Disclaimer: I do not own underworld. However I do own the characters, Felicite, Talon, Kaza, Felora, Ildiko, Trevor, Serina, Delano and Isadora, not all of which have been in the chapters yet. I merely write to alleviate boredom and for fun. I also apologize for my spelling and grammar; I failed that class in skool.

A/N: Sorry it took so long, I hope you like it. It is a little longer, but don't get to use to it. Hope to have the next one done soon.

Chapter 13: Baby Blues

Michael was tired as he trudged back to his room. He missed training with Selene, missed spending the time with her, watching her get angry when he refused to attack her, but he was improving with Kaza. The old lycan was strong and tuff. He had seen many years of fighting. He had been one of the few that had been with Lucian since the beginning. He had been a member of a pack that Lucian had acquired. Not the first, but not long after the war began.

Michael returned to his room, to a sleeping five-month pregnant Selene. It was later than he usually returned to their room, but he couldn't help it, Kaza had kept him late, forcing him to tap into his hybrid power. His entire body ached, but the pain seemed to evaporate when seeing his girl friend sleeping peacefully. But when he came closer, she rolled over and faced him, showing she was in fact not asleep. "Hey, sorry I'm so late, you know Kaza, when he gets started, he pushes 'til you practically break," he said.

"It's fine," she said. He walked over to the bed and tried to kiss her, but before he got the chance, she rolled over. He figured that she was tired, and he probably smelled, so figure that after a shower, she would be back to her normal self.

Boy was he wrong. He got into bed next to her, wrapping his arms around her as he did each night, but she slid away from him, shrugging his touch away. He furrowed his brow and tried to kiss her this time. Again she shrugged him away. "What's wrong, Selene?" he asked.

"Nothing," she mumbled, pulling the covers tighter around herself.

"Why are you acting like this?"

"I'm just not in the mood," she answered, sounding a bit annoyed.

"What did I do?"

"Nothing," she stated, sitting up.

"I don't understand," Michael said, again trying to touch her, comfort her.

"Just leave me alone," she said even louder. He furrowed his brow again.

"Selene-" he tried a final time to touch her arm, to understand.

"Michael, I just don't want to be cuddled, kissed, loved on, or touched," she said, wrapping a robe around herself, and walking over to the rocking chair in the corner.

"Okay," he said, hurt. "I'll be back later." She didn't look at him, just sat staring out into oblivion.

He went to the kitchen and grabbed a granola bar from the one pantry. He sat down at the counter, chewing on his snack, completely confused as to what had just happened. "What are you doing down here, Kaza let you go almost an hour ago?" Felora asked.

"Selene was acting really weird. I don't know what I did but she seemed upset when I tried to touch or comfort her," Michael explained, very depressed.

"So you left her alone, good boy," Felora said.

"Why good boy? Do you know what's going on with her?"

"Yes, she is just not in the mood to be touched," she answered.

"I don't understand."

"Sometimes pregnant women need to be touched, loved, cuddled and other times, they can't stand being near anyone. They can't explain it, it is just how it is, and you questioning only makes it that much worse, 'cause she can't help you understand," Felora explained.

"So I didn't do anything?" he asked a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"Probably not, just leave her alone for a little while, she'll be fine. But do go check on her before dawn," she suggested.

"Why?"

"When I got into one of those moods, I would need a good cuddle in an hour or two," she said, getting up and heading out of the kitchen.

Michael sat down in the kitchen for two hours before attempting again to go to bed. He found Selene back in bed, but once again not asleep. The minuet sounds of sniffling was picked up by his ears while the smell the salt from her tears came to his nose. He slowly approached the bed and as before she rolled over to face him. "I'm sorry," she whimpered. He quickly sat next to her. She shifted so her head rested in his lap as he began to rub her arm with his thumb.

"There is nothing to be sorry about," he comforted.

"I treated you horribly earlier and all you have been is perfect about all of this," she continued to sob with her head in his lap.

