Title: Consequences
Author: Kathryn C
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Category: Mainly Michael/Maria, maybe bit of other
couples, not much.
Spoilers: As it is with most fics recently, including
mine, if you are spoiler free do not read.(spoilers posted after sexual healing) I read the
spoilers, I write what might possibly happen. You
have been warned.
Disclaimer: I don't own, although I wish I did.
Feedback:Send. Can't emphasize that enough. No
matter whether it's good or bad
Notes: Always remember, I like happy endings, in some
form.
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Isabel raised her hand slowly and knocked on the door to Michael's apartment. She stood with her head lowered as she waited.
He opened the door slowly. He saw her standing there, staring at the floor. "Want to come in?" he asked uncomfortably.
She nodded and slid awkwardly past him into the apartment, refusing to look at him. They hadn't been normal around each other for a long time.
"What are you doing here?" Michael asked her, coming to sit beside her on the couch.
Tears sprang to Isabel's eyes, "I don't want to be here," she muttered, taking his hand, "Right now I wish I was anywhere in the world but here."
"What is it?" Michael asked insistently.
The tears came stronger as Isabel wiped her hand across her face and looked away. "Michael," she whispered softly. "I'm pregnant."
Her voice dropped even quieter, "With your baby."
She refused to look at Michael, refused to gauge his reaction. She felt the couch move as he shot to his feet and began to pace the apartment floor.
"What are you talking about?" he demanded finally. "It's impossible. There's no way in hell. I mean, it was just a fucking dream Isabel!"
"Obviously it was more than that," Isabel said in a strained voice, blowing her nose with a kleenex.
"No, I mean, it can't be." Michael said, refusing to accept it. He strode back to her and forced her to look at him. "Are you sure it's not Alex's?"
"I wish it were," Isabel said with a sob. "I wish more than anything in the world that it was his. But it's not. It can't be. I mean, we never......I tried with him, but he wasn't ready to go through with something like that."
"Are you sure that there's now way it could be.....?" Michael was grasping at straws. He was desperate. More than anything, he didn't want this to be happening. Especially not now, but more importantly, not ever.
She shook her head and gave him a sweltering look, "It's not something I would forget Michael."
"I know," he mumbled, running his hand through his already mussled hair. "Good God Isabel, how did this happen? How could it all get so screwed up."
"This is one time I wish to God that I wasn't an alien," Isabel said with a broken sob. "I wish that I couldn't get pregnant from a dream, I wish I wasn't betrothed or some such nonsense to you, I wish I didn't have to hurt everyone."
"Maria......" Michael said in a defeated tone, flopping down on the floor. "My God, Maria."
"And Alex, and my parents and Max," Isabel said sadly.
"I just asked her to go steady with me," Michael said with a sigh. "I actually made some plan for the future with her, and now it's all down the drain."
Isabel's lower lip quivered, and she rubbed the back of her beck with her hand. "What in the world are we going to do Michael?"
Michael shook his head, "I don't know Isabel. Are you absolutely, beyond a doubt sure that you are pregnant? I mean, could this be a false alarm?"
Isabel shook her head defeatedly, "I'm 3 weeks late, and 5/5 pregnancy tests all confirm it. I didn't go to a doctor, because I don't know what the baby will look like or what an alien pregnancy constitutes."
Michael didn't say anything for a moment, then finally said thoughtfully, "I wonder if Max and Tess are dreaming about each other like that?"
"I hope not," Isabel said with a weird laugh. "I hope that they can be stronger than whatever pulls us together."
"Unlike us," Michael said, unconsiously raveling apart the afghan on his couch. They should have been stronger. They should have been able to remain faithful to the others. Never mind that it was built into their biological structure and incorporated into a dream.
Now, they would have to break the hearts of the people they loved, and hope to God they understood. He had told Maria about the dreams, just not how far they had started to go. There was no way she would understand, no way she would forgive him for this.
"God Michael," Isabel said, starting to cry again, rivers of tears pouring down her cheeks. "I'm so scared. I'm terrified. I'm pregnant for God's sake. I'm going to be a mother for crying out loud!"
Michael watched for a minute as she cried, sobs racking her body. He couldn't stand it and walked over and gathered her in his arms. He almost instantly wanted to back away. The last time they had touched, the last time they had been close was in that dream, the dream where this all began.
"Shh," he said softly, "It's going to be okay. It'll all be okay. We'll figure something out."
"How is it going to be okay," Isabel sobbed, "Explain to me how it will be okay. Tell me how being pregnant with your child will all work out allright!"
They heard a gasp from behind them, and Michael whirled around. Maria was standing there, her hand on the doorknob, just having walked in.
Her face had turned a deathly shade of pale, and she was frozen on the spot. Her mouth opened and closed but no sound came out.
"Pregnant?" the word finally slipped from her mouth quietly. "Pregnant?"
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