Disclaimer: I don't own either series. Just some entertainment for you guys.

Warnings: Language. Body changes/functions regarding pregnancy, implied violence/violence.

Word Count: 3,431

AN: As always, enjoy!

Chapter 25: Only girl in the world.

"What about...Aurora?"

"Hmm...a little too Disney princess."

"So no Ariel?"

"Ha ha. No and no Jasmine either."

"Then how about a Jessica?"

Clary pulled a face. "No."

Simon rattled off a list of names. "Rebecca, Lindsey, Sally, Patty, Kelly, Sandy, Lisa, Matilda, Jamie, Zoe, Claire-"

"Only some of those are nice." Clary laughed, holding up a hand. "No, thanks but no thanks."

Simon raised up both his hands. "Ok ok, just a suggestion."

"Noted." Clary said.

Clary shivered and Simon got up, handing her a blanket that rested on the chair. She took it with a nod of thanks and wrapped it around herself. She cleared her throat. The paled, gesturing for the trash can. Simon handed it to her and she promptly threw up. Simon winced and rubbed her back. Jocelyn padded into the room as Clary started a fresh wave of retching. Her mother made a little croon and went to their side. She placed a hand on her daughter's back.

"I know, baby, I know. It'll be over soon."

Clary lifted her head up. "How do you know?" she snapped.

"Usually at the three month mark, the morning sickness abates."

"...Oh."

Clary gulped and retched again. Jocelyn threaded her hand through Clary's shorn hair. Clary leaned into the touch and her eyes fluttered shut. They stayed silent for a few minutes. Simon didn't move and smiled at the way that Jocelyn's eyes softened at her daughter.

"It'll pass." Jocelyn said. She continued. "You need a hospital. Even if nothing is wrong, just to be sure. I can't remember much, but-"

"Doesn't matter." Clary said.

Jocelyn blinked, pulling back to look at Clary. Simon frowned.

"I know its been a few weeks-"

Clary snorted. "Do you really think-"

The door opened. Sam, Dean, and Bobby walked through, dirty and rumpled. Bobby set down his shotgun on the kitchen table and began to clean it just as Dean shucked off his shoes. Sam opened up his laptop and eased himself into a chair. Simon's frowned deepened.

"I thought Magnus and Isabelle went with you?"

Bobby jerked his thumb in the direction of the door.

"Still by the car. Speaking of, where's Alec and the others?" he asked.

"Alec is in the yard, Chuck's upstairs, and who knows where Cas and Gabriel went." Simon said. "W-what's it like out there?"

Bobby sighed. "Government's doing all it can, what with martial law imposed an' all. Still ain't enough checkpoints to curb the spread."

Dean raised a glass. "Merry Christmas."

Simon raised an imaginary one in reply. Clary straightened, stomach stilled enough to do so, and she fiddled with the trashcan. Jocelyn took it from Clary and prepared to throw it out. Clary and Simon's faces twisted as they watched Jocelyn tie the bag off inside the can and pull it free. She stepped out of the room and Clary twisted her head to look over to watch Dean pour himself another drink. She frowned but didn't speak, as she took in the new tightness around his eyes and the way his shoulders kept stiff even as he stole glances at Sam and Cas.

"Besides." Clary continued, despite Jocelyn no longer being in the room, "What hospital could take me, what with the whole croatoan thing trying to take over the country."

Dean took a hard gulp. "Yeah."

Simon cleared his throat. "Well it could be worse."

Dean glowered at him but Simon didn't drop his gaze down until the front door banged open just as Jocelyn returned with the empty garbage can. Isabelle and Magnus hurried into the kitchen, arms cluttered with bags. Jocelyn dodged out of their way.

"Hey someone get Alec." Isabelle called.

Magnus set down another plastic grocery bag. "They only had the cheese filled ones." he called out to no one in particular.

Magnus strode out the back door, returning a few minutes later with Alec. The young nephilim was pink cheeked and bright eyed as he followed the warlock into the house. His eyes widened as he took in the state of the kitchen. Isabelle kept pulling miniature trees out of the bags amidst the empty beer cans and wire beside a wreath. The wreath itself was almost completely covered with the beer cans, a little red bow tied uneven at the top. She raised an eyebrow.

"The hell is this?"

Sam peered over to follow her gaze. "Oh that. Yeah I...uh..."

Dean lifted his head up and walked slowly into the kitchen. When his sight lay onto the beer can wreath, his laughter was forced out with a surprised huff. He rounded on Sam.

