Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the movie or the comic, I am merely barrowing them. All of this belongs to Stan Lee, Marvel Comics etc. . Please don't sue me! I'm just a lonely high school student with no money, making up stories for my own pleasure!!

Author's note: Hey, everyone! Saw the movie May 18. ABSOLUTELY loved it!!! Anyways, I couldn't stand seeing MJ and Peter apart and I want her to know the truth so badly. So, to spice things up, I got to wondering.what if MJ and Spiderman had a one-night stand, and as a result of that, Mary Jane got pregnant? How will Peter handle this? Can he stay friends with the soon-to- be mother of his child? How much longer will he be able to keep the truth from MJ??

Author's note #2: Thoughts from the characters will be noted in * asterisks * and flashbacks will also be noted. Almost forgot to mention that!

Rating: PG-13/R, for language and sensual descriptions, depending on what chapter you're in.

One Night.

Chapter 1

The blood red sun was slowly giving up its reign of the sky to the pallid moon and the rest of the oncoming night and was beginning to settle down in the horizon over the city as Mary Jane Watson warily exited the elevator, put her apartment key into the lock and let herself into her home sweet home of an apartment. * God, that's the last time I let Sara talk me into covering her shift and I end up doing a double shift in one night. * She thought warily.

Once inside, she shuffled into the living room, where she tossed her purse and her coat on one of the couches, and continued on into the tiny kitchen as she flipped through the mail she picked up on her way in. "Bill, bill, junk mail, bill, magazine and oh! Another bill. Great, nothing I can't put off until tomorrow." Mary Jane muttered as she dropped the pile of mail on the kitchen counter. Raking her fingers through her hair, she turned and opened the fridge, looking for something to drink. She pulled out a can of Pepsi, popped the top and took a long drink. * Ahhh, that feels good. *

As she turned around from the fridge, the little red glow from the answering machine caught her eye. * Look, a sign that I have a semi- existing life outside of work. Who knows, maybe even Peter called. * She leaned against the counter and pushed the button to listen. The first message was a callback for an audition, which was good to hear. * One step closer to Broadway. Yay! * The second one was for her roommate, which she saved. The last one was another message for her, but from the person she least expected to be calling her. "Hi MJ, it's Harry. Just called to see what you were doing; haven't talked to you in a while. Uhh. I know we're not together anymore, but maybe if you weren't too busy, we could go do something. So, call me, I guess. Bye." * I'll call him later. The last thing I really want to do it talk to him right now. * With soda in hand, she walked out of the kitchen and went back out into the living room. She plopped down on the couch and just sat and let her mind wander to think, about anything and everything.

It had been 2 weeks now since she last saw, or heard for that matter, from Peter, as he had walked away from her in the cemetery. She had stayed there, sitting by Uncle Ben's grave, after his retreating figure had long disappeared from her sight and spent the rest of the day just sitting there, talking to Uncle Ben and wondering why in God's name was Peter lying to her.

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(At the cemetery, after Norman Osborn's funeral)

Mary Jane couldn't remember the time and to be quite honest, she really didn't give a damn right now. She had forgotten to put a watch on that morning in the dash to make it out in time for the funeral service. But at that moment, a forgotten watch seemed to be the least of her concerns. It still seemed like it was just moments ago that Peter had turned and walked away from her and her declaration of love, but the weather proved to show that time indeed had past. The sun had traveled a great distance above her and was now beginning the process of going down for the night. A bitter winter breeze blew past her, making her pull her wool coat tighter around herself.

She wasn't stupid; she knew the looks that Peter had given her in high school, as well as the way he acted when he was around her. As a matter of fact, everyone at Midtown High had known that Peter "Puny" Parker had the biggest crush on Flash Thompson's girlfriend. * But that was then. I'm not Flash's girlfriend anymore and I'm not Harry's girlfriend either. He may have been telling me that friendship was all he could give me, but that kiss told me more. He still has feelings for me; I know it. So, why did he still walk away from me? * MJ thought.

