I have decided to update this now, since my new classes start tomorrow and I honestly have no idea when I will have time to update again.

Thank you for the kind reviews. Been a terrible last few days (funeral, being sick, came home to discover my family neglected 3 beta fish and they all died), and your lovely reviews helped to make me feel better. *huggles*

Unfortunatly, I think this is the chapter where I may lose a few people.

I really hope you enjoy it. :)

Spencer sat in the exam room, his knee anxiously bouncing up and down, waiting for his lab results to return. He stared at the posters on the walls, showing various anatomy sections of the human body. A pile of shabby, well-read magazines sat in a basket beside his chair. He had already read all sixteen of them.

Sitting back in the chair, Spencer crossed his legs and wrapped his arms around his stomach. He had not wanted to come to the doctor. The last week, he had been feeling a little off. Upset stomach, throwing up. It hadn't been very bad, and he figured it was just a bug that would pass.

But after a few days of listening to his roommate "puking his guts up", Ethan had begged Spencer to make a doctor's appointment. Spencer had finally agreed, mainly to make sure he didn't have anything that would make Ethan sick too.

A shuffling of feet outside announced the doctor's arrival, and the door opened to reveal a graying man with thick glasses. He shut the door behind him with a click, walking over and taking a seat next to Spencer.

"Well, your lab work has come back. All of your tests are negative… except for one," said the doctor, fixing Spencer with an unnerving stare.

Spencer couldn't help but shift a little in his seat. "Which test is that?" he asked nervously.

"Your urine test," continued the doctor, eyeing him closely. "Congratulations, you're pregnant."

Spencer's eyes widened and his heart began to race. No, no, no. This can't be happening! No! "No," he cried out loud. "There m-must be some mistake! Please, you must have done the test wrong, or m-mixed up the samples! I can't be p-pregnant!" he pleaded.

"There-"

"Please, there must be a mistake! Do the test over, it can't be right! I-"

"Spencer, you need to calm down," said the doctor, grabbing ahold of his wrists.

Spencer took in a deep, shuddering breath.

"There, that's better," smiled the doctor. "I'm sure you have heard about cases like these. It is rare for a male to get pregnant, but-"

"But occasionally a mutation occurs that results in a male having both the male and female reproductive organs, a condition which usually goes unnoticed, unless said male has surgery, or a scan or x-rays, or is in a homosexual relationship which results in them becoming pregnant," completed Spencer.

"Are you in a homosexual relationship?" asked the doctor kindly.

Spencer blushed, thinking about his one night stand with Derek Morgan. "I-It was more of a… singular occurrence," he said quietly.

The doctor smiled sadly. "I'm sorry. So you know how far along you are?"

"Five weeks and two days," said Spencer quietly.

The doctor nodded. "Alright. I am going to give you some packets of information, and when you leave, I want you to schedule your first appointment with the OB/GYN department. I have already talked with them, so they will be expecting you."

Spencer nodded, suddenly too overwhelmed to speak. He was pregnant. He had his child developing inside of him right now. His and Derek's child.

Derek. How was Spencer going to tell him? Should he even tell him? How would he react? Would he even believe Spencer? Of course he would have to believe me once I start walking around with a big, round belly, he thought to himself. Oh god, I'm going to get fat!

Spencer was only half aware as the doctor handed him a stack of papers and he walked through the clinic, signing up for his appointment. He could hear the nurses at the station talking to him in high pitched, excited tones, but he was too preoccupied with his thoughts to catch what they were saying.

As he stepped out into the warm sunlight outside the clinic and headed to the bus stop, Spencer felt a few tears roll down his face.

What was he going to do?

….

Spencer hovered outside the door of the campus bar, knowing it was one of Derek and his buddy's haunts, since he had seen them entering many times while he was walking home from the library late at night.

It had been four days since Spencer's doctor's appointment, and he had been trying to figure out the best way to tell Derek. He wanted Derek to be the first person he told. When Ethan had asked, Spencer had vaguely answered about some virus that he would be rid of in a few weeks.

Another problem Spencer had was trying to decide when to tell Derek. He figured during class hours was a bad time, and same with a school night. So he had decided to wait until Friday night, hoping the weekend would be enough time for Derek to wrap his head around it.

Probably not. Spencer had had all week and still couldn't quite believe it.

Taking a deep breath, Spencer pushed open the door and strode into the bar.

He spotted them right away. The four guys were standing around a tall table littered with many glasses, both empty and with varying amounts of liquid in them. Spencer felt relieved to see only one empty glass in front of Derek and a rather full one. This would go much easier if Derek wasn't drunk. He hoped.

Spencer walked nervously through the crowd towards the table, stopping a few feet away when one of Derek's friends nearly spit out his drink, eyes widening as he stared at Spencer. Spencer felt confused as the friend hurriedly slapped Derek on the arm and pointed him out, then embarrassed. Had Derek told them about what happened?

