Thanks for the reviews! Don't worry Molly-Grace will be seeing John soon lol Believe it or not when I was writing this part of the story I was concidering Bobby/Molly-Grace, wow that was soo long ago lol. Anyways . . .
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Bobby sat next to Sierra on the examining table, holding her hand in his for some kind of comfort. She had woken up a hour ago. Rogue was sitting in one of the chairs against the wall. She wasn't thinking about anything other than Sierra right now. Something was wrong. She had knew it since the day that she got here. She had gotten sick every morning, but had swore Rogue to silence. She had weird cravings too. How could they have not guess it before. Now it all made sense.
Sierra Allerdyce was pregnant.
Three months to be exact. That was a new one for them all. Even Storm. Bobby was stepping up here, comforting Sierra the best that he could right now. He was only 17 though! He didn't know how to comfort a pregnant 15 year old girl! Was that even possible to get pregnant at 15? Well, apparently, it is.
Sierra was even more confused. It was just once that she, you know. How could this happen? She suddenly just burst into tears. Bobby looked like a deer caught in a pair of head lights at Storm and Rogue. Rogue motions him to hold the girl. She rolls her eyes when she sees the light bulb go off in his head. Bobby hesitently puts his arms around the younger girl and rocked them back and forth. Sure, he's comforted Molly-Grace like this a dozen times these past weeks, but never in front of people. Especially in front of Rogue. He didn't want to hurt her, knowing that she could never be held like he was holding Sierra.
Sierra had fallen back a sleep in Bobby's embrace. Storm had told him to bring her up to his, and what was John's, room. Storm had said waking up to some of John's things might be good for her. Her stress level was too high to be safe for the . . . the baby. Bobby still couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that this girl, this fifth-teen year old girl, could be pregnant. He had carried the sleeping girl up to his room none the less though.
Now, here sat Rogue, alone in the kitchen. She didn't know how to handle all of this. Bobby's been comforting everyone else, even a girl that he just recently met, and not her. How was she suppose to take that? She honestly didn't know. She really wished that she could talk to her best friend about this, but Molly-Grace had enough to worry about right now.
"You seem like you're thinkin' hard? Would you like to share with the class?" Rogue looked up to see Molly-Grace standing at the entrance to the kitchen. She looked better. Her skin wasn't as pale, she looked a lot better. Molly-Grace walked inside of the kitchen and sat across the island from Rogue. This brought back memories for the two. Their first night here, the night Molly-Grace told Rogue her life story.
"Ya look better, GM." Rogue pointed out to her best friend. Molly-Grace nodded to her. She has done a lot of thinking over the last few weeks. Rogue noticed that Molly-Grace looked almost older in a way too. Not age wise, but mentally. Like she had learned and grown up a lot since the last time she had saw her.
"I've been thinking." She paused, biting her lip. "I don't need a guy to love me for me to be me. I'm stronger than that. I'm better than that. I don't need a man to fight my battles and protect me. I can do that myself, by myself." Molly-Grace told Rogue. Rogue couldn't tell is she was saying this more to herself or to her though.
"Ain't that the truth." Rogue muttered, making Molly-Grace crack a smile. Rogue could tell it was strained, but she was trying. That's all that matters right now. She was trying. Rogue knew Molly-Grace had every right to know about Sierra's pregnancy. John had been her boyfriend, had they even broken up before he left? "Sierra's three months pregnant." Rogue blurted out, catching Molly-Grace off guard. That was definably out of no where.
"Good for her." Molly-Grace said, her voice flat with no emotion in it. Rogue was taken back in surprise by this. She didn't care? Sierra was John's sister, you would think that Molly-Grace would show a little bit of emotion. Then again, these past few weeks she's been doing everything that she could to not be in the same room as Sierra.
"She not like 'em, ya know. Well, besides her temper." Rogue told her friend. She wasn't going to defend the girl, but she didn't even do anything but get hurt. When Storm had been doing her tests, and Bobby was out of the room, she had her check for any injuries. And wow did she have some. Mostly bruises and cuts on her arms and legs, places that could be covered up very easily.
"You couldn't be anymore wrong. She's exactly like him. She looks just like him, acts just like him too." She paused upon seeing Rogue's expression. She wasn't telling her something. "What aren't you telling me?" Molly-Grace asks her. Rogue bites her lip. She knows that it's not her business to tell anyone, but this was Molly-Grace we're taking about. She couldn't keep something from her. Rogue looked around the kitchen and made sure that no one was in hearing distance.
