Well, I admit that the previous chapter was designed to throw you all for a loop… But we're getting "back to normal" now…
Because in this chapter Robin gets some "wonderful" news dumped on his head.
This chapter is dedicated to Seductive Angel, as today, Thursday 24th August, is her birthday! A very happy birthday to you!
And to everyone else who reviewed: Heathen Requiem (I am glad you like this so much and find it inspiring!); Quinn and His Quill (what would I do without you correcting me at every turn? Well, perhaps I wouldn't feel like such a failure… Watch your mouth, or I'll hex you! And although I believe that you are somehow trying to trick me into giving something away, I don't believe I said anywhere that the baby was a girl… Oh, and Charon is doing what I refer to as "A Frodo" – it means he keeps almost-but-not-quite-dying. Robin also pulls a lot of these, particularly in Remember the Titans…); Raven Victoria Grayson (yes, Cordelia Silver – a character who creates questions rather than answering them…); Me (Seth more powerful than Trigon? That's an answer you will have to wait for… The "A"? you are right, my friend!); Crazy Insomniac (gotta love the Robin-torture-factor… And yes! You were right, and the only person who guessed so!); YamiTai (oh, there's always something wrong with Robin… that hypochondriac… Um, well, I kinda imagined Cordelia to look like Kikyo but I guess she kinda does act a little like her… the dead version, anyway…); Kami Elf (the reviewer who cited Robin as a "SUPERWHORE" would be Quinn and His Quill, and he is right, of course. I am notorious for calling poor Robin a slut… Well, there won't be any more of Robin getting beaten up in Black Magic, but stick around for Remember the Titans for a "Robin Near-Slaughterfest"… I think you will enjoy it…); Aaml4everFC (nice to have you along! I am glad you like it so much and thankyou very much for the compliments! Hope to hear from you again!); Simmie (thankyou for all the reviews! Another new reader/reviewer – I seem to be picking up a lot of you guys lately and I am so happy!I am glad you watched Coolteenzz's Black Magic/Ghost Love Score video – it's awesome, isn't it? And what does Seth want with Raven? You will find out soon enough…); Narroch06 (aw, yeah, the Raven/Arella relationship… There probably are already fics of that nature on the site if you type their names into the character filter. Nice try, though… ;) Oh, and Cordelia… as above, she doesn't answer any questions, does she? And everything is pie with you… you're like Cyborg…); Rocky-White Wolf of Curses (I don't know why the dividing lines are busted either… it's weird… Hope your co-writing with your friend goes well!); Kougraness (yes no Titans East for you, I'm afraid, although Speedy will eventually put in an appearance… That's Season Two for ya…); and everyone else who will no doubt turn up eventually: Poison's Ivy, Seductive Angel, Azar the Kinslayer, Peace 215, Daybreak25, Phoenix Skyborne, Coolteenzz, BeautifulNightmare16, TheLon3Wolf8986, everyone else…
You're all around here somewhere…
For Seductive Angel; happy birthday!
Telling Robin
Raven sat on the edge of her bed, with only a single thick candle at her bedside giving dim, flickering light to the room. It was very late, and she was in her nightgown and black satin bathrobe, but despite the heat of the night, she was shivering.
She had been sick three more times that day, after arriving back at Titans Tower that morning with the others in tow, and as upset about Jonathon Vaughan as she was, she doubted that it was the senator's brutal murder that was doing this to her. Robin had been stalking her all day asking if she was alright, and eventually she had taken the kamikaze way out by asking Starfire if she wanted to go to the mall. Understandably he hadn't followed.
But it wasn't just an excuse to escape Robin; after all, she could have gone anywhere to get away from him, like her favourite café. But his words kept coming back to her, his apology that he had done this to her; she was starting to think he had. But it wasn't anything demonic she was worried about; what she suspected was something that Robin had done himself, without any kind of demonic influence.
The same thing any boy could do to her.
And the dream… his vision… They echoed in her mind, despite her trying to shut them out, until she began to grow really afraid. In his mind she had seen herself pregnant – and then the same thing had shown up in her own dream. And although she had maybe dismissed those things then as being symbolic of change and prophecy…
She was beginning to think that maybe there was some truth to it.
And, scared as she was, she simply had to know.
