A/N: Hey, it was so weird the other night! For the first time, I got to go to a casino! I am now legal to gambol and I went. It wasn't as fun as I thought it would be, but I saw one of my friends at the casino and we talked for a bit. It was cool. Plus, I grew by eight dollars! Woo hoo…

Chapter 12: Hard Facts

Kat's breath caught in her throat and her eyes flew open again. She stared at the section of his neck where she buried her head. She knew that he felt her stiffen at the question and that meant that she heard it. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes she pulled her face back to look up at Jack. When opening her eyes she saw Jack's relaxed face. He didn't look like he was angry or upset with her. He just wanted to genuinely know when she was going to tell him the news.

"How did you find out?" Kat said taking her time pronouncing every word.

Jack chuckled a bit and hugged her tight to him, making sure that her eye contact lost, "When we were on our way to get ye back from Dornie, I was talkin' to Will 'bout some thin's. I was worried 'bout ye because of the way ye were 'avin' the pains and throwin' up every mornin'. He told me his though's on the issue."

"You aren't angry with me for not telling you straight off?" Kat asked still pressed against him her voice muffling a bit from the material of Jack's shirt.

"Elizabeth told me tha' she 'ad givin' ye her suspicions, but ye weren't so sure. I could understand tha' ye didn' wan' to tell me until ye were absolutely sure," he paused for a moment, "Wha' makes ye sure now?"

"Who said I was sure?"

"Well, when ye say 'how did ye find out' it usually means there be a fact to be learned."

Kat pulled away from him again so she could look into his eyes, "Dornie told me."

"Wha'?" Jack's eyebrows finally furrowed and Kat saw some kind of emotion other than simple contentment, "How would she know anythin' 'bout it?"

"She told me that since she was in the cursed state, she felt the presence of living beings. More specifically, the ones that haven't started their lives yet," Kat absent-mindedly rubbed her lower stomach, "That's how she knew where Harriet was and didn't kill her."

"She knew-"

"She just didn't know where she was Jack…" Kat picked her head up and held a death glare saved for Dornie, "She's the one that came into their home that night and killed Robert."

"But Harriet said it be a man tha' killed Robert."

"She told us it was someone in dark clothing. Dornie wears nothing but dark colors," Kat started and tried to keep the hate from her voice, "She broke Olivia's leg and skewered Robert through the same door Harriet was hiding behind. She knew that Harriet was behind the door, but didn't even care. She didn't even have the decency to kill him away from the door. The only reason she saved Harriet and Olivia was because Harriet was with child."

"Do ye know fer sure tha' she killed him?"

"She openly admitted to it, Jack," Kat's voice raised a little bit, "She didn't know who it was, but she admitted to the act. Exactly how Harriet remembered it and told us. I wanted to kill her when she told me. So badly, I just wanted her to die."

Jack stroked the side of her face and kissed her forehead, "But ye didn't."

"That's because they put me in the brig before I could do anything," Kat took a calming breath and looked back at Jack, "To think that I learned the definite best news in my life from the most despicable person on the planet."

"It be over now, luv," Jack smiled and started to rub her back a bit, "And it still be the best news in the world."

Kat finally let a smile cross her features and kissed Jack lightly on the lips, "Are you ever going to be cross at me for anything?"

"Righ' now I be cross at Dornie fer threaten' ye and our child," Jack grumbled and looked over Kat's shoulder to look out the huge windows, "No one does tha' and lives."

"That's sweet, Jack," Kat murmured and made Jack look back at her with confusion written on his features, "Making threats on all those who try to kill me. It shows you care."

"Once a time ago ye believed it was barbaric," Jack chuckled a bit.

"This is no time to be civil, love," she kissed him on the tip of the nose and slowly pulled his hand to her lower stomach where they both saw a small lump showing from beneath her large shirt. He noticed that her weight had been going up and down a little, but never thought anything about it. They both smiled at each other and Jack sat up. He slid down the bed, lifted Kat's shirt up a little and kissed her lower stomach where a pooch was beginning to take shape. Kat giggled as his mustache tickled the tender skin on her stomach. He started to mumble to the lump and as she began to stroke his hair from above him. She sat up a little and leaned back on the headboard like before. Jack laid down next to her, but stayed lower than she was so he could continue to talk to Kat's stomach.

"Jack, I don't think that the baby can hear you just yet," Kat said amused, "It needs some time to develop."

"If it hears me or not, luv, I'm still goin' to talk to me boy," Jack gave her a quick look and then went back to stomach.

"Boy?" Kat gave her own cynical chuckle, "What makes you think that our baby will be a boy?"

"A captain know these thin's," Jack smiled, but didn't look up from his focus point, "When ye are a lad I will teach ye how to sail and to sing the best song in the world. Ye'll be a well rounded pirate."

Kat smiled at the enthusiasm in Jack's voice and demeanor. He will be a great father and Kat knew that. She had known that every single time he picked up Olivia and played with her and the Turner children during their short time in the tunnels. The way he cared for her and took care of the little one was amazing, and to think that if he treated a child that didn't have any blood relation to him like that then, how will he treat his own child?

