A/N: Oh...my fuck up. (shakes head) Reminder with Rude: Sunglasses on, hard assed assassin; sunglasses off, cool dude with vocal chords. Cool? Cool.

Disclaimer: I have changed my name to AT Nomura. I am now his adopted daughter he doesn't know about. I own it indirectly. Bwahahah!

Kandi blew her hair out of her face as she shrugged off her jacket, leaving her in her sleeveless white button up. Dress code for the Turks during the hot summer months was a little more lenient. Just as long as they wore the standard black and white, pretty much anything went. Which was why Kandi had forgone her white dress shirt for the sleeveless one with no tie and was sporting a pair of black Bermuda shorts instead of the standard black slacks. Also, her boots were replaced with black flip flops. But, of course, she still had her Zans in easy access should she need to go out on a mission.

Right now, all she needed to do was dive into this freakin' computer and figure out what kind of viruses were on it. Reno had been complaining about it's sluggishness for a while, so she knew he'd contracted a virus somewhere. He denied visiting any unauthorized sites, but she knew the red-head too well to believe that for a minute.

This really was the last thing she wanted to be doing today. She hadn't felt so hot for a while and actually had an appointment with the Medical Facility later in the morning. Andria had contacted some sort of summer time flu, so she was sure she had the beginning stages of it. Hoping to get a Z-pac or something to kick it out of her system, she'd made the appointment. Andi had thrown up for a few days; luckily, that part hadn't fazed her mother yet.

Kandi blew out a breath and closed her eyes, pressing her hands to her face in an effort to cool herself off. It was hot today. And it seemed like the air conditioning wasn't working as well as it should be. Especially here in the IT room. It was supposed to be kept really cool to keep the servers from overheating. Usually, she had to keep her jacket on. Today, she was svetzing. Profusely.

Glancing at her watch, she cursed, getting up and grabbing her jacket. "Fuck this shit," she said. "They'll get me in now."

She began making her way down to the Medical Facility. No sooner had the doors to the elevator opened did she leap out and hurl into a trash can. The receptionist cringed as she brought herself back upright and wiped her hand over her mouth.

"Summer time flu bug?" she asked.

"Ya think?" Kandi replied sarcastically. "Look, I had an appointment set for later, but I just really want to get in, get some meds and get my ass home. I feel like shit."

The receptionist nodded, noting the paler of the other woman's face. "I think we can fit you in real quick," she said, picking up the phone and calling someone. Kandi groaned and rested her forehead against the cool marble of the receptionist's desk, wanting nothing more than to just bury herself in the chill.

"Kandi?"

She rolled her head over and opened an eye, seeing one of the attending physicians smiling at her pleasantly. "Let's see if we can't get you fixed up, okay?"

Kandi nodded and trudged after the man, flip flops slapping against the soles of her feet steadily.

Twenty minutes, a standard blood test, urine test, saliva swab test and blood pressure test later and she was sitting in the exam room waiting for the doctor to come in and give her a miracle shot. Rather, she was laying on the examine table/bed thing, arm draped over her eyes, shoes kicked off on the floor and legs bent at the knee. She was relatively comfortable and pretending she was laying on a beach in Costa del Sol, the breeze from the ocean whipping around her face.

There was a soft knock at the door and Dr. Damon came back in, her chart in his hands.

"Need to see my ass, Doc?" she asked, barely moving her arm to look at him.

Dr. Damon blinked his eyes. "Pardon?" he asked.

She grinned lazily. "You know, for the shot?"

He chuckled in understanding. "No, that won't be necessary," he said, pulling up a stool and sitting beside her. "In fact, I'm afraid we won't be giving you any medication to help this out."

Kandi moaned. "Why not?" she asked. "I feel like shit. Give me a shot, make it go away."

The doctor laughed and patted her ankle. "Well, usually the nausea only lasts for about three months..."

"Three months?!" she exclaimed, looking at him. "Fuck that! My daughter had it for three days!"

"Well, I'm quite certain your daughter doesn't have what you have," Dr. Damon grinned. "Congratulations. You're pregnant."

Kandi sat up slowly and looked at him. "What?" she asked lowly.

"You're pregnant," he replied with another smile.

"No," Kandi said, shaking her head. "No, no, no, no! No! I'm on that birth control shot thingy! It's supposed to, you know, make that not happen!"

Dr. Damon examined his chart. "Well, according to our records, you missed your last one," he said glancing over the paperwork. "Yes. You switched from the pill to the shot six months ago. You're supposed to come in every three months and get the shot."

"WHAT?!" she shrieked. "No! It was supposed to be a one time thing! Once a year, when I have my girlie bits checked out, get a shot, have lots of sex, no Spawn! Ta da!"

Dr. Damon shook his head. "I'm afraid you were misinformed," he said. "There isn't a shot like that on the market. The one you were on is administered every quarter."

"Oh shit!" she exclaimed getting off the table and crawling into a corner, drawing her knees up against her chest and rocking. "Oh shit."

Dr. Damon came around the table and knelt before her. "I take it you don't know who the father is?" he began gently.

