#//i love wren and katey....

[vanoincidence]

Cultauge (Cult Sausage) || Van & Wren

TIMING: current. LOCATION: sly slice. PARTIES: @asirenscream & @vanoincidence SUMMARY: wren goes to sly slice seeking normalcy. she doesn't really find it, because van is the one serving her. CONTENT: none!

Van was staring down at her phone when the door opened. The silence that followed would’ve been concerning, but she was used to customers being distracted before they were finally ready to order. However, the prolonged silence stretched a little too far for her liking, and finally, she looked up to see a girl who couldn’t be much older than herself standing across from her. “Um… hi–” No, she wasn’t supposed to start with um, that wasn’t how customer service worked. 

“Hi, welcome to Sly Slice.” There, that was much better. She looked from the girl to the door, half-expecting a few of her friends to trickle in, but nobody did. “Do you… want to order?” 

Wren was supposed to be able to handle anything the new world she was introduced to her had to offer. It didn’t exactly feel like that. Her favorite thing was to simply stay home. The mere idea of being out and about made her knees shake with unrelenting anxiety that made it hard to even breathe through. Her mission for the day had been to actually talk to someone. Anyone. Someone who wasn’t a bird, at least. 

The attempt hadn’t gone well so far. Wren had spent most of the day darting between buildings and hiding, a tremble in her fingers she couldn’t quite shake. She, instead, had dug around in various dumpsters and stuffed whatever she could find in usable condition in the bag Poppy had left her. (It was a brown leather bag with scuffs all over it, but she planned on treasuring it dearly since it was Poppy’s.) The search in dumpsters didn’t result in anything for the siren to eat. Her stomach had let out a pitiful growl. It was long past time to find something to eat.

It took longer than anticipated with how Wren avoided anyone and everyone on the sidewalks, but she eventually found what seemed to be some sort of restaurant. She pulled down the sunglasses she had found in the trash over her eyes, gripping tighter onto her bag, and pushed open the door. There was a girl standing behind the counter and Wren was doing her best to not outright run out of the restaurant. 

“Hi!” Wren squeaked out, another tentative step forward was taken. She couldn’t believe there was an actual human in front of her. This was utterly terrifying. “What do… you have?” Her voice cracked in the middle. She swallowed hard before trying again, “to eat! Do you have like… um. Do you have any meat?” This was definitely how this was supposed to go. Hopefully.  

Van stared across the way at the customer, watching as she visibly trembled with every word that was spoken. Was that what she looked like to other people? God, she hoped not. “This is a pizza place…” She cleared her throat and pointed upwards to the menu that hung over her head. In case the girl couldn’t see, she grabbed one of the leaflets with the four pizza types they had available as well as the drink menu which had all off-brand soda types. 

“There’s pepperoni and sausage, if that’s what you want? I mean, that is meat, so I’m guessing that is like, what you want.” She chewed the inside of her cheek as she watched her. Van wondered why she was wearing sunglasses inside and if it had anything to do with the bright fluorescents behind her, or if it was something else. 

“There’s cheese too, so like, if you’re lactose intolerant, I do have some lactaid? I mean, I’m not supposed to give them out ‘cause I think technically they’re medicine, but… there’s also cheese, and I feel like that’s really important.” 

Just behind her, there were a few warming stations with already made pizza, most of which had meat toppings. “They’re 2.25 a slice, or 13.00 for a full pizza.” 

Wren blinked a few times behind the shades of the sunglasses. Pizza. That was… human food. Right? There was so much that she was still trying to learn. Poppy had left her behind a journal and various things to learn more about how to pass in human society. Avoiding mirrors, avoiding saying she was a siren to begin with, and more things to just help her. This definitely wasn’t in anything she was left. What was the right thing to say? Oh, she was definitely failing this self imposed mission already.

“Right. Pizza! Pizza.” Wren shaped the word in her mouth and made a face at how utterly confusing it felt to say out loud. She took a few more tentative steps toward the counter to snatch the leaflet out of the woman’s hand. “Um,” her eyes looked down to the leaflet to see just what exactly pizza was. It definitely had meat on it, but not raw meat which was how Wren tended to eat it. 

Tilting her head slightly, Wren let out a long breath before looking back up to the girl behind the counter. “Do you have, like… raw meat pizza?” That was so something humans would ask for. This was easy. Ignoring the tremble in her own words, Wren did her best to stand up straight and act like she knew just what she was doing. “I will take one of these pizza like that and that lactaid, for sure!” 