"Jack, how is Olivia doing?" Kat asked, causing Jack's head to look up at her, "I haven't seen her in a while and I was wondering how she was getting through without her mother. I've missed her terribly."

"She did surprisingly well," Jack leaned on one of his arms and scooted up to lean on the headboard with Kat, "Norrington tried to take good care 'o her-"

"Norrington took care of Olivia? He has no experience with children," Kat said in an unbelievable manner.

"'Tried' be the key word there, luv," Jack smiled, "She came and slept with me for the past week or so. Then we played so many tricks on the-"

He turned to her laughing a bit, but stopped in the second that he saw Kat's curious look and quirked eyebrow, "On whom?"

"Oh, nothin' luv, jus' 'avin' some fun with the commodore," he grinned.

"I bet," Kat rolled her eyes, "So she spent the nights in here? Why didn't she bunk with the other children? With the Turners even?"

"She wouldn' go to sleep. Everyone knows poor Norrington tried numerous times to get to sleep. She wouldn' do it unless she was in 'ere."

"That's so sweet," Kat squealed a little bit and started to get up, "Now, I think I am going to get up and walk around a bit."

"No!" Jack stood up and walked around to sit Kat back down on the bed, "Ye got to be careful now, luv."

"Jack," Kat said in a patronizing tone, "I am not going to break just because I am pregnant now. I can still do some things, such as walking. Do not worry; I won't even start to look pregnant for another few weeks, according to Elizabeth. And you know how tough I am."

"But ye did faint when we were listenin' to Dornie," Jack said putting up a finger, "And tha' I don' believe be normal. Don' care wha' yer cousin says."

"Harriet knows what she is talking about, so does Elizabeth. Besides, I need to eat something. My earlier craving for some medium rare anchovies and a huge glass of milk is starting to sound very tempting right now. Maybe with some biscuits too," she began to drift off into naming off the foods of choice.

"Then let me get the food fer ye luv, I don' wan' ye walkin' too far with yer faintin' spells," he put his boots back on and walked out the door toward the galley to dig up some food for her.

Kat smiled at his actions and then walked over to the huge window where Jack was standing a little while before. The long shirt she had on reached to her mid thigh, believing it to be one of Jack's shirts and she also had a small pair of cut off pants underneath, only reaching to the top of her knees. She tugged at the shirt that had started to slip off of her shoulder and then crossed her arms over her chest to begin to think. What she went through wasn't just a fainting spell; that was something completely different. Sure, morning sickness was kicking in just a little bit, but there was something else there. Another feeling that Kat couldn't recognize so far into the pregnancy. She knew that she would be feeling some different things during the time that she was with child, but that was far off from what she thought it would feel like. It was as if something had pierced a cutlass through her gut, through the baby and it shot through her whole body. Nothing worked for her. Her hearing began to give away and she went in and out of focus as the pain surged through her being.

Before Kat was ready, the flashes from before began to flood into her memory and her vision. She blinked the first set away, but couldn't keep the images away. She held her head and looked out at the sea in one direction. The hospice began to form in her mind with a child being covered with a white sheet, and few out reached hands toward the sheet. Kat shook her head and looked a different direction to see the children piled up in the side of the cream color building that had to be the other hospice. They were all dead and others were crying inside. Another glance in the other direction her vision blurred and the room filled with children was starting to clear a bit and a little more room was being made for the surviving children. Kat covered her head with both of her hands and clenched her eyes closed.

"Stop it! Stop it! Please!" she started to yell at her own mind, trying to wash the scenes of death from her head. She almost tripped to the side and then balanced herself on the railing to the side of her, keeping her from falling on her side. The images started to fade from her mind as she kept mentally yelling for it to stop, for it to keep to itself. What ever it was to let her alone. She sunk to the floor, keeping one hand on her forehead and the other on the railing by the window until she hit the ground.

"What the hell was that?" she murmured to herself and finally let her hand drop from her head. She put a hand over the lump on her stomach and rubbed her thumb over it. Was it something to do with her baby, or was it something completely different and couldn't be controlled? She let out her breath she didn't know that she was even holding and pushed off the floor to get back to the bed. Maybe she could get some more rest before Jack got back with her food. Before now she never really know how much she could go for that anchovies and milk at that moment.

She sat on the bed and started to think over what was happening, 'What is triggering the attacks?'

She looked at the ceiling and thought that she felt another fit of pains coming on, but instead she found herself running and throwing herself over the side of the sink, thankful that she convinced Jack to install it. She gasped for breath after she let the stale bread and water come out of her system. She looked at the semi-digested food in the sink and then shook her head a little. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand she stood back up and rinsed her mouth out with some water near the sink.

"That bread probably wasn't good for me anyway," she gripped her stomach and took another breath walking back to sit on the edge of the bed, "Bloody Dornie. Got enough problems, don't need her to trying and kill my husband."