She shook her head. "Oh, no," she answered with a nervous laugh. "I know who the father is. I've only been fucking one guy for the past eight years."

"Oh, you're married then," he said with a nod.

"Nope."

"Oh," he said. "Well, no matter. At least you know who he is. And he'll be pleased to know--"

"Oh my gods, don't tell him!" she shrieked, grabbing his arm. "No, no, don't tell him! He'll...he'll...ah hell, I don't even know! I need a drink."

"I strongly urge you not to," Dr. Damon told her.

Kandi blinked. "Damn it!" she grumbled. "I don't know what I'm doing! I've never been pregnant before!"

Dr. Damon cocked his head. "But you said you had a daughter," he told her.

"Yeah, but I didn't give birth to her."

"Oh, she's adopted?"

"No, I'm her father," Kandi told him, sticking her fingers in her mouth and chewing on her fingernails. "Technically, anyway. Green Sludge, gender bender baby. I knocked a guy up."

"Wait, you're that girl?" he asked. She nodded. Dr. Damon laughed. "That was a medical break through! I would love to talk to you about that--"

"Listen, Doc, I'm kinda dealing with something right now, so the whole 'I-grew-a-penis-fucked-a-chick-that-was-really-a-dude-and-knocked-him-up' bit is just gonna have to wait, aight?"

"Aight...I mean, of course," he replied. "Would you like me to call someone in for you?"

"Nah, I'm good," she said, still chewing on her nails and rocking. "I'm just gonna chill in here and cry my eyes out while I figure out what the fuck to do."

Dr. Damon handed her a box of tissues. "If you need anything, don't hesitate--"

"What am I going to do?!" she shrieked, tears and snot and all manner of nasty goo pouring out of her. "We just moved in together a few months ago! It took us eight years to do that and now, I'm pregnant? I can't be pregnant! Turks can't get pregnant! Shiva's tits, this is messed the fuck up!"

"Well," Dr. Damon said. "You know, you're only about seven weeks along. Abortion is--"

He was silenced as a 9mm appeared out of no where and pressed up against his temple. "Not an option for me," she seethed. "I was supposed to be an abortion, but it was botched." She uncocked the gun and put it back in her holster, rubbing her hand over her face. "I'm not even supposed to be here."

Dr. Damon looked down at her. "I'm going to get you a glass of water," he told her. "Don't move."

She nodded and leaned her head against the hard concrete wall, tears spilling out of closed eyes. Dr. Damon closed the door and went to the nurses station, calling up to Turk HQ to the Turk Leader's office. "Tseng?" he began. "Dr. Damon, down in the Medical Facility. You may want to come down here. I'm here with your Turk, Kandi." Dr. Damon listened and nodded his head. "Thank you, Sir. I'll expect you both shortly."

Kandi had curled up into the fetal position, her eyes still pouring out tears. This was insane. How could someone who wasn't supposed to even be born, be bringing a life to the Planet? Granted, she had Andria, but...that was different. Zack had given birth to her. Kandi had just...planted the seed.

Resting her hand over her stomach, she tried to visualize the little life inside her; how small, how helpless. She was it's only defense against the world. It's protector, it's safety. She'd didn't know the first thing about being pregnant. Hell, she was still getting the whole mother thing down with Andria, and her nine year old daughter seemed to have more maternal instincts than she did. It's not like Kandi ever had a chance to learn though. Like she'd told the doctor, by all rights, she wasn't supposed to be here.

Her own mother hadn't wanted her. When she found out she was pregnant, she went to get an abortion. Unfortunately or fortunately, whichever end you're at on Kandi's Enemy Scale, the 'doctor' was simply a crack addict out for money to feed his addiction. Kandi's mom was desperate and broke, but gave the man what money she had. The guy made her bleed and told her it was done. She didn't realize she was still pregnant until she went into labor, at 26 weeks. Fuck up from birth...Kandi couldn't even die when she was supposed to. She was barely seventeen ounces when she was born and was quickly abadonned as soon as her mother could walk again. She stayed in an incubator for months before she was healthy enough to be entered into the foster system. At four months old, her world had consisted of a plastic box, rubber gloves and now, an orphanage.

The Planet was much the same as it had always been; the poor were poor and the rich were rich. No middle class. And no rich person wanted a baby from the slums. So, into slum foster care she went, bouncing from home to home her entire childhood. She got some good families and some bad. She never joined with the gang scene, but she did break into an electronics store in the middle of the night once, just to see how the bright, blinking boxes worked. Kandi, ever since she could remember, had harbored a fascination for televisions, radios, computers, cameras. Anything with wires and lights, drew her in. And to figure out how they worked, she took them apart and put them back together. One of her foster fathers had gotten angry when he found her taking apart his HAMM radio; he'd quickly gotten over it when she put it back together and his range had increased by 100 miles. She had a natural knack for electronics.

When she turned seventeen, she was on her own. No more foster care, no more orphanage. Basically, no more food and no shelter. She had a basic high school education, so no hope for any good jobs. And work was scarce anyway...unless you had a good body and a decent face. Kandi had both and the Honey Bee was hiring. She stayed there for nearly a year before she met Zack, and the rest we know.

