Immaculate Crucifixion

The next thing I know, I'm in a bed, back in Absolution. Frac, Metatron, Kassandra, and Grace had somehow made it out of the Icon. I don't think they realize yet they probably have Lenore to thank for that. The Icon had malfunctioned (There's an understatement) and was trying to turn me into... It tried to turn me into something like the thing we saw back in Millhaven. I remember pain, lots of pain. And fear. And then it let me go. And then I was in the bed I was talking about.

Dr. Mendoza comes to check me out. Grace and Kassandra are there. The doctor tells me I'll be fine, and tells me there's something he wants me to hear. He puts his stethescope on my abdomen and puts the earpieces in my ears. I hear movement, a heartbeat. 

"It's still alive, still kicking, still fighting, just like you."

I stare at him, dumbstruck for a moment. He tells me, that, yes, I'm pregnant, and have been since before I was put in stasis.

Pregnant! So much is going through my head that none of it is able to come out of my mouth intelligibly. I can't be. I haven't had sex. And apart from that, I'm a synthetic. There's no possible way.... But, that was a heartbeat. So, I really must be. Somehow.

Grace holds me, comforts me, reassures me. It brings me back to my senses a little. She reminds me that it's my body, my choice to carry this child or not. I tell her that I can't end this pregnancy. It feels too important, too special, to not go through with. Besides, if this baby survived stasis for millions of years, I can't deny it a chance at life now.

But, trouble's on it's way. The Eastern government knows about me, and wants me. And, if they know about the baby, they'll want it, too. Well, I'll be damned if I'm gonna let that happen. And so, we're running. Again. Hopefully we'll have a chance to at least catch our breath soon. We all have a lot to talk about. I'm not sure what I should tell them about the only other pregnancy I've ever seen. Dr. McKellan didn't know where Persephone came from, either. I can hope this isn't like that. I can hope there's a simpler explanation, a memory I haven't gotten back yet. But, even if I knew for certain this child would be like Persephone, I still would have kept it. I'm determined this child is going to be able to make it's own choices, no matter where it came from. I should tell them about Persephone, though, when I get the chance. They need to know why I'm so scared. I know they don't think this is going to be easy, but I'm not sure if they understand just how sticky this might get. Honestly, I'm not sure if I do, either.