Jade got the motel room, and everyone was super pumped to spend time like the old days, except Cat. She opted out, wanting some time to herself. The boys walked her to her apartment, making sure everything would be okay, and left to go have bonding time. Cat looked around her apartment, filled with pictures of her adopted family, her friends and herself in school, at their graduation, Sikowitz crying as they drove off to attend Juilliard. Cat smiled to herself, placing a hand on her stomach. "Soon, there will be pictures of you up there, baby," she whispered, talking to her the little baby growing inside of her. She walked into the kitchen, pulling out a package of bacon and cutting it open with Jade's kitchen scissors. While she cooked, she thought to herself, all the memories of her and her sister.

"Jade, they're dead," Cat cried to Jade.

"Cat, they were bastard alcoholics, why are you crying?"

"I don't have a home," she said, looking into her best friend's jade green eyes.

"You can stay with me," Jade responded, pulling her back toward herself.

"Really?"

"Yep, you're going to be my sister."

"Oh my GOD, you like Robbie!" she yelled at Cat, who was sitting blushing on her bed.

"Maybe I do!"

"Cat, this is great, you need to tell him!"

"How?!"

Jade picked up her cell phone, typing in a number. Cat jumped on top of her, demanding what she was doing. Jade smiled as she put the phone to her ear. Cat heard Robbie's voice come over the phone.

"Hello?"

"Cat likes you!" Jade screamed into the receiver.

"She does?!"

"She does!"

"Cat, he cheated on me!" Jade screamed into her pillow, leaving dark stains on the white pillowcase.

"I don't think he did!"

"He did!"

Cat ran over to Jade's bed, pulling back the blankets and lying next to her. She pulled the blankets up to their shoulders, looking her straight in the eyes. "If you really like him, and you believe he likes you, he didn't cheat."

Jade wiped a tear away, smiling. "You really think so?"

"I do."

"What do you mean you're eloping?!"

"Beck asked me to elope with him!"

"You guys are seventeen, you're so young! You're going to leave me?" Cat asked, putting out her pouty lip.

Jade shoved something into her already full suitcase. "I think so," she said, not facing Cat. Cat's eyes filled with tears, trying to get her sister to change her mind. "My mind is made, I'm leaving." So she did, right out the window.

"Come on, it won't be as bad as last time," Cat said hopefully, applying wax to Jade's left eyebrow.

"It better be, or you'll be bald again."

"One, two, three," Cat said, pulling it up, and screaming. "Don't make me bald!"

"Cat!"

As her memories turned from good to bad, she zoned back into reality, hearing the fire alarm. She looked down at the pan, seeing her bacon in little black crisps, smoking and just short of bursting into flames.

"Shit, shit, shit," she said, pulling it off and running it under the sink. She pulled the pan away from the burner, running it under cool water. She frowned, leaving the pan out on the counter. She walked back into her room, sitting down on her bed. Did she really want to move out of the only place she called home? She looked towards Jade's side of the room. The unmade black bed with scissors shoved in the pillowcase. Candles covered the bedside table, along with Jade's alarm clock that she never listened to. Pictures of her and Beck that she hadn't had the time to take down on the plastered white walls. Cat looked down toward her lap to hide her blush, although no one else was around. Did Beck feel the spark too? The feeling that Cat had when he touched her, and that she just wanted to be with him, and only him. Maybe she could take up his offer on living with him and Robbie. That would bring them closer together. Not thinking about it, Cat began lifting things and taking them to her car. She started with smaller things, like books and pictures, putting them in the passenger seat. Then she began moving big things. Her night stand. Her grandmother's jewelry box. Her favorite chair. She was beginning to think she would need to take a second trip, when it hit her. A pain that brought tears to her eyes sparked in her lower back that she was unable to describe. She fell to the floor, unable to think. She looked to her stomach, and began to fear for her child's life. She pulled her phone out of the back pocket of her shorts, dialing Andre's number.

"Hello?"

"Andre," she was barely able to mutter.

"Cat, what's wrong?"

"Pain. Bad pain."

"Where?" he asked, beginning to grow panicked.

"Baby," she whispered, tears streaming down her face.

"Okay, we're on our way over."

Cat lay in a hospital bed sleeping as the wheeled Beck in. He looked her over, making sure everything was all right.

"No promises she'll wake up, Mr. Oliver," the doctor whispered.

"That's all right, I just want to see her."

"Alright, well I'll leave you in here then. If either of you need anything, press the emergency button on her bed."

"Thank you."

The doctor left, leaving Beck alone with the sleeping girl. He brushed his hand against her face, when the spark hit again.

"Gosh dammit."

How could he have so many feelings for his friend all at once? He couldn't deny he always felt something special between he and Cat, but could it have been that the belonged together? He looked up to see Cat staring at him.

"Hey, Cat."

"Hiya."

"How are you feeling?"

"Better, I guess."

"Everything okay with the baby?"

"There is still a heartbeat, so I'd say so," she said with a smile.

"Great," he said, smiling back at her.

He put his hand against hers, and they both pulled back.

"Ummmm, I guess I better go," Beck said, about to wheel himself out.

"Wait."

"What is it? Everything okay?"

"Yeah…It's just…there is no way you don't feel that."

"Feel w-w-what?" Beck stuttered, rubbing his neck like he always did when he was lying.

"Beck, I know this is kind of forward, but I'm awful at keeping secrets, and it may be I'm just a hormonal pregnant girl, but-," she suddenly stopped, as Beck pulled Cat to his lips. He could feel her smile under his lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He moved himself from the wheel chair to her bed, pulling her closer to him.

"I love you, Cat Valentine."

"I love you, Beck Oliver."