Disclaimer! This story I adopted from Skygirl1997 because she couldn't finish it because reasons, and the fact that I couldn't let it go to waste because she wrote it because it me.

The first Two chapters are hers, the rest will be mine.

Oliver couldn't fight back the tears. Little trickles down his face, dropping off the end of his chin, and splashing down onto the pristine white tile of the bathroom he shared with Kaz and Chase.

He'd thought it was nothing more than simple sinus pressure when the headaches began. He hadn't thought much of the sudden deepness of his sleep, only thinking on it when Kaz teased him about imitating the dead. He'd begun to suspect something was up, that something was possibly wrong, when his nausea and dizzy spells kicked in, preventing him from enjoying his favorite brew of morning coffee, or the greasy goodness that was Chase's cooking.

Oliver moaned brokenly, bending over and placing his head in his hands as the tears came faster. He was only seventeen. He wasn't ready for this. Even worse, he was a hero. He had powers, he had a duty to protect the greater good. There were villains out there that wanted his head on a platter, how was he supposed to…?

Oliver wiped his face and stood up from where he had been sitting on the edge of the bathtub. Air, he needed some air and someone to talk to. Someone who could relate to him, relate to his situation. Already having the perfect person in mind, he pulled his cell out of his pocket and dialed the number. "Arachnia, hi. I know, long time. I was wondering, are you anywhere near Centium City right now? Awesome, would um, would you mind meeting me for lunch? I-I need your help." Oliver's voice dropped into a whisper, and his face relaxed in relief at the confirmation. "No, no, that's perfect. I'll be there in five minutes." Oliver hung up and stared at the other object in his hand. He couldn't risk anyone finding it, not yet, not until he talked to Arachnia. Oliver sighed and stuffed the little white stick into his back pocket, then exited the bathroom like he hadn't just spent twenty minutes panicking in there, and opened the bedroom window. He glanced around and, without a second thought, hopped out.

He easily flew the short distance to the Centium City Park, and landed behind a tree, mindful of the pedestrians that were already there. He took a seat on a wooden bench and waited patiently, but he wasn't left to wait long. "Oliver?" The tall teen glanced up and spotted a middle-aged woman with dark brown hair and green eyes standing next to the bench, smiling softly down at him. Oliver frowned, but then his sea blue eyes flashed in realization as the perception filter crackled for a split second, revealing an alien woman with deep blue skin before the image of the middle-aged woman reappeared.

"Arachnia." Oliver grinned and stood up, hugging the woman gently. "So good to see you."

"Likewise, little one." Arachnia replied with a matching smile, she and Oliver taking seats on the bench. "How are you?"

Oliver's smile faltered, not missing the deeper meaning of her question. "I miss them." He admitted softly. Arachnia squeezed his hand gently. "We're getting closer to catching the culprits, but whatever we do, it's not going to bring Mighty Med or the others back."

"Horace would be so proud of you." Arachnia informed him softly. "He loved the both of you very much."

Oliver nodded, blinking back tears. "We know." He replied quietly.

"Now, what did you want to ask me about?" Arachnia asked expectantly. Oliver swallowed uneasily and slipped the little white stick out from his back pocket and handed it to her. Arachnia's eyes widened at the pregnancy test.

The positive pregnancy test. "I don't know what to do, Arachnia." Oliver whispered, his voice cracking. Arachnia blinked as she realized that this was Oliver's pregnancy test, not Skylar's. Oliver was pregnant. "I'm only seventeen, I don't know the first thing about being a parent-and what about the powers-and the-the villains-it's not safe-this baby's going to be in constant danger-," Arachnia gently pulled the frightened teenager into her arms, rubbing his back soothingly.

"Kaz's?" She asked him softly. He hiccupped and nodded into her shoulder.

"We-We started dating when we came to Centium City…" Oliver shakily replied. "I-I didn't think that I-I was a c-carrier-they're so rare, and I-I thought for sure that I wasn't one-,"

"You got your powers from the Arcturion, right?" Arachnia asked knowingly.

Oliver pulled away from her and gave her a confused look through tearful blue eyes. "What-What does that have to do with anything?"

