Nikita walks into the new wing of Section and sees Madeline. Nikita is drying her hands with a purple towel.

"Where is Michael?" Madeline asks as she notices his absense.

"Madeline, he has been sick the past three days... this is the second time today that he threw up." Nikita says as she looks around the room. "What is this place?" Nikita asks.

"We'll discuss that once everyone is here." Madeline says softly. Nikita continues to walks around the warehouse like rooms. They are all linked together and Nikita sees a white room all the way at the end.

"Is that a Medlab room?" Nikita asks Madeline as Michael walks in.

"We'll discuss this once everyone is here." Madeline says again and smiles at Nikita. Michael leans over and kisses Nikita's cheek but she pulls away and puts a hand between her and Michael.

"Didn't you wash your mouth out?" Nikita asks angerily.

"I did Nikita." Michael says.

"Well, it still stinks to high heaven!" Nikita complains.

"Did someone fart... I heard that Operations are the worst." Walter says as he enters the room. Madeline motions the trio down to the table.

"You three will be in this wing for an extended stay." Madeline says and immediately, all three operatives react in utter disappointment.

Madeline looks at Michael firmly. "You are pregnant." Madeline says.

"I'm pregnant!" Nikita exclaims in happiness. Although she had told Michael she didn't want children, now that she was, excitement over runs her.

"Nikita, you are not pregnant." Madeline says and Walter moves close to Nikita. "Michael is the one that is pregnant." Madeline says and Nikita starts to scream as Michael sits stunned.

"NO! NO! I have kids! Not Michael! NO! YOUR GIVING MY JOB TO HIM.. YET AGAIN!" Nikita screams as Walter wraps his arms around Nikita's arms that are moving rapidly around.

"We have new techniques, that will allow you two to have your first child in least than two weeks." Madeline says without waiting for Nikita to calm down. "For the sake of Section, Michael will have the baby, but other than us in this room, it will be Nikita who had the baby. You will not be living here until the baby is in your hands." Madeline explains.

"NO! THIS ISN'T NATURAL! NOOOO!" Nikita screams. Mcihael looks worriedly at Madeline.

"It won't.. you know... come out..." Michael says worried about the possibilities.

"We will do the surgery." Madeline says with a soft smile. "All the things that happen to a mother will occur here, but will be more concentrated and more intense." Madeline says. Nikita stops her screaming and starts to laugh. And Nikita laughs.

"Nikita... stop it." Michael orders with a snap.

"I'm going to laugh.. it serves you right.. You take my right to motherhood... I hope it hurts!" Nikita says and she stomps out, down towards the Medlab room. She sees the bed in there, and laughs.

"LOOK MICHAEL STIRRUPS!"

*************

Michael walks into the white room and looks around. There has been a Medlab tech, who will be cancel after the baby has arrived.

Nikita walks over and hands Michael a small blue gown. He holds the paper gown in his hands and stares at Nikita.

"Strip down." Nikita says with a straight face, but she walks out of the room, laughing her head off.

Michael has been in his own little world, trying to figure out the position that he has been placed in. He had sent Madeline to Nikita, but Nikita was taking the defense mechanism of laughter.

Michael starts to take his clothes off and slides on the itchy gown, and is about to hop up onto the table when Nikita clears her throat.

"That means the boxers too...." Nikita says. Michael strips them off, and the too short gown rides up his upper thigh. Michael, shifting to feel comfortable on the table, hits the upper thigh to the ice cold shiny silver stirrups. He quickly pulls away.

"I think I'm going to be sick again.." Michael moans. Nikita grabs the pail and takes it to Nikita.

"Oh the wonders of morning sickness.... let's see, if you are only going to be pregnant for less than two weeks, this may last only a few days." Nikita says as she hands Michael a rag to clean his face. "But then, I have heard some ladies have morning sickness from day one till delivery." Nikita says, and Michael throws up again.

"Now why that? Are you scared... about Delivery?" Nikita asks, and Michael swallows his upcoming meal. Nikita smiles in delightment. "This is too easy!" Nikita smiles with a huge giggle.

"Don't do that." Michael orders as he wipes his face again.

"Oh, would I do that?" Nikita asks, moving her face in to kiss Michael but he pulls away. He leans over the side and throws up again.

"Don't look at me!" Michael orders and Nikita looks up in surprize. Michael tries to look at Nikita's wonderful blue and shiny eyes, but as he starts to inch towards the color he once found peace in, he finds his stomache turning over again. "Get some sunglasses." Michael orders.

"Hey, Madeline.. boy, you guys really screwed his hormones up.... maybe now we can have a heart to heart talk..." Nikita says as she looks down through the rooms. "Hey, maybe if we watch the LION KING now, Michael will cry when Simba's father dies... or better yet.. we can watch Sleepless In Seattle, and Michael will cry with love.... or we can watch soap operas..." Nikita continues as she walks into a different room. Michael leans his head back and takes a deep breath.

