Author Note: surprised to see me? Yeah, me too. It's been a while. But I've got new content for y'all and it's nasty. at least some of it. a short chapter just to get the ball rolling again, but a new chapter nonetheless. maybe this story ends up finished. who knows? only time will tell.

"Oh my god." Karl said, still staring at me. "Oh my god."

I rubbed my forehead. "Yeah, thanks for verbalizing my internal dialogue."

"It's...no. Wait." Karl looked at me, even more horrified. "You hadn't seen him in six months. Did you...?"

"Are you implying what the fuck I think you're implying?" I said, crossing my arms and glaring at Karl.

"I'm just trying to establish a timeline here." Karl said, holding his hands up. "Okay? That's it."

"There shouldn't even BE a timeline because I'm still on birth control!" I shouted, throwing my hands up.

Karl narrowed his eyes at me. "You two did the thing during a time you weren't supposed to see each other, didn't you?"

"Uh...Maybe? I mean, it was all kind of a blur, so..."

"What the hell does that even mean, Adams? Was there another time you're not telling anyone about?"

I gritted my teeth. What it meant was that I wasn't even sure the whole thing had actually happened, but it had to. Morning sickness started around...what, six weeks? Maybe? I wasn't sure, I was a combat surgeon, not a goddamn OB/GYN. That put it right around the time the thing happened.

What thing? Well, the thing where Thel had showed up in the middle of the night when he was supposed to be out fighting in a civil war, mere days after I'd dropped onto Sanghelios to help out with the medical center.

I was sleeping in my room at the medical facility on Sanghelios when my sleep was shattered by someone crashing into to my room, obliterating the door. I shot upright into a sitting position, preparing myself for the worst.

It was Thel.

He was in his full battle armor, like he had just come here straight from the battlefield, which was completely out of character for someone who literally always put fighting before his personal life.

He made a low, guttural noise in the back of his throat as he devoured me with his eyes. I, still in a position of someone who was expecting a fight, stared at him in shock as he started to rip the armor off the lower half of his body, throwing it aside, until he stood in front of my bed wearing nothing on his lower half.

He was hard. He was so hard I could see the blood pulsing through every vein of his huge, thick cock.

I knew what he wanted, and far be it from me to refuse, but the sight of him so visibly wild with lust sent a brief jolt of fear through me.

I was dressed in my usual sleepwear of a T-shirt and underwear. Pushing the blankets off me, I moved to the edge of the bed and ripped my underwear off, then started to open my legs in preparation for what he was undoubtedly intending to do to me.

He reached me in two steps and it was then I noticed his armor was covered in blood. It was fresh, still dripping down into the grooves of his ornate breastplate. I reached out to see if he was hurt, but before I could touch him, he seized both of my wrists in a painfully hard grip, pushed my arms over my head and my body back against the bed. He followed my movement with his own body, leaning over me. He didn't release my wrists, holding me helpless as he pinned my body with his. He didn't seem to even notice my shirt, as he looked at himself and reached down with his free hand. I felt said hand brush my intimate area as he fumbled for a moment, then I felt him start to push himself inside me.

His cock was massive, and it usually took a considerable amount of time for him to fully put the entire thing inside me without pain.

This time, he didn't care if it hurt me, judging by the way he mercilessly forced himself inside me as he held me down, acting on some primal instinct that I had never seen possess him before.

I couldn't stop the cry that escaped me as I felt the hot, searing pain of his forceful thrusts along with waves of intense pleasure said thrusts sent through my body.

His grip on my wrists tightened, and he pushed his torso into my with more force as he finally slid the entire length of himself inside me. He wasn't looking at me, his face instead pressed against the side of my neck, and I knew he was breathing the scent of my skin, the scent that seemed to heighten the rage of his arousal. He smelled of dirt, of blood, of war, of something intensely masculine which heightened my own arousal and my hips rose involuntarily to meet his with each deep stroke.

He fucked me harder than he ever had before, driving into me with a force that was pure primal dominance, possessed by base instincts of masculine lust.

The fire inside my abdomen started to build, started to burn hotter as he fucked me in a way that was almost animalistic. I closed my eyes, arched my back, pushed my hips up, digging my nails into the cold, hard armor plates that covered his back, desperately trying to find the angle I needed to achieve my climax. I was so close, I was right there on the edge, just a few more moments.

He pulled out of me, quickly, suddenly, mid-thrust. My eyes flew open and I stared at him in dismay, irritation and confusion. He still didn't look at me, not once. He was looking past me, towards the headboard, and I soon found out why.

