Happy New Year! It has been an honor to write this story, especially with all of your support and encouragement. I just want to give a big thanks to TheExperimentor10 and SWinchestersGirl, without them I would have given up this story so long ago.

"Please stop," Gen begged her older brother, standing between him and Bass in the stuffy tunnels under Independence Hall as they fought.

Miles refused to take his eyes off Monroe. "Gen, move." His voice was ragged with exhaustion and dark with purpose. "I don't want to hurt you."

She tensed. The one thing for sure she knows, is that they'd thank her one day for this.

There was three ways she could look at what she was doing:

It was for the baby.

It was for these two jackasses.

It was because she was trying to be a decent person.

Gen liked to think that it's about all three, but the look in their eyes told her that it was so much more. She turned to face Bass who was covered in sweat and still holding his sword at ready. "I'm pregnant...and it's your baby."

Gen entered her room, not daring to speak. She was followed closely by Sebastian who shut the door behind them. The room hadn't been altered, she noticed at first glance, and the large windows were even propped open to overlook the city. And in the distance, she just caught sight of a group of people run across the fields toward the treeline.

"Gen."

The black haired woman bit her lower lip when she felt her jaw clench immediately as she fought off desperate tears which filled her eyes. He reeled her around to face him, and on impact of his gentle touch the tears silently trailed down Gen's cheekbone and settled momentarily on the corner of her pursed lips.

Bass slowly got on his knees in front of her, put both hands on either side of her waist, and leaned his forehead against her stomach. She tried prying his hands away but he held her firmly.

"Hello, little one," He whispered - almost cooed. His fingers pushed aside the hem of her shirt so his lips could brush against her ear and his voice travel directly to the ear of their child. "Daddy's here. And I won't let anyone hurt you."

Gen's eyes firmly shut and she swallowed her sobs."Bass, you're hurting me,"

He stood up quickly, eyeing her with the utmost concentration and taking her hands in his, softly saying, "This is what we've been waiting for, isn't it, Gen? All these years…some proof of what we have."

Almost immediately, hesitancy to bring her child into the world that Monroe built pulsated within Gen's body and she pulled away from him excusing herself to the bathroom, feeling a wetness at the pit of her stomach. All of a sudden her head got heavy though she reached the bathroom with forced composure.

It couldn't be true.

She refused to believe it was true.

His voice replayed in her head. Our baby is dead inside of you.

It was that first yelp of pain and surprise, followed by shattering glass, that made Monroe jump, eyes searching under the bathroom door for movement. "Gen?" He asked, waiting a split second before turning the knob. "Gen!" Without a moment of thought, he kicked the door in, and the sight he saw through the splintered wood was enough to make his eyes widen.

Red.

It curled and snaked across the bathroom floor, slithering down from pale white skin. It settled in a puddle which was smeared by a hand that led all the way up to the whitewashed walls.

He saw her.

Then the boy poised nearby, his face splattered with blood and a stained knife in his grip.

Drawing his sidearm, Bass emptied the magazine into the boy - he couldn't have been twenty.

"Medic!" The words formed on his lips but the amount of force and desperation which went behind his cry echoed into the hall where Baker stood on guard, shaken by the sound of gunshots. The Captain ran in, freezing at the sight of Genevieve sprawled across the bathroom floor, gasping for breath in a pool of her own blood - the window above the sink shattered.

Monroe fell to his knees in the blood, pulling her against him so her back was pressed against his chest, tears of anger in his green eyes as he blindly tried to stop the blood that spilled from her throat. "Baby? Baby, stay with me." Whipping his head back at Baker, he screamed. "Get a medic now!"

Her mouth opened to speak but the words were soon drowning in her own blood, and her body went still in the arms of the man she loved, and hated.

***Little Drops of Poison***

Miles stood against the walls of the rebel encampment that night, staring into the treeline, just waiting for his sister's shadow to appear amidst the boughs. He could hear Rachel and Charlie behind him at the fire, and he sensed Nora with them, but even as he looked at the trees, he couldn't feel his sister.

"Miles," Nora stood beside him, holding out a folded piece of paper. "they caught a Militia runner carrying this for you."

Without a word, Miles unfolded the sheet of paper, recognizing Jeremy Baker's handwriting as he read,

"She's dead. A rogue Militia private slit her throat. Needless to say, Monroe put a bullet through his brain. Shoot first, ask questions later. The medic says the baby died hours before. Lack of oxygen, he said. I'm sorry for your loss, Miles. She didn't deserve to go out that way."

"What's wrong?" His sister in law rubbed soothing circles on his back, curiously looking at the sheet of paper that he folded up in his hands. "Is it Gen?"

Miles turned to face the tent and threw a look at the kerosene lantern, nodding slightly. "Her light's out."