Kandi vowed never to do what her mother had done. If she found herself pregnant, she was going to keep the baby. It was her body, yes. But if another life found itself inside of her, she was going to give it the chance her mother never wanted to give her. And now, she was going to make good on her promise to herself. But she still found herself with a dilemma.

She didn't know how to tell Rude. How do you tell a guy his life is about to change? She couldn't ask Ak since she'd never gotten the chance with Sephiroth. Zack was in a coma during Andi's entire gestation. He didn't even get to meet her until after he died. Lily didn't tell Rufus about Bryce until the kid was fucking eight years old.

Nilto was the only normal one with Spawn to talk to. She knew she had to tell him at some point. But how? Nilto and Randak were married when they had kids. It wasn't like with her and Rude. Sure, they'd been together for the better part of a decade (gods, when said like that, it made them seem...old), but they were just now living together. It was still a casual relationship for the most part. Yeah, they had said the 'I love you' schtick, but still. There had always been an out if they wanted it. Now, with this baby, they were connected together...forever.

Oddly enough, that idea didn't freak her out as much as she thought it would.

Man, she was hungry.

Knocking at the door brought her eyes up and she saw the slanting figures of Dr. Damon, Tseng and...oh shit. No mistaking that bald head, huh?

Rude was at her side in an instant, sunglasses off and in his jacket pocket. "Babe?" he asked, gently touching her cheek. "You're really sick, huh?"

"Uh, yeah, a little different than what I thought was going down, but yeah. Probably gonna be hurling for while," she answered shakily, leaning into his touch. Oh, she really did love this guy. This big, strong, tough, deadly, hands could crush a man's skull...oh hell, he'd be holding a baby in nine months! Oh, but then again, that touch could be so soft at times. Like now, when he was trying to comfort her, make her feel better. Or this past week when Andi had been sick. He'd hold her until she'd fall asleep and then carry her into her room, tucking her in...

Rude lifted her into his arms and sat her back down on the table/bed thing, still looking at her in concern. "What have you got?" he asked.

"Oh, about 33 weeks to go," she answered with a snicker, taking his hand in hers and pressing it to her stomach. "Whatcha think...Daddy?"

Rude just stared at his hand pressed to her abdomen, then looked back up into her eyes. They're kid could have any eye color on the Planet. Both of them had the darkest, brownest eyes. Kandi watched as Rude's face turned from concern, to shock, to understanding, back to shock, realization, more shock, and then finally...he grinned.

"Really?" he asked, eyes shining with hope.

"Ya, really," she answered, biting her lip. "You...okay with that?"

Rude pressed his lips to hers, pulling her against him possessively. He laughed as they broke away. "You're serious?" he asked again. He looked over at the doctor. "She's really...?"

"Seven weeks along and everything looks really good," Dr. Damon answered with a smile. "Kandi's really healthy and should have a really good pregnancy."

Tseng stood back and watched in shock as one of his veteran Turks, one of his most trusted employees, his silent assassin jumped into the air with a whoop. "I'm gonna be a Daddy!"

Kandi let out an omph! as he pulled her down from the table/bed thing and kissed her again. "I love you, so much," he said, holding her tight.

"Babe, I love you, too, but if you don't stop squeezing me so hard, I'm gonna blow chunks on you," she wheezed out. Rude released her and stepped back. "Thank you."

Rude grinned. "We gotta tell everyone," he said. He grabbed her hand and led her out the door. "Yeah, come on. You...made me a baby. That is so...wow. I just...wow! Andi is going to...wow."

Kandi laughed as they climbed into the elevator. "Uh, we left the Bossman," she said as they rode up.

Rude just grinned as he placed his sunglasses back on his face. "He'll catch up," he said, hurrying out the doors when they reached the Turk floors. He stuck his fingers in his mouth and let out an ear piercing whistle. "Hey! Everyone! Get your asses out here NOW!"

Office doors opened and Turks in various states of...Turkishness, came out. Rude glared at them all. "Got some news, Guys," he said lowly. "Kind of a big thing."

Reno leaned against the wall casually. "What's up, Partner?" he asked, taking out a cigarette and lighting it up. "What's going down?"

Rude glared at him and stalked over, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and crushing it. "New rule, Reno; no more smoking around Kandi," he growled. "Second hand smoke is bad for the baby."

"Baby?" Reno asked in confusion. "What ba--HOLY SHIT! Rude! You gonna be a daddy?!"

Kandi covered her ears at the high pitched squeals that came from the female Turks. Instantly she was swarmed with estrogen energy as they all bounced, yes bounced, over to her. Rude got all the testosterone as the guys congratulated him. Yay. Woo. Sperm go inside, find egg, fertilize, makes a spark. Guy all done. Fuck, that wasn't hard. She'd done that. Now, came the hard, scary part.

Oh, Zack, she though to herself. How the hell did you do this?

Oh. Right. Coma. Idiot.

This was gonna be a long nine months.

A/N: Surprise! (grins evilly) I gave my OC a back story no one cares about. (hits self) I'm a bad author.