Inuyasha looked at her.

"What?"

Kagome pulled up what she had heard on the subject: "We travel through time. So if I were to have a child with you in the Feudal Era, then the child might have a whole succession of children, and after enough generations, one of the children is ME."

"That's a novelty. That also makes you my great-great-something granddaughter." There was a pause, and they both appeared to have motion sickness. Inuyasha recovered first.

"It doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you."

"WHAT?"

"Well, after living with Miroku for so long you really loose all perspective-"

"SIT!"

Kagome dashed out the door into the pouring rain.

Inuyasha disentangled himself from what had been a perfectly good swivel chair a minute ago.

*

Kagome didn't run very far. It was too cold. She just walked on, silently, in a stupor.

Like one of the men in the picture in the book on World War one.

Shell shock. That was it- shell shock.

How could she live with herself? She loved Inuyasha, but if they. had a child, then she would be her own ancestor.

Then again, were their any social taboos against being one's own mother? It wasn't EXACTLY incest, was it?

Miroku would know. But he was in the Feudal Era, undoubtedly trying his luck on some poor unfortunate.

So what could she do? She couldn't undo the damage without entering a paradox; but if the didn't that would require giving up free will. Or something like that. Oh, WHY hadn't she paid attention in Physics?

Because you were out socializing with your great-great-etc.-grandfather and future husband.

Oh no! What would Inuyasha do. Surely he was more hurt than he looked. She had to go back! She had to explain-

What could she explain, if she didn't know any more than he did.

It really shouldn't have been a surprise, she decided in the rain. She had been more and more in love with him as time went by, and he really didn't seem to mind so much as he once did. And if they had had a child, what would Inuyasha have done? He couldn't come and live in the modern world; he just wasn't cut out for it. So they would have stayed in the past.

She had known it all, really; she just hadn't put it together.

She never saw the truck, as she raced back to the library.

*

No, this isn't finished.