So she had traipsed to the mall with Starfire, left the alien girl browsing in her favourite pink-and-fluffy store and sneaked off to the drugstore to make her purchase; the evil look from beneath the hood had been enough to give the checkout girl second thoughts about asking questions. Then she had found Starfire again, acted as though nothing had happened – in fact the Tamaranean girl hadn't noticed her telekinetic friend's absence – and returned home to shove the thing into her drawer where she could forget about it until that night. Better to do it when everyone else was asleep, including Robin…
She couldn't bring herself to look at it, having now done it. Truthfully she was too scared to; she didn't know why. Why should she be scared? Because… she knew already. She didn't know how, but somehow she just knew. She didn't need to look at the little test clutched in her shaking fingers. Not that she could bring herself to…
She needed to talk to Robin anyway. There were still things they needed to discuss; moreover, what the hell was going on. It was times like these that she was infinitely glad to be friends with him; he said and did dumb things sometimes, but when it came right down to it, he was smart and level-headed – a true detective at heart, and trained by the best in that field. She needed to run over things with him, the way that she and her mother had done with Marcus Vandiver that morning. And those things went as; the Vice-Head Senator was Vice-Head no more. He was overall Head Senator now, with Raven's own mother, Arella, filling his previous place as Vice-Head.
Why?
Because Seth had done a bunk. Marcus and the other senators were all back to normal, free of whatever influence Seth had had over them. And Seth himself had cleared right out of Azarath; there was absolutely no trace of him anywhere throughout the whole of Azarath. He'd killed Jonathon, attacked Arella and fled. Raven knew that entire Senate, even without Jonathon, was formidable, and in a face-off Seth would definitely come off the worst, but it didn't seem like Seth's style – he was very upfront about things – and running away had surprised them all.
But it was true – Seth Elliott was gone.
He was up to something big, and he hadn't upped and left because he thought he'd make life easy for the Senate and the Teen Titans while they sorted out the prophecy and Jonathon's murder. Maybe what Seth was planning had something to do with the prophecy and the Orb of Azarath, maybe it didn't, but one thing was for sure; the Azarathian Senate hadn't heard the last of Seth Elliott, and neither had the Teen Titans.
Raven looked up at the ceiling, running her fingers over the long, thin plastic test, willing herself to look at it. She already knew what it said, but still she couldn't look at it. Maybe it was something to do with being telepathic, but she could almost feel it, sense it within her.
She threw the test to the floor and sighed, flopping back onto her made bed and closing her violet eyes. She didn't need to look at it, because she knew. She had never, ever thought that this would happen to her, and after what had happened to her mother, only seventeen years old herself, she had vowed it wouldn't happen to her.
But it had.
She was pregnant.
She didn't know if it was anger or despair or what, but she couldn't seem to comprehend it. It didn't seem real, but she knew it was, and she knew how it had happened. She knew the very second it had happened, because it had hurt her, and now she knew that it hadn't been him that had hurt her; it had been her own demonic half responding to Robin's climax, because Robin, despite having been possessed by a demonic being at the time, was still human, while she was only half human.
So what would that make their child? A quarter demon? Or… three quarters, if his demonic possession counted. Would that make a difference? Had he impregnated her with… with some kind of monster?
The thought made her feel weak inside, but not just the thought of carrying some half-breed monster; it was the thought that she was carrying anything at all. But she was; she was carrying Dick Grayson's child, even though it was far from obvious.
Yet.
The dream. The vision… Did that mean everything else was going to come true as well?
Other panicky thoughts buzzed like angry hornets in her head too. What was she going to do? Should they tell the others? And even if they did, how would they keep it a secret from the outside world? If the newspapers found out she was pregnant they'd have a field day, because she was only 16 and because the Teen Titans were supposed to be clean goody-two-shoes teenaged superheroes and because of all people, it was Robin's baby she was carrying, and "oh dear me, I never would have thought it of Batman's sidekick…" and then the Gotham papers would jump on the bandwagon and Robin's daring, righteous reputation would be annihilated and as Batman's ex-sidekick and leader of the Teen Titans probably all young superheroes would get tarred with the same brush because if Batman's well-behaved partner can't keep his pants on for five minutes, the rest of them can't be any better, and if Bruce found out then he would kill Robin, and then her baby would be fatherless…
There wasn't any way she could hide it. It wouldn't show for the first three or four months, but after that…
A worse thought crossed her mind. What if Robin didn't want to know? What if he wanted her to get rid of it? Or what if she refused, and he kicked her out of the team?
