Ok, I absolutely love Dogma, and this came to me while I watched it the other night. I watch it almost every night and it never gets old! I've been a Metatron/Bethany fan since I first saw the film way back when. And that hasn't changed, so expect it in this fic. Oh, might I add that anyone who takes offense to this fic should read the disclaimer posted by the Kevin Smith prior to the opening credits.

And for the record, I don't like Platypi.

I do not own anything you may recognize as someone else's. Anything you do not recognize as someone else's is probably mine, unless my muse wishes to steal the credit from me as his, which is entirely possible. Thank you.

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McHenry, Illinois, apartment of Bethany Sloane

His words still echoed in her mind, even now. It had been four and a half months since Bartleby and Loki tried to enter heaven and negate existence. Four and a half long months of wondering.

You *were* the last Scion……now *this* is the last Scion.

She was pregnant. But who's child was it? That was the one thing that confused her. Was it God's child? Had God placed it inside her when she was healed? Or did Metatron…? Did she mention she was confused?

Not to mention she'd had the strangest baby shower in the entire world. I mean, who else has a muse, two pothead prophets, and a neglected Apostle at their baby shower? Of course, no one knew who they were, and Bethany had to make up a lie (one which she was sure God didn't mind). But Metatron hadn't come. Rufus said something about pressing business in the Vatican, but dropped the subject quickly.

"So how is my little girl?" Serendipity's voice broke her from her reverie. She hadn't even seen the muse come in.

"Just fine, but her mother is dying for a bubble bath and a massage."

"Have you thought of a name yet?"

"Nope….what does the Almighty suggest?"

"She's still partial to Genevieve." At Bethany's face, she smiled, "I know, I know, it's not what I would have picked."

"What would you have picked? Come on, you're a muse, you've got to have some good ones." Bethany eased herself onto the couch with an "oomph."

"Sorry, I'm strictly entertainment. I don't do baby names. I'm sure you've at least thought of something?"

"Yeah," she propped her feet up on the coffee table, "a few."

"Like?" The muse was not giving this one up easily.

"Well, I was stuck on Meghan for a while, then switched to Rachael. Now I'm leaning towards Gabrielle." Serendipity smiled at the obvious reference, but frowned at her friend's facial expression.

"What's wrong? Something bothering you, and don't think you can just blow it off this time. Something's been bothering you since the shower. Come on, it's just us girls. Tell me what's wrong." The muse sat next to Bethany on the couch, concerned.

"I was told that nothing is private from you guys."

"Rufus was still mad that he wasn't included. Most of the time, we stay out of your lives."

"Not mine. I would think everything I said and did is watched by somebody."

"Well, of course She knows everything, but that changes nothing. Why is it so hard for you to admit it?"

That got a response. "Admit what?" Bethany got defensive fast. Serendipity stood and patted her friend on the hand.

"I'm just a muse. I just put the ideas into people's heads. It's their job to sort things out and make it into a hit." With that, she was gone. That must be very handy, Bethany thought, being able to pop in and out at will, disrupting people's lives. She rubbed her slightly larger belly protectively.

"Well, Gabrielle, what would you say to a hot bath?" To her surprise, the child responded by shifting a little, sending a flutter through her stomach. A small sob escaped her, and she smiled. The wind shifted a little…wait, the wind? She was inside. Then she felt it, light but it was there. A hand pressed lightly on her stomach, so faint, she almost didn't notice it. And just as swiftly as it had come, it was gone.

She shook her head and concentrated on getting her things ready for the bath. She ran the water and filled the tub with lots of lavender scented bubbles. She eased her swollen figure into the porcelain tub and leaned back with a satisfied sigh.

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Ok, that's the first installment! Hope everyone enjoyed! My friend Flyer helped me out with this one, and I promise this to be original and funny.

Ok, question…do you want J&SB in this fic? If so, the rating will most definitely go up because of Jay (as I've told Meghan, Jay would not be allowed within 50 feet of my grandmother).