Van was so used to going into customer service mode while beneath Sly Slice’s roof that it hadn’t even occurred to her that the girl across from her seemed to be a little more disheveled than most. Recently, most people seemed that way. The town seemed to always have something going on, and Van typically stuck her head in the sand when it came around to acknowledging it. It was easier that way. She already had so much of her own life changing every day, she didn’t need to look at what else was changing. 

“Pizza!” Van threw her hands up, making jazz hands as if to reveal the word they’d both said now more than a few times. Was this the first time that the girl had had it? It seemed to be, based on the way she was confused. That wouldn’t be a first, though. There were plenty of people who’d never had pizza before. 

“Raw… meat?” Van blinked at the customer, dumbfounded by the request. It reminded her of the time that raccoons had been eating all of their sausage and she had blamed Janice. “Is that.. a thing?” She’d heard of tartar, but she didn’t think that the beef they stocked at Sly Slice was good enough for that. “Um, I don’t think that we can do that. Like, food code or something. But you can have cooked meat, if that’s what you want? Do you want… that? With the lactaid?” Van was used to getting odd requests, and raw meat was one of the ones she’d come across before, but she always tended to push them in the direction of the kinds of stuff that wouldn’t get Rocky in trouble for. 

Wren flinched in surprise at the hand motion the girl made. She blinked a few times to try to find some inner calm within herself that definitely didn’t exist. Poppy had always made jokes about the way that Wren would rather stay in the nest than take on even the slightest uptick in the winds. Waiting in a stretching silence fit her way more than even managing a response to the obviously confused girl before her. Okay, so raw meat pizzas weren’t a human thing. This was going to be really weird then. How was she supposed to dig her way out of this?

The door was looking real nice to run out of right about now.

“Um,” the sting of tears were pricking at the corners of Wren’s eyes, hidden behind the bright pink sunglasses she was wearing. “Anything can be a thing if you want it to! That’s what… um. That’s what my cousin used to say.” Her voice pitched up an octave, feeling the way her bottom lip trembled. This was so hard. Why did she have to do this? She wanted to go home. Not the stupid house Poppy left her, but her actual home.

A sniffle finally escaped Wren despite her best efforts. Her hand rubbed at her cheek anxiously. “Never mind! Don’t, um… don’t worry about it!” Her voice cracked at the end as she swallowed around the lump in her throat. 

Not quite the observant type, Van missed the way that the customer inwardly flinched. She was too confused by the request of raw meat pizza, even though by Wicked’s Rest standards, that did seem fairly normal. She thought about Dr. Kavanagh and her request to keep the mice in the freezer at the apartment she was borrowing, and how she wouldn’t put it past Regan to ask the freezer at Sly Slice either at some point. 

People were just… weird, and it was clear that this customer was no exception to that. Who was Van to judge? She was weird, too. 

What Van did notice, however, was the tremble in the girl’s voice. That sounded like Van when she was about to start crying. Was this girl about to start crying? Over raw meat pizza? Was it some kind of delicacy in her family? Did she just really need her iron? Or was it zinc… Van had no clue. She opened her mouth to speak before it was made obvious by the sniffle from the customer that she was in fact crying. 

How would somebody try and fix this situation for her? They’d probably tell her raw meat was bad for her and force her to have regular pizza, but Van wasn’t Dr. Kavanagh or Emilio. No, she was Van. A free-thinker! Somebody who liked to give people what they wanted. 

“No, um– it’s– I can give… there is sausage that I can give you? You can just buy that instead?” She didn’t think the cooks would let her request the sausage not to be cooked, but she could probably get away with swiping one of the portions without them noticing. “Is that okay? Sausage? No pizza? You don’t even need lactaid, I don’t think!” She didn’t think there was milk in sausage. 

“I can um, I can go and get it for you? I don’t know how much to charge you for it, so…” The pink sunglasses the customer wore didn’t look expensive, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have money. Again, who was Van to judge? She was more broke than most people. “Does that… work?”

The ragged breath expelled from Wren rather abruptly. This definitely would be what Poppy would call ‘a total and complete disaster from start to finish’. It was embarrassing, beyond embarrassing even. Wren didn’t know how to function outside of her colony. This was going to be her home for how long now and it was stumble after stumble in trying to get settled. Could she even ever truly get settled with how miserably she was failing in just getting here? 

