I apologize for the really short chapter! I'll try harder, but I have a major writers block. GRR! Well, I need some rambling time, and I got space here, so I'll use it.

I seriously didn't expect for this story to get to it's 17th chapter! I was expecting it to end at the eh... 11th chapter. but i didn't end it. I was gonna have chapter 10 labled, "Funeral" and chapter 11 labled, "Afterword". I think you know what the funeral was for. But I kept Two-Bit up and alive for you all! Thank you all for your support and comments. They really made me keep the story going. And I wanna thank ya fir the support when I was hit with the stuipd car. I know it was a while ago, but it made me feel good that people want me alive to type the stories. Woo! I love typing these and I hope you stick with them till the end.

Love, Tracie G. (AKA: Ace)

"Why'd you do it?"

"Cause I was depressed..." Kendra sat up to look at her brother, Two-Bit. He was wearing a gown over his boxers and was in a wheel-chair.

"Who got you depressed?"

"Steve..."

"Why him? What'd he do?"

"Stop asking all these questions!" she yelled at him, making him freeze. He drummed his fingers on his stomach, finding them making it hard to breathe.

"Don't yell at me. I didn't do anythin' to deserve it..." he told her. She cocked an eyebrow at him. But he was right, he didn't do anything to deserve it. She sighed.

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't worry bout it."

"So you're alright, Keith?" Kendra asked, looking right at him.

"Kind of..."

"What do you mean, kind of?"

"I'll tell you later. Are you okay?" he avoided the question. Kendra looked at him, frowning. "I heard you got your stomach pumped..." he said, rubbing the back of his head, "Glad the boy ain't hurt... glad you ain't hurt."

"Yeah..."

"Just random question... how long have you been... you know, pregnant?"

"A month... and a few weeks..." she said, "You must of noticed me being a bit bigger, right?"

"Yeah... noticed it a few weeks ago. I didn't bring it up, but I noticed it."

"Then why did you... freak out?"

"Cause I just didn't want to believe it." Then, he rolled his chair backwards an turned to the door. "Oh, and I did find your pregnancy test in the bathroom one day." he added as he left. The doctor wasn't there when he got out. He looked down the hall one way, down the other, and still didn't see him. "Where's my room...?" he asked himself, going down one hallway. What he didn't know was, he was going to wrong way. "I need a mechanical wheel-chair, man... this thing hurts my arms..." But being Two-Bit, he had to do something to entertain himself. Alrighty..., he thought, let's pop a wheelie... He went all the way to the window, turned around, and stared at the empty hallway. Then, he went forward and caught speed as he went. Once half way down the hall, he shifted all of his weight to the left side, lifting the right wheel up. He made it all the way down to the end of the hall before he ran into something... well, someone. His wheel snagged the carpeted area of the waiting room and he lunged forward out of his chair into Dally. Both of them fell onto the floor, both grunting.

"Keith Two-Bit Matthews, what are you doing?" he yelled at Two-Bit, who was laughing hysterically.

"Doing a wheelie." he answered, still laughing. Dally looked up at him, a bit sifter than before.

"You okay? You not hurt or anything?"

"Hell, Dallas, if I was hurt, I wouldn't be laughing my ass off."

"True. Can you stand up?"

"Dunno, didn't try yet." Dally grinned and pushed off Two-Bit. He got up, then reached down and pulled Two-Bit to his feet. Two-Bit squinted as his weight was shifted to his feet. Dally noticed and quickly put him back in his chair.

"Did that hurt?"

"N... yeah... It did."

"Is there something with your legs?"

"Lets go talk to the doc. He'll know." Two-Bit said, wheeling him self the opposite way of the room. Dally snagged onto the handle and pulled him backwards.

"Wrong way, man."

"Oops..."