"How are these?" Nikita asks, walking in with sunglasses, the exact color of her eyes. Instantly, Michael fills the bucket again.

************

After several minutes, Madeline and Walter join the crowd in the room, where Michael is continually pulling down the paper gown. His face is starting to turn red with embarassment.

"Don't worry... we'll hide it, but it isn't like we haven't all seen it." Madeline says with a motherly smile and a wink. This causes Michael to blush everywhere.

"Let's do the sonogram." The medlab tech. says as he places a towel over Michael, and reveals the very sculpt muscles of Michael's stomache. Nikita begins to laugh.

"No more of those... goodbye." Nikita says as she touches her hands over the muscles. "And you'll have stretch marks.... a reminder to you forever." Nikita comments in a cold voice. Michael can sense that Nikita is not enjoying a moment of this.

The tech, pulls over the screen and machine and squeezes the gel onto Michael's stomache, neglecting to tell him that it is cold.

"EEEHHHWWWW.. that's cold." Michael jumps with shock of the gel.

"Sorry... now lets see that child." The tech says as he places the instrument on the stomache and starts to press hard. He looks at the screen, and barely an outline is seen. Michael's mouth opens wide.

"There it is..." The tech says as Michael's fingers reach for the screen.

"That is inside me?" Michael asks as he traces the outline. "Oh... my little child... ahhhh. What is it?" Michael says as he continues to trace the outline.

"Your finger is on his wee-wee." the tech says, and Nikita, again begins to laugh.

"Like father, like son... but then.. I'm the father... your the mother..." Nikita says, and immediately walks out of the room with tears in her face. Madeline follows.

"Look, Walter.... it's my son!" Michael says excitedly, pointing to the screen, not noticing Nikita.

"Yes." Walter says with a soft smile. He wouldn't tell Michael how he felt it should be Nikita who is on this bed.

The tech soon takes a picture of the sonogram and hands it to Michael. He holds it near his chest and looks down at it.

Madeline walks back in, without Nikita, and looks at Walter. The tech looks at Madeline.

"Usually now, I would say an internal exam was called for." the tech says and Michael's face lights up in anger.

"NO WAY!" Michael yells.

"Well, is there a way to do that kind of exam?" Madeline asks.

"No male has been pregnant before... we are kind of experimenting here." The tech says with a soft smile.

"Spread them, Michael." Madeline says, pointing ot the stirrups.

"No." Michael says firmly.

"I said spread them." Madeline says.

"If he doesn't know what he is doing, he is not doing it." Michael says firmly.

"He is going to explore." Madeline says, and moves to one of Michael's legs. Soon, Madeline and Walter are struggling with Michael's strong legs, and the towel slips. Michael instantly lets his legs get into the stirrups. Madeline replaces the towel and smiles.

"You have to move closer to the edge, and legs further apart." the tech says. "And don't get excited."

***********

Nikita walks into the living room, pushing large dinner cart. Michael sits on the couch, and raises his head looking at Nikita. All of this seems like a strange film, but the sonogram picture reminded Michael that it all was part, and inside him. His son was in him.

"What's this?" Michael asks as Nikita sets a dish of various pills next to Michael.

"Those are your vitamins. You need to take them all in the next hour." Nikita explains in a half cold voice, not looking at Michael.

"Vitamins are not candy, Nikita." Michael says as he looks at the various colors of the vitamins.

"In an hour, you will get another dish just like that one... for you, that is all the candy you will get." Nikita says as she moves to the liquids on the cart. "Remember, everything will be condensed, so massive vitamins are only the beginning." Nikita says in a haunting voice.

"I'll take a glass of the orange juice." Michael says as Nikita pours a glass.

"The whole gallon is yours. Along with the milk." Nikita says as she sets the glass down on the table next to the vitamins.

"Oh, come on.. this is nuts!" Michael complains. Nikita picks up her sunglasses to yell at Michael but he instantly turns away.

"Nikita, your making me sick... pull those sunglasses down." Michael complains as he pulls his hands over his head.

"Then take the vitamins." Nikita says. Michael, blindly, picks up some and swallows the dry. Nikita drops her sunglasses back into place.

Michael sits on the couch, reading a Parent magazine and starts to search through the living room. He picks up the walkman and then sighs at the music selection.

"Hey, Walter... do you have your tape on you?" Michael asks. Walter raises an eyebrow from the large dining room and nods his head.

"In that bag." Walter says. Michael dives into the bag, and digs out a tape.

Michael walks back to the couch, and places the tape into the walkman. He looks at the earphone, stretchs them and then places them across his softening stomache. He leans back and continues to read the magazine.

"Michael... what is on that tape?" Nikita asks as she enters the room, still doning the sunglasses, this time with pink lens.

"Gunfire." Michael answers without looking up from the magazine.

"Gunfire? For a baby?" Nikita asks, trying not to laugh yet again.

