Title - Inattendue

Summary - Future!Simon leaves something behind.

It had been two months since the disappearance of who her friends had called superhoodie, but whom she had come to know was Simon from the future, Alisha's heart had been broken, along with the frustration knowing that really he was within touching distance. He wasn't the Simon that she fell in love with, but already she had started to see glimpses of what he would become, his confidence building day by day.

It was Simon which had lead her to be in her current situation, staring into the community center mirror, doing everything that she could to avoid looking at the steadily developing test in front of her.

Closing her eyes, she forced herself to finally look down, to where two blue lines were mockingly standing out.

"Shit" She muttered to herself before dropping her head against the cool glass of the mirror,
settling her growing headache.

He knew, he must have known that this was going to happen, everything that had happened to Simon had happened to him... unless... this hadn't happened to him.

She slowly turned and slid down the wall to sit on the floor. What did that mean? Did she miscarry? Or have an abortion without ever telling Simon? Should she tell Simon? The baby was biologically his, but he had never had sex with her, had taken no part in conception,
so was the baby his.

"Time travel is a headfuck." She muttered to herself.

She looked up at the sound of the door opening, as was her luck of late, it was Simon who entered, finding her gaze with his large blue eyes.

"Are you alright" He asked gently, gazing down at her unusual position on the floor.

"Yeah" she answered, lifting herself off the floor, and attempting to move surreptitiously towards the test, Simon unfortunately noticed this and picked it up with the intention of handing it to her before drawing it closer to his face and frowning. He glanced up at her, lips pursed and a crease between his intense eyes.

"You should talk to Curtis" He said, holding her gaze.

"I don't need to." she snapped, grapping the test from his hand and throwing it into the nearest bin. Simon continued to look at her with warring emotions.

"He has a right to know" He said nervously, holding himself tense, as if expecting to be attacked. Alisha paused before turning the tap on.

"It's nothing to do with him." She said softly, looking away.

"Who" He asked, taking a step forward.

"I'll tell him in my own time"

"Did somebody hurt you" He nearly whispered, hands twitching, aching to comfort.

Alisha turned away, dropping the paper towels she had used to dry her hands into the bin before turning at the door.

"Not physically"