Sam stared at Dan with wide eyes and jaw agape. How was she supposed to respond to a statement like 'I'm pregnant'? Especially when Dan was a sixteen year old 'alien' boy thing?

She decided on just asking everything that came to mind. "You're pregnant?" She asked, biting her lip and trying to comprehend the whole situation. Dan nodded slowly and inhaled a deep breath, shaking slightly. He was scared: this was Phil's baby, and Phil didn't even know, first of all, and second of all, Dan had no fucking clue how to take care of a baby or how to deal with pregnancy, and he was pretty sure Felix and Sam and the guys didn't, and he couldn't tell Lynn, which left him with Phil's mum, Susan, who knew a bit about male monochromian pregnancy, as well as regular pregnancy (obviously), which meant Dan would have to get over his emotional problems with Phil and his house in order to talk to Susan.

Sam inclined her head and sighed. "And I'm assuming it's Phil's?" Dan nodded once again. "Okay. How far along are you?"

"Two months, I believe," Dan told her, sitting down next to Felix. "Fuck, this is so scary."

"Hey bud, I know, but hey, we'll help, okay?" Felix smiled a bit as he rubbed Dan's back. Dan nodded as his eyes began to water.

"I wish Phil was here," he whispered, hugging himself.

"Aw, Danny," Sam cooed, walking over to him and wrapping an arm around his neck and shoulders. "Don't cry, sweetie, it'll be okay."

A tear slipped down Dan's cheek. "I know."

–

Lying in bed and looking at the ceiling is all Phil wanted to do anymore. He didn't want to do anything at all. Hell, he didn't even want to live anymore without Dan. He just wanted to cry and be left alone.

Planet White was way different than he'd imagined; his mother had only told him of it's existence as well as what he was. That's all.

Phil wouldn't have been convinced if he didn't have powers and his blood wasn't a light pink. And well, actually, it was a darker pink on Planet White; probably from lack of oxygen (he'd accidentally cut himself).

All Phil ever really thought about was Dan. He wondered if Dan was okay, and if Dan was happy. He wondered if Dan missed him and loved him still. He wondered if Dan had already found someone else.

Phil stared at the ceiling as he had been recently. He knew he probably should forget about Dan because there was about a one percent chance that he'd get to go home. But he couldn't forget.

Because one percent meant there was still a chance.

Thomas walked into Phil's little room and huffed, shaking his head at his nephew.

Thomas was Phil's father's half-brother. Thomas was only half-monochromian, his father being a human and his brother's father was a monochromian, just like their mother. But Thomas wasn't like Phil. He was born with an uncolored heart, as most half-monochromians are. Phil was just born special; lucky, really, as his heart was already colored so he had these ultimate powers that he would've mastered by now.

Thomas resented Phil for it. He wanted those powers for himself, to become the ruler of the planet (not that he'd share that information with anyone). But he was too much of a coward to betray the rules and go to earth, seeing that he quite liked it at Planet White (which is why he wanted to take over).

"You are an anathema, my nephew," Thomas spat, shaking his head in disapproval. "I'm actually ashamed to call you my nephew."

"Fuck off," Phil growled, turning his back to Thomas. His uncle rolled his eyes and sighed agitatedly.

"We brought you here to protect us and you're just lying in bed all day doing nothing. You're pretty useless, you know. Stop thinking about Dan. Forget about him. I knew him before you did and he was just as useless as you are right now. That boy shouldn't have been born, in my opinion–"

"Get the fuck out!" Phil snapped, turning abruptly to face his uncle, growling as his eyes flashed and glowed fiery, but blue. Like blue fire, which burns hotter than regular fire.

Thomas gasped and staggered back in shock and slight fear, gulping. "I'm sending your father in," he said, glaring at Phil as he left.

Phil rolled his eyes and sighed, lying back again.

There was a knock at his door before John, Phil's father, stepped inside the room.

"Philip," the monochromian sighed out, sitting on the edge of his son's bed. "Why are you acting this way all the time?"

Silence.

Another sigh from the older man.

"Philip, we brought you here to protect us and the White Stone with your great powers and–"

"Wait, what the hell is the White Stone?" Phil interjected, sitting up. John exhaled and looked off.

"It's the precious, sacred stone of our kind that grants one wish to anyone every one hundred years."

"Oh," Phil murmured, looking away from his father, before he realized something. "John, why can't you protect the people? Don't you have a colored heart? You were with my mother Susan."

"I never fell in love with her, and that's why I came back home. I thought that love didn't exist because I couldn't fall in love with her. Then I found out she got pregnant with you and I left her. I came back here and gave up on trying to color my heart. Now it pretty much rests in your hands, being so powerful and the only one we can really trust now."