It took a few sharp inhales before Wren could even manage a response. A soft warmth fluttered through her chest at the kind offer. Maybe it was just to get her to stop crying like a child, but it was still kind nonetheless. “I would… I would like that, thank you.” She all but croaked out, fingers tangling together as she gripped at them to stop their shaking before the girl. It wasn’t like she couldn’t embarrass herself further. Wren knew it was highly likely, even. 

Money, right. Poppy had left her some in the notes and advice to pass in human culture. She finally pushed the sunglasses to rest on the top of her head as she pulled her bag around to dig through. She pulled out a handful of crinkled bills. There were various ones, fives, and a ten in there. This was also another hurdle she was struggling in figuring out: what exactly the currency system was and how it worked. She would have to keep reading Poppy’s notes. “Is this enough?” A shaky hand was extended out toward the human woman. 

Van knew that maybe she should have stayed firm on this subject, should have told her that no, only cooked pizza is available. But the way she looked, even from behind those glasses– it reminded her way too much of herself. Maybe it was like she was seeing a version of herself in the mirror. A slightly taller version with longer hair, but still. 

She leaned over the counter to get a better look as the customer began to dig into her bag for what she could only assume to be money. What if she pulled out Canadian coins? What would Van tell her? Maybe she should find Thea and see if she could do an exchange of some kind. But after a moment, no, it wasn’t the Queen whose face disgraced her vision, it was one of the old men in the ugly paper. At least Canadian money looked pretty. 

“Um…” She tried to get a view of just how much money there was, but couldn’t quite see. Whatever, it’s not like Rocky hadn’t had sausage go missing before. “Hold on.” 

Van dashed into the back room, slinking towards the freezer. Their newest cook was on their phone, leaning against the opposite wall with one earbud in– completely unaware to her existence. She pulled open the fridge and grabbed one of the large bundles of sausage, tucking it under her arm before returning to the front. 

Brushing some of the hair out of her eyes, she slapped the sausage onto the counter between herself and the customer. It made a squishing sound as she dropped it down, but there it was– raw and a myriad of pinks and reds. “Is this okay? We don’t really have like…other stuff, just this.” She gave the girl a hopeful glance before she shook her head at the money. “You can um, keep that. This sausage is on the house.” How many things had been given to her for free because of the way she looked? Pitiful, even behind a pair of sunglasses. Maybe Van had it all wrong– maybe this girl needed the sausage to provide for more people than just herself, and more than what pizza could offer. 

But she’d asked for raw pizza, too. Van thought about the raccoons again and her nose twitched in response to the idea of eating the meat from the fridge. “Um… can I ask, though? Are you like, one of those heavy carnivore people? You know, like the girl on Tik tok who eats a lot of butter..?”

Wren blinked, money still outstretched in her hand. The girl told her to ‘hold on’ then all but rushed off. It wasn’t long before the girl was back with the sausage. Slowly, Wren pulled her outstretched hand back and deposited the money into her bag once more. Maybe she needed more? She plucked the sunglasses off the top of her head and dropped them into the bag, too. Maybe she’d have to use that as a payment, too. Do restaurants take sunglasses as payments? She’d have to look back at her notes or simply hope for the best. 

Clamping her mouth shut in fear that her teeth would turn into the razor sharp form they normally were, Wren observed the sausage curiously. It hadn’t even occurred to her to enthrall the woman behind the counter into giving her the food she wanted. Now the mere thought made her feel uncomfortable. It was out of the kindness of her own heart that she did this. She wasn’t sure if she’d see this girl again, but she vowed she wouldn’t ever use her abilities on her. Did she want to be friends with her? Wren never really had a friend outside of Poppy before. The other sirens in her colony thought she was too bossy or too much of a baby to be around. 

“Yes! It’s—it’s great, thank you.” Wren wiped at her damp cheeks and took the last few tentative steps to fully approach the counter. So ‘on the house’ meant no money needed. She’d have to remember that. Or remember long enough at least to put it down in her overflowing book of notes about humans she had. Her manicured nail poked at the sausage before her attention was drawn back to the girl.

“Tick… tock?” The words felt foreign and odd on Wren’s tongue. “Is that a uh… what is that?” She asked curiously. There was no way she’d be able to begin to even guess what a tick tock may be. “Um, I—I just… eat a lot of raw meat, yeah! Ever since I was a little—a little child?” That’s what adolescent humans were called. She remembered! Score one for Wren. “Do you like this butter? What do you like?” More research to be able to help her fit in. She could use this. 

