Hey all so this is my first time publishing a story on this site. I absolutely love MarcoxAce, and sadly none of the characters in this FanFiction belong to me, they belong to Oda. Simply put if they did belong to me, I wouldn't have killed Ace or Whitebeard. Anyway, this story was something I thought of and decided to put to paper. I liked it enough to put it on here, so please be nice. I've gone over it numerous times, but if you see any grammar or (god forbid) spelling error's please let me know.

CHAPTER 1

It was dark, and endless, and all consuming. Or at least it felt that way as Ace floated there in the darkness. He had lost to Teach, he had lost to the man whom he had sworn to Pop's to defeat in lea of Thatch's death. As he sat in the dark he thought of Luffy and his crew and all the adventures they must be having. He thought of his old crew now a part of Whitebeards giant family, he thought of his friends and comrades in the Whitebeard crew and of their allies. He thought of Pop's and how no matter how many times he had tried to kill him, and despite his tainted blood, how he had still accepted him and called him 'son.' Lastly he thought of Marco, and the romance that had bloomed between them in the last few months before he had left. He thought of the Phoenix and that was when he began to cry. Crying as he thought of the hurt look on his lovers face when he had set off, despite Pop's and the rest of the crew trying to stop him. He thought of the stolen kisses they'd shared, and remembered holding onto the others hand as they confessed to Pop's their relationship, and of how Pop's had just smiled and given his blessing. Then he thought of the news that Marco would never hear from him, the news that had almost made Ace give up his quest.

Why hadn't he given up when he had heard?

He had thought even with his failing powers he'd be able to kill Teach and his crew. He had been wrong, and now he was here floating in nothing, waiting to be handed to the Navy who would lock him in Impel Down and then execute him like they had his father.

His father.

He hadn't thought of him in a long time, not since he had told Marco and Pop's then finally accepted himself as a Whitebeard pirate. The Navy would rush to execute him once they realized what he carried, what he hadn't told Marco, what only he and his little brothers reindeer doctor knew. That he was Pregnant.

He had heard the stories of Devil Fruit wielders and their strange powers long before he had eaten one. He had grown up with Luffy and his Gumu Gumu no Mi abilities. However it wasn't until after he had become the revered Fire Fist by eating his Meru Meru no Mi that he had heard of the second fault of those fruit wielders; the ability to carry children. This was of course a fault only to the male fruit eaters, as women already carried the ability from birth. However the ability for males was a strange one and many scientists had set out to discover why it happened. The reason however remained a mystery, and as why it didn't dissuade men from eating the fruit, is that the chances of it happening were rare. So rare, that even is you had numerous male partners in bed the chance of you becoming pregnant was one in thousands, tens of thousands even. Interestingly enough, he had found out from Chopper that there were even rarer cases of non-fruit wielders gaining the ability, if their frequent partner was a fruit wielder. The chance increased a bit when the bottom was a fruit wielder, and after that the chances increased even more if both partners were fruit wielders. Of course with his luck it had to have been on his first and only time, when he had given himself to Marco after months of courting. He still blushed thinking about it, it had been wonderful, and he had almost been looking forward to giving him the news. Marco would be a wonderful father; to bad he had lost and would never get the chance to prove Ace right. Ace rested a hand on his abdomen at that thought. Sitting in the dark, waiting for the inevitable, Ace rested his eyes thinking of the coming loss.

However something reared it head inside him that couldn't stand the thought of the loss. Maybe it was what had allowed his mother the strength to do what she had to keep him safe, but he couldn't let it end like this. Even if it made him a coward he would escape and get back to the Moby Dick. And with that thought he called up all the strength and the flames that he could muster. The ensuing explosion rocked the entire island.

So what do you all think? Please review if you want me to continue, and if I get at lease one person who wants me to I'll put up the next chapter in a week.