"You are going through so much with all this, you are the one getting sick, loosing weight and sleep. I don't have to go through any of that. I am here for you no matter what," he continued to rub her arm, but whipped her tears away with his free hand. "I love you."

"I love you too," she whispered through the sobbing. Over time, her crying slowed and her breathing became more even and calm. He carefully shifted her so that her head rested on the pillow and he lay as he always did, behind her with his arms wrapped around her, protecting her and his child.

At six and a half months, Selene was not doing as well as Talon had hoped, but better than he had feared. She had lost weight in the face and muscle mass in her arms and legs, but had gained that telltale stomach. She was weak, but did not allow that to stop her. She went down to the training room, as she often did, to watch Michael train. Standing by the weapons locket, she was not in the way and was too much of a distraction for Michael. She watched him turn from human to hybrid, watched him attack, and watched him change back, never putting his heart into it.

This particular day, she was not as unnoticed as she usually was. A young male lycan walked over and began to talk to her while Kaza and Michael were gone on a break. "Hi," he began.

"Hello," she replied, with a tint in her voice that told him she was wondering why he was speaking to her.

"I saw you over here blood, and I thought to myself, now why is she here. Then I remembered, the hybrid knocked you up, and in theory we need him," he began.

"What a nice way to put it," Selene retorted a bite in her tone.

"Well, it just made me question if you were going to stick around after his child is born?" he inquired.

This creature was annoying Selene, but she entertained the question anyhow. "Why wouldn't I?"

"'Cause you are not as safe as you think blood," he answered, grabbing her by the neck and backing her against the wall. She was stuck, too weak to get his hand from her neck and loosing strength by the second. She was almost at the point of passing out when a blur hit the lycan and threw him to the ground. Selene sank to the floor, unable to support herself any longer. Moving her hand to her sore neck, she felt a cool liquid, her own blood. The Lycan must have cut her when his hand slid across her neck as Michael hit him.

Michael pinned the male down, roaring in his feral state. This was the first time since Viktor that Selene had witnessed him be so aggressive. The sight of Selene being attacked had allowed him to tap into his full power. He went to swipe at the male's face with his elongated claws when four other lycans came over to aid their comrade.

Michael being caught off guard by the attack was over run. He was over whelmed and being horribly beaten. After getting three of them off and was down to the last two, he was bleeding from cuts all over his body and favoring his left leg, but he did not waver. He lunged at the one, but was grabbed at the neck by the other and thrown to the ground. They were stopped by a booming growl and yelling, "Stop this foolishness. I will slit all your throats." It was the last thing Selene heard before going unconscious.

"What was all this about?" he asked heatedly. No one answered all panting and still in feral form. "Well?" That was when he caught sight of Selene unconscious and bleeding against the wall and it all made sense. "Michael, get her, take her to Talon, I will deal with them," he ordered, growling the last part.

Michael nodded and walked over to his mate, not turning back into human form. He gently picked her up in his arms, cradling her injured body. Immediately, he took of with hybrid speed towards Talon's office.

Kaza turned back towards the lycans, all five now back on their feet and again in their human forms. "Who started this?" he demanded.

"I did," one claimed.

"You attacked the woman carrying the hybrid child! What is wrong with you?"

"She does not belong here," he answered proud at first then cowering away at Kaza's enraged look.

"As long as she is the mother of a hybrid, she belongs here, am I clear," he stated. All in front of him nodded, looking at the floor, unable to look up at their infuriated superior. "And if any of you, in fact if anyone touches her again, I will slit their throat without a thought. We can not loose that child, it is possibly the only thing that can save us in the battle to come."

"An infant sir?" one of them asked.

"A born hybrid," he said.

"How is she?" Michael asked anxiously as Talon looked over Selene.

"This stress was not good for her or the child, but I feel they will be okay." Michael took a sigh of relief and brushed the stay hairs on Selene's face back behind her ear. This simple touch seemed to wake her since she began to stir. Her eyes slowly opened and she began to try to sit up.