"Really?"

Sam rubbed the back of his neck, little laugh as he met Dean's gaze. Dean held it, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"So where you boys gonna hang this?" Bobby asked.

Dean cleared his throat. "Oh, uh how about in the foyer?"

Bobby gave a little nod. "Alright. It'll be right at home next to that stuffed jackalope." he said.

Simon and Sam grinned as Dean burst out laughing. Bobby's eyes crinkling as he watched them. Isabelle held up a hand.

"That's not all." she said.

Isabelle's hands rustled around in the bag and took out a menorah, long golden stems tapering up into the candle holders. Simon's grin widened.

"You didn't." he said.

"Hey we celebrate diversity in this house." Clary piped up.

Simon laughed. "Good thing you do or else we can't hang out anymore." Laughing at his own joke, he gave Clary a hug. "Seriously thanks so much guys."

Sam cleared his throat and Dean spoke up.

"Speaking of diversity," Dean raised his voice, held tilted up to the sky. "Hey, Cas get your feathery ass down here. You can't leave us hangin' for Jesus's birthday."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Actually that's-"

"A good point."

Cas appeared in the middle of the living room, trenchcoat as rumpled as ever, a prerning Gabriel a moment behind him.

"You rang?" Gabriel drawled.

Sam cut off Dean's remark before it could start. "Yeah we did." Sam said.

Gabriel shrugged and stayed back a pace as Jo found some matches for the menorah as Dean took the beer can wreath into the foyer. Bobby and Jocelyn started laying out plates onto the table, Ellen grabbed some beers from the fridge as Clary and Cas set up the chairs. Chuck wandered down the stairs, rubbing his eyes and taking an offered drink from Ellen.

They gravitated towards Simon, who lit the first taper and Clary's heart twisted as Simon's face was bathed in a tiny golden candlelight. His eyes shone, almost too gleaming to be real. His lips so full and pink that he reminded her of one of those exotic flowers that bloomed in the fervid heat. She suppressed a shudder, focusing on his steady breaths as she continued to stare into the flames winking on the sleek menorah. For the moment,she paid no mind to how the others stole glances at each other, or the way the light flickered across their faces, throwing shadows about the eyes and cheekbones. Clary swiped away the tears from her eyes. She'd be damned if she didn't get a clear picture of this.

Simon straightened up, clapping his hands and just like that, the spell was broken. They all started talking again. Beers went around as Magnus made little firework figurines, popping and crackling as they danced about the room. Clary was pretty sure it was Bobby who turned on the radio, since he scowled as Gabriel sang over the carols with his own naughty versions of the songs.

It dwindled down after a couple of hours or so. Alec passed out, practically in Magnus's lap.

The warlock wasn't much better off, his fingers stroked Alec's scalp with a smile on his face. Cas watched Isabelle, Dean, and Jo play cards as Bobby snored in his chair. Sam appeared lost in thought, nursing a whiskey as Jocelyn and Ellen spoke to each other in hushed whispers. Simon lay on the couch, watching Gabriel fiddle with a knife that probably came from one of Bobby's drawers. Chuck yawned. Clary went over to him and he did a little take as she approached. Chuck scrambled out of the chair and gestured for her to take it. She plopped down into it with a sigh. Clary regarded him for a moment.

"Can you do something for me?" she asked.

"Uh...ok?"

"Can you get me a notebook and a pen please?"

SPNTMI

As Christmas passed, New Years passed in much the same way. In such a short span of time, Clary's notebook filled up to a third of its pages and she finally began to show. Another checkpoint in Kentucky fell and the circles around Dean's eyes grew deeper. It wasn't until March that they saw Gabriel again. He appeared just as the frost on the ground beaded into water, showing up just as Sam handed Dean a socket wrench as they fixed one of Bobby's clunkers.

"Ye' verily, I bring great tidings of whatever!"

Dean's head shot up, banging into the underside of the car's hood. He dropped the wrench with a shout.

"Son of a bitch."

"A little ya." Gabriel said.

Dean glowered at the shorter man. "Tidings of what?"

Gabriel shrugged. "It's just fun to say."

Sam stiffened, looking up at Gabriel through thick eyelashes. He clenched his fists for a moment and then relaxed them. His head shot up and he stared at Gabriel, who was not looking in his direction, but smirking at Dean. Sam almost scowled at the expression, yet something in him grew calm and he straightened up, stretching with a grunt. Gabriel's eyes flickered to him for a second, smirk still in place. Sam wanted to huff but didn't.

