A/N: This story is listed as complete because this chapter can be read as a One-Shot. If you continue reading, you will find that the continuation is not complete at this time. I hope you enjoy my work and that this clarifies any confusion you may have! Please review, or shoot me a PM if you have any ideas for the future plot/a future story! :)

Monday mornings are never anyone's favorite time of the week. It does not matter who you are or what you're doing, chances are something is going to happen on a Monday that makes you look forward to the coming weekend. University life is unique and even Monday mornings don't seem so bad when you're doing what you love. But that doesn't make them any less of a Monday morning. Hiro smacked his alarm clock with more distain than usual this particular Monday morning and rolled onto his back with a groan. Whoever invented 8:30am classes had clearly never been a real university student and surely had no idea what they were doing.

At 19, his feet dangled off the edge of the bed now and his face had lost some of its childish roundness. He scratched the scruff on his face with annoyance as he pulled himself up out of bed and headed for the shower. Monday mornings were a blur of muscle memory actions and before Hiro had even fully reached consciousness he was sitting in his unassigned – but completely claimed by him – seat in the lecture hall. Being a fourth year student in a first year class was the absolute worst experience and he sat glassy eyed looking in the direction of the professor, but not really absorbing anything being taught. Distribution credits were almost as bad as 8:30 classes.

"Good morning Hiro" said the worker behind the counter at the café he frequented. All the cafes on campus had the same kind of coffee, but he always liked to believe this particular one made it better. The older woman had the drink half made before he even reached the counter

"Good morning, hope it's hot today."

"Bad case of the Mondays?" The worker laughed and passed him the large paper cup of energy. "Don't worry about this one – it's on the house"

Hiro smiled and thanked her before heading on his way to the lab. His new tech was coming along well but the recent busyness with assignments for other courses had put him more behind than he was willing to admit. Balancing who you wanted to be and who you had to be was a delicate balancing act in university and sometimes things didn't go as you planned them to. The elevator dinged signaling the arrival at his floor, and before he had even taken a full step out of the library his coffee had disappeared from his hand.

"Gogo, really?"

The speedster stood at the end of the hall way with his coffee up to her mouth. She only shrugged "Gotta keep up if you want to keep your coffee. Woman up."

Hiro rolled his eyes and shook his head. There was a reason he frequented the café as much as he did and that was because it had somehow become a running joke to steal his coffee every day. Whether it was Gogo zipping by and taking it right from his hand or it just mysteriously disappearing from where he had set it down, he spent much more money on coffee than he really should have needed to. The lab was much more awake than he was with people going this way and that working on their own projects, and he settled in to work at his desk in relative peace. Hours passed without incident though his productivity was minimal because for whatever reason he couldn't keep focused no matter what he did. Mondays….

"Hey Hiro, want to join us for dinner? We're going to that place around the corner that you like" Honey Lemon's voice shocked Hiro out of whatever dazed stupor he was lost in and it took him a minute to process what she had said. He glanced at the clock which read 9:00pm and a confused look filtered across his features as he mentally questioned where the day had gone.

"Yeah sure, let me just grab my stuff" Hiro looked at his hardly started project with defeat and packed his things away. Sometimes you have to just admit when you need to take some time off and not worry about the due dates and the pressure. His stomach gave an unimpressed rumble in agreement that dinner sounded like a fantastic idea. On the walk to the restaurant he discussed with Wasabi the weird 'off' feeling he had been experiencing all day.

"It happens. Sometimes you just get burnt out and you have to be prepared to deal with it"

"Yeah it's just unfortunate since I have that huge project do for AFE"

"That class is a bitch to begin with and the prof isn't any nicer. You'll get it done" Gogo chimed in from behind them.

Dinner was great and Hiro found that the knot in the back of his neck began to loosen a little. The stress of nearing the end of the semester seemed to melt away from him as he sat around the table with his friends laughing and shooting shit. It had been way too long since he had any time to really enjoy himself and it was really nice to have the opportunity to feel something other than sleep deprivation and caffeine jitters. After dinner they went back to Fred's house and played cards. A few drinks were passed around and before long the card game lay forgotten as the hours ticked further into the morning. Hiro squinted in the general direction of his phone, the alcohol having made his vision blur slightly. 4:36am.