"Yes. My son won't be afraid of guns." Michael says firmly.

"Sure, Michael... sure." Nikita says as she walks out of the room, shaking her head and muttering, "Gunfire... gunfire.. why not just play explosions.. that kid will sure want to be born..."

***********

Michael sits up in bed, and slides out. As his feet touch the floor, he feels how tight his boxers feel. He stands up and looks at his stomache.

"Oh my god!" Michael says as he touches the bulge that has formed in two days. He swallows hard, but the combine need to throw up and go to the bathroom pushes him quickly to the bathroom.

"You ok?" Walter asks as he stands outside the bathroom. Nikita is in the other room, sleeping on the couch, and hasn't really spent anytime with Michael, other than laughing at him. Michael sticks his head out the door.

"I need another pair of boxers." Michael says and Walter shakes his head.

"Should have woken up sooner." Walter comments, and is about to turn away, but Michael grab his arm.

"A bigger pair of boxers." Michael says with a stressed face. Walter turns his face, and stares at Michael's face.

"Have you looked into the mirror.. it's like you are glowing." Walter says with a giggle as he sets off for the special boxers that Madeline had made for Michael.

Michael looks into the mirror, and finds the meaning of Walter's meaning. He looks at his face, and finds it bloated. It had to be all the orange juice that Nikita was giving him. He reached up to touch it and it felt like an oil slick had been built on his face. He turns his face, an in horror sees a run of little pimples starting right along his cheek line.

"No." Michael says as he looks away. Walter hands in the boxers and walks away. Michael stands in the bathroom a long time, and finally settles his hands on the little bulged.

"You don't mind if I have a few pimples, do you, little fellow?" Michael asks to the stomache.

Nikita walks into the living room, finding Michael with yarn in his hands.

"What are you doing, Michael?" Nikita asks, still keeping her distance. She had not taken the bulge in a good way. She laughed and said, "What did you do, swallow a football?" But Michael and Madeline knew she was hurting about this.

"I'm going to knit a blanket." Michael says as he continues to roll the yarn from one ball to another ball.

"Not in least then 14 days." Nikita says with a laugh. Michael looks up, and has he does that, he tangles his hands up, and is soon tied into knots.

"You can have a baby Michael... but leave the knitting to us." Nikita laughs as she leaves Michael in the tied yarn.

**************

Madeline, Walter, and Nikita sit in the livingroom, waiting for the waddling Michael to walk slowly back into the living room. Nikita sits in a chair, next to the couch, that Michael is heading towards. Walter is going to be sitting between them. Madeline is placed where the television would be placed.

Nikita is staring at the wall, finally relieved of her sunglasses, with the help of the color changing contacts that now burn in her eyes. She couldn't stand to watch Michael to waddle like an overweight penquin anymore. With a week left, Nikita had to continually fight the urges to kill Michael before the child came. The waddling was just one more thing that Nikita couldn't stand. She could no longer gaze at the wonderful muscles of his behind, like she wish she could do for hours. They were gone. It looked like Michael had swallowed a pumpkin, and from what Madeline and the medlab stupid dude predicted, it would only get larger.

Walter takes Michael's hand and helps the off-balanced man onto the couch.

"I feel like I could explode." Michael mutters loudly.

"I wish you would." Nikita mutters softly, and no one notices. Nikita isn't surprized, she isn't noticed anymore.

Madeline, knowing the tension between the two, has been trying to get Nikita envolved with the growing baby. Soon, Nikita would have to act like she had the baby, and that, to Madeline, was appearing impossible.

Madeline tried to get Nikita to put her hand on Michael's stomache when the baby first started to move, but once the first kick occured, Nikita pulled away and run down into a little closet.

Since then, Nikita has only had time for laughter. She laughed at Michael's stomache when the baby's elbow and arm looked like it was poking out of the stomache. Two nights ago, Michael couldn't sleep because of the movement, and had to run to Madeline and Walter to help to stop Nikita from her hours of laughter and jokes. Madeline had to laugh at the thought of Michael running. It was a sight.

"Let's talk about names." Madeline says with a soft smile. Nikita continues to stare at the wall.

"Michael Jr." Michael says firmly. All three turn and say 'no' in unison.

"How about Jared?" Madeline asks, hoping to get Nikita's input.

"I'm always partial to the name Walter." Walter says with a soft laugh.

"Michael Jr." Michael states again.

"How about Gus?" Nikita says sarcastically. Michael stares at her and then looks at Madeline, "Michael Jr."

"You both liked Victor Hugo... why not Victor?" Walter asks. Both turn quickly and yell no, not because of the reason why Walter choice, but because that was Operations' real name.

"Then Hugo?" Walter says with a shrug of his shoulders. Michael looks at Walter, folds his hands onto of the lump of his stomache, and with his firm face. "Michael Jr."

"Why no Adolphus.. I always liked the name." Nikita says smartly.