"I'm borrowing him." Sam said. "Scuse' us."

Sam grabbed Gabriel's wrist, yanking the shorter man behind him to the point that Gabriel had to stride just to keep up. Ignoring Dean's shouts, the man tugged on Gabriel's arm again. Sam led him past rotting and rusting cars to a tree stump. He patted the surface of the stump.

"Pop a squat."

Gabriel frowned but sat down. Sam squatted down to his level, haunches scarping the surface of the stump. His shoulder brushed Sam and the motion made Sam turn his head.

"So." he said.

"So." Gabriel mimicked.

Sam shivered in his jacket and Gabriel raised an eyebrow. Sam scowled as he felt the flush creeping into his face.

"Really what did you want to talk about?"

Sam cleared his throat. "I...uh realized that I haven't thanked you for Bobby." At Gabriel's raised eyebrow, he continued. "Really. You didn't have to do that. I know you just give me a pragmatic answer, but still. It means a lot to me and Dean-and Bobby of course, but he'd die before admitting that." Sam laughed. "You know, I gotta say, I'm actually kinda proud of you."

Then, feeling very stupid, Sam fiddled with the zipper on his jacket. Out of the corner of his eye he could have sworn that he saw a hectic splotch of pink across Gabriel's cheeks.

"Suit yourself." he said. "Whatever, I was just trying to get in your pants." he scoffed.

Gabriel leans forward and for one wild moment, Sam thinks he'll kiss him again. It doesn't happen, but he flushes all the same. It feels like someone has turned a stove on beneath his skin. He knows-knows he must be tomato red by now. He clenches his teeth until Gabriel backs out of his personal space. Sam sucks in a breath, body buzzing as he twists forward, and tugs on Gabriel's jacket to pull him down.

Sam presses his lips hard over Gabriel's, feeling the surprised huff of breath against his mouth. Gabriel's lips part and its a sudden clash of lips, teeth, and tongue. Sam tugs Gabriel by the jacket and he tumbles into Sam, steadying himself by gripping Sam's shoulders with a tight press of hands. Sam teeters on the stump as Gabriel adjusts his weight so that he is sitting directly in the hunter's lap. Sam breathes through his nose, not breaking the kiss as he runs his hands up and down Gabriel's back. Sam leans too far to the left and nearly topples. His hands shoot out, gripping the sides of the trunk to steady himself. Gabriel pulls back with a gasp.

"About time Winchester."

Gabriel's eyes seem far more gold than they did a second ago and they are heavy lidded as he parts his lips, pink tongue darting over his mouth. Sam shuddered at the stare that was being leveled at him, a flash of heat running through his whole body at that look. Gabriel was already breathing hard.

"Shut up." Sam said, already out of breath.

Sam leaned forward and kissed him again. Sam didn't know how long they stayed there and he didn't care.

SPNTMI

It was April and Clary's hair was beginning to grow back as he belly swelled. She continued to eat her banana as she, Magnus, and Alec watched Simon speak with the projected form of Camille Belcourt in Bobby's barn. A car rested in the center of the space, hood still fresh from its tune up. Alec and Magnus exchanged looks as Simon continued the round of verbal sparring.

"Look, these are our allies so there's no need for our talks to be private-"

"Are they?" Camille cut in.

Simon actually growled. "Yes. Yes they are. Look, if we don't work together, we'll never survive."

"Your definition of together-ness is alarming. Praetor Scott is still choking at the implication of partnering with vampires."

"Well we knew he'd be like that, but come one. I'm mean Jordan is ok with it-"

Camille laughed. "A lone werewolf's trust does not fill me with warmth. On the contrary, it fills me with dread. To know that you would side with our enemies just to prove a point."

"I'm not trying to prove a point, I just-"

"Want all of us under your thumb-"

"No. What I want is for us all to get along, at least reasonably well." As Camille opened her mouth, he held up a hand. "Which isn't gonna happen if we don't work together. If that happens-"

This time Camille did interrupt. "What? Hunters will come kill us all? It sounds as though you intend to keep us checked in as the nephilim once did, kill us when we cross those invisible lines." A scowl flitted over her features. "However that did not bode well for them. If you play at being one of them, it'll end badly for us all. You most of all. What we need now is a leader who will protect their own, not ideals."

