Chapter Seven - Until We Die
"So I take it this wasn't a planned pregnancy, then?" the doctor asked, looking at Sydney over his clipboard. Sydney shrunk into the couch, feeling small under his tedious gaze.

"No sir." she murmured. She felt ten years younger then she really was. The doctor was speaking to her like a child. 'Now, Kate, I guess this wasn't planned.'

No sir.

'Now, Kate, did you eat that cookie, even when you weren't supposed to?'

No sir.

Sydney fanned her face with one hand, feeling the room closing in on her. Doctor Barker was still furously scribbling away, occasionally taking a glance at her.

"You don't want to terminate it, do you? It's just one more.."

"No! No. Are you crazy?"

"Okay, that's a no then." after a few more quick marks, he placed the folder on his lap, and looked at Sydney. "Well, Kate, you'll be fine on your own, won't you? We've been over the basics, you've got the pamplets and the emergancy numbers.."

"Doctor Barker, I appreciate your concern, but I'm not a baby sitter. I'll be fine." Sydney smiled tightly, wishing she could pop him over the head. He forced a smile, handing her another few pamphlets. She accepted them, and stood up. "I'll make another appointment for a month at the nurses station then, right?"

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"Weiss, are you fucking insane?"

"No.."

"I am not going out with someone two weeks after Sydney's funeral. No."

Weiss sighed, resting a hand against the door frame.

"Just think about it, please? You don't have to be a literal boyfriend, but my cousin needs an escort. She's coming all the way down from Chicago, Mike.."

"Why can't you take her? She's your cousin!"

"I'm not taking my cousin! That's embarrasing! It's like taking your sister to the prom!"

"Which I'm sure you've done before."

"Woah, bitter alert." he chuckled, sitting on Vaughn's desk. Vaughn was concentrated on his coin, which he was flipping around between his index and thumb. "Seriously Mike, what's up? I know you've been having problems..lately, but this is different."

"I just.." he sighed, flipping the coin into the air, and catching it. "It just doesn't feel right."

"What do you mean?"

"Sydney..I just...I feel like I still did, when she was beside me."

"What do you mean?"

Vaughn shot Weiss 'a look'. Weiss leaned across the office, and shut the door.

"When my father was alive, you know how you have that feeling in your stomach that tells you everything is alright, and nothing's out of place?"

Weiss nodded.

"Yeah, well it was there. The minute I learned that he had..passed, it dissapeared."

"Right."

"Well, Sydney filled it up. And you know what's weird?"

Weiss' eyes opened slightly, urging him to go on. Vaughn leaned closer slightly, feeling as though he were talking about Russian intel. Pausing before he spoke, he felt his stomach knot up.

"That feeling. It's still there."

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"God damned window." muttering obsenities underneath her breath, Sydney gave the window a last tug open, and it flew wide open. The cold February Chicago air breezed into the room.

"Well, looks like you'll have a September birthday." she smiled, softly touching her stomach. There was no doubt about it, the road ahead looked hard, but having something to pull her through, even a tiny little baby, would make all the differance. "I think."

Sydney was trying to get a room set up for the baby. She knew she wouldn't be getting any help later on, obviously, and with a big stomach it would be both uneasy and unsafe to set the nursery up. So, she decided what better way to spend a cold Saturday morning then planning?

And she wasn't being sarcastic.

"Well, we need a wallcolor." she paused, looking around the grey-ish colored room that was currently housing absolutely nothing but a few empty boxes and a stark white carpet.

"Pink? No. I don't even like pink." she paused, resting her palm on her still washboard flat stomach. "Yellow. Yellow or green would be nice."

Content with her decision, she slammed the window shut again, closed the drapes, and shut the door behind her. She needed to buy some paint.

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"So what, you think Syd's not actually...dead?" Weiss asked quietly, still whispering between Vaughn and himself. Vaughn nodded.

"I know that Francie and Will passed before their time, but Sydney was in France, with me, when they got killed. Either someone's intimidating Syd-"

"Who intimidates Sydney?"

Vaughn smiled softly, knowing how strong she was.

"No one."

"What if it did happen, though, Vaughn? Isn't this one of the stages of denial?" Weiss asked softly, climbing off of Vaughn's desk. Vaughn ran a hand through his hair, unsure of what to think.

"Yeah, I think so. I just...don't know yet, Weiss. Something just doesn't feel right."

Weiss nodded, opening the door halfway.

"Well, let me know if you need anything. Alright Vaughn? Don't go making any harsh decisions because you've got an itch that Sydney is still," he nodded, "you know. Alive."

Vaughn nodded, waving him off with the back of his hand. Weiss took one more look at Vaughn, and then left the office without uttering another word.

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Well, that was chapter seven! I'd love more feedback, because you all rock :D Here's my "shoutouts":

Lainie - lol! Thanks for your comment! My fathers actually from Beaune, so I just had to use it somehow ;) It's an awesome place, I've visited twice before!

Thanks for ALL your comments though! Let me know how long you think I should keep S/V apart! Feedback rocks :D And sorry that was was kinda short, but next one will be big! That just felt like a good place to end it! Thanks :D