A/N: Merry Christmas. Happy Holidays. Had a few minutes for myself and managed to get out this chapter before I was stolen away from the writing world again. Another prompt from my own collection. It may be short, but I'm happy with it. I hope you enjoy it, too.

Disclaimer: see chapter one

She stood in shock; staring up at Raven, eyes wide. Pregnant? She couldn't be...it wasn't possible. Raven must have been mistaken. There was no way two different species of mutants could reproduce. She just had the stomach flu. That had to be it. But, the look on Raven's face told her otherwise. He must have seen something in her aura. If that was the case, he was telling the truth. When it came to auras, Raven was never wrong.

Pregnant.

She turned the word over in her mind. She was going to be a mother. Raphael was going to be a father. Her excitement suddenly morphed into horror. If the Wyverns ever caught wind that Raphael had a child, Wyrm would waste no time in spending all of his clan's resources in tracking the child down and destroying it and her. She was already wanted for defecting from the clan. She couldn't bear to think of putting her unborn child in that position. Mona Lisa looked up at Raven and he could see the fear in her eyes.

"Whatever you need," was all Raven said.

With those few simple words, Mona Lisa knew what she had to do; for her sake, her baby's sake and for Raphael's sake. If Wyrm ever found out about this, Raphael would be punished just as severely as she would. It broke her heart that she wouldn't get the chance to say good-bye; or to tell Raphael the good news that he was going to be a father. But, it was better for everyone if that was kept a secret. The only ones who would know would be herself and Raven. And Mona Lisa knew that when Raven kept a secret, he would take it to his grave.

It was well past midnight by the time Raphael arrived at Mona Lisa's apartment. He was looking forward to a night with just the two of them; wondering about what the night had in store. He knocked once in Morse code to let her know he was there. Hiding in the shadows, he waited for a few minutes, knocking again when there was no answer. He waited another few minutes, but again there was no answer.

Raphael began to grow worried. Mona Lisa always answered. He knocked again. However, like the first couple of times there was no answer. He knew Mona Lisa didn't risk going outside when the Wyverns were patrolling; which they were doing frequently throughout the night. Raphael was lucky to have made it here undetected.

Not knowing what else to do, he headed down to the docks to find Raven. Most of the dock workers turned away from him and refused to talk to him when they saw the Wyvern tattoos. Raphael's worry was turning into panic. No Mona Lisa and now no Raven. Had Wyrm found them out? If he had done something to give them away and put them in harm's way he would never forgive himself.

"You're the Wyvern mutant Raven hangs around with, ain't ya?" came a gruff voice.

Raphael turned around to find a seasoned ship captain standing behind him. His white hair poked out from underneath a weathered baseball cap. A shaggy white beard framed a thin face. Heavy winter clothes hung around a thin frame.

"I am," Raphael replied.

The man studied him for a moment. "I know Raven. Good man. Good mutant. Honorable in a world that's lacking in such things."

"Do you know where he is?" Raphael asked.

"Haven't seen 'em in a couple of days," the man answered. "Rumor 'round the docks says he finally met an untimely end."

"What do you say?" Raphael wanted to know.

The man took off his cap and ran his fingers through his hair. "Probably had to go into hiding himself," he stated. "He has the gangs and clans after 'em, ya know."

Raphael nodded. "Yeah, I do," he said. He let out a strained breath. "Well, thanks for your help, sir."

The man bowed slightly. "Any friend 'a Raven's is a friend 'a mine," he said.

Raphael smiled. He bid the captain farewell and headed back off towards the Wyvern dojo. He had hoped Raven could have shed some light on where Mona Lisa had disappeared to. But, if Raven had to go into hiding himself, there was no telling where he had ended up. Raphael took his time walking back to the dojo. His once happy mood was shot back down to where it was when he was first forced into servitude.

When he arrived back at the dojo, Raphael went straight to his cell. He sat on the bed for what seemed like an eternity; asking the same questions over and over again until he started giving himself a headache. The only people who could answer his questions were missing. He hoped and prayed that Mona Lisa and Raven were okay.

Raphael stretched out on the bed, putting his hands behind his head; eyes locked on the ceiling.

Mona...Raven...where are you?

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