My Baby

Disclaimer - I don't own High School Musical. I only own this plot and additional characters. So, yeah.

A/N - I know what you're thinking. I am supposed to be somewhere right now. And I am. I'm in Georgia visiting some relatives for Christmas and I took my mom's lap top so I could type this up. I don't know about any other stories since I'm supposed to be spending time with family. Plus, my mom hates it when I'm on the computer, and would probably blow a load if she caught me now while I'm supposed to be having family time. Well, not now becaise it's twelve in the morning, but late on in the day time. Also, I wasn't too happy with reviews. I got only two, but I guess I only gave you guys a day, so it should be expected. So, anyway, enjoy. Oh, and sorry for any mistakes. I don't have any time to fix or proff-read.

People never really gave much thought into how they'd die. Would it be disease? An accident? Or possibly by projectile piercing unbearably into your fragile skin? There were so many possibilities and Gabriella's thoughts were currently set on the latter. Another deadly shot rung out in the dense air as Troy drove, or more so zoomed, down the street. The little amount of cars surprised Gabriella, but that was good. They'd be in an accident by now if there were more. The projectile hit the rear end of the car, causing a startled scream to tumble from Sophia's lips at the disturbing noise. "Sophia, get down," Gabriella ordered, her fear for her daughter's life greatened. Sophia obliged without hesistation. She fell onto the floor of the car just as another bullet came rushing through the back window.

"Shit, alright, hold on," Troy ordered and the next second they were swerving, making a sharp U-turn. For a brief second, Gabriella's eyes met Eric's. He was surprised by their sudden movement, but that didn't stop him from shooting again. He missed the car by an inch and Troy drove quickly away.

"Fuck," Eleyna muttered. She sent the car in reverse, then turned it around. Troy, Gabriella and Sophia were already around a corner, their hopes high. But as soon as they saw the sharp red tint of Eleyna's car, the hope was crushed. "How did they find us in the first place?" Troy said. Gabriella shrugged meekly, unable to find her voice. Police sirens were heard in the distance and Gabriella and Troy shared a look. They obviously couldn't stop, but with the police nearby, that was a good thing.

Sophia picked her head up and she peered out the window, trying to see ebhidn them. She was surprised to see their car speeding up to their's, almost next to each other. "Mama! They're right next to us." The car jerked to a stop as Eleyna and Eric whizzed past them. Troy smirked and turned the corner. The three were surprised to see the McLaren behind them only a minute later. "They're tracking us," Gabriella decided. "That has to be it. There's no possible way that they would just guess and find us. We have to ditch the car."

"Yeah, sure. Once we loose them first," Troy said. Then, he smiled. "I have a plan. Sophia, lay tight and Gabriella, hold on." Gabriella swallowed tightly and jumped as a bullet she the back window again.

They were nearing a dead-end. Well, really it was a stack of tins closed behind a fence. Fear creeped up Gabriella's spine when they didn't slow down. "Troy, you don't know what are in those cans," Gabriella said uneasily. Troy nodded. "Just oil. There's a road after it. If we ram the fence down, we'll knock the tins over and that'll stop them for a moment." Gabriella didn't even get a word in. The car rammed into the fence, knocking it over and sending oil spraying and splashing and spilling, then the tins and they made it successfully. Gabriella and Sophia turned to see what had happened to Eric and Eleyna. They tried to go the other way and avoid the obvious obstical, but they hit the building instead. "Thank God," Gabriella groaned. Troy turned a corner and parked them behind a gas station. He turned off the car and the three sat there in silence for a moment.

"We have to move," Gabriella said, breaking the silent nature. She slipped out of the car, then helped Sophia out. Troy sighed and slammed the door as he exited. "Where will we go?" Sophia asked timidly, her head resting on Gabriella's shoulders.

"We should call the cops," Gabriella spoke, and Troy shook his head.

"What will they do? They say they'll handle it, but they never do. If they did, we wouldn't have almost gotten killed. There's a motel around here. But we don't have any money." Gabriella shook her head and pulle dopen the car door. She set Sophia down and then reache dinto the car, under the seat, and then returned with a wallet full of cash. "For emergencies," she explained to Troy's baffled face. He smiled and they fell into a silent walk. The night was silent and still. Cars breezed past them and by the time they hit the motel, it was a little past five in the morning.

"We'd like a room, please," Troy said walking up to the counter and handing out some money. The woman quirked an eyebrow at their sleepy, pajamed forms before shrugging. "Two bedroom or one?"

Troy looked back at Gabriella who held up one finger. "One," he said to the woman. She nodded, took the money, typed something into her old computer, and then handed them a key. "Enjoy your stay." Troy took the key, muttered a small thank you, then left with Gabriella and Sophia. "Is this our new home, mommy?" Sophia asked tiredly as they walked into the rickety, old motel room.