Once the girl’s glasses were off, it was that much more apparent that yes, she had been crying. Van bit the inside of her cheek, suddenly feeling a little more awkward than she previously did. Was this how people felt around her? Then again, she wasn’t going around asking for raw meat. She didn’t cry over meat, it wasn’t worth it. Maybe slimjims, but never sausage. 

Half of her thought that when the customer reached forward for the sausage, she’d be infected with something– the urge to cry, maybe. As if the customer would transfer her anxiety over. Van smiled at the girl despite her inner thoughts, knowing that when someone was kind, it made the situation that much better. When people looked annoyed– that was what usually made Van cry a little harder, at least. 

“Tik Tok, it’s the… app?” She thought about Wynne and how they hardly knew anything at all, and Van began to theorize that maybe this customer was from a cult, too. A weird, raw meat eating one, but one nonetheless. Though, Wynne hadn’t liked the use of that word. “People post videos and things, and there’s a girl on there who eats a lot of meat and also like, blocks of butter.” She fiddled with a loose string on the hem of her work shirt as she explained. 

But it was being cleared up– the reason as to why she needed the raw meat. “I used to eat a lot of soup as a kid, so I guess… but I don’t think raw soup is a thing, since it’s heated? It has to be cooked.” She was sure it was out there somewhere, some version of raw soup, but it didn’t really entice her in any way. Van shook her head. “I’m not… a butter fan.” She liked butter in things, but the idea of eating it whole made her a little queasy. “What do… I like?” She pointed at herself, slightly surprised by the question. 

“Um… I like slim jims and red bulls.” Van looked down at her t-shirt and pulled the nametag forward, “my name is Van, by the way.” Maybe she could get this person’s name and connect her with Wynne. They could discuss their cults and maybe the girl across from her would no longer feel the need to eat raw meat. “Not like the car, but– like Vanessa. See? It’s scratched out.” She pointed towards where she’d taken the sharpie to the end of her name tag. 

Wren’s fingers wrapped around the sausage and awkwardly picked it up. She could feel the look she was getting from the woman and it made her want to squirm on the spot. Running away still sounded really good right now. Maybe she could take up hiding away in an alleyway again. Though, that wasn’t very comfortable or warm right now. She could run away eventually, just not yet. That wasn’t very polite or what humans considered polite at least. She remembered reading that in the book left for her. This interaction, at least, would give her something to add to the book of notes. 

“App. I see.” Wren repeated the words coming from the woman as if that would make them stick around in her brain longer. She’d have to work on her computer skills some more and figure out what exactly this ‘Tick Tock’ thing was. Whatever she needed to do to blend in. The urge to start trembling was prevalent. That was a daunting task. It meant interacting with people and doing her best to not stand out. If she could melt into the floor right this moment then she would do that. Figuring out what the heart wanted most from others was easy work, but finding out just how to keep eyes turning toward her was a big feat. She didn’t think figuring out what people wanted most would help her much on that front. 

Wren’s eyes were wide as she paid rapt attention to what the girl was telling her. If she could commit the words to be ingrained inside her head she would. She also couldn’t help but get distracted momentarily on just how kind and careful the woman was with her. It was hard to not feel like Wren was mere moments away from a meltdown, but no matter how anxiety-inducing this had been for her she felt an urge to be optimistic. It would take more than just one interaction to bring her out of this self imposed shell, but this was at least a nice, not super scary start. (Her own crying aside. That was normal for her.)

“Hi, Van.” Wren greeted, swallowing around the swell of anxiety. “Those sound like all nice things to eat. Very yummy!” She had no idea what any of them were—or what a van was outside of the kind woman she had met. “I’m Wren, like the bird. Um, I’m going—I’m going to go. Thank you very much for the free meat.” Awkwardly, Wren dropped the wrapped food into her bag and took a few staggered backwards steps toward the door. “Maybe I will be back! With um, real pizza requests!” Blindly reaching back, Wren shoved open the door and dashed out of it back toward the streets. 

A loud, sharp exhale escaped the siren as she turned down the first alleyway she came across. At least Wren had something to eat for a little bit. That had been enough adventure for one day, she decided. She still wasn’t entirely sure about how exactly to navigate the human world and the people in it, but that hadn’t been the worst start. 

“Wren, like the bird!” Van nodded, committing the name to memory. It’d be easy to remember it, and maybe Wynne would even feel the need to befriend her since their names were similar. She tucked the thought away, nodding. “They are like, really good.” Better than raw sausage. She didn’t say it outloud, gaze scanning the meat that she had already handed over. It was still a little weird, but she knew deep down that she shouldn’t judge. 