"No." Michael says firmly.

"It means noble wolf." Nikita says with a bright smile.

"NO. No son of mine will be called Adolphus." Michael says firmly. Madeline looks at the two and starts to spit out names quickly.

"Aaron?" "NO"

"Jacques?" "Michael Jr."

"Raoul?" "NO"

"Quentin?" "No."

"Claude." "NO WAY" "NO SON of mine...."

"Eli?"

"Giles?"

"Nigel?"

"Iain?"

"NO! NO! NO! NO! MICHAEL JR!" Michael roars loudly and Madeline stops.

"Hey, what about Roy, that's a nice name!" Walter says with a happy voice.

"I like the name... It brings an image of a strong and physical man. Built strong, but etched with emotions." Nikita says softly, finally letting the name get to her. "I could see you as a Roy, Michael." Nikita says with a smile.

"When I hear Roy, I think of a skinny, blond haired nerdy boy. I will not name my son that." Michael says firmly as he starts to shift his weight in the couch.

"I think that Roy is a lot better than any of the other names." Nikita says.

"What about what I feel? He is my son! I don't want him being picked on. He only kicks me when I call him Michael.... He is happy with Michael... don't you have any feelings. He is my son, he is Michael Jr!" Michael cries out with tears running down his face as he walks out of the room.

"He is my son too." Nikita echoes out as she goes back to staring at the wall.

"WE ARE OUT OF OREOS AND SOUR CREAM! I WANT THEM NOW!" Michael roars from the kitchen. Walter rolls his eyes and head out to steal the Oreos from Birkoff, and to get the sour cream, so Michael could dip the oreos into it.

************

Michael stands infront of a mirror. He doesn't even have the nerves to look at himself naked, just the thought turns his stomache. Nikita walks into the bedroom.

"Nikita, I'm fat." Michael says turning towards Nikita.

"Of course you are... your a pregnant guy! What did you expect!" Nikita fires back, and instantly Michael's eyes tear up.

"Don't you care about how I feel at all? You don't care about this baby at all!" Michael says as he starts to fling his hands around limply.

"Your not the only one around here with hormones... I'm the one who should be pregnant, sure not the hell you!" Nikita fires back with anger.

"Do you think I like this? I CAN'T SEE MY FEET! I CAN'T SEE MY FEET, NIKITA!" Michael screams as he slams his fist into the mirror.

"And my ankles are swollen." Michael mutters through the rivers of tears running down his face.

"Michael, you are pregnant." Nikita says firmly, so sick of his behavior.

"And you don't care!" Michael cries softly.

"You don't care that what I'm going through... a man has to take my natural job.... you are going to be a mother... the mother I want to be... and your going to be a damn good one... the way you talk to him... and the way you rub your stomache... You have something I won't!" Nikita cries out.

"Don't turn this into something about you! This pregnancy should be about the baby." Michael says as he tries to rub his wet eyes.

"It was about you from the beginning." Nikita fires back and walks out of the room. But, Michael, showing that he is still a man, waddles after Nikita.

"You can't run, Nikita... You have to take responsibility for this child too!" Michael fires back.

"I don't care... that is your child.. not mine." Nikita says and Madeline pulls Nikita through into another room. Michael sits down slowly and cries into the couch.

Madeline enters and touches Michael's hair.

"I just want her to love me... to touch me... to show me that she loves me..." Michael says as he starts to cry on Madeline's shoulder.

"I sent her shopping." Madeline says softly as she continues to rub Michael's hair.

"I need some Rosie.... and some Triple Peanut Butter Fudge Ice Cream and Golden Raisins." Michael says as he starts to lift his swollen ankles up on the coffee table.

"That's something new...." Madeline comments as she stands up.

"Oh, and that new pizza place... they make a pinapple and kiwi pizza... I want one." Michael says as the tears continue to fall. He flips the television on and smiles. The show begins and soon, Michael sings outloud, "IT'S THE ROSIE O'DONNELL SHOW!"

************

Nikita walks into the wing, looking refreshed. She is carrying several bags.

"Good to see you back." Michael says from the couch.

"I got you a donut... it should help with those hemorroids you have been complaining about." Nikita says with a bright smile as she pulls out the brown donut. She helps pull the heavy Michael up from the couch, places the donut down, and he sits down on it, with a face of relief.

"What else did you buy for the baby?" Michael asks, and Nikita shrugs her shoulders and walks into the other room.

"I'm not getting a baby shower.. I sure hope you bought something for the baby." Michael hollers into the other room. He waits for a response, but then picks up the pinapple and kiwi pizza, dips it into some barbeque sauce, and chows down.

Nikita struts in with thigh high boots on, with a long heel, almost five inches. They are magenta leather and the silver zipper shines brightly.

"Look at what I bought!" Nikita cries out with a large smile.

