Brace yourselves. This fanfic came from a guest review and i loved the idea. I'm sorry if i didn't do it the way you wanted. This was really bad. I've been trying to write this for weeks and i just couldn't get my imagination running. So i apologize if this seems a lil dry. R&R!

It's been at least 40 minutes of calling and Caitlin still hasn't gotten ahold of John. She was on her 12th voicemail.

"John, answer your phone! She's getting close. Where are you guys? Call me back when you get this." She spoke into the burner phone with utter desperation.

Caitlin was cut off by Clarice's scream. "ASAP!" She hung up the phone and made her way back to the woman in pain.

"How you doing over here, Clarice?" Caitlin said as she grabbed her gloves and sat at the end of the bed. She settled herself between Clarice's propped-up legs and lifted the sheet to check her dilation.

"How do you think I'm doing!" Clarice strained out through clenched teeth. She had her hands placed on either side of her swollen belly while her eyes were shut tightly. Her breaths were labored and shallow until finally, she felt the pressure in her stomach go away and she released her tense muscles.

Clarice slumped against the pillows behind her back and blew an annoying stray hair from out of her face as her pants lessened. "Did you call John? Did he answer?"

"No." Caitlin sighed as she removed her gloves and got up to check the time. "They may not have service or are too busy right now. I'm sorry."

"Great." Clarice groaned.

The contractions started an hour after John left for a supply run in Nebraska with Shatter and Marcos. They hadn't been as bad as they are now so Clarice didn't think too much of it, believing it was another Barter's Hicks. Or was it Braxton? She never really paid attention to those big pregnancy words that Caitlin had spoken of months ago. But soon the feeling of butterflies progressed into tedious moments of anguish.

It was bad enough that she had to go through natural labor but now she couldn't even yell at the person who knocked her up in the first place. She swore in her mind she was going to beat John's indestructible ass once he got back.

If he got back. Ugh. This situation is making her think irrationally. Of course, he's coming back. He's John Proudstar. He's too stubborn not to come.

The thought was cut off by the familiar tightening of her stomach. She audibly groaned. She'd been doing that a lot lately. The pain was worse than she thought it would be. And she was going to be in pain for a long time.

About 3 months ago she had asked Sage how long labor usually lasts. Sage's exact words were "Well, averaging out the early, active, and transition labor stages while also considering your X-Gene, I estimate your birth will last about 19 hours and 32 minutes, give or take. Oh, and, statistically speaking, the pain will be little to unbearable."

She almost teleported John to Lake Michigan that day.

Caitlin told her that normally early labor lasts about 14 hours so John wouldn't really miss any big moments. But that didn't mean she didn't want him there the entire time.

At some point, she must have stopped breathing because her vision blurred at the end of a, particularly agonizing contraction. She gasped for air as her body relaxed once more.

Lauren entered the bedroom where they were with towels and hot water. "Hey, Clare. How are you?"

"Why does everyone keep asking that question?" Clarice growled.

Lauren held her hands up in defense. "Sorry."

"Where the hell is John? I swear when he gets back I am going to murd— Ah!" Clarice winced as another contraction hit her with full force.

This one might as well have punched the breath out of her. Tears pricked her eyes as she forgot how to breathe. She bit her lip so hard she drew blood.

"Clarice. Breathe." Caitlin warned.

Clarice gasped in her haze, trying to gulp in as much oxygen as she could. Her powers sparked around her but no portals grew. She almost didn't register the feeling of a calloused hand taking hold of hers. Unbeknownst, she squeezed it with all her might, welcoming a way to try and transfer some of the pain.

Another hand ran through her hair. She heard the undeniable gruff that was John's voice.

"I'm here, Clare. I'm here."

The contraction lasted longer than usual. The pain is nearing unbelievably unbearable. But he was there.

Finally.

The pulsing pain died down and Clarice finally allowed herself to settle back onto the bed. She rolled her head tiredly to the right and saw a mop of curly brown hair at her side.

She smiled at first but then immediately glared at him. Her nostrils flared when she saw him.

She was pissed.

"Where the hell were you?!" She all but snarled.

"We got caught up in some trouble on the way and my phone died. I'm sorry."

"'Sorry' my ass," Clarice muttered.

"Hey, I'm here." He looked at her and took in her appearance. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes brimming with exhaustion. "And I'm gonna stay here until she comes. And after she comes. Okay? I'm not going anywhere." John kissed her forehead for good measure.

"Yeah, okay, dial it down, Thunderbird."

John chuckled under his breath. It was nice to know that she could still make fun of him in this ordeal.

"Alright, Clarice," Caitlin said as she sat between Clarice's legs once more. "You're about 7½ centimeters dilated. It's almost time."

"A-Are you sure?" Clarice asked nervously.

"Clarice, it's going to be fine. It's been smooth sailing so far. I doubt we'll have any complications when it's time to push."

John turned his attention to his partner. She looked small at that moment. Scared.

"Hey." She looked up at him. "You're going to do great. You're going to be great."

"This is really happening." she marveled.

"Yeah. It is."

That was so suckish. I'm so sorry. But I swear I will make a part 2. And maybe that will make it better! Also I don't really know a lot about labor. I had to look a lot of stuff up. I honestly don't even know if this makes sense lol. Anyways i didn't proofread so CALL ME OUT ON MY MISTAKES. And remember to share some ideas in the reviews or in my PM's!