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A/N: Okay, I feel like the story's starting to take the dark twist I was going for, but just tell me if it gets too dark too fast.

Bastet

I sat straight up with a huge intake of breath. I looked around, and seeing the veil surrounding the bed I was lying in, I guessed it was mine. I looked down and saw that my torso was bandaged, yet my wound still didn't hurt. Suddenly, the curtain swiped open, and Ramses was standing there, staring at me.

"Thank the Gods. I thought you weren't going to wake up." He sat on the bed and pulled me into his arms.

"How long was I out?" I asked. I could hear my voice sound groggy.

"A week. I was getting worried about you." He replied, and raised his hands to snap his fingers. A servant rushed to the door.

"Oh, Khekeret-nisut Bastet, you're awake! I'll bring you food, you must be starving." I offered a weak smile and she bowed and rushed away.

"She better know to bring enough for two." Ramses growled.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Right." He said, smiling. "You're having a baby. The Healer recognized it. It's a miracle it's still alive, but the knife used to stab you didn't damage any organs or veins. I'd guess it's been a month." I smiled along with him at the news.

But then I remembered Sanaa, and my smile faded.

"She's gone." I whispered, as tears came to my eyes. "So stupid!" I shouted angrily, and curled myself up into a ball, so I wouldn't expose the tears. Ramses wrapped his arms around me once more, kissing my head.

"It will be okay. I promise." He murmured.

"What if something like that happens to my child, Ramses? I can't deal with it again. I can't." I cried.

"Nothing like that will happen again." He stood up. "We don't have enough evidence to stand up to the court. Nefertiti has convinced them all that you and Horus were attacked by Hittites. But she won't get another chance to kill you, or this child."

"And why is that?" I asked.

"I'm going to marry you." My sobs stopped.

"Really?" I whispered. He nodded, and I laughed through the tears. "Finally."

Horus had changed.

I felt terrible about how this was making him, but what could be done? No one had known that Horus and Beset loved each other. I'm surprised no one found out, but the way they acted like they couldn't stand each other fooled us all.

He would often just wander around the hallways, not going anywhere in particular.

Just wandering. And if anyone would approach him, he'd suddenly jump and realize he was in the hallway. It made me feel terrible for him, just remembering Beset's cold, lifeless body.

"Ramses, I just want to visit with Horus." I whined. It had been weeks since I'd seen the sun.

"No way. I'm not letting you risk falling and killing my child." He replied. I glared at him.

"She took a knife to the placenta. I'm sure she'd be able to handle a fall."

"Took a knife to the what?" He asked, confused. I rolled my eyes.

"Forget it."

"And what makes you so sure it'll be a she?" he asked me, eyebrows raised.

"Because I want her to be. She's going to replace Sanaa, in a way. No one could replace her, of course, but it's an exchange of death for life." I pondered my words, then to show Ramses I was fine, I continued. "And I read that if she's conceived before a woman ovulates, your chances are raised to have a daughter." He gave me another confused look, and I rolled my eyes again. "Just watch. She'll be a girl."

"Please. That's my son you're carrying." Ramses said defiantly.

"Yeah, keep on believing that. But the point is, if I don't get my regular exercise, then I'm gonna get fat."

"You're having our son. It's guaranteed you'll get fat." I gaped at him. "What?"

"You aren't supposed to tell me that!" I exclaimed in mock horror. He rolled his eyes.

"And I'm not supposed to have a daughter. But look at what you insist on."

"Well, I for one am not going to care if it's a girl or a boy." I glared up at him. "And I hope you won't either." He looked down and smirked.

"Perhaps." I made a disgusted sound. "Mother won't be happy with us, but go ahead. Horus probably needs it. I'll need to talk to you later." I smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

"Thank you." he grunted, and I jumped off of my bed, running down the halls. I heard Ramses shout after me, "Slow down!" Laughing, I complied.

Horus's room was dark, and I felt a shiver run up my spine as I walked in. "Horus?" I asked.

I came face to face with him posed to stab himself.

I ran up to him. "Stop, what are you doing?" I shouted.

"I can't take it anymore." he said, unseeing, uncaring, a monotone in his voice. "I need her."

"Horus. She wouldn't want you to do this." I said, soothingly.

"What about what I want?" he erupted. "I'm living in hell right now, because I can't see her smile, or hear her laugh, or feel her touch. Do you know how hard that is?" he continued shouting. "Of course you don't." he said, disgusted as I stared at him.

"Actually, I do. Do you think you all are the only ones I've had in my life? I've lost both my parents, and I only got to know Sanaa for a week, but I already loved her so don't act like you're the only one who was hurt in this, Horus. You have to live."