Chapter 3:

Dave: Think About Unrequited Love =

Dave leaned back on the couch humming some obscure tune, and he would glance back at the clock every now and then. The time stood 21:37, 9:37 for anyone who couldn't make the conversion to military time. He looked back at the front door starting to bat at his legs causing an unbalanced tune. Karkat was late. Cool. Didn't matter.

He looked at the table in front of him. Pop, special popcorn, various sweets, pizza, and it all had been sitting out for thirty-seven minutes. No problem. It would be cool. It was always cool. No big deal. Kar just had something else he needed to do. Karkat would show up soon. Then what?

The blonde leaned forward with a frown picking the choice movie off the table. Warm Bodies. The only movie trolls didn't have some shittier version of that Karkat had already seen. The undead on Alternia were a serious problem so there were no movies about them. They were an actual thing apparently. Werid. Finally, there was a knock on the door. Dave flashed over to the fake wood entrance, opening it up with gusto. Karkat simply held out a bag of take out food in front of Dave's face.

"I'm not eating cold ass pizza or shitty popcorn." Dave took the bag of take out with a smirk stepping back just as Karkat pushed in. "Sorry I'm late. Sollux was having some problems. I hope he remembers to fucking eat before he goes to bed." The cancer plopped down on the couch just as Dave shuts the door.

"Is it really that bad with him?" Karkat watched as Dave threw the pizza box on a chair and quickly opened the take out bag.

"Try to understand this, Dave. Sollux has a neat double kink that continues to torment all of us. Not only is he moody, but he's twice as moody. He's not just going through the motions: he is also speeding through each one like a damn bullet. He's upset, he's happy, he's mad, he's screaming, he's depressed, and back to being upset." Dave handed Karkat one of the cartons of cashew chicken taking the sweet and sour for himself. "He's also going through this pregnancy shit faster than he's suppose to, so he has to be eating a ton of food." The rant ended as Karkat stabbed his fork into a bit of chicken, popping it into his mouth.

"Is he happy about expecting kids?" Dave popped some chicken into his own mouth before grabbing up the movie case again and heading towards the TV.

"What do you mean is he happy?" Karkat snapped dumping his rice in with his chicken. "He's pregnant with someone's eggs. What do you think?"

"I mean, does he want to be a parent." Dave pressed play on the movie going back to the couch, sitting next to Karkat, with his food. "I personally don't know much about him, but I know from personal stuff parents don't always want brats."

"I don't know! It's hard to tell with all the mood swings." Karkat threw back sounding rather bitter. "Can we just stop talking about this?" The cancer shoved more food into his mouth with a huff. Dave nodded.

"What about us then?" Karkat raised an eyebrow. "I mean...what if I want kids…" The room filled with a tense air.

"What the fuck do you mean if you want kids?" Karkat yelled. "How the hell does that affect me?"

"Okay that's not what I meant! I meant what if we had kids!" Karkat jerked back a bit.

"IF WE HAD KIDS?!" Dave flinched back this time with a frown.

"Shit, no! I'm just...fuck! Okay what if we got together?" Karkat rolled his eyes.

"What if we got together?" The cancer was already popping more chicken and rice into his mouth.

"Yeah, like dated and stuff." Dave looked down at his food feeling his stomach twist uneasily.

"You'd have to treat me like fucking royalty first of all. Secondly, you'd better make me feel special everyday. Finally, half the dates would have to be spent watching rom-coms." Dave nodded.

"So we are dating then?" Karkat's face went bright red at the question.

"What?!" Dave moved closer to him.

"I treat you like a damn prince half the time, I always notice you smile more with me, and every time we have 'movie night' we watch rom-coms." Dave said in a plain tone.

"We aren't a thing! You're with Terezi!" Karkat shouted in annoyance.

"No, I'm not. You just assume we're a thing because we hang out a lot." Dave smirked a bit enjoying flustering Karkat.

"Fine, you are assuming the same thing about us." Karkat set down his food crossing his arms to appear more annoyed.

"Let me prove you wrong." Dave said smugly

Sollux laid back on his bed, now having to use one since it was becoming harder to get out of his coon, and stared up at his ceiling. It couldn't have been during heat. No. Two months ago he skipped his heat cycle. He felt tears pooling in his eyes again. This was starting to frustrate him. Maybe someone did it while he was asleep? No, that's stupid.

His hands went to his stomach. It was starting to stretch out properly now. It had been a week since his added eating. Sollux felt small stretchmarks starting to form making him feel a bit sick. It was real. This was really happening. He poked at his stomach a bit frowning when he felt something roll. His whole body shuddered at the feeling. He quickly sat up feeling another roll as he did making him nearly throw up.

The gemini gave a small sob as pale yellow tears slid down his cheeks. He felt alone. He felt scared. He felt frail. Both his hands went to his head, sweeping through his hair. This wasn't him! He wasn't this emotional! He wasn't so pathetic. He clenched his teeth to hold back another sob. He didn't want this. This wasn't his choice. He forced himself off the bed, another roll went through his body causing him to crumple to the floor. This time he threw up.

After wiping the bile from his mouth he gave a whine forcing himself up. Another roll. He threw up. Tears streamed down his face. Every step made a small roll. Bile rose in his throat. He kept feeling tear slide down his face. He braced himself against a wall before sliding back down to the floor. More rolling. More bile. More crying.

Eridan smiled as he sent back another message to Feferi. This had been going wonderfully. Over the past week they started seeing each other more and more. Feferi even called two outing dates! He couldn't help but smile widely. For once nothing was happening! For once he could be happy! The thought made him chuckle to himself. He had a chance. A small one but a chance nonetheless.

When he heard the all too familiar sound of his phone going off, Eridan hissed. He plucked the cell up answering in a hiss. He was halted from any rude remarks he had with a growl from the other line.

"Don't even start with me, Ampora. I can't get a hold of anyone right now. Sollux isn't answering my calls an-"

"This is over Captor? No. I'm not doin' a fucking thing for him. For once shit is goin' perfect for me. I'm not letting him come back into my life and fuck this up again." He clicked end call and was happy to hear silence. He wasn't going to give her up this time. Not because of the yellow blood, he wouldn't allow it.

Sollux hit his head against the wall trying to find some sort of get away from the sickness that continued to hit him in waves. Why would someone do this to him? Why did he deserve this? Was it for the game? Had to be. This was his punishment for not saving enough people. He could have saved more. He could have cared a little more: gave a damn about those around him. More tears slid down his face as his thoughts turned to self-hate.

Why should he bother trying? There wasn't a point in it. He had friends sure but if he was living solely to please their guilt ridden minds, was that living? It was a form of it. Not a happy one. Sollux brought his legs as close to his chest as he could get them, rather hard with an extended stomach, and hid his face. He glared his stomach. He didn't ask for this. The faint hiss of psionics filled the room. Could he kill himself?

Hormones, he shook his head, it was all the damn hormones screwing with his head. The sound of his psionics stopped, and he forced himself up from the floor, swallowing his unease with the rolling in his stomach, making his way to the kitchen. He needed to eat again, for the eggs. A slight smile crept onto his lips. His eggs. Even if he never found the other parent, they're his now. They always have been.