"The energy from the Arcturion mutated your DNA to give you your powers." Arachnia explained simply, patting Oliver's cheek. "Maybe it also changed your body structure to match that of a carrier." Although it sounded completely crazy, it also made perfect sense. It was crazy enough that no one would think to check if their body composition hadchanged, but it was also perfectly sensible in the fact that there was no other explanation for Oliver turning up pregnant when previously not being a carrier. Carriers were so rare anyway, less than 15% of the male population of the entire world were carriers, then factor in the part where only ten percent classified as gay or bisexual, and then factor in where only five of that remaining ten percent bottomed for their male partner. Less than five percent of the world's men turned up pregnant.

And Oliver was now one of that five percent. "What do I do, Arachnia?" Oliver whimpered fearfully.

"Go home, talk to your boy. He has just as much say as you do in this, being their father anyway." Arachnia commanded. Oliver's breath hitched in fear at the prospect of revealing to Kaz that he was not only a carrier, but pregnant, but he nodded. He knew that Arachnia was right. Kaz deserved to know. It was his right to know.

Oliver bid Arachnia farewell, with the promise of keeping her updated, and decided to walk back to the penthouse. It wasn't that far of a walk, and the weather was nice for a day in the middle of March. Oliver paused in front of the window to a small ice cream parlor, and his mouth watered at the sight of the frozen desert. Oliver jolted slightly in realization, discovering the reason behind his small cravings for sweets. "You're gonna make me fat, you little bugger." Oliver muttered toward his stomach, but didn't hesitate to slide in and order a chocolate fudge sundae with nuts and caramel sauce. He settled down at a small table next to the window and hummed in delight at the flavors hitting his tongue, but paused once he spotted the woman seated just in front of him.

She could only be a few years older than him, maybe mid-twenties, and gently putting an infant, no older than five months or so, over her shoulder to burp. Judging from the pink headband that matched the white onesie the babe was wearing, it was a little girl, and Oliver subconsciously put a hand over his own stomach as the baby girl nestled against her mother's shoulder. The mother must have felt Oliver's eyes on her, and she turned around and raised an eyebrow curiously at him. Oliver blushed and mouthed an apology at her. She spotted where Oliver's free hand had landed and her eyes flashed with understanding; she smiled kindly at him and nodded. Oliver felt that his throat was made of carpet, and he struggled to swallow the rushed bite of his sundae as the mother gathered her things and moved into his table. "I-I didn't mean to stare." Oliver apologized.

But she smiled at him. "It's okay. I know I must have stared at over a dozen parents and babies before this little one was born." She replied, bouncing the baby girl on her knee.

"How old is she?" Oliver asked curiously.

"Five and a half months." The mother smiled at her child and kissed her cheek. "How far along are you?"

Oliver quickly did the math in his head. "Almost five weeks." He confessed.

Realization sparked in her eyes. "You just now found out." Oliver nodded. "Scared?"

"Petrified." Oliver corrected softly.

"So was I." She confessed. "Had no idea what I was supposed to be doing, and I was on my own. I know I'm not a teenager or anything, but it was still terrifying, seeing those lines on the test."

"How did you know what to do?" Oliver blurted. "How-How did you know if you were making the right choices?"

She caught onto what Oliver was really asking. "I guess I pictured giving her away to some strangers, and I couldn't stand it. If I was woman enough to get pregnant, then I was woman enough to be a mother. I understand that sometimes adoption is unavoidable. Sometimes there isn't enough money to fund a baby, or the baby deserves better than that situation, but I was in a good financial place, and I could bend my schedule that I could still be a mother. But it was that thought of never getting to see her grow up, never knowing what her first words would be, just giving her away, I couldn't stomach it. If anyone was going to raise my baby, then it would be me."

Oliver nodded, and tried to picture the same thing. Giving his child, his and Kaz's flesh and blood, away to someone else…never knowing them, never getting to chase the monsters away from their bed, or kiss or snuggle them…Oliver knew his face flushed white. He couldn't. He wouldn't.

He just hoped that Kaz felt the same way.