Act IV – Final Destination

"The definition of insanity is doing the same thing in the same way and expecting different results."

Albert Einstein

Chapter 75
A Morning Well Spent

WARNING: The following chapter contains scenes of almost adult content. Seriously. Gets kinda hot and steamy. The story is rated 'M' for more than blood and gore. Read on at your own risk ;)

The man in white, face blank and blurred, held the baby up high as if to look at it in the light. "A healthy, baby boy." The man in white said, his voice echoing around the room. The room itself was empty apart from a chair and a bed. Jeremy sat in the chair, his eyes as wide as ever, while Chloe was in the bed, panting heavily.

"That's… that's good…" Chloe said, rubbing a hand through her hair. "…that's really…" Chloe froze. The baby seemed to move, writhing in the man in white's hands. It squirmed and squirmed until it fell out of the man in white's hand onto the bed. The baby, crawling on all fours, somehow grinned a grin full of sharp teeth.

"You cannot take care of me… you'll just end up killing me. You can't even take care of Jeremy!"

Confused, Chloe looked to the chair to see Jeremy's shoulders slumped, his face covered in crimson blood with a huge, gaping hole where his heart should have been.

"You see. Pain and disaster always follows you."

Chloe turned back to the baby and her mouth quivered as she stared at the tiny thing. Its skin was melting, revealing a stark white skull. It opened its mouth and blood gushed forward causing Chloe to scream out loud.

Chloe woke up suddenly, sitting up straight with a hand on her head. She blinked, the memory of the demon baby already fading from her mind. Taking a few deep breaths, she took a look around. For some reason, she wasn't in the bedroom, but rather still on the sofa. A quilt had been laid over her and pillows had been propped under her head. Early morning sun was peeking through the shut curtains while the sound of footsteps could be heard. Eventually, Jeremy walked in, dressed in a simple black t-shirt and jeans, along with a white apron hanging around his neck.

"Hi, Jerem…" Chloe took a double-take, taking in the apron. "Why are you… wearing an apron?"

Jeremy reddened slightly. "I was, uh, cooking breakfast."

Now that Chloe thought about it, she could smell what seemed to be eggs and bacon. "Since when did you cook?"

"Since you started sleeping like a baby." Jeremy smiled that lop-sided smile. "We got to give you that beauty sleep."

"What? Because I'm not beautiful enough?" Chloe yawned, stretching her arms above her head.

"I don't really think that's a real question since we both know that answer." Jeremy rubbed the back of his head. "Do you want your breakfast in here?"

"Yeah, go ahead." Chloe nodded as Jeremy went back into the kitchen. Standing up from the sofa, she frowned slightly as she realized she was still in her clothes. The frown disappeared as she realized that Jeremy had already folded up a fresh set on the nearby table, along with red underwear that caused her to slightly blush. How the heck does he know those are my favorite? He must have just picked the first ones he saw. Shaking her head slightly, she stripped off nude and pulled on the red underwear. As she reached for the skirt, a mischievous grin suddenly appeared on her face.

Chloe turned around and headed for the kitchen. She saw Jeremy over the stove, stirring a saucepan she could only guess was the scrambled eggs. Stepping forward, still in her underwear, she latched her arms around Jeremy's neck and kissed his neck. "Hey there."

"Hello." Jeremy replied simply. "You could have just waited in the other room."

"I could've…" Chloe replied, letting her words trail off.

"What's wrong?" Sensing something in her tone, Jeremy turned around and froze when he saw what Chloe was dressed in. "Huh? Why are… what… you… uh…"

"Well, I was thinking, that we're both technically teenagers still. And we can't do anything… fun… when the baby grows in more so I was thinking…" Chloe leaned forward and locked lips with Jeremy, reaching behind him to turn both the oven and hob off. She let one hand snake up his back, her finger stroking his spine. Still kissing, Chloe led Jeremy to the other room and back to the sofa, straddling his waist. Jeremy finally managed to break free from the kiss and looked up at Chloe.