"Hey Fred, do you mind if I spend the night? Aunt Cass would be pissed if I woke her up coming home at this hour" Hiro laughed, finding his words much funnier than they really needed to be.

"Yeah sure bud, just go up the stairs and on the right there's a guest room. Don't mind the smell though – my mother keeps her candles in there." Fred made a face

"Anyone else who wants to stay go that way too, there's a few rooms up there."

The group continued to laugh when Fred gestured wildly in the direction of the guest rooms and lost his balance at the force of his swinging arm. Hiro smiled and with some difficulty struggled up the stairs and into the first guest room. The room was elegant like the rest of the house, and was bigger than the room he had once shared with Tadashi at home. There was a bathroom off the side of the room where Hiro went to relieve himself. The mirror was fuzzy around the edges when he went to wash his hands and he laughed. He thanked sober Hiro for choosing to have no classes on Tuesdays, since this "Monday-Funday" business had probably just ruined his productivity for tomorrow too. He drank a glass of water from the pitcher sitting on the nightstand – Heathcliff really did think of everything – and prayed to the hangover gods to be kind to him tomorrow. He stripped down to his boxers and crawled into the queen sized bed and was just about to drift off when he heard the door click closed. A moment of drunken confusion washed over him before he dismissed it as Heathcliff closing the door he had forgotten to shut earlier.

Then the bed shifted beside him. Hiro turned over to face whatever or whoever was getting into bed with him and in the dim moon light flickering in from the window he saw a flash of dark hair and the silhouette of a woman.

"Who…?" He trailed off. Between being drunk and half asleep he wasn't really sure how to form a sentence.

"Gogo… All rooms are full… Move over idiot" She grumbled with her words slurring together. Hiro would come to learn later that one of the guest rooms had a plumbing issue, leaving Gogo without a place to sleep and that he had claimed the only guest room with a bed large enough for two people. He obeyed her words without question, shifting over to make room for her and lifting the blanket.

"Huh. Chivalry is not dead" She said with a short laugh before climbing in beside him. He hadn't given thought to the fact that his clothes were lying discarded on the floor until he felt her arm brush against his chest and her sharp intake of breath. The air in the room was thick for a moment and Hiro wasn't quite sure if he should speak.

"Sorry…" she mumbled before turning her back to him and falling silent.

Hiro shrugged and laid back down facing her back, blinking slowly in confusion. His eyelids were heavy with sleep and intoxication and eventually they shut completely. He heard her breathing from across the mattress coming in even breaths and felt her roll over to face him. Her knees were just barely touching his bare legs and his eyes popped open again. He found her looking right at him with alcohol glazed eyes and a slightly disgruntled look on her face. Hiro opened his mouth to ask her what was wrong when she reached up and pulled him forward by the hair, their lips meeting in the middle of the space between them. It wasn't sweet, or loving, or needy, or wanton. It just was. Hiro froze for a moment before his clouded judgment lead him to return her kiss. Gogo pulled away and looked at him in confusion as if she wasn't totally sure what she had just done, and Hiro leaned forward to kiss her again.

It was different this time. His tongue slid across the join of her lips and she gladly fought him for control. He moved closer to her and rolled her on her back supporting himself with one arm. One of his legs moved between hers to further stabilize him and his right hand found the smooth curve of her waist. She gasped at his touch and tugged more firmly on his hair, her other hand snaking its way around his back and digging in her fingernails. Her hand explored his back with vigor and left small red lines in their wake as their tongues tangled together in their mouths. The alcohol had made them both uncoordinated but still their blood ran hot with every touch of every finger. Hiro made his way down her neck, kissing and nipping at the skin there. He was in a daze. All that existed was the woman beneath him and all he could think of was where he wanted to touch her next. He wanted to hear more of the little sounds she made when he suckled her earlobe and when his hand slid up to cup her breast through her bra. The blood pounded in his ears and he knew she could feel his erection on her leg.

Gogo pulled at him desperate for him to be closer. Sounds escaped her freely as he tortured her skin and she arched up into his hand. She ground her thigh against the bulge in his underwear and she cried out. He wasn't Hiro anymore, he was a man and she wanted him more than anything. He kissed her again and she nibbled his lip. He used the arching of her back to reach behind her and unclasp her bra. Using one hand while drunk made it difficult but after a minute her breasts were free and he was on them. His lips were around one of her stiff nipples in moments while his free hand teased the other. Gogo threw her head back, the heat continuing to pool in her lower abdomen. She was so wet, and she wanted him inside of her. Foreplay was great but it wasn't what she wanted right now. She spread her legs and he nestled himself between them, continuing his work on her chest.

