Disclaimer: I do not own 7th Heaven. 7th Heaven is the creation of Brenda Hampton and Aaron Spelling. I also do not own To Kill a Mockingbird, that great novel belongs to Harper Lee.

Chapter 6

Mike's POV

"Run," I grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hall in a sprint. I noticed Simon a few feet away from me and I pulled him by the shirt collar down the hallway with us. I stumbled around the corner as I heard the shots begin to ring through the building. The screams of our fellow peers pierced my ears as I jiggled door knobs, desperately searching for an unlocked door.

After what felt like forever, I found an unlocked door and ushered Lucy and Simon inside. Once inside I safely closed and locked the door. I felt along the wall for the light switch. I turned the lights on and looked around the room. It was some kind of storage closet filled with textbooks and novels usually read in our literature classes. Simon was pacing back and forth and Lucy was standing in the middle of the room crying hysterically. This can't be good for our baby.

I pulled Lucy into my arms. "Calm down. It's going to be okay," I rubbed her back. "We're fine. Just calm down and breathe. This isn't good for our baby."

"You're what?" Simon nearly screamed at me as we continued to hear shots outside the door.

A sudden thud against the door sent Lucy into a fit of screams. I hugged her tighter. "Shh. Relax. It's fine. The door is locked. They can't get in here."

Lucy relaxed a little in my arms. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," I answered, pulling away to lock eyes with her. At least I was pretty sure. "We're all fine and we're all going to stay that way. I think we should all just say a prayer for the people outside." Lucy nodded and we all joined hands. Being the calmest member of the closet three, I said the prayer. "Our heavenly father, we ask that you keep us safe in this time of need. We pray that you stay with those students and teachers whose lives are in danger. We pray for no loss of life today and if someone must loose their life today, we pray that you be a comfort to their families. In Jesus name we pray, Amen."

"Can I just ask one thing?" Simon asked, as he let go of our hands. "What were you talking about? What baby?"

"I'm pregnant Simon," Lucy told him, wiping some of the tears from her face.

"How did this happen?" Simon asked frantically.

"You can't be serious." Luc raised an eyebrow at her brother.

"Well, I know how IT happens. I meant how did you two ……?" Simon's words were interrupted by the sounds of more shots being fired.

"We'll explain it to you Simon, but first I think we should call 911." I told him, pulling out my cell phone.

"And how are we supposed to do that?" Simon asked. "Do you see a phone in here?"

"I have my cell." I told him, dialing the number.

After a couple of rings, the dispatcher answered. "911. What is your emergency?"

"Okay, my name is Mike. I'm at Kennedy High school. There are three guys with guns inside the school."

"Have there been shots fired?"

"Yes," I answered. "I don't know how many though."

"Okay, can you tell me where you are in the school?"

"I'm in a supply closet. It's on the first floor near the gym." I told her.

Are there any other teachers or students with you?"

"Yeah two: My best friend and her younger brother."

"Okay, can you tell me if shots are still being fired?"

"I can still hear them." I answered. "I'm not sure which direction they are coming from though."

"Do you know who the shooters are?"

"I'm not sure what their names are," I told her. "Maybe my friends know." I looked over at Lucy and Simon. "Who were those boys you were defending a coupe of weeks ago?"

"Um, let me think. Tyler Jefferies, Mark Jansen, and Patrick Williams." Lucy told me as she sat down on the floor. Simon sat down next to her and pulled her into a hug.

"There names are Tyler Jefferies, Mark Jansen, and Patrick Williams." I recited back to the dispatcher.

"Can you give me a description of the suspects?"

"Yeah. They are all around 5'9 to 6'0 tall. They were wearing long dark coats. I saw the gun as they were walking down the hall so I ran. A few seconds later they started shooting."

"Do you know why these boys could be doing this?"

"They were always being picked on. I think maybe they had been planning this for a while. My friend stood up for them once and they told her to stay out of their business or be taken out of it." My phone beeped and the line died. "Hello……Hello……Damn it!"

"What's wrong?" Lucy asked as I sat down next to her and Simon.

"My stupid phone dropped the call." I answered. "What now?"

"How about you explain to me how you got my sister pregnant." Simon suggested.

"You never did tell me how you felt about this. You didn't tell me how you felt about us having a baby together." Lucy leaned her head on my shoulder.

I turned to look her in the eyes. How could she not know that I wanted this? Maybe it didn't come at the best time, but I still want it. "It's fine Luce. I'm perfectly okay with this. Of course it's going to be hard, but I'll always be there for you and our baby."

"Am I invisible here?" Simon interrupted. "How did this happen?"

"Lucy came over to my house to talk," I started the explanation. Telling Simon will be the easy part, but telling Matt and her father, that is a different story. They are going to kill me.

"It was the anniversary of Sara's death. You know how I get every year. I needed someone to talk to and I thought Mike would understand." Lucy continued.

Simon looked confused. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, if you will calm down a minute and listen, you will understand." I told him. At least I hope he will understand. Simon doesn't seem like a dangerous guy. Then again, those guys that are running around our school with guns didn't seem dangerous either. No, Simon is defiantly not like those guys. "Anyway, as it turns out, the anniversary of Sara's death was on the same day as the anniversary of my dad's suicide. When Lucy showed up at my house, we decided that we could help each other."

"Through sex?"

"No," Lucy rolled her eyes at her brother. She looked so beautiful when she did so. "Through talking."

"We talked and cried on each others shoulder. After an hour or so, we kissed. I'm not sure how we went from talking to kissing, but we did."

"And then the kissing led to sex." Lucy finished our sad tale.

"So the short version is, you let your self pity lead to sex?" Simon asked.

"Well, I wouldn't have put it so harshly, but yes." Lucy answered.

"Do Mom and Dad know about this?" Simon asked Lucy. I certainly hoped her parents didn't know yet.

"Not yet. Matt and Mary know, but no one else does."

"What?" I practically yelled. "Matt Knows." My life was over. Matt is going to pound me into the ground for what I did with his sister. He probably sees it as what I did TO his sister. Oh yes, he is defiantly going to kill me."

"Mary took me to the free clinic to make sure that I actually was pregnant. Matt walked into the room in the middle of the exam. Oh yeah, Uncle Hank knows too."

"Matt is going to kill me," I voiced my concerns. He's going to string me up the nearest tree and hang me.

"No he won't," Lucy assured me. "I made him promise that he wouldn't."

"Maybe, but things might change once he sees me." I argued.

"No, he won't." Lucy assured me once more. "You saved my life, and Simon's life. I doubt anyone in the family will want to kill you."

"The Colonel might," Simon spoke up.

"Who?" I asked.

"Our grandfather," Lucy explained. "It's a respect thing. He was a marine who fought during World War II and the Korean War. Don't worry, he won't bother you either. I won't let him."

I took a deep breath and shook my head, deciding to change the subject away from her scary sounding grandfather. I figured in a worst case scenario I would just join the marines and maybe he would have some mercy on me. "I don't hear the gun shots anymore."

"I don't know about anyone else, but I'm not taking one step out of this room until the police get here." Simon stated.

"I'm with him," Lucy agreed. "The shooters may only be in another part of the school or they could be waiting silently outside the door for us to come out. That 's not a chance I'm willing to take."

"Okay, so we'll stay here." I agreed. "What should we do in the meantime?"

"How about a book?" Simon suggested, holding up a copy of To Kill a Mockingbird.

"Why not?" I grabbed the book and began reading from the first page. "When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow."

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