of the van, I watched him roll out, laughing like an idiot.

I rolled my eyes at him and decided to drag him to his room first. I held his hands, pulling him along with my back starting to ache.

I walked backwards to the living room, "Olivia" I heard Stryker's voice.

I dropped the giggling idiot and turned around to see the old man, "Hey, what?"

"I'm sorry to tell you this but…on the way to a mission I assigned the rest of the team…the jet was struck with a missile. They jet was able to safely crash-land in Oklahoma. However, the door was opened just over Kansas and we lost a few of our soldiers. the team has been searching for weeks for the ones we've lost but...no one was found. I'm afraid Fred Dukes, Wade Wilson and…Faith Davis are dead." my heart sunk lower at those three names.

Sudden rage bubbled up inside and I grabbed him by the jacket, slamming him against the wall.

"You said I didn't know what the hell I was rushing into? Did you even know what shit you were rushing them into? Why the fuck would you just fucking send my family and friends into battle without knowing if those bastards had missiles?" I screamed in his face.

"I swear on my grave that I had no idea" was all he had to say.

Enraged, I threw the old man across the room and dashed outside, feeling the anger reach the surface of my skin…that and a bunch of blades. It wasn't until I was out in the forest that I released, weapons flying every where. They stabbed the trees, the ground, the small creatures around but I didn't care. The skin healed and I immediately collapsed to my knees, my vision hazing from the tears.

My shoulders shook as my breath hitched, "GOD DAMN IT" I sobbed.

Soon, I felt something on my shoulder, I looked up but I didn't see a hand. It was a branch hanging low from a tree, due to one of the knives cutting half of the limb. Filled to the brim with grief, I curled up on the leaf-covered ground and sobbed alone. 'Wade, Faith and Fred are dead' was the only thing going through my mind.

A few days later, I was just standing in the doorway of Wade's room. I couldn't help but think back to when I confessed my past to him. I thought of how he held me and said he loved me no matter how messed up my life was. It was just like with Derek Retep. We were together for one night and they died the next day.

In the kitchen, I could hear the guys talking.

Salvatore slammed his fist on the table, "Screw it, I'm going to talk to her."

Chris grabbed his wrist, "Just give her time."

"He's right, she needs time to cry it all out, to let go of the grief" Logan agreed.

"What the hell do you know about her? I've known her for years and you known her for how long? She's my damn sister and I know what's best for her!" Salvatore yelled at him.

I walked into the kitchen with a smile, "Guys, I'm fine, I'm used to losing people I loved."

I grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge and drank, "So, when's the funerals?" I asked.

"Next Friday, we haven't found their remains so we're going to do it a different way" Victor informed in a blank way, the wild animalistic grin gone forever.

"'Kay, I'll be in the gym." I left, my smile fading back into grief as I walked away.

On the way, I stopped to change into black yoga pants and white wife-beater. I could feel my anger surfacing again so I taped my knuckles and started beating the punching bag. I threw fist after fist at it, letting it absorb my anger and anguish. It was until my hands ached and my breath went heavy that I stopped, holding the bag.

"You're an odd one, you know that?" I heard a voice.

"Leave me alone, Zero, I'm not in the mood" I warned.

"Ah, I almost forgot the mood swings that come with the pregnancy" I whirled around when I heard him say that.

"What pregnancy?"

"Don't play dumb, I saw the tests in the bathroom trash can." he glared. "Three were positive, one was negative."

"Okay, so, I'm pregnant" I crossed my arms, "What about it?"

"Tell the others the father is none other that the deceased Wade Wilson…" he smirked, "…or I will."

"Okay, but let me ask you this…what do you have to gain from this?" I asked.

"My intentions are secret, they're no use if I let them be known" he turned around and left.

On the way out, I shot a ninja-star at him, just missing his head. It was planted in the wall in front of him.

"If I can tell them about the farm, I'm sure they can handle a pregnancy" I scowled.

He just smirked at me again like a douche bag and left. God, I hate him.