Simon frowned. The corners around his eyes tightened and she shook his head. "When you try to protect someone or something you usually end up hurting someone else, but if don't have any ideals than what do you have? Still, is it worth harming others for what you believe to be right, but how do you protect what you care about without hurting what others' care about?"

Camille pursed her lips, eyes shining as she squared her shoulders. There was no smile on her face as she talked. "You speak of ideals, of things that matter to you, and the respective worth of your enemies. You are far too kind to be in control of this clan." She sighed. "Part of growing up is realizing how helpless you are."

Simon reeled back, blinking rapidly for a moment to fix her with a look of sadness. He shook his head and when he stared at her next, his eyes had gone hard.

"What you want and what you have to do are two separate things." Simon said. His voice shook for a moment and then steadied. "I thought that was what I was doing while I let you use me. I didn't know what to do so I let you use me and it was wrong of me. I'll never get to take that back. So now, I'm going to fix it-it's probably wrong but I won't let you do whatever you want anymore." Simon pulled back his bangs, baring his forehead so that the wanderer's mark blazed along his brow. He ignored Camille's intake of breath, continuing. "From now one, you take orders from me. Now you know I have the power to stop you."

Camille narrowed her eyes, baring her teeth. Flipping strands of hair back, she said nothing and dissipated without a word. Simon lowered his hand, bangs falling back to brush his eyes and and he twisted around to see Clary staring at him with wide eyes.

"Did you just..."

Simon nodded. "I think I just did."

SPNTMI

In the same garage, a few weeks later Magnus and Alec lay curled together on the queen sized mattress that was supported by milk crates. Crickets were beginning to sing in the spring air. Bobby had finished maintenance for the day and took calls inside. Alec's smile was soft, despite Mangus not being able to see it from burying his face in the crook of Alec's neck. They did not speak to one another as they let the world that had dropped down to the Singer Salvage pass them by.

Bobby kept manning the phones, keeping a tight circle. Jocelyn joining him in his drives around around Sioux Falls. Together the two began a rapport with the South Dakota civilian militia. The army had yet to come, still trapped in the bible belt.

As Clary's cravings grew stronger, the national broadcasting system shut down. Sam and Dean spent as much of the time as they could branching out along the Kansas line, mostly beside the army reservists. Simon delegated tasks to Camille as the tri-state area exploded into chaos. He tagged along with the Harvelle's or the Winchester's or the Lightwood's. Isabelle kept honing her weapons as Chuck and Clary wrote. Clary now had two notebooks filled with her words. The two of them were sitting on the couch on a cool morning, a glass for each of them. An orange juice for Clary and a screwdriver for Chuck.

"Mm, how's it coming?" Clary asked.

Chuck rubbed his temples. "Ugh...this isn't right. I can see how it goes, but I just can't get the scenes down."

"Yeah?"

Chuck grumbled. "Well yeah, I'm still trying to figure out what to write."

Clary gave a thoughtful hum. "How about the truth?"

Chuck's little laugh settled in Clary's bones. "Believe me, I have. The truth-wart's an all is still a hard thing to see, let alone tell. I-I just don't know if I can do it. Now with the future the way it is now."

"But it's the future." Clary sighed. "Something's you can change, something's you can't. Are you not able to tell the difference at the moment?" she asked.

Chuck frowned, screwing up his face. "Umm, sometimes I guess. Mostly that I can see it whe I close my eyes and I-I just don't want to write it down. Like, if I do that, then it's set in stone."

"It doesn't have to be." Clary said. "When I touched Maellartach..." she let out a shaky breath. "I-I didn't just see. I knew. So that's why I've got these." she held up her notebooks. "See what I can do. No matter what."

Chuck gave another shaky laugh before giving her a genuine smile. He pointed to her chest. "See, this is why you're braver than me."

Clary flushed and looked down. "That can't be true. No, I know its not." She shifted a gaze back to Chuck with bright eyes. "You're so silly."

Chuck choked on his drink, until the two sputtered with laughter, until Clary's notebooks spilled onto the floor. She set down her glass and picked up her notebooks. Sunlight collapsed onto her pages as she flipped back to where she was at. The two wrote on in silence until Clary fell asleep, only waking when Simon put a blanket over her.

"Mmmm."

"Sorry. Didn't mean to wake you." he said.

"It's alright." she stretched, keeping a hand hovering over her belly. "Oh I think I found the perfect name."

"Oh?"

Clary smiled, slow and sweet. "Yeah. Yeah, I think I did."

SPNTMI

TBC...