"I couldn't miss them... you bought those instead of something for the baby?" Michael asks angerily. In anger, he shoves the entire piece into his mouth. He looks at the dish, and pulls up a couple cheezy puffs. Looking bored about them alone, he dips them into the barbeque sauce and licks his fingers clean.

"I bought an outfit too." Nikita says as she slowly walks into the other room, still unsure of the boots.

"Nikita... how much were those boots?" Michael calls out.

"Only four hundred dollars..." Nikita says and Michael's face turns are red as the barbeque sauce.

"Oh... and this purse... and this new shirt..." Nikita says, walking in with a fuzzy purple and magenta shirt on. She turns in a circle and laughs. The purse exactly matches the shirt.

"You look like a Koosh ball!" Michael says rudely as he continues to shovel in food.

"To much Rosie for you..." Nikita says with a smile. "Oh, and I found these sunglasses.. they were such a deal..." Nikita says going back to her bags.

"How much was the shirt and the purse?" Michael calls out.

"Oh, together... just a bit over five hundred.. they are orginals..." Nikita says with as she enters with a pair of huge sunglasses that almost covers her entire face. They, like everything else, are magenta. "These... a great deal at 250." Nikita says.

"I'm glad you only spent two dollars and fifty cents on them." Nikita says with a giggle.

"Two hundred and fifty dollars." Nikita corrects and rolls her eyes.

"Why are you wasting our money... We have a baby soon to be here.. and you go and blow the money!" Michael says angerily as he stands up.

"Men do it all the time.. at least I didn't go and buy a new sportscar.... At least I'll look good when I'm pushing the stroller." Nikita says with a smile.

"WE DON'T HAVE A STROLLER!" Michael roars.

"Sorry." Nikita says with a little frown.

"You were gone for five hours... and sorry is all that you have to say!" Michael roars.

"Michael... I've been under extreme stress." Nikita defends herself.

"So am I. I'm pregnant... I have to pee all the time.. I got hemorroids so big that they could choke you.... My ankles are swollen like tennis balls.. I got veins popping all over me... I'm ready to explode... AND MY CHEST HURTS!" Michael says and Nikita explodes into laughter.

"IT's not funny, Nikita." Michael says near tears again. "My breast are swollen.. they leak.... and they feel like you are constantly bitting them.. I want to tear them off!" Michael says as he pulls at the breasts and stop.

"HOLY SH%!" Michael screams as he grabs his stomache. "OHHHHHHHHH!" Michael starts to panick.

Nikita rushes over as Madeline runs down to the little Medlab room.

"Ok, Michael.. breath... hee-hee-hoo... hee-hee-hoo.." Nikita says as she leads him down to the room.

*************

Michael is sweating on the table and Madeline and Walter are pacing. Nikita, somehow is standing next to the bed, almost calm. The med tech, scurries around the room.

"Can't we just cut it out now!" Michael moans as he starts to grit his teeth again.

"Remember, Michael.. breath... hee-hee-hooo.. hee-hee-hooo..." Nikita says and Michael angerily graps her by the throat.

"Will you cut out the damn hee-hee-hoos." Michael says as he lets go of Nikita.

"I'm just trying to help." Nikita says softly as she steps back.

"SCREW YOU!" Michael yells and Madeline and Walter stop, wondering how Nikita will take that.

"Sorry... this isn't the time or place, Michael." Nikita says with a smile.

"Oh, f@#k you!" Michael screams, getting upset.

"Again... I don't think you are in the position." Nikita says, now starting to laugh. The med tech stands up and looks at Madeline.

"His blood pressure is up." The tech says, and starts to feel around the stomache.

"Look what you did to me Nikita... LOOK!" Michael screams at Nikita.

"You had something in the dead, Michael." Nikita says without blinking.

"I didn't want a baby!" Michael moans.

"And I did!" Nikita says and looks away softly. Michael's face softens and the blood pressure starts to go down.

"I guess it is pretty funny..." Michael says softly and Nikita laughs.

"You'd howl at yourself. Could you imagine it if it was Birkoff?" Nikita says with a large laugh. Madeline looks at the med tech as he stands up.

"False labor." The tech says and Walter slams him into the wall.

"For god's sake man.. that is a man having that child... can't we just finish this..." Walter says angerily.

"No." The tech says.

Michael looks at everyone. "You mean it stays in there!" Michael say as he points to his stomache.

They nod yes.

"I WANT IT OUT!" Michael screams. He pauses. "Hey, anyone have any eggrolls and mayo?" Michael asks.

***********

Nikita walks in from the meblab room, where she had fallen asleep. It was the furthest away she could get from the crying Michael. He cried and cried and cried for hours after they told him it would be at least another day, maybe two. Nikita looks at a brown staircase that is used in the Physical Therapy room with leg injuries.

"UGGGHHH" Michael says as he suddenly appears on the other side.