A few moments later Jack walked back into the room, much to Kat's disappointment, without a plate full of food. She gave him a sad look, but once she connected with his eyes, she dropped her charade and it was her turn to worry again. It just seemed like the two of them traded back and forth on who would be doing the worrying. Jack moved slowly over to the bed and dropped down next to her. His eyes were blank and his back slumped inward. No way was she going to take this as a good sign. He gulped a few times and just stared at the window at the far side away from the bed. Not once since he entered the room had he even tried to make eye contact with Kat, and that is what was scaring her.

"Jack? What's wrong?" Kat said a little shaky rubbing his back with her hand.

Suddenly Jack took a huge breath and she felt the cracks in his breath. He was holding back tears and that scared Kat even worse, because it was usually the other way around. She would be the one crying, and he- the brave pirate captain- would hold on to her and keep her warm and safe. She couldn't take it anymore and took his face in her hands and turned him to face her. There were tears starting to form in his dark eyes and looking even further, he looked most of all lost.

"What's wrong?" Kat asked firmly still holding his face in her hands.

He gulped again and finally found some of his voice, "Somethin's… somethin's wrong with Olivia."

Everything in existence decided to crash down on Kat. Nothing was apparent to her anymore. The cabin turned to complete darkness; no color seeped through to her world. Her hands fell from Jack's face and into her lap as she began to shake her head back and forth.

"No… no, it can't be right," she said weakly, shaking her head more fiercely as she went, "They're wrong. They have to be wrong."

"They ain't wrong, luv. I saw her, she ain't doin' good," he started to rub the side of her arms with his hands steadily gaining his composure while trying to comfort Kat, "She may not make it, Kat."

"No, you're wrong!" Kat tried to throw his arms off from her and get up to the door, but Jack grabbed her in his arms and held on to Kat tightly, "She's not hurt. She's fine!"

"Kat, calm down. We can't do anything. We can't-" Kat calmed down and began to sob into Jack's chest, grabbing him around the waist. Unknown to her he also began to shed his own tears, but tried his best just to keep strong so that Kat could find a support in him. A pillar of strength. Jack closed his eyes and lifted his head to the ceiling and took another breath.

"She can't be… she's not…" Kat began to mumble once again, trying to regain some kind of self-control.

Her sobbing shrank down to a few little coughs and spits of cries after two hours. She soon found her footing again and she felt Jack's chin placed on top of her head and his hands rubbing her back. Taking a quick breath she pulled away a little bit, but made sure his hands were still on her. Comforting her.

"I need to see her, Jack. I need to," she looked into his eyes and he slowly nodded.

"All righ', luv… all righ'," he stood up and pulled Kat up with him.

He handed her some longer pants and a sash to tie around her waist. She nodded and put both of them on and quickly shoved on her boots. She stood back up with disheveled hair and all and waited for Jack to take her hand. He did so with a small smile and patted down her hair as he grabbed her hand. They both trudged out of the cabin and made their way to Kat's old room where they set up Olivia's bed. Kat wiped at her eyes as they made their way past some crewmembers and other soldiers. She didn't want them ever to see her this weak, and this messed up.

They made it to her room in less than a couple of minutes and Jack knocked on the door. It opened slowly and Kat took a sharp intake of breath as she saw the situation. On the bed lay Olivia's small form, but there were markings and scabs all over her face and arms. Just like in the visions- or what ever they were- that Kat had. She had the same exact virus.

"My God," Kat whispered to herself and went over to Olivia's side. She wasn't even awake and was barely breathing, 'Just like the others.'

Next to the far wall Norrington was bracing himself against the wall with his shoulder with Will and Jessie in a chair next to him. Harriet was sitting on the other side of the bed, but got up when she saw Jack and Kat enter the room.

Jack closed the door and Harriet came over to Kat and hugged her from behind, "We don't know what it is."

Kat looked to the side of the room and focused on Jessie sitting on Will's lap, "Will, get Jessie out of here!"

"What?" Will looked at her strangely.

"Children are susceptible! Get him out of here!" Kat stood up and opened the door. Will grabbed Jessie and put him outside the door telling him to go and find his mother. He turned back to Kat who sat back down to Olivia stroking her forehead.

"What was that about?" Will asked sitting on the other side of the bed.

"I have seen this before," Kat said softly and looked up from Olivia, "Only children are able to get it. It is deadly, and I don't think there is a cure."

"How would you know all of this?" Harriet asked from beside her, "Where did you see it before?"

"Before I passed out on the isle, I had flashes of different ports. In these ports children had a sickness, a disease. And they were dying...Olivia looks exactly like them."

"What do we do about then?" Norrington stepped from the wall.

"We need more help," Kat sighed looking at the limp Olivia.

"Where are we gettin' it?" Jack asked leaning on the door.

"Anywhere," Kat sighed and closed her eyes.

'Please Lord, don't let her die. Don't let her be one of the many,' she looked down at the four year old again, 'Please don't leave me.'

A/N: I know, I'm evil, aren't I? Sorry about that, but some of you had to see it coming. Anyway, this story is far from over, so please do not shun me just because of this. I will be back as soon as possible with the next chapter. See you all then, and review for Olivia! And I still love you all.