Sorry sorry sorry sorry SORRY! D: I can't say how sorry I am that it took so long to update this ... But was being a meanie and not letting me post stuff ... but I am here now :P So, I give you part twelve :D

PREGNANT. PREGNANT. PREGNANT. The word revolved around Crimson's brain. No. There was no way this was happening! It couldn't be!

Flame continued to stare at the small massage on the screen in horror. How? What? Who? Then something clicked in her mind.

Flame brought her eyes up to meet Crimson's and jerked her head backwards, pointing at the group, or rather, one person in the group. Crimson nodded her head once.

Flame stood up, scraping her hair back from her face. She turned to face the rest of the group. They were all looking at her anxiously.

Walking forward, she stopped in front of Ghoul. Crimson watched as Flame leaned in close, whispering in his ear. She watched as his eyes got wide in shock and then disbelief. He shook his head, holding the back of his neck. Flame only gave him a sad smile.

Ghoul turned away, running his fingers through his long black hair. No, no, no, no, no, NO! This was NOT happening! He couldn't be a … He couldn't even think the word. The word that was changing his life forever.

Crimson couldn't look at Ghoul anymore, with his shoulders hunched and his hair hanging over his beautiful face. Words couldn't describe how she was feeling. She looked down at her stomach. There was no sign yet, but she knew there would be soon. There was no denying it. She was carrying a child, a child who had no real hope of surviving in this world. It might as well be murder what she was doing, bringing a child onto this planet. She hated herself for it.

Flame returned to Crimson's side. She herself couldn't believe what was happening. The fact that Crimson was pregnant was huge. Flame knew that Crimson wasn't ready for this. She also recognized that the child wasn't ready for a dying, evil earth like this. This was not the preferred place to raise a baby, at least not now. If things were different, then maybe, but -

Her thoughts were cut off by Jet's voice.

"What's happening?" he said, "Can someone please explain what is going on?"

Flame turned to Crimson.

"Do you want me to …?" but Crimson shook her head.

Crim walked over to Kobra, Jet and Disaster. Ghoul was standing a couple of meters away, his head in his hands. She looked at each one of their faces then slowly brought her hand up to her abdomen.

Kobra was the first to clue in. His eyes widened in astonishment. He turned around, cursing under his breath.

"Fuck," he turned back around to face Crimson, but then almost immediately twisted to view Ghoul.

"What were you thinking?" his voice was angry, his eyes glaring at his friend.

Ghoul looked at Kobra, shocked.

"What?" Ghoul's eyes narrowed, and the others could tell he was growing angry,

"How could you jeopardize the mission like this? This isn't about you, this is about Poison!"

"Excuse me?" Ghoul spat out the words, "If you, for one second think that I don't care about getting Poison back, you're wrong! He's my best friend, Kobra! It's not just you that misses him, you know!"

Kobra Kid looked slightly taken aback, but the anger in his eyes soon returned.

"So that's it then? You think you care more about Poison then me? His own brother?"

"I never said anything like that!" Ghoul yelled loudly, "I know how much you care about Poison! But things have gotten bigger now! This isn't just about finding Poison anymore! This is about saving this planet, for the future!"

"Why should we? We have nothing more to live for! Everyone we, everyone I ever cared about, is dead!" tears began to form in the killjoy's eyes as he shouted.

Ghoul softened immediately. Besides the two men, the only other person who seemed to have a clue what was going on was Jet Star.

"Kobra," Ghoul said softly, walking over to the killjoy whose tears were now sliding silently down his face, "I'm so sorry …"

Kobra sniffed loudly, wiping the droplets off his grimy face.

"I'm sorry, Kobra, but she's been gone for seven years," Ghoul continued, his voice soft and comforting, "You have to move on,"

Kobra nodded jerkily. Flame and Crimson exchanged questioning looks.

Sensing their confusion, Kobra turned to look at the two women.

"Back before 2012, before BL/ind, before killjoys and all of the names, I was married," he began, "She was exceptionally beautiful and the love of my life. She was pregnant with our first child when 2012 and the fires came. I was the only one to survive. My wife, my beautiful wife, and my unborn child were taken from me,"

The group was unspoken. Flame was staring at Kobra, her mouth hanging open slightly. It was hard to imagine Kobra as a young father, ready to face the challenges of having a child, but also the adventures as well. She tried to imagine his hard face grinning down at a small squirming baby in his arms, a beautiful woman standing at his side. It was almost impossible to envision.

"Kobra," Flame said sympathetically, "I'm so sorry …"

But Kobra shook her off with a wave of his hand.

"You're right, I should get over it," he smeared the tears off his face with his sleeve, "Let's just go,"

And with that, he began to walk away from the group towards their next destination. After a moment or two, the rest of the killjoys followed suit, none of them speaking a word.

Later that night, the killjoys were sleeping around a small campfire. All was silent except for the crackle and hiss of the flames. The robot stood a couple of meters away, staring at the small group. Suddenly, the minute receiver on its wrist vibrated. The robot brought its arm up to its mouth and spoke softly into the mouthpiece.

"Orders?"

"We have waited too long," the voice on the other end said, "Commence Operation 74B,"

The line went dead and the robot removed its wrist from its face. Strutting towards the killjoys, it looked down at each of their sleeping faces. Crimson was asleep in Ghoul's arms. The robot felt sick just looking at them, knowing that his child was harvesting inside her.

Flame was much more tranquil in slumber, her hard face relaxed and soft. Kobra, on the other hand, looked even more stressed. The robot could tell he was having a nightmare, possibly about his long dead wife.

Jet looked much the same as he did when he was awake. Calm, collected. The robot almost felt sorry for them. Almost.

Reaching into its pocket, the robot extracted a small, metal canister. Placing it in the center of the group of people, it pulled out a small pin from the cylinder. The canister began to beep softly. The robot backed away quickly as the bleeps began to get more rapid. It was about sixty meters away when the beeping stopped altogether.

The robot stood. Nothing was happening. Perhaps the canister was a failure? It began to walk forward towards -

BOOM.

Ehe, me and my sneaky endings ;) but fear not ! For I'm not finished with this story just yet xD also, you can probably guess who Kobra's 'mysterious wife' was ;) I feel sorry for killing her, but oh well ;P