No, she knew she was being silly; Robin, for all his faults, wasn't like that. He might not welcome the news, but he was responsible enough to realise that it wasn't just going to go away if he ignored it, and likewise he wouldn't kick her out when it was sort of his fault in the first place. But still, it worried her. It was his child she carried, true, but he could not possibly feel the same way about it as she did. Even as she was struggling to comprehend it, she still felt an overwhelming surge of protectiveness towards it. It was her baby too, and it was inside her, and she knew within her heart that she could never even consider an abortion. If her mother, Arella, had given birth to her, the product of rape by the demon Trigon, then surely she could have this baby, the child of Robin, her friend… And at least this baby would be loved, not brought up under the strict supervision of the Azarathian Senate, prohibited to be loved or even touched by its own mother…
Yes, she wanted it. But she still didn't know what she was going to do about it.
She supposed the first thing to do would be to tell Robin. She didn't know how he was going to take it, but she figured the sooner she told him the better, and seeing as the others were asleep, she should probably wake him and tell him now, so that there was no danger of being overheard.
She sat up, shook her head, then got to her feet and made for the door. She slipped out into the dark corridor and levitated across the hallway to Robin closed metal panel. She entered the way she entered all of his rooms; sinking through the door. She landed and tugged the cord of her silk robe a little tighter, the gesture giving her some kind of comfort.
She couldn't see too much, so used her telekinesis to flick on the lamp on his desk. It lit up the room dully as she crossed the cold metal floor to his bed at the far end of the plain room. It was still looking worse for wear from his temper tantrum last week following the incident at Arkham Asylum when he had trashed it in a fit of rage. But she ignored the surroundings, the metal walls now looking strange without all of the newspaper cuttings plastered on them, making for his bed.
She found him curled up with his back to her, sleeping soundly and clutching at his pillow with one hand. It was a hot night and in truth she had expected him to be topless, but strangely he was in winter pyjamas; long-sleeved, made of a grey sweatshirt material with a single black stripe down each of the arms and legs.
The Blood Diamond was still around his neck.
And poking from beneath the cuff of his left sleeve, she saw a plaster on his wrist.
He knew nothing of either his own "dream"; or of hers.
She decided to keep that part to herself for now, until she was quite sure of its meaning.
He looked so peaceful, but that didn't deter her from roughly shaking him awake; why should he sleep so carelessly when he was the one who had gotten her pregnant?…
"Just five more minutes, Alfred…" he murmured half-consciously, shrugging her off without opening his masked eyes. She tried again, harder, and he grudgingly opened his eyes and sat up.
"I've had a hard night fighting crime, Alfred…" he said grouchily, still clearly not entirely awake.
"No you haven't," Raven corrected him snippily. "You went to bed an hour ago after playing Twister with Cyborg and kicking his butt, and I've got to agree with him, Mr Former-Acrobat; it wasn't a fair game."
"Raven?" He asked, looking at her as though he thought he was still dreaming.
"Nice to see you're pleased to see me," Raven replied sarcastically. "Don't bust a gut or anything."
He scratched his messy dark hair sleepily.
"What do you want?" He questioned, shaking his head to try and wake himself up.
"You said we needed to talk, and we do."
Robin groaned and flopped back onto his mattress.
"You've been avoiding me all day when you could have been talking to me, because I wasn't exactly doing anything-"
"Except for stalking me."
"Because you were avoiding me. And now you want to talk, when I'm trying to sleep!"
"You were sleeping on the couch earlier; don't look at me like that, Robin. I saw you."
"I wasn't sleeping!" Robin said indignantly, now fully awake.
"Oh, right, you were just curled up in the corner of the couch snoring for the fun of it."
"I wasn't snoring!"
"But you were asleep?"
"I… well. Maybe. For five minutes. Maybe ten, but no more."
"Hmm." Raven eyed him sceptically, taking in his defiant expression, his ruffled hair and creased pyjamas. A typical 16 year old boy, and yet the father of her child.
Still, better Robin than Beast Boy. At least Robin's child would be intelligent; Beast Boy's would probably inherit its father's "sense of humour"…
"What do you want to talk about?" He asked, sitting up again and smoothing his hair.
"Well… you know… things," Raven said hopelessly.