Phil sighed and turned away. "Why'd it have to be me that was so powerful…?" Phil asked aloud, but mostly to himself.

"I don't know, son–"

"Don't call me that," Phil snapped, glaring at John. "You didn't raise me, so don't call me 'son'. I don't call you father, do I?"

John swallowed and stood up, walking to the door, opening it. "I expect to see you tomorrow and not moping here where the rest of us could be easily attacked." And with that, John left.

Phil huffed, burying his face in his pillow. He wished it was the crook of Dan's neck, honestly.

He thought about what John said about the White Stone: 'It's the precious, sacred stone of our kind that grants one wish to anyone every one hundred years.'

So it granted wishes…

Phil wondered if he could take it and wish to go home–

No, he couldn't, because then the monochromians would just come back to earth to get him again, and that'd be a waste of a wish, especially when wishes were only granted every one hundred years.

Phil sighed out. He wanted to cry. He just wanted to cry.

Phil wanted to kiss Dan, and hold Dan in his arms until they both fell asleep, and wake up next to Dan, and cuddle with him, and just give him all the love the younger deserved.

But he couldn't.

So, thinking of Dan is how Phil passed the time in his room alone.

–

Dan sat with Susan in her living room. He could tell the incident involving Phil leaving left her still very devastated as well, even after two months.

Fake smiles can't hide anything when you know the truth.

Dan sipped his tea and tried to think of a way to tell her that he was pregnant without coming right out with it. Dan was pretty shy a lot of the time.

He decided to start with what he was comfortable with.

"So, the reason I came is because I need your help," he said gently, setting his cup of tea on the table beside him. She nodded, gesturing for him to go on, and well, he figured he'd probably just have to tell her everything, even the embarrassing things you shouldn't talk about with your boyfriend's mum.

"Well, let me start from while back," he said, biting his lip and sighing. She nodded and he decided where he wanted to go from. "You remember when Phil and I had that little fight?"

She looked confused and thought about it for a moment, before shaking her head. "No, I don't recall…"

"When I wasn't around for awhile and I was 'missing'?"

That sparked something in her mind and she nodded quickly. "Yes, now I remember."

"Well, when I came back to let him explain, he insisted that he did it the day after, and then, well…"

His face lit up bright red and Susan chuckled.

"Go on, honey," she encouraged him, smiling. "Just pretend I'm not your boyfriend's mother. Pretend I'm someone else like… like Sam."

Dan chuckled. "That's easier said than done."

"Well, go on."

"Well, we, uhm… we ended up on the couch, kissing, and–"

"He fucked you, and then?"

Dan spluttered and his eyes widened in shock at her blunt statement. He coughed violently, trying to catch his breath, as his face became as red as a tomato. "W- What?"

"He fucked you. What happened next?"

"W- Wait, how do you know?"

"I know because you obviously didn't fuck him. My baby's not a bottom."

Wow, Susan, just wow.

"And you just happen to know this how??" Dan was shocked beyond belief.

"Mums know everything, sweetie," Susan laughed, putting a hand on his shoulder. Dan just nodded very slowly and sipped his tea.

"So, then what happened??" She asked eagerly. "And how was it, by the way?"

Dan flushed even more and swallowed hard, answering anyway. "It was… spectacular."

"Really? What happened?"

"He told me that he loved me," Dan stated softly, smiling a bit at the memory of Phil over top of him, all sweaty and sexy and beautiful, telling him that he loved him, tears of happiness on his face, calling out his name as he coated his insides and moaned so softly in sweet ecstasy…

"Dan!" Susan exclaimed, snapping her fingers in front of his face to bring him out of his trance.

"Huh?" He murmured.

"You spaced out there," she laughed, sipping her tea. "What were you thinking about?"

Dan's face couldn't get any redder.

"Nothing," he muttered awkwardly. "Let's get back to what happened."

"Okay," she giggled.

"So uhm, yeah, bottom line is I'm pregnant." Dan was so awkward throughout the whole sentence.

Susan gasped, smiling a bit. "God, are you really?!"

Dan nodded, blushing a bit lighter now. Susan giggled happily and pulled Dan into a tight hug. "I was hoping you could help me with the pregnancy and birth and stuff," he said faintly.

"Of course, Dan!" She exclaimed. Dan grinned and breathed a sigh of relief, hugging her back tightly.

"Thank you," he breathed. She pulled away and smiled wider, before getting up to get more tea.

"The baby is Phil's, right?"

Dan laughed loudly. "Yes, of course!" He assured her. She chuckled a bit as she came back and sat down.

"Do you love him?" Susan asked genuinely, a thoughtful look on her face.

"I do, but I never got to tell him. I believe he's my soulmate."

Susan sighed a bit dreamily. "Define soulmate."

"Two people, one heart."

Susan smiled.

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