He picked up my entire body in his arms and threw me backwards, farther onto the bed, following the movement of my body and positioning himself on his knees above me. Then he grabbed me again, turned me over into my hands and knees, pushed my knees apart with his leg and shoved my torso down onto the bed, my breasts pushed up against the mattress. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, forcing my head up, putting me in a position where I was both spread for him like an offering ready for the taking and something completely subdued for him to use me for whatever he wanted.

My back was arched, my ass pushed up into the air, my head tilted up and backwards and as he tightened his restraining grip on my hair, he positioned his free hand against my lower back.

I felt him align his cock against my wet entrance, and he rubbed the tip briefly against me before driving his thick, hard member back into me again, his girth completely filling every inch of me. He'd never taken me this way, never put me in this position before.

He began to thrust forcefully into me, going faster, harder, leaning over me onto his elbow, covering my body with his to allow him to penetrate me even more deeply, the cold metal of his armor plate pressing into my back.

My most intimate area burned with mounting desire for the the release I wanted so desperately for him to give me. He never slowed, never stopped, never lessened his restraining grip on my hair.

I came, hard, my lower body contracting, muscles spasming around the hard cock inside me, my back arching harder, a desperate whimper finding its way out of my mouth.

I heard him give a deep, infuriated roar as he released his grip on my hair and punched the headboard of the bed, his cock pulsing inside me as he fought to keep himself from climaxing with me.

He somehow succeeded, and roughly grabbed my body once again, turning me over onto my back once more, somehow managing to keep himself inside me as he did so.

He pushed both my legs up over his shoulders and I shivered from the sensation the feeling of cold metal on the back of my legs caused. He positioned himself over me, touched his forehead to mine, and fucked me violently, savagely, one hand tangling in my hair, the other gripping my neck, putting just enough pressure that I felt my pussy tighten around his thick cock.

And then, another orgasm, this one more intense, hotter, almost painful. My hands frantically gripped the bedsheets, then his forearms, digging my nails in.

He made an animalistic noise of passion as he exploded into orgasm, and I felt his cock spasm as he erupted inside of me releasing spurt after spurt of thick, hot cum deep inside of my womb, so much that the spatter of warmth began to leak out of me and drip down my body.

He pulled himself out of me, ducked out from under my legs and took a step back to drink in the sight of my body shaking from the intensity of the orgasm he had given me, the way my chest heaved as I gasped for air, the sight of his seed dripping out of me.

Then he threw on his armor and left without even so much as a glance backwards. I'd have thought the entire encounter a fevered dream, if not for the broken door, the blood from his armor smeared all over my shirt and the bedsheets, and the splintered hole in the headboard showing proof of what had happened.

He never mentioned it, not the entire time I'd seen him a few days ago. I sure as hell wasn't going to bring it up. I'm not the one who ended up breaking through someone's door and fucking the hell out of them, leaving someone's blood everywhere and then leaving without saying absolutely nothing. Why should I be the one to bring it up? Nah. That was on him. And since he didn't say anything about it, I didn't either. But looks like it was going to have to get brough up now, wasn't it?

I coughed awkwardly before answering Karl's question. "I mean, yeah, there was another time it could have happened."

Karl narrowed his eyes at me and studied me for a couple seconds. "It was nasty, wasn't it?"

"No!"

Karl narrowed his eyes into slits.

I sighed. "Yeah. Maybe."

"Like, how nasty? Regular nasty or 'choke me daddy' kind of nasty?"

"Oh my fucking god Karl, I'm not going to give you the play by play of how this thing was given both life and the misfortune of ending up inside my reproductive organ!"

Karl seemed to be hit by something else. "Oh my god." He reached out and grabbed my forearms. "Kasey, you got shitfaced!" He shook me. "You've killed your baby with fetal alcohol syndrome!"

I slapped his hands away. "Fucking hell, Karl. One, it's not like I knew. Two, the timing means the placenta isn't even a thing yet so the kid should be fine!" I reconsidered. "Well, it'll be fine until it comes out and I have to start parenting it."

Karl folded his arms. "And there's another problem."

"My parenting?"

He gave me a look. "No, just parenting in general. Neither you or Thel are exactly the 'stay at home and raise a kid' thing, and Sangheili dads aren't even supposed to know who their kids are."

"Oh, you're right. Better not say anything to him. I'll just give birth, hand the kid to my mom and deny it ever belonged to me in the first place."