Derek spun around, a surprised look on his face as he saw Spencer. He left the table, walking up to stand in front of him. "Hey, kid," he said with a smile. "Haven't seen you since… What are you doing here?"

Spencer gulped, wrapping his arms around his stomach. "I n-need to talk to you," he croaked.

Derek eyed him. "Okay. Um, would you like a drink?"

Spencer shook his head. "C-Can we go outside?"

"Yeah, sure," said Derek, placing a hand on the small of Spencer's back and weaving their way through the groups of people.

The air outside was much chillier then Spencer remembered it being a few minutes ago, and he shivered, wrapping his arms even tighter around himself. Derek leaned up against the side of the building, flashing Spencer a dazzling smile. "So, pretty boy, what's up?"

Spencer kept his eyes trained on the ground, searching for a good way to begin the conversation. "Um… you see… ah, the last couple weeks I have been feeling s-sick. Not anything terrible, but enough to be an inconvenience. And, um… on Monday I went to the d-doctor…" Spencer stopped as his voice wavered and tears threatened to spill.

Derek pushed off the wall, gently grabbing Spencer's shoulders. "Are you alright, Spencer?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

Spencer looked up, eyes watery. "Derek, I'm pregnant," he whispered.

Derek's jaw dropped and his eyes widened. "Oh… uh, wow. Congratulations, pretty boy. Wait… am I…?"

Spencer nodded. "You're the other father."

Derek's eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his skull. "You're sure?"

"You have to be," said Spencer, tears now streaming down his face. "I've never… with someone else."

"That was your first time?" asked Derek, smiling slightly.

Spencer looked back at the ground, heat flushing his face. "I know. Nothing more pathetic than a seventeen year old virgin, right?"

"Hey, there's nothing wrong wi- Wait, you're seventeen?" asked Derek incredulously.

Spencer bit back a sob. "I'm just going to go," he said hurriedly, turning to walk away.

Derek quickly grabbed his arms, pulling him back. "No, wait! I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it, I just would have guessed you were older," he said. "I didn't mean to sound like I was making fun of you. I'm actually honored I could be your first."

Spencer glanced up, fixing him with a watery smile. "Really?"

Derek nodded, eyes trailing down to Spencer's stomach. "You're really pregnant?"

"Y-Yes."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know," said Spencer truthfully, tears starting up again. "I just know that I can't get r-rid of it. I feel like I would be k-killing it. I mean, I know that technically it-"

"Okay, yeah, I understand," cut in Derek. He knew Spencer would ramble on after having listened to him spout off strings of facts and statistics while they were searching for his roommate at the party afterword. Derek smiled at the memory of that night. He shook his head, returning to the present as he realized Spencer was talking again.

"I u-understand if you don't want anything to do with it. I mean, you were drunk and I was just a big mistake. And I'm still n-not sure whether I will keep it or put it up for adoption. But I just thought you had the right to know. I will leave you alone now. H-Have a good life, Derek," he said hurriedly, trying to move off again.

Only to be stopped by Derek pulling him into a tight embrace.

"Hey now, none of that. You think I'm the kind of guy to knock someone up and run?" he said, trying to lighten the mood. Spencer simply burrowed deeper into his chest, burying his face in Derek's neck. "And I wasn't drunk."

"I could taste beer when we k-kissed." Spencer's breath on his neck sent shivers down Derek's spin.

"Kid, I only had half a beer before my fr- before I went over to you." Derek's stomach plummeted as he realized Spencer didn't know about the bet. He couldn't bring himself to tell him. "You were not a mistake," he said instead. "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. I'm gonna be here for you, and I will support any decision you make."

"Promise?" came Spencer's muffled voice.

"I promise," said Derek, pressing a kiss to the top of Spencer's head.

"Derek?"

"Yeah, pretty boy?"

Spencer lifted his head up to look at him. "I'm scared," he whispered, bottom lip quivering.

Derek lifted his hand, brushing the tear stains from Spencer's cheeks. "It'll all be okay, Spencer. You'll see," he said reassuringly, pulling Spencer into an even tighter embrace.

Standing there, wrapped in Derek's arms, Spencer felt he could actually believe him.

I almost ended this at the pagebreak, but decided to give you Derek's reaction.

Safe bet no one saw that coming, eh? *nervous grin* I'm sure I will have a few people telling me I should've put a warning up somewhere, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. It gives away the story!

Anyway, if this isn't your cup of tea, I thank you for reading up until this point.

Sidenote: I do not have any kids, don't plan on ever having kids, and I dropped Human Bio, so I will mostly be googling all the pregnancy stuff. So it might not be the most accurate information.

And yes, "The Bet" will return to bite Derek in the ass eventually... Lucky bet. ;)

Review, my loves?