Mary Jane looked at the granite headstone and thought of the man that had been Peter's second father for most of his life. "Mr. Parker, what do I do? I thought Peter loved me, but now that I see who I really loved all this time, is it too late? Did he move on, change his mind? What can I do? Deep down, I know he still loves me, I just know it. That kiss meant something, so why is he lying? Why did he run away from me?" The cold, hard headstone just sat there in silence. Mary Jane shook her head in frustration. * God, what am I thinking? Talking to a piece of stone is going to solve all my problems. * MJ looked up and saw that it was getting dark. She got up off the ground and brushed off a few stray pieces of grass off of her coat. "Well Mr. Parker, thanks for listening, even if it was sort of against your will, but I better get going. It's getting dark and the last thing I need is to be walking the streets of New York alone. But hey, at least I have Spiderman in case I get in trouble yet again." She smiled at the thought of her masked guardian angel. "But that's another story. I'll tell it to you some other day. Well, goodbye." Mary Jane turned and slowly began walking out of the cemetery.

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(Present time, MJ's apartment)

* And here you are, two weeks later with no better of an answer. Man, you need to find something better to do with your life. Let's see what's on TV. * Mary Jane picked up the remote and began flipping through the channels. But 11:45 at night, there wasn't a vast variety of shows to choose from. * Let's see: rerun, sitcom, late night talk show, rerun, infomercial, infomercial * "Nothing on TV, Amy's not home and I got nothing better to do. I might as well just hit the sack." Flipping off the TV, MJ got up from the couch and began her retreat to her bedroom.

Her roommate, Amy, left yesterday to go see her parents, who were in an accident, and help take care of her younger brother and sister back in Cleveland. She was expected to be gone for about a month, maybe longer. Amy assured her that she would send her half of the rent for every month she was gone, so that they wouldn't have to give up the apartment or MJ would be forced to work two jobs. * And thank God for that; Enrique already works me 'til I'm half dead. *

Turning on the light in her room, she slipped into her favorite pair of plaid pajama pants and a white tank top, tossing her greased-stained, polyester uniform on a chair on the other side of the room. Going into the adjoining bathroom, MJ brushed out her hair, which had been tied up in a messy bun all day long, brushed her teeth and washed her face. Looking into the mirror, she suddenly wished she hadn't. She had shadowy half-moons resting underneath her eyes and her skin seemed to be paler than usual. To be honest, it looked like she was deathly sick; but two weeks of sleepless nights were the reason for her less-than stunning look. Two sleepless weeks thinking about two men: Peter Parker and superhero stalker, Spiderman. * Ugh, here we go again. That's all I think about anymore, men I want, but can't have. Find a hobby, for God's sake. * She turned off the light as she walked out of the bathroom and walked out to her balcony.

Now this was her favorite part of the entire apartment. When she was out on her balcony, she felt as if she was a princess, looking out over her kingdom. It had always been a childhood dream to be something like that, but it was just that, a dream. But, since she and Amy moved in six months ago, it was her place to go and get away from the rest of the world.

She plopped down in a big overstuffed chair by the ledge, drawing her knees up under her chin. MJ took a deep breath and felt all her muscles relax and let go of all of tension and stress that she absorbed throughout the day. She gazed out to the glittering skyline and wondered what Spiderman was doing right now. Was he stopping another robbery, saving another girl trapped in an alley by a gang of disgusting bikers? Just the thought of Spiderman with another woman made her twitch with a bit of jealously.

The last time she saw Spiderman, when she was dangling off the Queensboro Bridge, she remembered hazily the Green Goblin giving Spiderman a choice between saving "the woman you love" or save the "innocent children". Even though he didn't have to make that choice and managed to save both of them, she secretly loved the fact that he went after her first. It often made her wonder if what the Goblin said was true or not. "A big, amazing superhero like Spiderman in love with me? Ok, like that would ever happen! Great, now it's time to add delusional to my list of fine qualities. I'm just this simple waitress from Manhattan, what could he possibly want from me?" MJ got up from her seat and leaned her arms against the ledge. "Besides Mary Jane, I thought you were supposed to be in love with Peter." * So, if you're so in love with Peter Parker, why are you thinking about someone else, especially someone like Spiderman? *

Mary Jane couldn't give herself an answer to her own question.