Right next to the green looking lake near the docks was a large shack. The small yard was filled with junk that was either washed up from the shore, items collected around town or made by the captive bear. Inside on the comforter/bed, Spike and Vox were sitting on it in front of a small box TV with a game set hooked up. The game console looked like it was put together by tape and other sticky substances to keep it together. Gertie herself was on the ground next to the guys, she and Vox playing what looked like a racing game.

Spike, on the other hand, was far from them, his mind was that is. He had a solemn look on his face as he stared out the single window. Replaying what already happened that day. Taking in the many information he had learned and also getting over the fact he got shocked again.

Gertie and Vox looked at each other, both sharing a look.

"What he so gloom this time?" Gertie asked Vox.

"He had another moment," Vox explained.

"I can knock sense into head if he wants." Gertie offered as she smashed her virtual cart into Vox, sending it tail spinning before speeding ahead. "Ghost no real."

"No no, they are real, but what he is feeling is different." Vox said. He tries to hand the controller over to Spike. "Want to play next?" he offered.

Spike didn't respond, either he didn't hear Vox or did but chose not to respond.

Gertie grunted, stomping her large foot, causing the shack to shake. "Earth to Spike." she said as she kept stomping to get his attention.

"Gert, stop that." Vox said, reaching over and putting a hand on her arm. "You're gonna have your shack collapse on us again."

"I can repair."

"Not with packaging tape and honey you big girl."

Spike finally looked away from the window once realizing everything was shaking, turning to look at the two. "Uh…no. Sorry, what did you ask?" he asked.

Vox studied him, his torn ear flickered before sighing, putting the controller down on the stacked wood pallets used as a coffee table. "Okay brother, what's really going on?" he asked Spike.

"Is it about the girl we saw breaking Harpy to pieces?" Gertie asked.

"I just…I just got a lot on my mind." Spike said before sighing. "I just learned I have a son."

Both Vox and Gertie looked at him surprised.

"You have spawn?" Gertie asked, looking him up and down. "You no good looking, how you got girl to fuck you?"

"Gertie!" Vox hissed.

Spike narrowed his eyes on her. "Gee thanks for the boost of confidence, Gert. I actually need some of that." he spoke sarcastically.

"What? He's small, tiny. His dick is~"

"Can we not talk about my dick please?" Spike groaned, blushing red.

Vox nudged Gertie before turning to Spike. "That's actually great news to hear! Is that why your mate came here?"

"She came here to save us all, and yeah to take me home." Spike explained.

"Still. How old is he?" Vox asked.

"Rachel told me that he's a week old…" Spike muttered.

Vox hummed. "Okay, okay, you missed the birth, that's bad, but dude, once you're out of here, you have many years to spend time with him."

Gertie snorted. "Why you look so gloom though? You should be happy to have baby. Babies are cute."

Spike stared at the two, rubbing his face. "I…I don't know if I'm able to be a father. Especially with how fucked up my head is. I-I haven't had a night terror in a while, but last time I had it it was really bad. What if I have an episode and I end up hurting my mate again? Celestia forbid, I end up hurting him? That would literally kill me." Spike admitted. "I-I want to be one but I don't know if my head would let me."

Gertie glared at him. "You take responsibility for child. You make mistake yes, but you can't run from responsibility. You ran from baby mama once, you ended up here. Not many of us have people who want to have us back. I took responsibility for my twenty cubs, I made mistakes but I conquered."

Both males looked up and down at the large bear. "I'm sorry but how many?" Vox asked with his voice strained.

"Twenty. Multiple sets of quads. Handfuls my cubs were but seeing and watching them grow up, best experience of my life. Will probably have more after I leave." Gertie explained.

"No offense but how old are you?" Spike asked, looking at her closely.

"Sixteen. Bears mature at age three." Gertie said so casually.

Both Spike and Vox looked at Gertie as if she grew extra arms and three more heads.

"We broke into Snowball's liquor cellar, I watched you drink eight large barrels in one setting!" Vox shouted.

"Snowball forced us all to bathe in the lake four months ago!" Spike groaned in memory. Remembering all of the captive creatures forced into the lake.

Both of them counting off things they did together, not knowing Gertie was sixteen!

"Sixteen yes, but more brains and maturity the two of you put together. Still can out drink you." She said as she reached over to the corner of the shack and pulled out one of the said barrels and took a big drink. "If any fool tries, I will crush them. No one tried it yet." she shrugged as she put the barrel down. She then looked at Spike. "You told your mate about what you're feeling?"

"N-n-no." Spike responded. "Things happened before I could say…"

"Talk to her. Tell her what you're feeling. Don't bottle up feelings or emotions. When you leave, go be a father, ya purple bastard." She snarled. "So help me, I will crush you into jelly!"