"No, baby," Gabriella said. "This is just temporarily. You sleepy?" Sophia nodded and Gabriella laid her down on the bed. Sophia slipped under the covers and Troy and Gabriella joined her, all huddled together in the cold room. "I know what's happening," Sophia said. "I don't want to die."

"You won't have to," Troy told her. "Just go to sleep, okay? It'll be better soon, we promise."

Sophia held up her little pinkie. "Pinkie promise?"

Troy latched his pinkie around her's and smiled. "Yeah. Pinkie Promise."

Troy was on his back, his eyes following a cockroach on the ceiling. When he applied for his teaching job and met all of the kid's and their parents, he didn't even come close to expecting to fall in love with one of the pairs and he definitely didn't expect to be risking his life to save them. But of course, the future always brought on unexpected surprises. Troy Bolton's life had never been exciting. But this was something to remember. He felt some shifting and adverted his gaze away from the bug to Gabriella's wide, dark eyes. "A penny for your thoughts?" Gabriella asked softly. Troy shrugged his shoulders and sighed. "How about a dollar?" He shifted so he was on his side. "This is just so...weird, you know? I never thought my life would be like a movie. Falling in love witha gorgeous woman and her daughter. Running with them away from her physco ex-boyfriend and this woman I've never met. My life has always been plain. Nothing extra or weird. Just...plain."

"I wonder what would happen if I never met Eric," Gabriella admitted softly. "There's a lot of things that I would hate. I'd never have had Sophia. Or meet all of my friends and you. And so, I don't regeret it."

"And I don't regret helping you," Troy said softly. Gabriella smiled at him and reached forward, her small fingers sinking in his hair as she scratched his scalp lightly. "I love you." Her face inched closer to his and he smiled.

"I love you, too." Their lips met in a sweet, passionate kiss. It was slow, both watching their actions knowing that Sophia was right next to them. Their tongues danced, caressed briefly, before they both pulled back. Gabriella smiled and tapped her nose against his softly. "You really think we'll survive this?"

"I know we will. Now get some sleep."

They had managed to escape the police, but as soon as Eric and Eleyna, livid from the messed up car and being set back, came around the corner, and to the back of the gas station, they were more than surprised to see that the car was unoccupied. Eric cursed loudly, kicking the boot of Troy's car. "Damnit!"

"A motel or hotel would likely be where they are," Eleyna answered coolly, although she was exploding on the inside. Eric nodde din agreement and they jumped back into the car, swerving down the street in search for the closest motel. There was one only a few blocks away. Old and run down, probably with hardly any service. Eric and Eleyna exited the car and moved smoothly into the peach-colored building. "Hello," the lady said. "How are you?" Eleyna smiled as she held up a fake police card ID. The woman's eyebrows rose. "Uh, officer?"

"We're looking for some people," Eleyna explained, quickly putting the badge in her pocket. The woman nodded for her to go on. "A child. Four years old, small, brown hair and blue eyes. A woman. Dark hair, brown eyes. And a man, brown hair, blue eyes. Have they checked into this place?"

The woman narrowed her eyes at the couple. "Uh, I hope you don't mind me asking, but where are your uniforms?" Eleyna sighed, irritated. She pinched the bridge of her nose with her index finger and thumb, then rose dark eyes to the woman. "Alright. Fine, you got us." A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips and she pulled the gun from her back pocket. The woman gasped and jerked back, but Eric was alreayd jumping over the desk, grabbing her arm as he held his gun to ehr temple. "Where are they?"

"R-room B-36. P-please don't ki—" The woman fell silent, dead, when Eric pulled the trigger and the bullet ran through her head. He let her fall and then Eleyna and Eric were moving, running quicly up the steps and towards the room. Inside, the trio was snuggled together, sleep and restless. "Can you pick the lock?" Eric asked, pulling the safety back on his gun. Eleyna smirked slyly. "Excuse me, have we just met? Of course I can." She pulled a bobby pin from her hair and jammed it into the lock, twisting it until the door clicked open. The couple shared a triumphant smile as they walked forward into the room, towering over the three.

"Aw, man, this is classic," Eleyna said. She nudged Troy's shoulder with the butt of her gun and he stirred. "Pretty boy, time to get up." Troy's eyes blinked open, staring bemusedly up at Eleyna before his eyes widened and he shoot up. Eleyna smirked and pointed her gun at him. "Get up," she demanded, and Troy obliged. He stood, his hands raised in defense. "Thought you could really outsmart us, Troy?" She let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, I can't wait to shoot a bullet through your little girlfriend's pretty head."

"Now, wait," Eric said. "I have to have my fun with her first, alright?"

Eleyna narrowed her eyes. "Fine, whatever. God, I don't know how you can stand being close to the little whore anyway." While they talked, it was used as a good distraction. Troy tackled Eleyna to the ground, ducking his head as she pulled the trigger. The sound rattled the room, jolting Gabriella and Sophia awake. When they saw the scene unfolding, Eric grabbing Troy up and pressing his gun into his forehead, Gabriella screamed. Eleyna turned her gun on her and Sophia and Gabriella grabbed Sophia, hugging her close. Sophia closed her eyes, remembering that guns were bad and people who used them wrong were bad. "Aw, how sweet," Eric cooed, pressing the cold metal harder against Troy. "Sophia, you remember me, baby?"

