Hi Everyone! Gypsy's back! Sorry I took so long, but it's been a crazy time right now! I know, I know, no excuses. So, without further ado, here's chapter 3!

Elsa woke up feeling very calm. For the first time in eight months, she'd actually slept the whole night through. Her nights were usually plagued with insomnia, and those that weren't had her waking up from nightmares. Nightmares that involved reliving that night, and how she wished she could have stopped it. She would wake at 3 or 4 in the morning and just try to keep herself busy. She found that dwelling on the nightmare wasn't helpful at all.

But this time, Elsa's sleep was deep and dreamless. She awoke without aches and pains, but with the same urge to pee as every 35-week pregnant woman.

When she entered the bathroom, she decided to take a shower as well. Elsa adjusted the water to the appropriate temperature and jumped in. Her mind wandered while she washed up. She thought about the night before when Joan had brought her latest craving. While she devoured 3 salads in about 10 minutes, Joan brought her up to date on her old team. At the moment, they were trying to manufacture and enzyme they'd found in Dren's remains. It supposedly helped chickens grow larger to help them support themselves with their steroid-infused breasts. Knowing that made Elsa temporarily eat around the grilled chicken. Thinking about her old team made Elsa nostalgic. Joan then began to ask Elsa about what she would do after delivery.

*Flashback*

Elsa took a sip of her water and looked at Joan.

"Okay then, what will I be doing when I get back?"

"Well, since you most likely won't want to work with your original team, I found a different position for you in the neurobiology department."

"But, my doctorate is in Microbiology."

"I know, and you will be working in a microbiology field. You'll be studying the brain cells of those with neurological disorders, try to find a treatment or cure for many different diseases." Elsa contemplated this while eating.

"Sounds alright, pretty uniform work I presume?"

"Not as exciting as splicing animal genes and creating new species, but I figure you've had enough excitement in that field for a lifetime." Elsa stared at her salad, silently agreeing with Joan. She finished her food and got up to waddle to the trashcan. Joan couldn't help but chuckle at Elsa's movement.

"Elsa dear, you look like you're about to pop", she said light-heartedly. Elsa let a small laugh slip.

"True, I'm huge. I feel like a beached whale when I'm lying in bed."

"I know exactly how you feel. In my last week with Thomas, I refused to leave the house because I felt too big to fit through the door." Both women laughed, enjoying the shared feeling. "Have you been…feeling a lot of movement?" The air began to go stale, and would soon become cold.

"Yes, very strong too. It sometimes wakes me up at night." That, and remembering its conception.

"Well, only a few more weeks and you'll never be kicked by it again."

"I'll also never see my child again." The tension became thick. Elsa and Jean looked straight at each other.

"Elsa, as a friend, I sympathize with you and understand what you feel. But as a scientist, and because of your loss, I must remind you that this isn't a normal pregnancy by any length of the imagination. It's not just the fruit of your looms, but also that of a half-human creature you and Clive manufactured in a lab. One of which you used your own ovum for."

"I did NOT use my own egg to create Dren!" Elsa slammed her hands on her kitchen counter in anger. Clive had suggested the same thing. It made her sick to think both her boyfriend and her boss would think she'd be that sick. "Check the DNA, Dren was created from an anonymous donor, not me."

"That may be true, but that's not the point. The point is that fetus inside of you is N.E.R.D. property. You signed over your parental rights to us four months ago."

"I know that," Elsa snapped. She took a deep breath and repeated, "I know that. I'm not saying I'm suddenly having second thoughts and want to keep it, because I don't. I'm just saying my maternal instinct is kicking into high gear lately. It's making me feel guilty for selling something with half my DNA to a lab for experiments." Elsa whispered the last part. Joan, with mixed feelings herself, grasped her hand.

"I understand, truly I do. I don't know what I would do if I were in your position. All you can do is what you think is right. And believe me; giving the specimen to N.E.R.D. Laboratories is the right thing to do." She couldn't find anything to say, so she simply nodded her head.

After that, Joan decided it was time to leave. Elsa gave her the vitals she'd recorded. Promised to call her the next day, and went to bed as soon as Joan drove off. Elsa was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

*End Flashback*

Elsa sighed, still mentally exhausted from the night before. She closed her eyes and leaned against the cool tile wall as the hot water beat against her back. She was about to fall asleep again when she was jolted by her phone ringing. She turned off the water and stepped out of the warm, steamy stall into the icy air. While wrapping a towel around her large belly, Elsa cursed living in Connecticut. Cold September days like this made her yearn for California beaches.

Elsa waddled as fast as she could, but her phone still cut to voicemail before she could reach it.

"Damn it!" Elsa cursed. She went about getting dressed while the machine played the message.

"Elsa, its Joan. If you're there, please pick up the phone," Joan sounded distressed, but she continued to talk so Elsa kept pulling up her yoga pants. "Listen, I don't want to worry you or stress you out any, but… there was an accident at the lab. A computer virus caused all electricity in the building to shut down. All the freezers stopped and everything inside them went bad except-"Elsa paused at pulling down her shirt. She was about to turn to see why the machine suddenly stopped when she heard it.

Clicking.

Then breathing.

Elsa's heart dropped into her stomach. The tears began to swell in her eyes. There was no way, no possible way. She'd killed him herself. She herself had landed the fatal blow. He was dead. He was dead. He was dead…

Elsa swallowed the lump in her throat. Holding her breath, she swung herself around. Got it over with quick. She knew Dren wasn't there. His corpse was frozen at N.E.R.D., she was alone in her house, and it was just her imagination.

She was wrong.

Standing not three feet away from her was Dren. Her creation and father of her fetus, who she killed herself, was standing in her bedroom with the answering machine cord hanging in his hand. His wings were out, her window was wide open, and he was stark naked. But Elsa didn't notice any of that. All she could see was his eyes. His dark, intense eyes, they felt like they were cutting into her soul. They made her completely tremble. Tears slipped from her eyes and down her face.

"Dren…" Elsa whispered. Dren's chin lifted and he opened his mouth.

"Elllsssssaaaaaaaa," his voice was deep, scratchy and he struggled to speak, but he did speak. Hearing his voice shocked Elsa to the core. He said her name. Dren spoke to her. They weren't the first words he ever said, but it was the first time her name came from his mouth. It was the last thing Elsa remembered before blacking out.