"Ah think Sierra was beaten before. Like, recently beaten. She's covered in cuts an' bruises GM. Add ta the fact that she's pregnant, she don't need someone hatin' her for somethin' her brother did." Rogue told her friend. It was true though. Sierra's already has so many people against her because of her brother's choice to betray the X-Men and to join the Brotherhood. That's what they considered him anyways, a traitor. The girl could use Molly-Grace on her side, especially right now.
"Why are you so determined to make me like her?" Molly-Grace asked Rogue. She couldn't understand why Rogue was trying to defend this girl neither of knew anything about, besides the fact that she's pregnant, abused, and abandoned, to her. Rogue wasn't trying to defend the girl, at least she didn't mean to, but that's just who she was. She knew that Sierra needed someone on her side, and so far? She's got no one. Not even her own brother.
"Ah'm not, but she's got no one GM." Rogue said to her. She knew that she was being unfair. Molly-Grace must want to be as far away from anything that reminds her of John, and here she is trying to get her to give his own sister a chance. "When John left, ya had everyone here. Ya weren't alone. But her? All she had was John, an' now he's gone. She has no one ta help her. She needs ya, GM." This made Molly-Grace snap. Where did Rogue get off telling that this girl, whom she didn't even know, needed her to . . . what? Save her from her own life?
"Why is it my job to take care of the brat? She got knocked up and kicked around a little, not my damn problem! John left her alone! Again, not my damn fucking problem! He left me, and everyone else here too!" Molly-Grace screamed at her room mate. Rogue looked away, only for a gasp to leave her lips. Molly-Grace followed her friend's gaze and she suddenly felt like the worst person in the world.
"I'm sorry that I'm such a bother to you." Sierra said, one of her hands holding onto the door to the kitchen and the other holding her stomach. Molly-Grace could see that the girl was sickly pale and look like she was about to pass out. The girls shared a quick look. Rogue had noticed this too. Hadn't Storm ordered her to bed rest? Something about her stress level or something. "I should have nev-Ahhh!" Sierra screamed as she felt a sudden pain in her stomach. Molly-Grace shot out of her seat and caught her before she hit the floor. Sierra clung onto Molly-Grace as she screams out in pain.
"Rogue! Go get help!" Molly-Grace screams to her friend. She nods and hurried to go find someone to help Sierra. This couldn't be good. Rogue could still hear Sierra's screams as she raced through out the mansion. Molly-Grace held onto Sierra's whimpering body. She didn't know what to do, but Rogue was taking too long. John would never forgive her if something happened to his sister and her baby. Why does she even care? John left her. Not the other way around.
"Please! Don't let my baby die!" Sierra's cry returned Molly-Grace to reality. She nodded, moving Sierra's bangs out of her eyes. The girl looked like a mess. Molly-Grace knew that she needed to do something. And it needed to be right now. Sierra was small, even smaller than herself, which only confused her more on how a baby could even fit in this girl. Molly-Grace shakes her head, she needed to focus. She carefully picked Sierra up and hurried to one of the elevators. How the hell is she suppose to press the damn button! She scanned the room quickly. Where the hell is everyone? Who's that? Piotr? Yes!
"Piotr!" He jumped startled, but when he sees the girl clinging to her, he rushes over to the two girls. Molly-Grace carefully shifts Sierra over to Piotr and she scrambles to press the elevator button. After what seemed forever the doors opened and the three hurried inside. Molly-Grace quickly looked over Sierra. She wasn't bleeding, thank god, so what was wrong. She kept moaning that it hurt, that something was hurting inside of her.
Could she be having a miscarriage? The elevator doors opened and the three hurried down the corridor and into the medical room. Storm and Rogue were already there. Piotr gently placed Sierra on the table and Storm quickly set up some kind of machine. She rubbed some gel stuff on Sierra and went to business.
"I told you to rest, child. You are so much like your brother, I assure you." Storm says as she takes a breath after a minute. The only sound in the room that could be heard was everyone's deep breathing and a small heart beat. The baby was okay. That received a few relieved sighs. Sierra had started crying out of joy. Molly-Grace hurried to her side and held the little girl in her arms.
How had this sudden emotion come over her? How had she gone from not caring a lick about Sierra just because she reminds her of John, to wanting to protect and hurt who ever dares to hurt her? All she knew was that John would want her to protect Sierra and her unborn child. She would have said 'screw what John would want' an hour ago, but now? She feels like she owes him this much. She hadn't gone with him, she had broke his heart just the same as he had broken her's.