"Mommy said don't talk to bad people," Sophia squeaked out and Eric snarled. Gabriella moved in front of Sophia, her eyes switching back between Eleyna and Eric. Then everyone's eyes were switching to the door as a man came running to the open door. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could get anything out, Eric turned his gun towards him, pulling the trigger and watching in satisfatction as the shot went straight into his mouth, leaving a gaping whole in the back of his head. The man fell, blood leaking from his mouth and Sophia closed her eyes tight, whimpering.

Troy took that as another distraction. He lunged forward, this time knocking the gun from Eric's hands. He threw punches at Eric and Eleyna ran to him, ready to shoot. Gabriella quickly hopped up and snagged the gun. Before Eleyna could do anything, Gabriella was holding the barrel of the gun between her shoulder blades. Eleyna stopped. Troy stopped. Everything stopped. "If you shoot, I will, too," Eleyna muttered. Gabriella looked at Sophia. Sophia stared back at her with wide eyes and Gabriella nodded her head towards the lamp. Sophia seemed to understand and she grabbed the lamp with both hands, jerking it back before throwing it forward. It hit Eleyna in the head, causing her to tumble over onto her side. Gabriella grabbed Eleyna's gun and held one gun at her, then one at Eric.

"You're not going to shoot," Eric said, smirking. "You're not strong enough. You're too good for that, aren't you?"

"Just shut up," Gabriella said, feleing dizzy.

"You were never strong. Man, it felt good beating the crap out of you. Remeber that time when you were fifteen? You tried to fight back, but in the end won. Your virginity, too."

"Stop!" Gabriella demanded. Her finger trrembled as it hovered over the trigger. "It felt good slamming, pounding into that tight, little p—" Eric's sentence broke off with a scream of agony as another shot rippled through the room. Gabriella gasped, the guns dropping as she looked at the wound on Eric's shoulder. It only whizzed past his skin, but it did enough damage. Troy jammed his fist down into Eric's face and Gabriella looked at Eleyna. She was reaching for the gun, but Gabriella reached for her wrist, twisting it. Eleyna glared at the younger girl and then let out a bitter laugh. "If you think you can beat me, you have another thing coming, princess." Gabriella threw a punch at Eleyna and Eleyna grunted. Gabriella garbbed the gun, then swung it at Eleyna's face, making her fall unconscience.

Troy backed off of Eric and he ran to grab Sophia. Gabriella grabbed the guns, and then the three were off. The police were just arriving as they ran out into the halls. People were down in the lobby, having heard the shots and scared. "Hey!" a police officer, the sheriff, most likely, yelled as the three came running down the steps. Blood was staining their shirt and skin, probably an obvious give-away that they were apart of this. "Put the child down," he said slowly. "And drop all of your weapons."

"She's my daughter," Gabriella explained. "There's two physcos upstairs, room B36, and they're physcos who've been trying to kill us. And there's one who escaped from jail."

"Jefferson, Watson, Henry—upstairs," Sheriff demanded. "You two, come here." Troy handed Sophia Gabriella and then Gabriella and Troy followed their directions, walking towards the officer. "Drop the guns." Gabriella dropped the weapons and the officer picked them up. "And put the child down, please."

"She's my daughter," Gabriella said, holding Sophia closer.

"Ma'am, please. I don't want to force anything on you two."

"Sir," one of the officers bellowed as they came running down the steps. "There's no one up there. Just some blood."

Sheriff turned back to the two, his eyes narrowing. "I want you two to explain everything. The truth, this time."

"We're telling the truth!" Troy said, furious. "My name is Troy Bolton and this is Gabriella Montez. She was abused by her boyfriend for several years before he went to jail and he came looking after her and her daughter. He almost succeeded, but then was sent to jail. Then he escaped and was out looking for them again. Now they're out there, ready to attack and you don't believe us?"

"Troy, calm down," Gabriella said softly.

Sheriff nodded at her. "Ma'am, please put the child down." Gabriela sighed and kissed Sophia's temple. Sophia lifted her head and looked at her mom, her eyes red from crying and her face pale. "Eveything will be okay, Soph," Gabriella said softly, running a hand down her face. Sophia nodded and Gabriella let her down. The sheriff studied the two, seeing the similarities instantly. He nodded and pulled out a pad. "Tell me everything, please." And Gabriella did. Troy came in witha few things, too, and Sophia nodded her head in agreement. Maybe, just maybe, everything wold be alright.

Wow, hm, that was nore action packed than I expected. This story is truning into something I didn't expect, but I guess it's okay. Sometimes my fingers type what's going to be next instead of my brain and I just keep going and going and going. Anyway, I hoped you liked it.

Thanks!-Brittany