Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original characters or places or names, etc. Would like to, though.

Summary: A moment in life of a certain Tracy boy. A conversation between him and his special someone. Short and fluffy.

Rating: PG-13 or T, because there is a thought of them having sex. Yup. It is there.

Genre: No action, no adventure, just a little romancing.

Movie-verse/ TV-verse, you pick the one you like. I like him in both verses.

Any odd use of words or grammar are totally my fault. English is just my hobby.

Reviews are highly appreciated. Constructive criticism is always welcome. But no flames, if possible. My ego is very sensitive. And I burn easily.

Shawnie

Space-made

The morning was beautiful, as were almost all the mornings here. Patricia was standing on the beach watching the sunrise. The sea was calm, only a soft breeze was making tiny waves on the surface.

Patricia was happy. Her life here on the Tracy Island was in a good shape. She had learned how to harness her work at the art gallery and her good sense of human nature and negotiation skills to the use of the International Rescue. She was now a good addition to the team, in more ways than one, because after many months of hesitation, she was now also married to one of the team members. Man whom she loved endlessly... John Tracy. And in addition to all that, she had a secret.

The sun was rising rapidly, throwing it's beams to give the beach a golden shine. Patricia closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the sun, and the fresh scent of the ocean.

"Good morning, beautiful!" Patricia heard a soft voice behind her. She turned and saw John standing there, smiling in the way that only he could. His blond hair reflected the glittering sunlight, all fuzzy.

John wrapped his arms around Patricia and kissed her gently. "I got worried when I couldn't find you from my side when I woke up."

Patricia grinned at him warmly. "I just wanted to come here to sort my thoughts. But I'm glad you came too." She took a little cookie from her pocket as she felt it again. The nausea which had been her companion for a few mornings already was coming back.

"Are you all right, Tricia?" John asked with a sign of worry in his face. "You look a little pale."

Patricia sighed. The time to tell her secret had come. She looked John into his eyes - those beautiful blue eyes - and smiled softly. "Yes, I'm all right. I'm just pregnant."

John gazed at his wife speechless for a moment. "What?" he finally said. "How is it possible? I mean, you know, we have used... stuff to prevent that. " He looked at her questioningly, trying to figure out what she was thinking behind those dark blue eyes.

Patricia ran her fingers through John's hair. "I know," she said with a smile. "But they aren't 100 percent sure, you know? Accidents happen." She bowed her head down and started to dig the sand with her shoe.

"So, this was an accident? Or was it done on purpose?" John looked a little suspicious.

Patricia felt trapped. And a little guilty. "I'm sorry, John. I really am," she said guietly. "But I did want very much to have a baby."

John cupped her face into his hands and kissed her. "You are forgiven," he said softly. "As a matter of fact..." he smiled with a little tease in his eyes, "I was going to suggest that we should make a baby soon. But I would have asked your opinion first!"

"Yeah, right," Patricia said and grinned. "But you know, I think that actually, we can blame your father for this!"

John stared at her questioningly. "How so?"

Patricia's grin widened. "Because I think that this baby is space-made."

"Space-made?" John looked puzzled. Then the meaning dawned to him. "You mean, when you were visiting me at the station?"

Patricia nodded. "And it was originally your father's idea to send me there. So, he really is to blame!"

"Yeah, I think you're right. And I have to make sure he will know that!" John said and captured his wife's smiling lips into a loving and very passionate kiss.