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A/N: Not much to say, just thanks for the encouraging words. Hope you like the chapter. Oh, but I did modify this a little and reposted, so yeah, but not much is changed.

Chapter 2: Confessions

As she walked down the hall, her thoughts were continuing to mill over what she had just learned. Her eyes were cast down as she stared at the floor, only not really seeing it. That was how when she rounded a corner, she practically ran into Dylan. "Oh sorry Beka," he apologized. "So what did Trance find?" he asked as he began walking with her.

"Well, she found I'm not technically sick," she answered evasively. Beka was still digesting the news herself; she didn't need to deal with everyone else's reactions. But her gut told her, that it would end up coming out.

"But you almost threw up on command yesterday," he commented.

"Don't remind me," she requested, the horrible sick feeling returning.

"This isn't a terminal problem is it?" he asked getting really worried for his first officer.

"Well the problem itself is sort of terminal, but the nausea will go away within a month or so," she rambled.

He stood in front of her preventing her from walking any further. "Beka, what are you talking about? What is wrong?" he asked, his voice pleading with her to say it.

"I'm pregnant Dylan," she confessed, putting her back against the wall for physical support.

His eyes widened at her confession as he allowed the news to sink in. "With how?"

"Your favorite person, Try Anasazi."

"Oh Beka," he breathed. "When did this happen?"

"You remember the trip I took to go see Tyr about two months back, well, we didn't just talk, as this may prove," she said holding back tears.

"Have you told anyone else?"

"No, and in all truth I didn't want to tell you yet," she explained. Dylan pulled his first officer towards him, to comfort her. His embrace encouraged her to relax and in turn no longer hold back her tears. She began to sob uncontrollably on his shoulder. She stood there for a few minutes until she finally got herself under control.

"You okay?" he asked as she stood once again on her own.

"No, but I will be," she confessed, wiping way the tears. He gave her a supportive smile.

"Do you need time off now?"

"No, Trance gave me some pills to help with the nausea," she said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Well, we will talk about the conditions of your leave when we get closer then," he said. She sighed and nodded; having known it would come.

"Just don't tell anyone, and try not to act weird, I want to tell them myself, when the time is right," she requested.

"Okay, but I want you to take the leave thing seriously," he agreed.

"I will," she promised. "I'll see you on command later, I'm going to go work out, clear my head, digest all this," she said.

"Is that okay to be doing?" he asked.

"Yes, I already okayed it with Trance, now go relax or at least worry about something not involving me," she requested.

"Fine, go clear your head."

"Thank you," she said as he turned to go the way he had been heading before and she continued towards the gym.

Thousands of thoughts had been running through her head and now with having talked to Dylan, even more were there. The idea of telling the others petrified her. The idea that this was even happening to her, alone, was even hard to wrap her head around. She kept hoping she would wake up and this would all be just a bad dream, but no matter how much she wished it, it would not come true. She was pregnant, with the child of Tyr Anasazi.

Finally reaching the gym, she went in and immediately realized her plan to clear her head here may not have been the best one. Memories came flooding back. She managed to hold back the tears. In the deepest part of her heart, she truly believed she had had feelings for the nietzchean, but he never would have had her. After all she was only human, the thoughts only made her angry at the world and she began to take it out on the punching bag in front of her. She continued to hit it repetitively, letting out the anger she had with herself, Tyr, this child, even the universe. Her furry only rose as she hit until her body rebelled, a wave of nausea and dizziness sweeping over her. She fell to her knees. "Trance didn't warn me that my body would get even," she commented as she touched her stomach and sat for a moment to allow the sick, dizzy feeling to pass. A few moments later, she was no longer feeling sick, but was crying, unable to stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks.

The doors to the gym opened, startling Beka into calming a bit. "Hey Beka, you okay?" Rommie asked.

"Yeah why?" she asked in return, trying to hide the quiver in her voice and wipe any signs of crying away.

"I know Beka," Rommie admitted.

"Oh, how?"

"Trance loaded the medical records, and I over heard you and Dylan," she confessed.

"You snooped," Beka corrected, a little upset.

"I guess, but I was just worried about you Beka. I had a feeling you wouldn't say anything to anyone, and I just needed to know," she defended.

"Well I hadn't wanted to say anything, but Dylan, you, and Trance know anyways," she answered. "So, I guess you know it all." Beka got up off the floor and went and sat on the weight lifting bench.

"No, I don't know how you're doing," Rommie answered, joining her on the bench.

"Still haven't figured that one out yet myself," she confessed. "I just can't believe it's true. How could I let this happen, why did I let this happen?"

"No one really expects this kind of thing from a one time deal, but it happens. You didn't let it happen, it just did. I promise you though, it will be okay," Rommie said, with an encouraging smile.

"It's just really scary. I mean to raise a kid, by myself. What if I can't do it?"

"You aren't alone Beka. Tyr may not be here, but the rest of the crew is," she comforted.

"Thanks," she said, giving a smile for the first time since learning of the pregnancy.

"No problem. Now take it easy, you don't want to hurt yourself," Rommie said, getting up.

"I know," she answered as Andromeda turned to leave. "Hey Rommie," she called.

"Yeah," she responded, turning to face Beka.

"Don't tell anyone, I want to do it myself, once I have had time to think."

"I know and I won't. Just try not to wait to long. The longer you wait, the harder it is going to be," Rommie advised.

"So I've been told. Thanks again."

"No problem Beka, just let me know if you need to talk."

"I will," Beka said as Rommie left the weight room, leaving Beka alone to think once again.

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