"Out of my way..." Michael orders as he waddles towards Nikita and the staircase. Nikita watches Michael tetter up the stairs, each time looking like he was going to topple backwards. Michael pauses at the top, and Nikita sees Walter waving her to the front. Nikita moves to the front to see Michael sitting down on the stairs.

Quickly he starts bouncing down the stairs.

"What the hell are you doing?" Nikita demands as she puts her foot onto Michael's shoulder to stop him from getting up.

"If they won't take the baby now... I'll force the labor... Walter... how about some brussel sprouts and french dressing?" Michael asks as he tries to push up Nikita's leg.

"You aren't doing that again.. Walter get rid of these stairs." Nikita orders.

"Madeline told me that all food demands come first." Walter says softly.

"Does Madeline know about the stairs?" Nikita asks and both men turn their heads. "I didn't think so. I'll get the food." Nikita says as she pulls Michael up. She looks around, sees the little leash thing that Madeline had bought for the baby for when it is holder, and she quickly attaches it to Michael.

"Nikita, that is not needed." Michael says as he follows her to the kitchen. Nikita immediately learns that taking Michael to the kitchen was a mistake.

He opens up the cerel cubboard, and starts throwing boxes around.

"It's not here.... I want my Fruit Loops.. but NOOOO, someone had to eat them all!" Michael complains as he throws a box of Lucky Charms at Nikita.

"I don't eat cerel. Don't look at me!" Nikita says as she lets the leash go. Michael continues at the cubboard.

"We got Chex... who wants Chex.. there is no chocolate or marshmellows in that... and We have stupid LIFE... Oh my!" Michael says as he throws the LIfe, but it opens and spills out all on Nikita.

"Michael.... I'll send out for the Fruit Loops." Nikita says as she does not move, for fear of crushing the cerel around her.

"Look.. we have those damn Fruity Pepples.. but no Fruit Loops.... and these... what are these... Pops? I never liked them to start with... Throw these out... throw these out..." Michael demands as those boxes are thrown at Nikita. Nikita, starting to get upset.

"Michael... go find the washer and sit on it.. I heard that speeds up delivery." Nikita says, and Michael looks at her and turns green. Guess Michael still feared the word delivery.

***********

Nikita, after cleaning up the mess Michael left in the kitchen, walks after Michael. She enters the washing room and smiles brights as she sees Michael, wiggling his large body up and down on the washing machine which is turned on.

"I'm glad you turned it on." Nikita says with a smile as she slides up on the drier, which is at the opposite wall.

"I had to go get my donut." Michael says softly as he continues to wiggle. "I know this is hard on you..." Michael says softly.

"When I said I didn't want a child... I never..." Nikita says but stops, in knowing how emotional Michael has been since this all started. Anything about her made him upset.

"I want to hear.... I never, what, Nikita?" Michael asks as he pulls out a bag of Fruit Loops, which Walter ran in quickly.

"I never meant I absolute never wanted a child.. just not now..." Nikita says with tears on her eyes and she blinks them back toughly.

"I still don't understand how we got into this mess..." Michael says as he talks with the Fruit Loops in his mouth. Nikita nods and smiles softly.

"So, how about the name?" Nikita asks.

"Michael Jr." Michael says and then shovels in more Fruit Loops.

"I wouldn't want my child to live up to me.... he should live to be who he is..." Nikita says softly.

"Do you like any?" Michael asks with a soft nod of approval of what Nikita said.

"I have a list of five...." Nikita says, and Michael nods his head as he continues to eat the cerel.

"Noah...Jared... Eli... Connor... and Aaron." Nikita says softly as she watched Michael. She is choking back tears. How much she wanted to be the one where Michael was.

"I like them.... but Madeline said you had your heart set on some.. outrageous ones." Michael says as he looks at the little basket of food Nikita brought with her. He smiles as he pulls out the oreos and mustard. Nikita can only shake her head.

"That was when I was upset with you and Madeline... Pierre was on the list.. and that was the only normal one." Nikita says with a little giggle.

"What were the other ones?" Michael asks as he dips his fingers into the mustard and then licks them off.

"You don't want to hear them!" Nikita says loudly, and then Michael's eyes drop and Nikita is afraid that Michael will start to cry again. "Ok, Forest..."

"Oh, no.. He'd be called Forest Gump by all the kids... hello my name is Forest, Forest Gump..." Michael says.

"Teased only by Anna." Nikita says softly. "Ok, I had Thorn.... and Cosmo..." Nikita admits.

"OH no.. Cosmo! No way!" Michael says with laughter.

"What do you like?" Nikita asks softly.

"Other than Michael?" Michael jokes as he opens up the jar of marshmellow stuff and mixes it with the mustard.

"Yes, other than Michael." Nikita says with a smile.

"I liked Xavier... and Iain... Charles...Francis..." Michael says softly.

"Why don't we just pull one from a hat?" Nikita asks softly.

"Why don't I go get the hat?" Michael says, sliding heavily off of the washer. He waddles quickly out of the washing room and until Nikita hears a huge crash.

