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A few months had passed, now, and Atlanta was now seven months pregnant, her mid-section bulging, and her womb containing two very lively children.

As she made her way down the stairs of the New Olympia library, one hand clutching the railing, the other resting on her stomach, a shadow passed behind her.

Though she was a bit out of practice, her hunter's hearing caught the faint sound of air being displaced, and of someone moving.

Turning around, she saw nothing, her eyesight unable to penetrate the deep darkness of the dimly lit stair case. Shrugging, she turned around once more and continued on her way, always careful to make sure that she would not fall and not only hurt her, but also her unborn children.

Arriving at the end of the first part of the staircase, she saw that the exit door was in view. Before she could take her first step on the last stretch of stairs, a cold hand grasped her arm.

"Atlanta, my love..." a hoarse voice whispered in her ear.

A cold dread crawled up her spine as she recognized the voice. It was one that she had heard only three times before. Twice in her youth, and the third time at her wedding.

Pan.

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"So, Archie, how's the construction going in your new apartment?" Jay asked the purple haired warrior.

Both men were eating at a restaurant, Theresa by Jay's side, and Archie waiting for Atlanta to show up from the city library, getting books on parenting.

"It's going along well...I already fixed the nursery, and now I only have to paint the walls..."

Jay nodded. "Maybe we could all rally together and help."

"How is your book doing?" Theresa asked. Archie grinned at the question. "Very well. I already made enough money for a long time, but I will still keep on writing, just for the fun of it..."

Suddenly, a cold dread climbed Archie's spine, just like at his wedding.

Atlanta was in trouble.

Looking across the table, he saw that Theresa looked worried too. She must have had a vision.

"What did you see, Therri?" Jay asked his fiancé worriedly.

Closing her eyes to concentrate, she said, "Its Atlanta, she's in trouble..."

All at once, the three heroes jumped to their feet and headed towards Archie's car.

Taking his PMR out, Jay called the others.

"Guys, we've got trouble. Atlanta's hurt. Odie, can you get a lock on her position?"

"I'm already on it." Came the reply.

After a few more seconds of strained silence, Odie finally found a lock on her whereabouts.

"She's in the library, north wing. The emergency staircase, to be exact..."

Revving the engine, Archie sped down the highway, towards the library. At the speed that they were going, it took them about five minutes to reach the said building.

Screeching to a stop in the parking lot, they all jumped out of the car, soon joined by the three other members of the team.

Racing to the north wing, Archie wove around various obstacles, until the door to the staircase was in sight.

Bursting into the stairwell, he saw a sprawled, slim figure on the floor.

"No..." he gasped, racing to the figure's side, propping her up on his knees.

"ATLANTA!" he screamed to the heavens, his voice echoing loudly in the closed area. Bursting in, the others saw what lay before them. Immediately, Theresa went to her side, laying a hand on her forehead, and closing her eyes.

With a relived sigh, she exclaimed that Atlanta was okay, just unconscious.

Moving her hand to her stomach to check on the children, Theresa found a whole new story. The babies where traumatized, and one hardly had a heartbeat.

Opening her eyes, Theresa quickly relayed that information to her friends.

Gently, Archie picked his pregnant wife in his arms, racing back to Herry's truck. Pilling all in, they rushed to the nearest hospital.

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In the emergency room, the doctors where desperately trying to save the child's life. In the waiting room, the remaining six were all there, shifting uneasily.

Theresa was crying silently in Jay's arms, while Odie was frantically researching something on the computer. Even Neil wasn't looking at his reflection anymore, his complexion even paler than usual.

After five hours of waiting, a doctor finally came in to see them. Looking at each of the men of the exhausted and worried group, he tried to figure out who was the father.

"Err, could I please know which one of you is Mrs. Cooper's boyfriend?" he asked.

At once, Archie jumped up from his seat. "I am Atlanta's husband." He said nervously. The doctor cocked an eyebrow at this, but did not comment.

"You're wife has sustained massive damage to her children, though they should all recover."

The six heroes all let out a sigh of relief.

"C-can I see her?" Archie asked. The doctor nodded, walking down the hallway and leading to way to Atlanta's room.

Inside, Atlanta was awake, though still drowsy. She was hooked up to many machines that Archie couldn't even identify.

Pulling up a chair, Archie sat on it and took Atlanta's hand.

"Hey there, Lannie..." he said, trying to keep his voice confident.

Opening her eyes, Atlanta looked into her husband's stormy blue eyes.

"Archie..." she muttered, a tear running down her cheek.

"How are they? The babies how are they?" she said frantically, trying to sit up.

Helping her, Archie propped her up with pillows.

"There fine, Lannie..." he said, trying to keep from crying himself.

Seeing that Atlanta was still crying hysterically, Archie climbed onto the bed and hugged her. Grabbing his shirt, Atlanta cried in his shoulder, her body shuddering with the power of her sobs.

"What happened, Lanta?" Archie asked. "How did you fall?"

Looking up, Atlanta starred at Archie in the eyes.

"Pan," she hissed. "He pushed me...he said that I belong with him, and not you, and that these monstrosities that I am carrying, as he called them, deserve to die..." starting to sob again, she buried her face in Archie's chest.

A deadly fury was simmering in Archie. Waiting until Atlanta had fallen back asleep, he made his way outside of the room, where his friends where still waiting. Signalling to them that they could go inside, he then turned heel and ran out of the hospital.

He then ran to the library at full speed, intent on finding the one who would not forget the one who had forgotten him.