A/N: From here on out, expect drama drama and more drama! It's all run and gun from this point on. :)

The next three months blew over so peacefully it didn't seem right. Marta found that being truly married to Aaron wasn't that different than pretending to be married to Aaron. Well, except for a few things of course. Life adjusted itself slowly but nicely into a daily routine that almost seemed normal- a word the both of them knew was just what people saw on the outside.

Aaron was still skeptical about his job at a local power plant, but he learned to enjoy the other workers company to pass the time. And while he was digging holes, Marta had become the assistant associate of the grand science department in a job she had never imagined having. In addition to that, she was being trained by a man who once fought for the secret services to fight for and protect everything she believed in.

On a warm spring day in April though, everything changed. Marta came home from work extremely tired and famished. Trying to smile when she saw Aaron, she made her way over to the couch where he was sitting and rested her head on his shoulder.

"What's wrong, you're never this washed out after work," Aaron joked, fasting his arm around her and undoing the ponytail that held her hair up.

"Aaron, I've felt horrible all day," she moaned, quickly raising concern.

"What are you talking about you never get sick." He said, more seriously this time. "You should've come home early!"

Squeezing her eyes shut, she shook her head. "I didn't want you making a big deal out of it. That's why."

Aaron rolled his own eyes. "You should probably go see a doctor Marta."

"No, I don't," she argued stubbornly, "I'll be fine, promise."

"But you don't know that." Aaron said softy, mostly towards himself. He swung her legs over his lap and picked her up, carrying her to the room they now shared. Setting her down, he lay thin covers over her and kissed her briefly.

"Now that you're sick I'm the one that has to make dinner." He muttered.

"The smoke detectors were turned on last time I checked,"

Aaron signed. "Grits it is then."

That night was one of the longest nights Aaron could remember. Every time he heard her race towards the bathroom, he forced himself out of bed and held her hair as she retched. It happened again and again until her eyes were red and she broke down in tears on the cold hard ground. And that's where Aaron woke up the next morning. He rubbed his eyes and room a looked at himself in the mirror before gently waking Marta up beside him.

"Wake up baby..." He said softly, causing her to stir. "How are you feeling?"

She gave him a look of weak sarcasm. "That's a stupid question to ask,"

Pulling her up on her feet, Aaron held her for a brief moment. He was scared inside.

"Make an appointment today with Doctor Olson, I'll go ahead and call in for you- you're staying home all day promise?"

She nodded slowly, then looked up at him with frightened eyes. "Aaron? What if there's something wrong with me?"

Holding her tighter, he whispered in her ear, "I won't let that happen. But as long as we have each other, we'll be alright."

And she wished so badly that it could be true.

Doctors offices always made Marta feel odd. Everything was completely silent, everyone seemed doing their own thing. It wasn't like the laboratory to the slightest bit.

After a long hour of running various tests, answering potent questions and staring at the wall, her doctor swung the door open, putting a startle on her already squeamish face.

"Did you figure out what's wrong with me?" She said rather nervously, quietly and rushed in fear of what he might say. He set his things on the table across from her and gave her a confident smile.

"You don't need to be so worried." He said reassuringly. Marta was about to fight his statement when he continued.

"There's nothing wrong with you."

"...then why have I been so-"

"You're pregnant Mrs. Davis."

There was a strange silence in the room after that. She stared at him for a second, trying to register the meaning of those words in her mind. And when she did register them, her cheeks lit on fire and the room seemed suddenly stuffy.

"Do you mean... I'm going to have a baby?" She muttered, swallowing hard.

"Yes it does. Congratulations to you and your husband."

The word made the knot in her stomach clench even tighter. What the hell was Aaron going to say? Then she realized she was still in that tight office with a doctor that was still staring at her. "Thanks," she replied, trying to sound stronger than she actually was. He helped her out of her chair and she walked briskly towards her car after signing some papers. When she got inside, Marta wasn't sure if she was happy or scared about the baby- she supposed she was both. She had to let out a smile for a few details- she was having a child with the man she truly loved. She wondered what their boy or girl would look like. It didn't matter really. But then, the nervousness set in like poison everywhere inside of her, making her head pound and sending chills running down her back. Mother.

Not just another name to be called by. No, Marta knew a mother was the one woman any child could rely on. They endured every single cry, diaper change, tantrum, fever, the smiles, the hugs, the read me another story, I'm not tired, and I don't want to go to school. She then found herself thinking about her own mother; and suddenly, she missed her more than anything else in the world. Baking cookies in the kitchen, singing along quite awfully to the car radio, the smiles, the love- it all hit her in one huge memory. She wished more than anything that she could talk to her now. But of course life couldn't be that easy.