She runs out of the room and sees Michael sprawled out on the kitchen floor. It appears he was searching for more food.

"I think that did it..." Michael groans.

***********

Madeline paces in the little Medlab room again as Michael sits, groaning and moaning in the bed.

Nikita holds his hand softly, but whenever Michael holds it too tightly, Nikita threatens bodily harm.

"I WANT DRUGS!" Michael screams through clenched teeth. Nikita wipes his forehead lightly and looks at Madeline.

"When are we doing the C-Section?" Nikita asks. The Medlab person stands off into the corner and moves over.

"We have to hold off until it is absolutely needed.. the longer the baby is in, the better off it will be..." The medlab man says and Nikita is about to choke him. "I need to examine you, Michael."

"No way in hell!" Michael screams as he bends his head over towards his chest. "I WANT DRUGS!"

"We don't know if they will prove effect, Michael...and what kind of effect they will have on the baby." Madeline says softly. Michael is starting to twist Nikita's hand over.

"Michael... I will chop of your..." Nikita starts and Michael lets go of her hand.

"Nikita, that is uncalled for. He is in pain." Madeline says and Nikita turns to Madeline with a face as red as she gets when she is embarassed when caught with Michael in the office.

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT MADELINE!" Nikita roars. Madeline looks at her in shock. Nikita had shown very little pour anger during all of this.

"IF YOU DIDN'T TAKE ME DURING THAT DAMN MISSION, I WOULD HAVE STILL WANTED THE BABY.... NO! NO! NO! THINK BEFORE YOU ACT!" Nikita screams and Madeline slaps Nikita across the face. Nikita only smiles.

"YOU ONLY DID THAT BECAUSE IT'S THE TRUTH....YOU DIDN'T WANT ME TO HAVE A BABY... AND THEN MADE SURE TO SCREW WITH MY MIND ENOUGH SO I WOULD TELL MICHAEL I DIDN'T WANT A CHILD.... AND THEN THIS... DID YOU WANT MICHAEL PREGNANT ALL ALONG THE THIS???" Nikita continues to roar.

"Ni-ki-ta..." Michael pants out. Nikita wipes his head softly with a cold wet towel. "What are you talking about?" Michael moans out, not in so much pain.

"Madeline brought me back to bad memories... showed me that I everyone told me that I'd be a bad mother... and because of that... I decided I didn't want to screw my child up like I was... all Madeline." Nikita says while staring at Madeline.

"Is this...AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH SH@! SH@!" Michael starts to scream. Nikita looks over and frowns.

"Hee-hee-hoo... come on Michael, it helps... hee-hee-hoo..." Nikita says.

"HHHEEE.... damn... HHHHEEEEEE... oh f@#K..... HOOOO!" Michael starts.

"He needs something to focus on.... what did he decide on?" Madeline says softly. Nikita smiles down at Michael.

"Get my gun Nikita." Michael moans out between hees. Nikita nods her head and starts to run down the hallway.

"Walter.. it's almost time.... I need his gun!" Nikita calls out, looking for Walter.

"Walter... where are you!" Nikita calls out as she heads towards the kitchen door.

Quickly, the door opens towards the running Nikita, and hits her across the top of her left forehead and she instantly spins down to the floor.

************

"Ni-ki-ta.... Ni-ki-ta..." Michael's voice says in a fuzzy haze. Nikita's head swirls against the soft material underneath her head. She allows some light into her eyes, and then feels the enormous pain. She moves her hand to her head, but they are pulled away.

She opens her eyes and is met by Michael's green eyes looking down at her.

"The baby... false labor again..." Nikita moans out as she pulls her body up. Now she is noticing more of her location. "Michael...why are we in a van?"

"Ni-ki-ta... what baby?" Michael asks as her head rolls back and Michael's hands catch it. Nikita whinces and moans in pain. Michael looks off to the side, where Birkoff stands next to the medical kit.

"Yours silly.... you were in labor..." Nikita whinces. Nikita rolls her head and sees Birkoff. "Your not allowed in the wing... no one must know..." Nikita says moaning pain back.

"No one must, what?" Michael asks as he grabs the medicine from Birkoff. He rolls Nikita's field blacks off her arm, and injects the pain medication.

"See that you are pregnant." Nikita says deadpan. Birkoff starts howling. Michael looks at him, and during this, the injuried Nikita rolls down his body and sees his flat stomache. "You aren't pregnant!!!" Nikita says in horror.

"Birkoff... get us to Headquarters much quicker." Michael orders and he pulls Nikita off of his stomache.

"Nikita.... do you remember the mission?" Michael asks.

"What mission?" Nikita asks as she finally is able to get a hand to her throbbing head.

"Ok... what happened last that you remembered?" Michael asks.

"I was running for... a focus point.. and a door opened up..." Nikita says and Michael smiles.