"Where am I? She asked. Talon smiled, seeing she was indeed all right. He left, allowing Michael and Selene to be alone.

"Talon's office," Michael answered.

All the memories of what had just happened came flooding back. "The baby," she said, touching her stomach to see that it was all right.

"It's fine," he comforted. "Your fine, but you need your rest."

"What about you?" she asked.

"Don't worry about me, I'll heal," he answered.

"I don't know if I can watch something like that again," she said.

"Don't worry, once Kaza is through with them, I don't think any of them will come near you," he comforted, trying to lighten her heavy mood.

"No Michael I'm serious. I can't have your blood on my hands," she reiterated.

"What are you talking about? You need to go to bed, sleep a little," he said about to help her up off the table to take her to their room.

"Michael you are not listening to me, I can't see that happen again," she said, getting more urgent and louder.

"What are you talking about?"

"Michael, we need to distance ourselves," she suggested.

"What?"

"I can't watch you be hurt because of me. I've watched someone I loved die on my behalf, and I can't do it again. If you aren't guarding me they won't attack you," she explained.

"You just need rest. You'll be back to normal once you've gotten rest," he insisted.

"Michael I'm not joking," she said, looking at him, her eyes telling him she was in fact not kidding.

"This is crazy. Selene I am not going to leave you alone in this place. I'm not taking that chance."

"It's my life to risk."

"And my child's," he argued.

"It's not just your child," she defended.

"No, but I am its father. Selene I know you want to feel in control, but it is not just you you're risking anymore. In case you forgot you're pregnant."

"No, really? Is that why I'm always sick, or gaining insane amounts of weight-"

"What weight? Selene you are loosing weight. You can barely walk with as weak as your legs are," he argued.

"I can't watch you be hurt again. I just can't," she began to cry; sitting back on the table he had helped her off of.

"Selene, where is this coming from?"

She reached out and touched the healing cuts on his chest and arms. "I watched you be attacked, because of me. I can't see that again," she sobbed. "Michael I need this distance."

"Selene," he whispered, trying to comfort her and stop her crying.

"No Michael, just go, just leave me alone," she began to fight against him, to escape to her room, from her fears and emotions. Only as she fought, his grip tightened. But this did not deter her; she only fought harder, eyes icy blue and fangs elongated. "Let me go," she insisted. Only he did not, not until her fighting stopped, but not because she wished it, but because she passes out again. Michael scooped her up and yelled for Talon to return.

"Michael, what happened?"

"She passed out, trying to leave," he said.

"Just getting up?"

"No, she was fighting against me," he expanded, ashamed of himself.

"What?"

"She wanted to distance herself. She wanted me to stay away, but I can't do that," he said, the words catching his throat.

"Michael, I think you are going to have to, or else we may loose this baby. The stress is too much for her body to handle. If she needs you to stay away, just do it," Talon ordered.

The stress in his voice told Michael he was serious. "Is she going to be okay?"

"If she is not stressed out like this again, I think so," he answered. "Take her back to her room, get your stuff and leave her alone. Have Felora watch her and talk to her. If she can't calm her down and work it out, then just leave her alone. When the child is born, then try again, but not until this child is born, or we may loose them both," Talon explained.

Michael nodded and picked up his unconscious mate. He took her to his room as ordered and laid her on the bed. He also took some cloths and his guns and began toward the door. But before he could open the door, he took one more look at Selene. He placed the objects on the floor and walked back to the bed, giving her a final kiss and touched her stomach feeling his unborn child for the last time. He feared that this was not just a phase, and this would indeed be the last time he would see Selene or his child.

"Michael, go ahead, I'll be here for her," Felora said from the doorway, with his things in her arms. With a final kiss he got up and began towards the door, tears threatening to fall. "She will be fine, I promise." Michael only nodded as he left.

A/N 2: Okay, not quite sure why, but I started referring to Selene as Michael's mate. I just don't think girl friend fits and they aren't married, so mate is her new "title". Okay, hope you enjoyed and please review. Believe me when I say that it helps me update sooner.