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Gremblin: Well, in my opinion, Mystique's the only one smart, and caring enough to be a doctor.

ToadMorty: This one has Mort, so you can relax.

BeastBoyBlitz: It made you laugh because you're turning into an angst addict like the rest of us.

Halleyjo: Bitchhead? I suppose I deserved that.

Chapter 4: "Dad, we gotta talk."

Mort heard the door to his workshop close, and he shut the power sander off. Mystique and Doria glanced at each other, and the latter continued towards him alone. "Dad..." she started, "can we sit down for a minute?"

There was something wrong. He saw it at once. Motioning for her to sit on the work bench beside him, Mort put an arm around her. "Wha's the matter? Wha's 'appened?"

"We... Mystique and I... we figured out what... happened that night- that night I got drunk. I... I was..." She broke into tears. "Oh, Daddy, I don't know how it happened!" she wailed.

He wrapped his arms around her. "Wha'?" he persisted, "Wha' 'appened?"

A hoarse whisper came through her tears. "I'm pregnant."

His arms dropped, and he flew to his feet. "WHA'! WHA' THE FUCK IS THA' SUPPOSED TO MEAN? PREGNANT! 'OW CAN YOU NO' KNOW 'OW IT FUCKING 'APPENED?"

Mystique ran in to her rescue. "She was raped, Mort!" she yelled. The words broke through his shouting and he took a look of disbelief and horror upon the green features. Mort sank to the ground. "She was in no state of mind for consent. Legally, she was raped."

"Doria..." he whispered. He stood up, and grabbed her up in his arms tight. "'Ow could anyone do tha' to you?"

"She's keeping it," said Mystique.

"She's wha'?" said Mort, turning quickly.

"I'm what?" said Doria wide-eyed.

"There's a good chance that it'll be a mutant, and mutant abortions are extremely dangerous. There's no telling what damage could be done to Doria during the procedure."

Doria's father walked briskly over to Mystique, grabbed her wrist, and strode out the door with her in tow. "She's no' keeping it."

"Why not?"

"She's fucking sixteen."

"She's fucking pregnant."

"There 'as to be something you can do."

"Would you rather endanger her life, because by all means, you can suck it out of her all by yourself."

He sighed. "But... she just... 'Er mother was sixteen. Wha' 'appens when she makes tha' connection?"

"We'll deal with it with love and support. You have a grandchild coming whether you like it or not."

They reappeared in the room, with Doria patiently waiting. "I'm... going to be a mother, aren't I?"

Mortimer's face softened. "Yes, love, you're going to be a mommy."

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