"You seem… in a good mood…" Jeremy said slightly as he took in Chloe's body. "…and I, uh, I don't think there are any doubts at your beauty…"

"Mmm…" Chloe leaned down to his shoulder, nibbling on his ear. "…I still got a lot to make up to you, Jeremy. You-" Chloe suddenly gave a gasp as Jeremy's hand ran up her stomach to her chest. "Woah! I was right, you are more confident…" She smiled down, practically lying on his chest. "I like it."

Jeremy didn't say a word as he peeled her bra off, allowing it to drop to the ground. He started kissing her again, pulling her by her shoulders. Chloe allowed her tongue to seek his and her hand slowly caressed his belly, before heading down more. Just as she was about to get her hand under his waistband, a shrill ringing suddenly broke up the atmosphere.

"Son of a-" Chloe pulled away and got up off of Jeremy. "Talk about worst timing…" She walked over to the phone in the room and pulled it off the hook. "Hello, Chloe Marvin speaking."

"It's Richard."

Chloe's eyebrows knitted slightly. "Why're you calling? Is something wrong?"

"Not wrong so to speak." Richard said over the phone. "But there is information that you and Jeremy, along with all the survivors, need to know."

"What sort of information? Is it ba-"

"It's not bad, Chloe, don't worry. The list, that's all over. It's just information that you survivors ought to know. Come back to Detrikov's at the end of the week."

"I guess we ca-" Chloe words were interrupted by hands snaking around her neck and chest again as Jeremy leaned in close with a roguish smile that Chloe had never seen before. She purred slightly in pleasure.

"Chloe…?"

Chloe's face went red as she realized she was still on the phone with Richard. "I'm, yeah, we can come in a… mmm… week… We'll be there…" Chloe hurriedly put the phone down and spun around, locking lips with Jeremy once more. "I think you're the one in a good mood. Yesterday was special for one reason. Let's make today special for a completely different reason." Chloe pushed Jeremy over to the sofa once more and the two's moans of pleasure echoed around the house.

Eventually, Chloe pushed herself off of Jeremy, both wrapped up in the blanket. Both her underwear and Jeremy's clothes had been strewn all around the floor.

"Y'know, I've been thinking…" Chloe said, bringing her knees up to her chest.

"Oh? That's always a good thing." Jeremy responded lightly.

"I'm being serious." Chloe pouted for a moment before it turned into a soft smile. "I want to tell my father…" Chloe trailed off.

"Tell him what?" Jeremy prompted.

"Three things, really. First I want to tell him about you."

"About me?"

"I doubt he even knows you exist. I mean, he only pays attention sparingly, and even then he misses a lot. You weren't…" Chloe took a breath. "Back then, you were only a… a… placeholder. Y'know, have a 'nice boyfriend' so daddy wouldn't think I was hanging out with the bad boys. He knew I had a boy, but he didn't know your name or anything about you. I think he was just too busy. Of course, now you are much, much more than a placeholder."

Jeremy nodded. "I know. So he doesn't even know me?"

"Nope. I suppose, since we're going to get married and all, he'd want to know who you are." Chloe tried to stifle a laugh. "Won't he be surprised that I'm marrying a boy like you?"

"Like me?" Jeremy raised an eyebrow.

"Kind. Compassionate. Nice." Chloe shrugged. "I was daddy's little girl, but he knew I wasn't, well… I was hard to control, you know? I went out to parties without asking when I was fifteen, I stayed over at friends. But then, when a dad doesn't pay attention I had to find something interesting to do. I doubt he would ever expect that a nice guy like you would even consider marrying me."

"I don't think anyone expects love until it happens." Jeremy simply said.

"You should become a poet." Chloe leaned down and pecked his cheek. "The second thing is, well, the pregnancy situation."

Jeremy cringed slightly. "Ah." He nodded understandably.

"He's kind of traditional. He believes in having kids after marriage. I know we're getting married but the only fact he'll remember is that I got knocked up before the actual ceremony. Although, I'm not going to tell him that, technically, you're not the father." Chloe kissed Jeremy quickly again. "But that's only technically. As far as I'm concerned, you're the father."