"That's the worst option you could ever go for. Look how you turned out!"

"Excuse you!"

"I'm just saying."

I jabbed a finger at him. "Maybe I'll just hand it over to you and your precious captain when you inevitably end up wed and wanting children."

"Oh, yeah, great idea. Go tell Lasky he's getting married and as a gift, you're going to hand him your little 3/4 Sangheili fuck trophy." Karl snorted.

"Fuck trophy. Oh, okay. That's what we're calling it? We're calling it a fuck trophy?"

Karl opened his mouth to retort, then apparently thought of something. "Dude. How long do Sangheili take to give birth?"

"I don't fucking know, Karl. A thousand years? Who even cares?" I said, exasperated.

"Well, I'm just asking if you're going to be pregnant for like, two years and then give birth to a fifteen pound Sangheili thing." Karl gestured at me. "You know, because that would be terrible."

I cringed. "Yeah, no. If it's more than nine pounds, I'm out."

Now it was Karl who looked exasperated. "Out? How do you get out of your own pregnancy?"

"I'll just cut my body open and have you rip it out. Call in that favor you owe me."

"You know, when you said I owed you a favor, I thought it would be something like lying for you, getting you something illegal or maybe busting you out of jail, not ripping a mutant baby from your body!" Karl practically yelled.

"That sounds like a personal problem." I said, jabbing my finger at him again.

"Besides, I think we're already square on the whole favor thing since I'm lying out my ass for you." Karl snorted.

"That's fair. Maybe I'll call in the favor my mother owes me instead."

"That's a worse idea, she'll just tell you to suck it up and save the favor for something worthwhile."

"Equally fair." I sighed. "If only I'd known about this before I tried that dumb treason thing. This pregnancy would've been enough distraction for UNSC brass in itself."

"What do you mean?" Karl asked, frowning.

"Think about it. A whole ass Kaidon who happens to be the main liason between humanity and the Sangheili got the child of a human diplomat to Sanghelios pregnant. Think of the scandal." I sighed again.

"Well, at least once this is over you can keep the distraction going so the Master Chief and Vale can do whatever they need to." Karl said, shrugging.

"That's a good point. Now I just need to get out of this situation and face the music so I can focus on the issue at hand. The real issue." I sighed a third time. "This probably won't end well for me."

"What are they going to do? Dishonorably discharge you? For being stupid? Everyone expects that. As long as it's a poor decision making stupidity and not a treason stupidity, I think you'll be fine." Karl reassured me.

"I hope so." I said, as we made our way back down the stairs.

Down there, we found a flurry of activity. "What's going on?" I asked Beverly.

"Oh, Danny's taking Mr. Lasky here to the hospital we own. So he can get his leg treated. It's really not good for a plasma wound to sit around without being treated."

"It's really not." I agreed. "But better than an actual bullet wound, which is why I used a plasma gun."

"Right, I forgot you shot him. I'm still not sure why." Beverly said, frowning.

"It was a bit of an accident. I got carried away." I muttered.

"We all do, sometimes. Especially with pregnancy brain."

"No, I think this was just regular old brain, unfortunately." I muttered again.

"You should go with them." Beverly said, softly. "We did hear all the yelling, so everyone here knows. You should go with them and get a proper test done so you can see how far along you are and make sure everything is good."

I sighed. "That's probably a good idea."

Danny looked at me as he helped Lasky out the door. "You coming?"

"Yeah." I said, glancing over at Christy and Karl. "Y'all want to come too? I could use some moral support."

"We're definitely coming." Christy said. "Plus, we kinda wanna make sure Lasky turns out okay."

"Yeah, that too." Karl said, blushing a little bit.

"Nice to know I'm an afterthought." Lasky muttered.

"I'm sorry about the leg! How many times do I have to apologize?" I said, exasperated.

"Until I feel like you're sorry enough." Lasky retorted. "I get you have bigger problems now, but still. It soothes the pain to hear you apologize profusely."

"Well, then, I'm sorry. Is that good?"

"I'm starting to feel better already."

We made our way down a few blocks to a large hospital. I glanced nervously at it. Would anyone be there asking questions?

It was like Danny read my mind. "Don't worry about anyone asking questions. They won't. Especially if you're here with me."

"How do you know?" I asked.

"My family owns this hospital. When you're smuggling explosives, sometimes accidents happen and you need a hospital that won't ask and won't tell. So we bought the hospital. Everything will be fine."

I glanced up at the crisp white building again. "I sure hope so."