She started up her car, taking one last look at herself in the mirror before heading home. Aaron was in for the surprise of this life.

The doors opened, and Aaron walked in their house looking tired and stressed. He was a tad annoyed she wasn't returning any of his messages regarding the doctor's visit, but the worry for his wife's health made him go on.

His eyes caught sight of Marta curled up on the couch with a blanket draped over her, making him smile a bit. Aaron sat down slowly next to her and shook her tenderly. After a few moments, she rustled beneath the thin fleece blanket.

"You're finally home," she muttered, brushing the hair back out of her eyes.

"I tried getting back as fast as I could. Now tell me what the doctor said about you!" He said in a smile that hid a building tension.

Marta sat up, her mind rapidly sorting every single possibility
"Well... Nothing's wrong with me..." She said, triggering a flood of color back into Aaron's face.

"I knew it," he smiled, taking her hand, "but I was so worried something might have happened-"

"There's something I have to tell you though." She blurted out, making Aaron turn silent. His facial expression begged her onward.

It seemed so easy just to tell him. A simple sentence. But that simple sentence would change everything.

"Sweetheart... I'm pregnant." Marta finally uttered out, feeling as though she were delivering the message to millions and millions of people.

She watched as Aaron's face remained placid- though his eyes were now cast down.

"Aaron?" Asked her gently, "aren't you happy?"

Seconds ticked by, seconds deep in speechlessness.

"You mean... We're going to have a baby?" He asked in an unusual voice, one that was dragging in monotone.

Marta tried to smile; the scene before her was beginning to take an awkward turn- something she wasn't expecting at all. "Yes, that's what it means."

Then, Aaron Cross stood up, beginning to pace the room with wide steps. That was when Marta knew something was wrong.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

Still silence.

His eyes were streaming blue.

Then he opened his mouth.

"I can't take care of a kid- another living breathing person- that's too much-"

Marta stood up, extremely puzzled with his strange actions. It was making that feeling come back to her again.

"You don't have to do it alone, that's what I'm here for. We can finally be a happy normal family," she reached out towards him with comforting fingers- but his arm thrusted forward at her like a striking cobra going for the kill.

Before she could blink, the ground was flat beneath her- and Aaron was above, clenching her throat in between both of his hands. Her eyes were plastered open, staring in a paralyzing shock into the blazing blue fire within his eyes. She didn't move; she couldn't, really. Her body soon began to writhe and her heartbeat race- she could not breathe. All she could feel was the heat radiating off his body.

The inner workings of her mind overcame the cries and pleas of her heart as her hands rose in desperate pursuit to pry his own off her.

"A-aron... Please.. Ple-ase..."

Her words caused the agent to breathe in a few times- heavy and slowly. He looked back down at her, and a second later, the frown on his brow faded away. The hands around her neck were released as he stood back up in disbelief.

Marta breathed in and out rapidly as she clenched to the carpet in a broken form. She breathed and she coughed and breathed and coughed until the room around her returned to its normal self.

Standing up, she felt like she were on top of a flowing river. She looked back at Aaron- her husband, who she loved with all her heart- with the same look she gave Chris when he hurt her. Aaron advanced towards her with a regretful stance. She jerked away when he tried to touch her. Seeing the emotions in her eyes made his heart feel as if it were being crushed underneath Eric Byer's fingers. He had lost everything.

"I- I don't know what came over me..."

Her head was spinning. Her body was shaking. Her soul was numb with bitterness. Marta grabbed her keys from the coffee table in front of them and walked quickly towards the door.

"Don't leave, it was an accident!" Aaron shouted at her desperately; he couldn't find it inside of him to move.

Her fingers wrapped around the knob.

"For a moment I really thought you could change!" Marta yelled in hot fury, whirling around to see his distraught face.

She couldn't look back at him. Instead, she opened the door and ran.

The road seemed as fast and crazy as her raging conscience. She didn't know where she was going. She didn't care really. Aaron didn't want their child. Nothing else mattered.

Soon, the pictures through her window passed by faster and faster. Marta's eyes were strewn with tears that blurred them into a mix of green. Hatred burned inside of her in a new kind of fire. All men were the same- charming, but jackasses.

A car horn brought her attention back to the road. Her eyes widened. Her foot stomped on the breaks. The car completely lost control. She tried to correct it but it was already too late.

Everything around her turned black.

His hands met with the wall in a piercing bang. They were clenched in stiff fists, impacting the hard surface and forcing his knuckles to bleed with every blow.

Damn you, his mind barked at him, how are you such a horrible person? How can you live with yourself knowing you've hurt her?

But I didn't mean to...

But you did.

I don't know what came over me!

You almost killed her for Christ's sake! No matter how hard you try, you'll still be agent number five waiting for instructions on your next target...

But I love her!

