I have just woken up in what I assume is my new room. The small space is nothing to write home about; a single bed against a white wall, a table and two chairs in the corner, a small window overlooking a roof top, and a bathroom the size of a broom closet.

The doorknob jiggles and my hand immediately flies to my abdomen in a protective gesture. The events from earlier suddenly come back to me.

Pregnant. I'm pregnant. Stanton continues to go on and on about prenatal vitamins, and daily doctor visits, but I'm too stunned to process anything he's saying. A baby. Aaron and I are having a baby.

"This is just wonderful," Stanton continues in a daze, "Your child could possibly grow to be more powerful than you, once we drain the blood and run the tests the possibilities will be endless."

My head snaps towards him upon hearing this, "You will not touch my child," I growl. With a sudden burst of energy I'm tearing the tubes off of me and lunging at Stanton. I've only just got on top of him when I feel the familiar pricking sensation in my neck.

The door flies open and in walks an elderly looking nurse pushing a small cart.

She spies me on the bed and offers me a kind smile, "Hello dear my name is Lisa. I'm here to make sure you and your baby stay healthy." She then pulls out a drawer and extracts a single shot.

"What is that stuff?" I find myself asking.

"This is the special serum that keeps your abilities at bay," she responds.

"Like the stuff they've already injected me with three times today," I grumble.

She offers me a sad smile as she pushes the cart closer, "Yes that was a bit barbaric of them; after three injections you must be exhausted. But don't worry; this shot's a little different. Both the shots you received earlier today and this one are designed to turn off your abilities. The only difference is that this solution won't make you drowsy." I shake my head; I can't let her do this. If I'm going to escape I'm going to need my abilities.

I grab the wrist of the hand that's holding the needle and slam it into the wall, "I can't let you do this," I whisper vehemently. She puts her free hand up defensively; the look in her eyes makes me release her. She then walks towards the cart and pulls out a small cup and a jar of pills.

"Well follow me to the bathroom so we can get you some water and your pills," something about her pleading tone makes me follow her. Once inside the small space I sit on the lid of the toilet and she goes to work on filing up the cup. Reaching into her pocket she withdrawals a small piece of paper and places it onto the counter. I'm about to speak up, but the finger she places on her lips silences me immediately.

"This should help the pills go down," she states, placing the cup in my hand. She points to the note I have clutched in my fist. I quickly open it, it reads: I volunteered to help you for a reason; I'm on your side. The shot's a fake, your abilities should return fully in one hour. I would have given you this out there but there are cameras in the room. This bathroom only contains audio devices, so say nothing after you finish reading this. Get out of here and keep you and your child safe. I stare up at her, and give her a simple gracious nod. She responds with one of her own. She then goes on to administer the fake shot. After we reenter the main room she talks about the pregnancy and what will happen each step of the way, but I'm not listening. My only concern right now is getting myself and my child out of here safely.

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While I'm waiting I begin to ponder my current situation. I'm still in shock from the fact that I'm actually pregnant. I can't help but wonder how different things would be if I had discovered it on base; I wouldn't have been allowed to fight in the battle. Aaron of course would have been overjoyed. I smile as I remember the conversation we had a while ago regarding our future.

"Love?" He whispers, his voice cutting through the peaceful silence.

"Yes," I respond. Silence. I pick my head up off his chest and turn to look at him, when he finally speaks moments later his eyes are trained on the ceiling.

"What do you see for us in the future?"

The answer's an obvious one for me, "I see us destroying the Reestablishment."

"And then?" He presses.

"I'm not quite sure."

"What about marriage, or children?" He asks, forcing the words out quickly. The question startles me at first. It's not one I've given much thought to considering those things were all but fantasy a few years ago. However, now that they're possible, I can't help feeling intrigued.

"I wouldn't mind those things," I respond earnestly," Now that I know they're actually possible I find myself wanting them more and more by the minute."

"With me or in general?" He whispers. I turn my head to look at him and lock my eyes onto his. I cup his face in my hands.

"Like I've said before, you're it for me Aaron. If I'm going to get married or have children it's going to be with you."

A brilliant smile spreads across his face then, "Good," he whispers, "Because I've already decided that I want you to be my wife and to mother all of my children someday." He pauses and then, "I've already seen it you know, in my dreams that is. You smiling at me in a beautiful white dress or you standing in the kitchen of our home watching a young boy waddle around while you stroke your pregnant stomach. It scares me at times," he continues, "I worry that one day I'll be like him. That I'll hurt you and our children."

I cup his face tightly then, "Never say that again," I whisper furiously, "You are nothing like him. You are kind and caring and ten times the man he was. You will make an amazing father. And when this war is over we will get married, we will move into our own home, and we will fill it with children."

His eyes begin to glow with happiness then as another smile overtakes him.

With each passing minute I can feel my strength and energy returning. Rage burns inside of me like an inferno. Normally this level of fury would concern me, but now I know it's justified. They're not just threatening me anymore. No, this time they're coming after my child. I only found out I was pregnant a couple of hours ago, but I already feel bound to him or her. I will kill anyone who threatens the safety of my baby. I will murder Stanton for even thinking about it, and I will slaughter anyone who stands in my way.

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When my hour's up I find myself standing in front of the bathroom mirror. I tie my hair into a ponytail, and stare at my reflection. The woman staring back at me is one I haven't seen in a long time. Once Anderson was taken down and some semblance of safety returned to the area she left; the need to be constantly on guard disappeared and she vanished with it. But now she's back in full force ready to slaughter anyone in her way. Most people would be scared to know that such a dark unfeeling side of them exists, but I take comfort in knowing that it's there. I always know that if I'm in a jam this ferocious and protective side of me will rear its ugly head and protect me and those around me. Without her I may not have won any of the battles I've fought in.

"Welcome back friend," I whisper at the mirror. My expression and the tingle in my fingers tells me I'm more than ready.

"Time to go home," I whisper again, but this time to the small child growing inside of me. I turn out of the bathroom then and face the bedroom door.

A new chapter?! What?! Sorry about the wait ladies and gents. The job I've recently acquired requires me to be at work a lot. More time at work, sadly means less time to write :P. But c'est la vie. This chapter was supposed to be longer but everything I wrote got deleted so I decided to write this and then write the rest later on. So voila! The other part should be coming soonish but I'm not making any promises. As always thank you very much for the continued support I really appreciate it! See you next chapter!