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Chris rolls over in bed, trying to hide from the creeping sun. Suddenly she's sitting up in bed looking for the clock, certain that she's slept through the alarm because it's so sunny out and it must be later in the morning than...

Then she finds the clock, realizes she still has a good while before she has to get up and sighs with relief. Collapsing onto the bed, she pulls the covers over her head and goes back to sleep.

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She nods, "I was going to leave when I couldn't find him but I felt dizzy and then when I opened my eyes, I was in a room. Jack was there so I - I knew I wasn't in danger." She takes another breath.

"Chris -- I -- the Healer said that I'm pregnant. I'm...pregnant."

"Y-you are?" There's a hint of a smile on her face, a reflex, till she remembers this might not be good news.

"How do you feel about it?"

"I don't know," she says honestly. "Tony - he would - he would be so happy and I'd wanted to have his children so badly, and now I'm carrying his child but he'll never -- and I'm -- " She looks down.

If one thing had turn out differently, if they had waited before going into the mine, if she had waited to get more people, anything, maybe things would be different.

It shouldn't be this way.

Glancing over, Chris asks, "Do you know what you're going to do?"

"What do you mean?" Michelle doesn't look up at her.

Chris still looks at her, almost afraid to say it but she's come this far. "About the pregnancy."

"About...? Oh." Michelle realizes what she means.

"I want this baby. It's...not even a question."

Which is true, she can't imagine losing her last chance to fulfill their dream.

"All right. Just thought I'd ask." After everything she'd been through, raising a child alone might be too much.

Touching her arm she adds, "You know whatever you need, anything, I'll be there.

Michelle gives her a shaky barely there smile, "That's the same thing Jack said." She takes another breath.

"I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here."

"So Jack knows too?" She had mentioned him being there but Chris wasn't sure what that meant.

"He does, he was there when I found out and we...talked later on," Michelle hesitates a little at the end, hoping Chris doesn't ask questions.

She nods, feeling a tinge of relief at that. With their friendship on such rocky ground, she was glad that they were still talking.

"Tony was his brother," Chris says, voice catching at the last word, "he do anything for the both of you."

God, she had to get back to talk to him soon to see how he was doing.

Michelle almost winces as she pictures Jack's expression last night.

"More his brother than Alex," she whispers. "Jack never - he didn't - he never felt pity for him. He didn't try to change him." She touches Chris's hand after a moment.

Chris' smile at this is wry and bittersweet. "I don't think he could have if he wanted to. Tony wasn't someone who would let anyone push him around."

At Chris's words, Michelle remembers watching him descend after prison and how he slipped away from her, refusing to get help or even acknowledge the problem.

"He was just...my Tony," she presses her lips together. "I think you're dating the only man more stubborn than him."

"I think you might be right," she says with a dry laugh.

Then, remembering, she cranes her neck and looks into the kitchen. "I think the coffee's ready. Do you want something to eat?"

"Just the thought of food makes me ill. At least now I know why," Michelle gives her a very weak smile which threatens to give way to tears.

"Do you have any saltines?"

"I... don't know." She looks towards the cupboards. "Let me check."

A few minutes of searching later, she produced a ziplock bag filled with oyter crackers. "Would these work? I also have plain graham crackers."

"I think so," Michelle says, holding out her hand for the bag.

Chris hands them over, then heads back into the kitchen for the two cups of coffee. Placing them on the table first, she takes sits back down on the couch.

"How far along are you?"

She chews one of the crackers and takes a sip of coffee before answering.

"I haven't seen a doctor yet."

Chris nods at this, not responding immediately.

"If you want," she begins carefully after taking a sip of coffee, "when you're ready to go, I'll go with you."

"I'd appreciate that," she holds onto Chris's hand for a moment. "Promise me you won't try any whale sounds."

Chris gives her hand a squeeze but the smile on her face is a cross between worry and embarassment. "No? I guess I should get rid of those cds then..."

"It's a good thing I never loved the later seasons." Michelle takes another sip of coffee. "I don't think I'll ever be able to watch them again."