"Gnnnuh.. Fuck. Fuck me. Please… Now." She moaned; her words breaking.

Her chest heaved and her breath came in pants. Hiro smirked against her skin but followed her command. He pulled away just long enough to remove their remaining clothing before he was back on her. Their bodies burned where their skin touched and the heat between them was rising. She closed her eyes and bit her lip in anticipation and Hiro wasted no time lining himself up to enter her body. He slid in easily, her arousal encasing him in wet heat. He groaned into her shoulder as he began to thrust in and out of her. Gogo wrapped her legs around his waist and her hands clawed at his back; small red lines appearing from under her fingernails. His cock filled her completely and even in the drunken haze pleasure rocked her body in waves. His thrusts made her crazy and all she wanted was more. They lay there in the dark their bodies rocking together as he fucked her and he kissed her neck and shoulder, leaving marks on her sensitive skin. He pounded into her with reckless abandon and his thrusts started to become erratic. She pulled him tighter to her, the passion pulsing through her and settling in her core.

"Fuck… Don't stop" She pleaded with him over and over, pushing closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. Her legs locked behind his back and she pushed her body up to meet his with every thrust. Hiro obliged, his own orgasm fast approaching. Everything in the world fell away as he moved inside her, her pleas pushing him closer and closer.

"I… I'm gonna…" He panted through gritted teeth as he continued to drill into her. Somewhere in the back of his mind it occurred to him that they weren't using protection, but honestly he didn't really care. The feeling of her folds wrapped around him was too much.

"Please, don't stop… oh fuck please…" She begged, the words falling from her in gasps. She was so close she couldn't bear to have him stop now. She needed him. She wanted him to blow his load inside her, to feel him fill her up from the inside. Hiro slammed himself into her one final time before he came. He grunted and bit into his bottom lip as he felt himself shoot deep inside her body. Gogo's fingernails dug into his shoulders and her mouth fell open as she came hard around him. Her entire body tightened down on him and no sound escaped her as she reached her own peak, the feeling of him coming inside of her sending her spiraling into climax. Hiro rutted against her and forced out the last of his release into her desperate body. He relaxed his weight on top of her, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. He kissed her once, chastely, before resting his forehead on her chest. Her hands trailed up and down his back and they basked in the afterglow of their orgasm. Hiro softened and slipped out of her body and lay beside her. She curled up on her side facing away from him and quickly was asleep. He glanced over at her for a moment before sleep overtook him as well.

Hiro awoke to the sound if bird chirping happily in the trees outside the window of the guest bedroom and the sound nearly split him in half. His head throbbed horribly and his body felt worn out and sluggish. So much for the kindness of the hangover gods. His mouth tasted like the Sahara desert and he pulled himself into a sitting position while rubbing the thick sleep from his eyes in search of the water jug on the night stand. He was confused only for a moment why there was someone in his bed before the memory came flooding back to him. Gogo shifted in her sleep but did not awaken, and Hiro flushed bright red. As gently as he could he slipped out of bed and scavenged for his clothes. All thought of water left him as he searched desperately for his things, interrupted only twice by waves of nausea. Gogo lay still asleep in bed sound asleep and snoring gently when Hiro shut the door to the room behind him. He caught sight of himself in one of the hallway mirrors as he headed for the front door and groaned mentally at himself. His clothes were ruffled and clearly hastily put on, his hair stuck off at awkward angles that he wasn't sure were caused by sleeping or by Gogo's hands running through it, and he was practically green in the face.

He struggled out the front door into the brightly lit day. He squinted against the light; his head giving a painful reminder of how much he had drank last night. His phone was dead so he had no idea what time it was, but judging from the lack of people around he figured it must be fairly early in the morning. He set out towards the bus stop in hopes to be able to catch a ride home and sure enough within minutes of him getting there the bus arrived. He remarked to himself how that was a lucky break and rested his forehead against the cool glass of the window. The gentle rock of the bus made him want to puke and he was never more thankful for when the bus stopped across the street from home. The café was open for the early bird customers and he dreaded the look on Aunt Cass' face as he headed toward it. He just wanted to drink gallons of water, sleep and take a shower. Bracing himself, he walked through the door.