"I'd be surprised if I won't be a real father considering this morning." Jeremy chuckled. "Maybe we'll even have twins or triplets."

Chloe laughed suddenly, striking Jeremy off guard.

"What?"

"I was just thinking and I realized that we really aren't acting our age. We sound like thirty year old's planning the rest of their lives. I mean, usually people our age don't expect the kids and then they just… throw them out. But then, that's usually because they aren't ready. I think we are, especially since we don't exactly have a lack of money."

"Even if you didn't have the money, we'd still manage." Jeremy murmured. "I do not agree with abortion in any way. I appreciate that sometimes you can't handle it, but I believe those people ought to put the kids up for adoption, for families that can't have kids."

"Well we're not giving this one up, that's for sure." Chloe rubbed her stomach. "Our little one."

Jeremy nodded in agreement. "So the third thing you're going to tell him?"

"…Funnily enough, it's probably the hardest. The marriage and the kids, he'd understand… eventually." Chloe took a deep breath. "I want to tell him about Death. The list. Everything that has happened." Seeing Jeremy's confused look, Chloe continued. "I mean, it just feels like I'm holding this giant secret and it's eating up at me. And I figure, since it's all over, it will easier to talk about it to him."

"It's your choice, and I'll agree with anything you say." Jeremy leaned forward and touched noses with Chloe. "You know that. You tell me to jump, I'll ask how high."

"I know… that's why I love you…" Chloe nuzzled him slightly before asking, "What about your parents?"

"What about them?"

"Well, you never seem to talk about them… or really…" Chloe grew slightly red. "I hardly know anything about your early years."

"Nothing interesting to tell." Jeremy shrugged. "My parents grew distanced when they realized I was attracted to you. I mean, I was the kind of kid who told everything to them. When I was fourteen, I told them how I met the girl that I saw when I was a kid again. They frowned, telling me how I shouldn't 'hang out with the wrong crowd' and how you'll 'never do good-by me.' You were the well-known bad girl in the neighborhood Imagine their expressions when I told them that I was going out with you. 'She's a bad girl, Jeremy, and you're a good boy. Don't ruin your future.'" Jeremy shook his head. "What did they know? I'm going to have a beautiful kid and a beautiful wife. That's my future."

"You really are far too sweet…" Chloe sighed. "I can't believe I have you."

"Well, you aren't going to get rid of me." Jeremy grinned. "Now, what shall we do now?"

"Oh… I have some ideas…" Chloe mirrored his smile. "Because I'm certainly not exhausted yet." As the two went under the blankets on the sofa once more, the last inkling of Chloe's nightmare disappeared altogether.

A/N: Thanks to Princezzshell101 for your review! I don't usually write chapters like that so I'm not sure how well it worked, but it seemed to flow well when I was writing, so I'm happy with it.

So then, I just couldn't stay away. I am enjoying this story far too much to have a break. More than any other story, really.

So, Act IV has started and a few things. First off, the next few chapters will be focusing on the survivor's personal lives a bit more. That'll be Lukas & Dominika, David & Dorothy, and Nick. So three chapters then.

Finally, I have THREE things I want to achieve during Act IV. They are:

A Sense of Finality: I have talked about this before, so I won't go into detail. I want this to solve unanswered questions than most FD stories generally leave alone, mostly about Death.

Tears: Yup, that's right. To my knowledge, I've never managed a scene that's made one of you guys cry (out of sadness, that is). So, there are going to be a few sad moments where I'm going to pull out every stop to try and coax some tears outta you.

One Hundred: This Act is going to be long. Probably the longest. And I think I want to either reach, or end it on Chapter One Hundred. Why? Because this is the only story I've written that has one plot that has the chance of reaching it. And I think it will be nice to reach.

Every single stop is going to be pulled out for this Act. All the things I've learned throughout all my stories are going to come into this Act. My fingers are going to splinter as I try to impress the hell out of both you and me both. It might not seem like a big deal, but really, it is. It's my last fanfiction, and goddamnit, I wanna go out to fictionpress on a high note!

So, Act IV is underway and I'll be leaving you.

'Till next time!