A/N: I've got my muse back for this one Look for it to be coming back in regular intervals again. Oh and don't forget to vote on who you think the MBK ?topicID90.topic). I'm received a few guesses and they're really awesome. Thanks all

Al just about hit the floor. He couldn't have heard her right. He was completely speechless, motionless. He had to hear her say it again because right now it wasn't registering in his brain.

"Michael?" Marcie said. "Are you OK?"

"Yeah..." Al said. "I should... I should be asking you that. Pregnant..."

"Not too far along," she said. "I just... I just found out. Nobody knows... except for you and Al's mom. My brothers; would flip out... except maybe for Eric. And my Dad would have a heart attack. He didn't even know I was dating Al and..."

"Marcie... hey, calm down OK." Al had to breathe right along with her to keep from hitting the ground himself. "You need to take it easy, OK?"

"You can't tell my brothers." Marcie pleaded.

"I won't," Al said. "Promise. I promise."

Marcie smiled. "Thanks you, Michael," she said Al stood completely still. "Are you coming back to eat?"

"Me? Yeah... yeah, I just... I have to return a call first. I'll be right there." Al waited as Marcie rejoined her brothers at their table, walking out the back door of Rodi's. "Luna!" he called. "Luna!"

"No need to scream darlin'." Luna said. "I'm right here."

"You're so lucky that's all I'm doing" Al said. "Marcie's pregnant."

Luna pursed her lips. "So you know, huh?" she said.

"Well yeah," Al said. "I couldn't not find out that I'm gonna be a dad. You could have told me. You could have at least given me a hint."

"Don't you get it baby?" Luna said. "You've had the clues all along. It's always been right in front of you."

AL shook his head. "What are you talking about? I had no idea. I never had any idea."

"That sweet little angel, darlin'. Little Gabby. Al... you knew deep down in that big ole heart of yours. She's your little girl."

"I'll never get to see her grow up," Al choked. "Luna I... won't be there when she's born and I... won't be able to hold her or... play with her... This isn't fair!"

"I know darlin'."

"No. You know... this sucks. I didn't do anything to deserve to miss out on this! I don't deserve this!"

"I don't know what to tell you darlin'. You gotta look at the bright side of things."

Al laughed. "And what side would that be?"

"You're here now," Luna said. "You still have time. You still have time to get Marcie to see you. And you have to do that."

"It's pointless."

"You can't just quit now, AL."

"Why? Why not, Luna?"

"Just trust me baby. You need to be here. You can't give up now. Now you go back in there and you have dinner with Marcie and her brothers and you don't give up darlin'. You keep on fightin'. For that little girl, you keep fightin'."

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She was gorgeous and he watched her approach the house, digging through her purse in search of her keys, cursing softly when she couldn't find them. She crouched down by the front door, placing her purse on the ground to search again.

He saw her come upon her keys, smiling now as she stood and headed for the door again. He moved quickly, coming up behind her and she spun around, hearing him.

"Oh, hey," she said. "I thought you were working all night." He didn't respond and she turned to put the keys into the door. He took the opportunity to slip the leotard around her neck.

She squirmed, tiny breaths of anguish escaping her throat and she was unable to breath in more air, trying to pull at the noose, scratching at his gloved hands. She managed to whimper, unable to support herself any longer as her body went limp.

He pulled the leotard tight one last time in assurance before propping her body up by the door and laying the music box beside her. The melody drifted through the night air and he slipped away.