"Things," Robin repeated flatly. "Well, what kind of things would you like to talk about? Seth Elliott? Jonathon's murder? How Marcus managed to get promoted to Head Senator? Or perhaps the prophecy? We-"
"Robin, can we go downstairs?" Raven interrupted him softly. He blinked, the shrugged.
"Sure, if you want to."
"I do."
"Where do you want to go? The kitchen?"
"I… yes, alright."
She straightened up and he kicked off his covers and swung his legs over the edge of his mattress. He got up and followed her to the panel, sliding it back to exit instead of sinking through it as she did. She led the way down through the dark tower to the kitchen, flicking on the light as she entered. He shielded his masked eyes from the unwelcome bright light as he followed her and sat down at the kitchen table opposite her.
Silence.
"So…" Robin clasped his hands together on the table's surface, but didn't say anything else.
Raven raised her eyebrows at him.
"Uhh… so, where do you want to start?" Robin ventured after studying her for a few seconds. "Jonathon?"
Relieved, Raven nodded, thinking she could build up to springing on him that hey, guess what; he was going to be a daddy, and Brucie was going to be a grandfather.
"They're going to bury him," she said.
"Where?"
"In the Senate House grounds."
"Are you going to go back for the funeral?"
Raven nodded, looking fixedly at him.
"You're welcome to come if you want to," she offered.
He shrugged, his expression sad.
"Don't like funerals much."
His parents, of course…
"Well, don't feel… you know, that you have to, if it's going to upset you," Raven said.
He shrugged again, not speaking.
"Robin, I…"
He looked up again.
"What?"
"About Seth… disappearing…"
"What about it?"
Raven gave a sort of hopeless half-shrug.
Robin leaned back in his chair, tipping his head right back and looking at the ceiling.
"Robin?"
He didn't answer, but sat up straight again at the sound of his name.
"What do you think… that means?" Raven went on, desperate for him to say something.
He gazed at her for a very long time, his expression difficult to read.
"I don't know," he answered finally. "He's up to something, but I don't know what…"
"Oh." Raven rested her head on one hand, looking at him through hooded eyes. "Right. Well done."
"Raven, I don't know everything," Robin reasoned tonelessly. "I don't know what makes you think I do."
"Because you're such an infuriating know-it-all most of the time," Raven informed him innocently.
He leaned back again, folding his arms.
"Well, maybe. The point is, I don't have a clue what Seth is up to, and neither do you, and neither does the Azarathian Senate, so he's probably got us all right where he wants us."
"Again with the morbid, Wonder Boy."
"It's a pretty morbid situation, Raven."
She could hardly contradict him there, because he was right.
"So… we let him get away with whatever he's up to?"
"By default," Robin agreed flatly.
"That's not a very good outlook coming from the leader of the Teen Titans."
"I'm not leader anymore. Cyborg is."
Raven blinked.
"It's official?" She asked. "When did you discuss it?"
"This afternoon, after you and Star went to the mall. He wasn't happy, but he agreed to take over until I want the position back."
"And do you intend to take it back?"
"No."
Raven stared at him.
"Robin, what is the matter with you lately?" She asked, genuinely perplexed. "I don't get you. You wouldn't help out all last week because you were sulking, and now you've thrown another tantrum and say you want to quit-"
"That was extreme, I admit. I'm not quitting. Well, not yet. I've got some things to get to the bottom of first. After that I might bail out, I don't know… The point is I don't want the responsibility of leader on top of everything else I'm trying to handle. I have to stop Slade, and I'm not going to be around an awful lot because I'll be working leads and stuff, and I can't afford to have the team falling apart, so I put Cy in charge. Don't worry; I know he'll do as good a job as I did, probably better."
"I don't doubt Cyborg," Raven replied levelly. "I'm doubting you. I don't think you've thought this through, Robin."
"Beast Boy said that too, but trust me, Raven; I have."
Ok, so he probably had; she had to admit that he was speaking sense. If he was going to be busy, it was better to let Cyborg run things. No, what set off the alarm bells in her head was what he had said so casually; after he sorted out the prophecy case and whatever else, he might bail out…
Which meant he would leave.
For good.
And she was pregnant with his child.
Would he still go, even in the knowledge of that?…
"Robin, you can't quit," Raven said desperately.
"Whoa, Raven," he said quickly, putting up both of his hands. "I haven't quit yet; I just resigned being leader. For now just think of me as one of the team."