Can you ever love? Can you?

Now she thinks I don't even want our baby...

Do you really want to be responsible for keeping the life of a child safe from harm?

If I don't who will? Marta said it herself- it's a team effort. I don't know, I guess I'm just scared about raising a kid...

That's weakness, Aaron. Weakness will get you killed.

I'm willing to take a chance. I'd do anything for my family.

Family...

Aaron stiffened back up, realizing the full effect of what he had done. He looked back at the door in desperation, half expecting his wife to walk back through. But it remained stone still, facing him with fierce intimidation. Her last sentence still lingered in the air in a horrible cry. It was pounding through his ears with a horrible tremor. Aaron ran over towards the keys hanging on the opposite side of the room and headed out the back door. The garage door creaked open and out sped the out of date coupé down the middle of the street.

Glancing around restlessly, Aaron didn't know where she would have gone. He turned onto the main road and weaved between the cars. After a while of stressful searching with no luck, a siren sounding from behind froze his nerves and stopped his heart from beating. An ambulance, accompanied by three police cars, rushed by his car and turned right at the next light. Aaron's eyes followed the flashing lights until they stopped at a pileup of two crashed cars a little ways down the street.

And then he knew it was her.

For the first time in his life, Aaron begged God for mercy. It was his last wish; he pleaded for the life of the woman who had everything taken away from her, everything except love, no... It couldn't end like this. Not like this.

The rusty red car pulled over to the side of the road. He opened the door and ran towards the wreckage, passing by a police officer and a irritated driver standing beside the damaged front of his car. When he caught sight of Marta's car, the breath inside of him felt scarce like he was punched hard in the stomach. Paramedics all dressed in white crowded the area- he could see a metal stretcher reflecting from the heavy shining sun through the mess.

Aaron madly pushed through the crowds, although it seemed like he was getting absolutely nowhere.

"You can't be here!" A voice yelled at him. Soon, a hand was gripped around his arm in pursuit to stop him.

"She's my wife!" Aaron yelled back irritably, contributing to shove past the paramedics.

Then, he saw her. Blood was caked on the left side of her head- her skin looked white. Hospital workers pushed the stretcher up into an open ambulance, the doors closing off his view of the woman he loved.

The ride towards the hospital was extremely silent. Aaron found his mind stuck on Marta Shearing. Flashbacks of all those small, passionate moments made him grow weaker to subsection. He didn't even turn off his car before running inside the gigantic building. Doctors were already waiting for the ambulance and helped push the stretcher across the tile floor. It was madness. Everyone was snapping at each other orders across Marta's still body and putting things on her like a breathing mask and bandages to stop the bleeding.

It wasn't long before they came before another door- once again it shut him out.

Hours climbed upon hours, crawling slowly minute by minute. He supposed it was the comeuppance he rightfully deserved, for his morals weren't exactly at a high point. A killer was all Aaron was- it was what he would always be. Byers was right about everything. He couldn't be anything else in life; all the agents were the time, including him. But Aaron knew he loved her still. Thinking about her death was like thinking about the end of the world. He would never forgive himself if Marta didn't make it. If she died, so would all the dreams of revolution.

On top of that, Aaron had to try and think of himself as an actual father. Having a baby in his arms, seeing the light in his wife's face as she took pictures of him or her wearing ridiculous yet cute little outfits. He couldn't believe it could be tangible.
The hospital got quieter and quieter and the sunlight slowly left the windows, leaving Aaron sitting practically alone on the row of hard plastic chairs across from the room she was inside. From time to time a nurse would walk from one place to another, with hardly a sound.

Hours passed by in darkness and silence. Aaron started to doze off, leaned back in his small chair.

"Mr. Davis?" A nurse's voice asked softly, waking him instantly.

"Is she alright?" He said alertly, though still bogged down with sleep.

"Claire is just recovering from the operation we did on the left side of her brain. It was successful, although we had to use lots of different pain killers to stop her nerves from responding badly to the treatment. And as you may know, she's about four weeks pregnant. I assume you're the father?"

He nodded slowly. "Yeah, I know. That's me."

"Rest assured they're both fine. Now, Mr. Davis, we did notice she had a few broken ribs from a while ago. And she has a pretty deep scar on her arm that wasn't treated immediately. It looks like it healed though. What we found that raised the most questions were bruises around her neck that looker pretty recent... Any explanation?"

Aaron shifted uncomfortably across from the nurse. "Yeah... She uh... Tripped..."

"So what happened yesterday?"

"Well, she was at a friend's house for most of the day. Then she called me and said she... Tripped, then she must've crashed while driving home."

The nurse gave him a hard look with her eyes. "We can figure all of that later. All that matters is she's okay."

"Can I see her?"

