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Chapter 3: Catching up

Doria walked out of her room from a nap to find a lanky blonde boy leaning against the wall, waiting for her. "I hear you're feeling better," Alex said.

"Yeah..." Doria felt a blush come into her face. She'd been sulking for over a month. What was he going to think? "I guess I just needed to think stuff over. I was just a little confused, I suppose." Alex nodded appreciatively. "It was stupid, though," she continued, "What was there to think about, you know? I'm a Toynbee. I kill. I'm payed to do it." She stared into the corner.

He tilted his head in front of her face to catch her gaze. "I don't think it was dumb. I think it's cool that you took the time to think about that shit. You killed all your life. How would you know if it was right for you?" Doria smiled at him. She remembered why she liked this boy so much. "I'm glad you're back, though. It was getting a little lonesome. You should have seen Magneto stalking around muttering about morals and the downfall of civilization." A laugh escaped her lips. The first time she could recall laughing since the X-Men took her. The last time she had let a giggle out, she had been with Alex. They were... "We left off on a bit of an odd note," he said, "I just wanted to know, are we still... doing this?"

Doria looked into his face. "Yeah. I'd like to keep doing this."

"And your dad... will he...?" The last time they'd been together, Mort had found them 'getting to know each other', and it hadn't been pretty.

"I don't think he'll bother us about it again."

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Doria had to dash to the bathroom before they went down to the rec room. They were sitting there, her cuddled into his chest, half-watching a talk show. "You know," said the deeper voice, "You must be a real talent with all the slack Mags gave you. If Sabe had wanted a little reflecting time, he'd just get smacked."

The thought of Sabe getting hit made her laugh, but she knew why she'd been cut so much slack; it was not her murderous father. All of the adults who had known her when she first came to Brotherhood Island, knew about the condition she had been in. Gambit, Pyro, Wanda, Mystique, Pietro, Blob, Avalanche, Sabe, and Magneto had all seen her various cuts and bruises. They'd each had to remind her to take her pills at least once. Magneto had been leniant on the poor abused china doll. It made her feel crippled. "Yeah..." she trailed off. She leaned her head up and pulled his down and kissed him softly. He didn't have to know about any of that. He didn't have to treat her like the little cripple girl.

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The next morning, she was sick again. It was becoming routine, which worried the young mutant. As soon as she woke up, she felt her stomach coming up her throat, and she'd race to the bathroom. After about an hour, she was fine again. I should see Mystique about it, she thought. Puking every morning for two weeks couldn't be a good thing. Don't want it getting serious.

She set off to find the blue skinned woman in the dining hall. "Mystique!" she called to her.

The yellow eyes scanned the hall until they fell upon her. "Hello, Doria. Sleep in?"

Doria walked up to her. "That's the thing. I think I might be coming down with something. Think you could give me a once-over?"

"No problem. Eat something first, though."

Doria looked at the food warily. No way was that staying down. "Nah, I'm not hungry."

They stepped into the medical room, and Mystique opened her infamous clipboard. She never really looked at what she wrote down. John once said that it was just for effect.

"I've been really tired lately. Like, more exhausted than I've ever been." Mystique nodded, and jotted. "And I've been getting sick in the morning. Puking my guts out for the past two weeks."

Mystique looked up from the board quickly. "Doria, when was the last time you got your period?"

"'Bout a month and a half. It still skips sometimes." Her firefly eyes looked at Mystique strangely. "Why?"

"I'm gonna give you a quick blood test." The blue fingers quickly drew four vials of blood out of Doria's arm, and she disappeared into the lab. Doria busied herself squirting water out of the water pistons for about twenty minutes.

"Doria, you're pregnant."

The green haired girl spun around to face Mystique. "What?"

"You," Mystique pointed at her, "Pregnant," she gestured to her stomach.

"No," said Doria, "I'm not. You've got it wrong. I'm a virgin. I've never had sex in my life. I can't be... no."

Mystique ran a hand through her scarlet hair. "You don't know that."

Doria was starting to freak. "What do you mean I don't know that? Of course I know! How could I not know?" She stood up in a fury. "I'm not pregnant! It's impossible!"

"Nobody knows what you did that night," said Mystique quietly.

Her lantern yellow eyes went wide. "He told you, then?" Mystique nodded. "I'm not pregnant," she whispered, but she didn't really believe that anymore. Doria sank down into her chair.

Her doctor and mother figure rubbed the girl's head gently. "Do you want to tell him, or should I?" Her father would freak. He wouldn't be able to look at her the same.

"He's going to hate me."

"Your father could never hate you, and you know it." Mystique crouched down in front of her. "Doria, you were drunk. You couldn't think straight. Legally, you were raped. You can't help that."

"I wanna tell him," she said, "but... could you...?"

"I'll go with you." Doria nodded, a hand on her abdomen. A child. There was a child inside her.

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