"But…" Raven floundered, wanting to just say it straight out; "I'm pregnant, Robin; I'm carrying your child".
But she couldn't. She just couldn't say it.
His masked eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she trailed off helplessly.
"Raven, I get the feeling there was something else you wanted to talk about," he convicted, sounding a little more accusing than he had intended.
Yes, there is; you got me pregnant, you moron!
Raven merely blinked at him and said nothing.
"Well?" He drummed his fingers on the tabletop impatiently.
"Robin, don't."
He stopped but continued to watch her intently, making her feel uncomfortable.
She wished she hadn't woken him up now; this was the worst position she had ever been in, just sitting in the silent kitchen with him gazing at her, waiting for her to say the words that were going to shatter his world…
Stall him. She had to stall him somehow…
"Do you want a cup of coffee?" She asked abruptly, getting to her feet.
The question caught him off-guard.
"Oh… well, ok…"
He caught on as she flounced away towards the fridge to get the milk and stood up.
"Nice try, Raven," he muttered, going after her. He stood behind her as she collected two mugs from the sideboard, frightening her as she turned around and making her lose her grip on the mug in her right hand. He whipped out a hand and caught it effortlessly, handing it back to her silently. She flashed him a weak smile and tried to get past him, but he wouldn't get out of the way.
"Robin, move," Raven said irritably.
"Not until you tell me what you woke me up for," Robin countered.
"I did."
"No you didn't." Robin's eyes narrowed. "There's something else, Raven; I know there is."
"Some kind of mind-reader now, are you?" Raven asked waspishly, jostling him out of the way.
"Raven, what are you afraid of?" Robin asked in exasperation, following her.
"Nothing," Raven replied airily, making a show of spooning coffee granules into one of the mugs and adding milk.
"There's something up," Robin reasoned, coming up behind her.
"What makes you think that?" Raven went on in that light tone, filling the kettle and switching it to boil.
"Because you have never offered to make me a cup of coffee before."
"What, aren't I allowed to be nice to you?" Raven snapped.
"Why do you have any reason to be nice to me? You're usually gunning for me and telling me I'm arrogant and big-headed and that my brain is in my pants instead of my head. 'Course you say that to Cy and B.B too, but the point is that I can't help but be suspicious that you're making me a cup of coffee. What are you putting in it, ground glass?"
"You wonder why I'm constantly gunning for you when you're so obnoxious!" Raven asked in disbelief.
"What I'm saying, Raven," Robin said patiently, "is why then, if I'm so obnoxious and arrogant and detestable, are you being nice to me? And at this time of night? I doubt you woke me up just so you could make me a cup of coffee and give me a shoulder rub."
"Who said anything about a shoulder rub, Wonder Boy?" Raven asked acidly, not looking at him as she set about making herself a cup of herbal tea.
"No-one, but that's what I'm saying," Robin pointed out. "You brought me down here to tell me something – something that I'm not going to like – and now you're trying to distract me."
"Nice work, Sherlock."
He folded his arms impatiently, not taking the bait.
"This is the part where you say "It was elementary, my dear Watson,"," Raven prompted him, turning around and handing him his mug of hot coffee.
"No, this is the part where you tell me what the hell is going on," Robin corrected coldly, taking it from her with both hands.
"Hmm." She turned away from him to sort out her tea.
"Raven, I'm serious!" Robin said irritably from behind her.
"I know you are."
"Then stop fucking around with me!" Robin snapped, losing his temper and slamming down his full cup of coffee onto the kitchen table, where the hot liquid overflowed onto his wrist.
Raven jumped at his use of the expletive, but at the same time thinking it was an unfortunate context of the word. After all, she had "fucked" around with him, which was the whole reason she was even in this dilemma…
"Robin, stop it," she said calmly, turning around to face him.
"No, you stop it!" Robin spat, grasping her wrists. "Tell me what is going on, right now!"
She tried to pull her wrists from his strong grip.
"Robin, let go…"
"Raven, this isn't funny. Quit trying to distract me."
"I'm not-"
"You are!"
She looked at him for a very long time, the silence eating away at them both. His eyebrows were knitted into a scowl and he wasn't smiling, but rather glaring at her through narrowed eyes, waiting for her to speak.
Waiting…
She didn't know how much time had ticked by when she finally blurted it out;
"I'm pregnant."
He blinked and she felt his grip on her wrists slack and loosen.