She turned to open the door slightly. "Just know she might not wake up for a while longer. If anything happens just press the button and nurses will come."

He nodded as all the nurses in the room filed out. Walking in, he felt his spirits lift like a weight off his shoulders. Aaron sat down in a chair next to her bed and stared down at her sleeping face. She had stitches lining her left temple and small cuts on her arms and neck. A wave of sadness soon came over him. Marta didn't deserve any of this. It was his entire fault she almost died, that they almost lost their baby. He took her hand in his and held onto it tight. Tears fell from his face as the long night went on, a harsh reminder that he was still a toy in the hands of the government; an experiment they put drugs in just to see how he reacted. Aaron never knew if that part of him could ever go away.

But one thing was for sure. A new part of him arose from the moment he started to love Marta Shearing. A part of him that could truly be happy. It was something he hadn't felt since his days as Kenneth Kitson, something he feared he could never feel again.

She was changing him back into the man he was deep inside. And she was his forever. But now, with everything that happened, he wasn't so sure she wanted him again. A woman of her sweet perfection didn't deserve a man like him. A killer. Aaron knew from that point on he would do whatever it would take to earn back her trust.

"Aaron?" Her small voice brought him out of his little world of remorse. He looked up and smiled when he saw her awake.

"You had me scared there," he said gently, giving her hand another squeeze. "Are you feeling alright?"

Even in the middle of a crisis Aaron managed again to ask the stupidest of questions.

"Well, it feels like someone bashed my heard against concrete fifty times, so that's a no."

He let go of her hand and placed his softly on her cheek, suddenly making her tense. Her eyes went dark as she remembered what happened earlier that night. Aaron realized it too.

"Look, I really didn't mean to do what I did-"

"I know." She said, looking strained as she said it. "It's obvious what you did was your body's natural reaction to stress. No, what you said was you didn't want our baby. I get that you're scared and it's another person to take care of, but that's what you signed up for when you begged me to marry you. Remember?"

Aaron softened. "I know. I didn't mean what I said. I promise I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. I'm just afraid something will happen to him or her because of our past. Then it'll be all my fault. I can't live in fear like that Marta. I just can't."

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. "You have me though. And nothing's happened with Byers. Whatever happens, I share as much responsibility as you do."

Aaron shook his head, fighting back the tears. "How can I be a father when I almost killed you? What if something happens and I... I hurt the baby..."

"Oh don't say that," she said, cutting him off, "I know you Aaron. I know you'll never do anything to hurt our child. You just have to believe it yourself." She caught his eyes and tried to smile. "I love you. I wouldn't have anyone else have this baby with me except you. ...I believe in you."

Aaron knew he didn't deserve any of her mercy. His body was so stressed he didn't know what to do with himself. A thousand thoughts were running through his mind all at once.

"Aaron, there's something I want to know." She said in hope of redirecting his thoughts from being down on himself. "June Monroe. From back at the hotel. I want to know... Did you love her?"

The question made him furrow his brow. "Did you say June Monroe?"

Marta nodded. "Did you love her?"

"Yeah. I loved her." He said softly, "but that was a long time ago."

Her eyes fell. "How long did you know her for?"

"Practically my whole life,"

"Did you get married to her?"

Aaron looked at her strangely. "Did you say get married?"

She nodded.

A smile spread on his face. Marta grew confused as he laughed at her question.

"What's so funny?"

He had to force himself to stop laughing. "Marta... June was my sister!"

Marta couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Your sister? You never told me you had a sister!"

"Because you never asked!" He said defensively. He knew she wanted to hear the whole story.

"She was four years younger than me. Quite a determined girl, even when she was little. Our mom had to work a lot ever since our dad died overseas, so we were pretty close. June had her heart set on becoming an actor." He smiled in remembrance. "She would always come home from school and practice random skits and stuff on me. You would've liked her. June was the type of girl who always smiled through everything. A year after she graduated, she met this guy in college who was in her acting classes. He was a pretty cool guy, but he always wore khakis and polo shirts.. Such a dork. Anyways, they got married after a few months and were pretty happy with their lives. Then June went on a vacation with some of her friends to Big Springs and... She drowned. She was only married for five months, barely twenty years old. I left for Iraq seven weeks later."

Marta found herself overcome with emotion. She had no idea any of it happened until now.

"I'm so sorry Aaron..."

He smiled. "It was a long time ago. I still miss her though. Being in the agency helped take my mind off it. And then meeting you... I realized I wasn't alone anymore. But talking about it with you... Helped me realize everything I have."

She returned the smile. Everything could be healed with time. Even the deepest wounds.

A/N: I'm sure your emotions are going crazy... But with everyone saying June was a past lover, I just had to make this plot twist! Excited for the new baby?