Title: REAPER

Author: Egyptian Kat

Rating: PG

Summary: It would take me two years of amnesia to realize that no matter what I did, I was the reaper.

Chapter 6: Consequences

RECAP SS

The doctor was just confusing Sydney. His words where making any sense to her. "So..? Is there something wrong with me? Do I have cancer or something?" She asked sarcastically. She wasn't in the mood to play guessing games.

"No Agent Bristow, you do not have cancer." The doctor answered sternly. "You're pregnant."

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I want to run now. Run across the earth. Run to a place that has never felt my presence. Run to a place that is safe from the truth. But I can't do that. It isn't the fact that I can't even walk that is keeping me hear, it isn't that at all. I'd like to think it isn't Vaughn, but I know some if it is affected by him, and want to slap myself every time I hear him say that he loves me again. No.I don't think its any of those things. I think the only thing keeping me here in this hospital bed, in this life...in a semi- normal frame of mind, is the fact that I have a child growing within me.

For some reason that I can't explain, I believe this is Vaughn's child. I have this feeling deep down in my gut, in the place that my child lays growing, that this child will have green eyes, that this child within me is half of the man I love and cherish so dearly. And I don't dare deny the possibilities.

I am lying there in the hospital bed, lying in the soft white cotton sheets of "healing." And suddenly, my sureness of Vaughn's paternity to my child flies out the window. I was gone for almost two years. I can't be pregnant by Vaughn. It isn't possible.

I look at Vaughn, his face reflecting his emotions of joy, and then, unsurprisingly, confusion. But what shocks me the most, what makes me want to start crying all over again, is the look of disappointment that crosses his face. He too has come to the same conclusion, him being the father of my child is virtually impossible.

Suddenly, I find my voice. "Is there anyway of knowing the paternity of the baby?" I ask cautiously.

"Yes there is." The doctor informs me. "It's a quick procedure. We insert a needle into your abdomen, drawing tissue from the developing fetus. When then take the samples to the lab, run the fetus' DNA against some candidates. This procedure however only works when the fetus has reached an age of 3 months. Luckily, you've just passed that mark."

"How old is the fetus?" I ask, quickly doing the math in my head.

"About 177 days old..roughly 3 and a half months."

"When can you do the procedure?" I eagerly ask.

"Right now."

"Ok." I answer. I wan to know. I need to know who the father of my child is. I pray with all I have that it's Vaughn's. I don't know how I would react to finding out if it was someone else. I don't think I could handle knowing that my baby was fathered by a man I have no memory of. But it doesn't matter right now; I have to know, no matter what the consequences are.

A/N: Soooo...what ya think? Dramatic enough for the lot of you? Well.R&R and tell me what you think..oh.and I have a little surprise for you!