"What?" He whispered finally.
She looked away, then back at him again.
"You heard me," she said quietly.
"Say it again," Robin told her weakly.
"I'm pregnant. I'm carrying your child."
"Oh."
For a brief second she though he was going to laugh, and indeed, a trace of a smile flickered across his face, but then he let her go completely and sank into a chair at the kitchen table. She watched him put his head in his hands for a few moments; then he looked back up at her.
"Bruce is going to kill me," he said, his voice expressionless.
Raven nodded briefly.
"Yes, I had thought of that…"
He breathed out heavily and studied the kitchen floor. After a long while he looked up at her again.
"You're sure it's mine?"
Raven stared at him in disbelief.
"Of course it's yours!" She said indignantly. "Who else's would it be? What do you think I am, some kind of-"
"Alright, it's mine," Robin interrupted hastily. "I was just checking…"
"Checking to see if it was your problem or not," Raven finished nastily.
He blinked.
"No," he said, annoyed. "It wouldn't matter if it was mine or not. I just thought there might have been a possibility that… well, maybe…"
"Maybe what?" Raven asked dangerously.
"Well…" Robin shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "We were in Azarath for a few days… I thought… maybe…"
"One of the senators," Raven finished heavily.
"Well, not necessarily a senator. But yeah, along those lines…"
"Rest assured. I'm not even supposed to know what happiness feels like, never mind-"
"Yeah, yeah," Robin interrupted. "We all know what happened. I knocked you up…"
Raven wrinkled her nose.
"Not how I would have put it, but you're right."
"For once I wish I wasn't," Robin said moodily.
Raven shrugged.
"Well, you are. You're going to be a dad."
He looked at her mournfully.
"I don't want to be a dad."
"Tough. You should have thought of that before you got out of your pants."
"I wasn't wearing pants," Robin reminded her irritably. "And I didn't exactly force you. I…"
He trailed off and was quiet, putting himself into remission as the idea of rape made him think of Slade and Arkham Asylum. Raven didn't push him, but leaned against the sideboard, watching him. She actually felt much better for telling him; now it was his problem too.
"Did you do a test?" Robin suddenly asked, the question taking her by surprise.
"Well, I… I bought one at the mall today," she said truthfully.
"But did you do it?" Robin pressed.
Raven nodded.
"And what did it say?"
"I… well, I didn't look at it," Raven admitted. "I was too scared to…"
At once Robin's dejected bearing brightened and he sat up, smiling.
"Then we're getting ahead of ourselves!" He said happily, obvious relief sounding in his voice. "You don't know for sure that you are pregnant!"
"Robin, I know I am-" Raven started.
"No you don't," Robin interrupted. "Not until you've seen the test."
She sighed as she looked at him; he was standing up again, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet in almost… well, excitement. She was pregnant; she knew it. She could sense the baby inside her womb, even though it hadn't even begun to take proper shape. But Robin was male, and he wasn't telepathic as she was; he simply didn't understand.
"Go and get the test, Raven," Robin told her, pointing at the kitchen door. "And we'll look at it and we'll see if we have anything to worry about."
She sighed in resignation; if she refused he would go and get it himself, and she didn't want him nosing through her room upending all of her things.
"Alright, just stay there," she said heavily. "I won't be a minute." She left the kitchen, leaving him standing in the middle of the room feeling stupid.
He was kidding himself; he knew he was. Throughout his worrying about her, the thought that he could have gotten her pregnant had constantly been at the back of his mind. And she might not have looked at the test, but this was Raven; she was always right about this kind of thing. She could probably sense the new life beginning inside her, and while he was trying to rely on science to pull through for him, he knew that it was better to go on Raven's premonitions. And, thinking about it, for her to be pregnant made sense; she kept being sick, and the very second she had gone loopy on him had been when he had climaxed, pinpointing the very moment he had impregnated her.
So, yes; logical detective that he was, he too knew that he had gotten Raven pregnant.
Somehow, like Raven herself, he just knew…
And he knew that it was a really, really bad thing.
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Well, they finally know they're going to be parents! That's a good thing… right?
Anyway, we are on the last leg of Black Magic now; and then it's on to Remember the Titans!
Come on, everyone! This is an all-over victory! Let's hit 400 reviews before we're finished here! We're on 365 so far – just 35 to go!
And one last time – happy birthday to Seductive Angel!
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