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Jane's lower back ached as she carefully stacked the dirty glasses onto the tray she was holding; she was now 6 months pregnant and was more than showing and she always felt the strains of her pregnancy at the end of a long shift like the one she was nearly completing.

Having found herself back on earth she was promptly dishonourably discharged from Star Fleet.

Without many options Jane had and did consider herself lucky to have found this job; waiting tables at an Italian cafe that was owned by a lovely old couple, who not only gave Jane a job but allowed her to rent the small apartment over the cafe.

Having been discharged from Star Fleet and with all of her friends having taken Spock's side and with her family spread out over the known universe (her mum was Engineering chief on a star ship; her brother was settled on a lab somewhere out in the black) and not really having a good relationship with them to begin with; a relationship that was now strained to breaking point over her supposed 'bad' behaviour, Jane had found herself completely alone until she had met Mr and Mrs DeLuca.

She had even considered having an abortion; how was she supposed to even contemplating having a baby when she was broke, friendless and without any options what with Star Fleet black listing her so that not many business would hire an disgraced ex captain.

But then she had met the DeLuca's and they had promptly taken her under their wing as they first hired her then set Jane up in the tiny apartment she now called home.

A part of her still wondered however if she was doing the right thing going through with this pregnancy? What did she really have to offer this child except for her love? She knew for certain that this child would have no father. Spock had made that perfectly clear.

She had after trying to repeatedly contact Spock – and after even sending him her pregnancy scans and tests only to get them returned to her obviously unopened and unread – being finally told by Star Fleets and by Spocks own lawyers to cease and desists or face harassment charges.

Spock had not even had the decency to tell her himself. He had just let lawyers do his dirty work; a bonus of being a rich ambassadors son.

But she loved her baby, she had loved it since the moment she had accepted the fought against truth that she was pregnant during her long voyage back to earth.

It didn't mean however that the whole being pregnant and kicked to the curb by the love of her life was not hard.

She still had to swallow hard and fight back the heartbreaking pain she felt every time she went to the doctors for a scan, or to attend a pre natal class or even when she just sat on a park bench and saw happy families and expectant parents everywhere.

The worst pain came however when she saw happy expectant daddies to be doting on their glowing partners giving them the support she was so desperately lacking.

She doubted she glowed. She was working too hard and was too exhausted to do much more than go home at night and force herself to eat a meal - more for the baby sake than any true desire – before crawling into bed and sleep

Sleep that was restless and interrupted by dreams of her ex bondmate, dreams of Spock - dreams that would leave her furious at herself, furious because despite everything she still loved the man who had basically thrown her away like a piece of discarded rubbish.

A man who had not loved her enough to even believe for more than a minute (or one test)that she was not capable of what he was accusing her of.

A man who had once pledged to love her forever, a man who had assured her that their bond was unbreakable, that he would never leave her like so many people before him had.

She tried to ease the pain of his betrayal by telling herself that it was Spock that would be missing out, it was Spock who would never get to hold his daughter, watch her grow up and share in her life.

Because she was through trying to convince him of her innocent, even after the birth when she could use DNA for definitive proof she would not bother. Spock did not deserve his daughter.

Spock did not deserve her, Jane. Spock could rot in hell and if she ever saw him again she would tell him so.

So what if she still loved him? She would bury her feelings for him so deep inside her they would never see the light of day again.

Interrupted by Mrs DeLuca who approached her to take the tray she was holding "Jane" the older lady said kindly "You look exhausted, dear, why don't you finish and go put your feet up"

"Thanks" Jane smiled "But I have another Doctors appointment in 30 minutes. They are going to confirm the child's genetic profile"

Including the species ratio; Jane was looking forward to having proof that she was having Spock's baby even if nobody would ever see it bar her.

"Hello Jane, how are we today" The gray headed doctor asked kindly.

"Good" Jane smiled "The little one has been kicking a lot of late but it is nice to know she is so strong"

"As she should be" Dr Peterson smiled as she looked at Jane's and the babies test results "What with a 60 percent Vulcan makeup"

"60 percent" Jane's eyebrows shot up high "That high?"

"Vulcan genes tend to be dominant" The doctor explained "First generation hybrids tend to be anywhere from 80-94 percent where second generation hybrids like your little girl tend to have about 45 -70 percent Vulcan genetic traits."

So that was that, Jane could not help but think smugly, definite proof; what with Spock being the only Vulcan (half breed or not) on the Enterprise at the time of conception. Not even Spock could accuse her of being pregnant with a nonexistent Vulcan lover!

It was bittersweet however; being validated as such but not being able to throw it in the faces of those who had accused her so falsely; the Enterprise was not returning from its 5 year mission for another 2 months .

As for Star Fleet they could go fuck themselves.

She was through with her former life; Spock, Pike, Bones... they had only proved what she had already known: the only person who you can depend on in this life, the only person who would never leave you is you.