Disclaimer-I do not own the movie. A/N-My sister's science teacher made her write this: I, Sprintz Maria Higgens, do hereby admit that unequivocally Mr. Boban is by far the smartest, coolest, athletic, most attractive human being on Earth. Without question he is my favorite and school would be a lonely boring place without him. Amen.

Sara smiled at Ace as he dealt the cards. Spot sat next to her with his hand her's. Ace looked up. "Ya want somethin'?"
She grinned. "Come with me." Ace glanced at Spot.
"Is she gonna do somethin' ta me?" Spot shook his head and Ace followed Sara.
He looked at her. "What?"
She hugged him. "My secret is out."
"Secret?"
She whispered it in his ear. His eyes widened. "Are ya kiddin'?"
She laughed. "No. Isn't it amazing?"

Ace was frozen then he smiled. "If ya want it yeah. Go for it, Sara."
She jumped. "And this letter came for Spot today. It concerns you."
Ace took the paper from her and read. "It's a lettah from me Aunt. Oh shit. Did Spot read it yet?"
"Yes. He was...upset. But he doesn't hear things...you don't do you?"
Ace paled. "I-I-I don't think so. If I did would I know?"
Sara gave him a skeptical look. "Dillon? Are you hearing voices?"
Ace backed up a step. "No! I just remembah my mom...she used to talk ta things dat weren't really dere..."
Sara frowned. "Ace, listen to me. If you ever hear something like that you have to tell me. We can go to a doctor and get medication for that."
Ace laughed weakly. "I ain't crazy, Little Boid. Congratulations on da baby. Bye." He ran up the steps and Sara walked back into the main room, motioning Spot toward her.
"What's wrong wit Ace?" He asked.
"I think he's sick. I think he's like your mother."
Striker had come over at the sound of Ace's name. "He ain't hearin' things Sara. He woulda told me."
Spot turned toward her. "And I think he woulda told me too but he didn't! Shit. He has ta pull somethin' like dis."
Sara nodded. "I'm going upstairs...goodnight." She kissed his cheek.
Spot smiled and took her hand. "I'm comin.'"

The next day dawned hot and humid. The air hung with a wetness that almost felt like rain. Sara trudged to the distribution office with Spot and they bought their papes; then split up. Sara went to the bridge, while Spot to the shop he usually sold in front of.
Sara got bored about half way through selling and decided to go check on Ace, who was the closest to her. She reached his corner, and finding him not there, continued onto Spot's. She stopped at the sound of Penny's voice.
"Spot, ya know she's carryin' ya baby...ya shouldn't sleep around no more."
Spot snapped, "What makes ya think I do?!" But Sara didn't hear it. She was running toward Manhattan already...How could he do that?
Spot heard a pile of crates crash to the ground and turned quickly to catch a glimpse of Sara tearing down the street. "Fuck. Penny why da hell did ya have ta say dat?!"
Penny shrugged. "I didn't mean nothin'. It was a joke. I always joke wit ya."
Spot gave Penny a rather stinging smack across the face before he ran after Sara.

Sara burst into Tibby's an hour later. She had taken every back alley, alternative road, and shortcut she knew just to lose Spot. It had taken a lot, but she had succeeded. Race was in the corner with his sister, Sprintz, and Kid Blink. She approached them.
"Hey Race. Can I talk to you?" She struggled to control tears that threatened to escape. Race nodded and stood up. He led her outside.
"What happened?"
She collapsed, crying on his shoulder and holding onto him like she was going to fall. "Sara? Maybe I should Conlon?"
She shook her head. "No! I don't want to see him ever again, Racetrack! Ever!"
Race took a step back. "Whoa...now just two days ago ya was marryin' him an' havin his kid. What da hell happened?"
"He's cheating on me. Race...he doesn't love me like he said he did."
Race's brown eyes widened. "Ya havin his kid an' he cheated on ya?"
Sara nodded. Race hugged her. "Ya gonna be fine. We'll get ya Aunt Cathy for ya. You can go ta Wisconsin an' forget about da bastard."
Sara shook her head. "And leave you here? No way! I want to stay with you, Ace, Sprintz...all of them. You guys do care about me...don't you?"
Race grinned. "Course we do! C'mon. Ya can stay in Manhattan wit us until ya figure dis out, awright?"

Spot reached Tibby's just in time to see Race lead Sara inside. He followed and caught her arm. "Sara, dis is a mistake."
She jerked her arm away. "Don't touch me!" Race stepped between Spot and Sara.
"Spot, let her go. She knows about everything."
Spot shook his head. "No she don't! It ain't true Sara. Ya gotta believe me! ya know what I went through for ya. I'd nevah hoit ya like dis."
Sara frowned. "Get the hell away from me! I'm tired of being lied to Spot!" She took her ring off and handed it to him. "When you can handle only having one woman in your life, talk to me. Until then, don't expect to see me or my baby!" She turned around and walked inside, leaving Spot in shock outside.

A/N-Sadness...I felt bad doing that to him.