"Where the hell have – Hiro what happened to you?" Aunt Cass surveyed him up and down.

"Party at Fred's. Can't talk… Gotta puke…" He said, hoping to avoid her questions until later in the day when he felt like a human being again.

He dragged his sorry ass up the stairs to his room and flopped down on his bed. He plugged his phone in to charge and drank the entirety of the water bottle sitting on his night stand before looking at the time – 8:56am. Hiro didn't even have the energy to change before he fell asleep again. He stayed in bed all day and only emerged around supper time. He came down just as Aunt Cass had finished cooking dinner and joined her at the table. He picked at his food, his body still weak and queasy from the hours he had spent vomiting that afternoon.

"So what happened last night?" She asked cautiously.

"We all went to Fred's after dinner… One too many drinks I guess." Hiro laughed nervously, hoping she wouldn't inquire anymore. He was still trying to process the events from the night before himself, and he didn't really want to get into that conversation with his aunt after all. Luckily for him she shrugged it off with a stern look and a reminder to drink more water next time. Hiro ate a small portion of his food and went back to bed. He was dreading seeing Gogo at the lab the next morning especially since he had run away on her like that, but he knew he would have to face her sometime.

When his alarm went off the next morning he went through the morning routine on auto pilot. This week was turning into a week of Mondays, he thought to himself as he sat through the 1st year class again. His conversation with the lady at the café was not nearly as chipper as the fear of what facing Gogo would be like weighed down on him. As the elevator dinged to signal the arrival on his floor he froze. How could he have done this? How could he have just left her there after? How mad was she? Would she ever speak to him again? Thoughts raced through his mind as he walked down the hall to the lab. To everyone else, it was just another Wednesday. His friends were laughing and joking as they worked on their projects. His eyes sought out Gogo, who was working on some new thing to increase the efficiency of public transportation. She didn't even turn around when he walked in and he found himself oddly put out by it. Was he really that forgettable? Did she even remember?

"Hey everyone" He said as he walked through, his friend echoing back to him the greeting.

"Hey Hiro" Gogo spun around in her chair to face him, a disapproving smile on her face. He suddenly couldn't meet her eyes and hurried to his desk.

Weeks went by without further incident. The group continued to spend time together, and it was like nothing had changed. Hiro figured that if Gogo wasn't going to make a big deal out of what happened between them, why should he? The two interacted as if nothing had ever happened, with the exception of the occasional lingering glance or knowing look. Gogo caught him checking her out once, lost in memory of what her skin felt like, and "accidentally" knocked his coffee off the desk and into his lap. He was more careful to watch where his eyes were after that. To everyone it seemed as if nothing had ever happened for a long time, until one day at the lab when Gogo wasn't feeling great. She was sitting at her desk working on schematics when suddenly she became very dizzy. The feeling only lasted for a few moments and she dismissed it as just not sleeping enough – until she got home for the day.

The dizziness hit her again just as she stepped through the door to her apartment, and the realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Her stomach filled with dread and her hands shook. She dropped off her school things and headed down to the drug store. She stood staring at the shelf of pregnancy tests for a long time. There were so many brands, and so many options she had no idea what to do. At last she grabbed one that had two in it and made her way home, that way she could check twice and be double sure she wasn't actually pregnant right?

Whoever said that at home pregnancy tests are simple was right, but they are also gross. Gogo washed the pee off her hand as the two sticks sat on her bathroom counter. The instructions said it took three minutes for the test to process, but it felt like an eternity. She sat on the side of her tub with her legs shaking up and down, checking her phone every 10 seconds to see if the timer for three minutes had gone off yet. When the timer sounded she took a deep breath and stood. She had put a washcloth over the tests so that she wouldn't just sit there staring at them while she waited, and now she almost didn't want to take it off again.

"Woman up Gogo. I'm sure this was all in your head anyway. Just do it" She mentally scolded herself before grabbing the edge of the washcloth and lifting it.

Both tests showed the same result. There, on the little digital screens of the blue and white sticks, was "Pregnant – 3+ weeks ". Gogo sat back down on the edge of the tub and just stared at the floor.

Well fuck.

A/n: Thanks for reading. Just a reminder this is the end of the One-shot and the rest of the story is not finished yet, but feel free to read on!