"Yes, that is correct...." Michael says.

"I was looking for Walter.. and I slammed into the hard steel door...." Nikita says and Michael raises his eyebrow.

"Nikita.. Walter is at Headquarters.. he didn't come with us." Michael says softly. Nikita closes her eyes. Quickly, Michael starts to slap her face softly. "Ni-ki-ta.. you must stay awake... Ni-ki-ta... stay awake.... stay awake..." Michael says until Nikita's eyes open back up.

"But... you were having me... having my baby..." Nikita moans out as her whole body swirls around, limply.

"Nikita... what country were we in?" Michael asks.

"We never left Section." Nikita says with wide open eyes. She watches Birkoff lean over and whisper into Michael's ear.

"Ok... tell me what you remember..." Michael says and he warningly looks at Birkoff.

"We went to Madeline's damn office... and she said 'You are pregnant' and I thought she meant me... but you were... you were pregnant..." Nikita says. Michael looks at Birkoff and Nikita grabs at her head again.

"It hurts... it hurts so much... to much light...." Nikita moans.

"Nikita, we only have travel lights on." Michael says as Birkoff rumages through the medical kit again. Michael takes the additional pain medication from Birkoff and adminsters it to Nikita.

"You were so funny.... in the gown... it was so short... and the stirrups... oh Michael... we have to get some..." Nikita laughs softly at her own story as Michael and Birkoff look at each other.

Michael listens to Nikita for a few more moments. She rattles off how Michael was eating oreos and sour cream when Michael decided enough was enough. He left Nikita with Birkoff and went to the phone.

"Madeline... what have you done to Nikita, and why is she talking about me being pregnant?" Michael demands into the phone.

***********

"Oh, Madeline.. I want some of Nikita's dreams." Birkoff laughs as he steps off of the van and down the hallway. Madeline stands off to the side, and listens to Birkoff giggling down the hallway.

"But, Michael.... we fought over the names... you....you said... Michael Jr (done in her impression of Michael's deep voice) and I think I said.. Pierre..." Nikita says as Michael holds her in his arms as he carries her out of the van. Madeline raises an eyebrow and smiles.

"And you were huge!!!!! You looked like you swallowed a bouy!" Nikita says, now laughing. Michael grabs her neck and supports it as she rolls it backwards.

"Nikita... for the hundreth time... I was not, and never will be pregnant..." Michael says looking directly into Nikita's eyes.

"But you were! And you bounced down the stairs... trying to get the baby out of you...! And.. and.. you needed pinapple and kiwi pizza..." Nikita says laughing. She turns her face and sees Madeline.

"Bitch!" Nikita screams and tries to crawl to the other side of Michael's arms. Michael scrambles to keep a hold of Nikita as he continues his slow path to Medlab. Madeline looks at Nikita firmly.

"Nikita... you hit your head on a door..." Madeline says, trying to reach her head out and Nikita pushes her head into Michael's shoulder.

"She... she slapped me... when you were in labor... she said I was being insenstive.... she.s..she... did it... and what... she knocked me out.... drugged you and gave our baby away... is that what she did????" Nikita asks with tears in her eyes.

"Ni-ki-ta... there is no baby..." Michael says. Immediately, Nikita digs her hands into the pant pockets of Michael.

"Where is it.... always in your wallet... the sonogram... where.... " Nikita says until Michael pulls her hand out of the pocket.

"Why would Madeline do that, Nikita?" Michael asks, and Madeline stands nearby, interested in the answer. She opens the Medlab doors and Michael tries to place Nikita on a gurney.

"She... made me remember.. remember... that... I was told I would be a bad mother... because my mother was... and cigarettes... and hit..." Nikita says, now starting to cry. Michael looks at Nikita, trying to understand what is going on.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Madeline roars and she walks over to a doctor and starts a conversation.

The doctor walks over and adminsters some more medicine. Madeline pulls Michael off to the side.

"Madeline, this has something to do with the nightmares that she has been having... and the sudden obsession that she will not have a child..." Michael says firmly.

"They are sedating her. Her brain needs a rest... she woke up too soon." Madeline says softly, but advoiding Michael. He grabs her arms and pushes her to the wall.

"What have you done to Nikita? That was the last mission she was on. I NEED TO KNOW!" Michael roars.

"Michael, let go of me." Madeline says softly.

"Nikita doesn't call just anyone a bitch, Madeline. What did you do?" Michael demands again, not moving a muscle.

"Let's worry about Nikita's injury right now." Madeline says as Operations walks into Medlab. Michael pushes away from Madeline and walks to the now sleeping Nikita.

"I'm interested in knowing that answer, too. What did you do to Nikita, Madeline?" Operations asks. Madeline turns and walks out of Medlab.

"Nikita... I love you... Ni-ki-ta..." Michael whispers into her ear as he holds her hand. He glances to see Madeline walk out of Medlab, and that was for the better of the situation.

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