Before Van could get another word in, Wren was backtracking towards the door and pushing it open. “Please come for pizza! Your cult doesn’t control you!” She figured it was lost on Wren, as the door was already closed and she was gone. Van stood there for a moment, preoccupied by the way her chest wound tight. It’d been awhile since she’d taken control of a situation– noticed the way that somebody else might have needed reassurance. 

Now that she was alone, she felt the jitters from the conversation and she took a deep breath, easing herself back into her work routine. She’d need to tell Wynne about Wren before Wren went back to her cult and she knew it. 

[ms-rampage]

Eden’s Gate: Eden’s Gate Chapter 3 - No More Lies

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst. Paige is somewhat of a bitch in this. 

Word count: 1.7k

This is a short follow up series to Kidnapped leading up to the nuclear holcaust, and the beginning of New Dawn. 

Summary: The Winchester family work on tracking down Joseph Seed. Paige finds out about Kate’s pregnancy.  

Guest OCs: Barbara Teller (FC: Katey Segal), Morgan Costello (FC: Kathryn Newton), Ryan Cho (FC: Ryan Potter), Sarah Dunham (FC: Toni Storm), Ivan Wren (FC: Dylan Spouse) Isaiah Wren (FC: Cole Spouse). 

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A week has passed, and Kate is indeed pregnant. 

Fucking hell. John Seed was fucking right!!.

She’s most likely due April/May of that following year.

She can’t let anyone know just yet, especially now with everyone that is busy tracking down Joseph Seed. Wanting to kill him. 

Carrying the spawn of John Seed. The child might end up being a sadistic little shit just like him. It’s a matter of time when her stomach starts to get bigger. Paige is not far ahead of her, but she still doesn't have a baby bump just yet.

She radios Wheaty, telling him to meet her at the Whistling Beaver Brewery. He agrees, and will meet her there. 

Paige, Mandy, Kenny and everyone else is working with what Rachel had given them. She knows, she has to tell them, sooner or later Paige is starting to show signs of her pregnancy. She threw up that morning, and is eating excessively.  Kate knew it was a matter of time before she would go through that as well.  

Her and John had sex the night before his death. That was August 14th, now it’s August 26th. A little over a week, 9 days to be exact. Paige is probably 5 days to a week ahead of her.  Not sure how she was able to keep track of all that. Kate goes downstairs to where the others are. Including Rachel.

“Hey” Paige says, looking up from her laptop.

“Hey” she responds. 

“Are you hungry?!?” Mandy asks, who is cooking.

“Umm, no I’m good. I’m about to head out, and meet up with Wheaty” she says.

“Okay. Don’t get pregnant” Paige jokes, not looking up from her laptop.

Kate furrows her eyebrows at her. “I won’t” she responds. 

Rachel looks up from her book, and looks over at Kate.

“I’ll be back later” she says before leaving to her car. 

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After a 20 minute drive, Kate arrives at the brewery.

She’s a little early, so she sits down at a table, and waits for Wheaty. 

“Kate?!?” a familiar voice calls out.

She looks over to her right, and sees her long time friends Morgan, Ryan, Sarah, Ivan and Isaiah. 

“Hey!!” she says, standing up to give them all a hug. 

“We heard about what happened to your sister” Sarah tells her

“I told them” Ryan says, “Paige was my cage cellmate at St. Francis”.

“Yeah, yeah. We got her back, and Jacob paid the price” Kate says.

“And we also heard about you, and Wheaty killing John” Morgan says, through her teeth. Nudging her elbow at her. 

Kate nods her head, “Yeah. Yeah. I killed him. Well Nick Rye shot his plane down. Their trash talk to each other was hilarious, comedy level, and all we have left to kill is Joseph”.

“Sooo who are you meeting here?!?” Sarah asks.

“As a matter of fact, I’m meeting Wheaty here” she says.

“It took ya long enough.” Morgan jokes, “He’s a great guy. You deserve the best”.

"John's a douche, you deserve the best" Ivan tells her. Playfully hitting her shoulder. 

She nods her head with a smile. 

“Yeah I know. So Ryan, why did Jacob have you locked up?!” Kate asks.

He hesitates, “Because of my knowledgement in chemistry, and I may have caused some trouble in his region when he was still alive”.

“I got caught as well” Morgan says.

Kate’s eyes widened “When?!?”.

“A few months ago” she replies, "I was able to escape. Overnight". 

They chat for another few minutes, and they leave. 

Kate sits back down, and waits for Wheaty.

5 minutes go by, and he walks through the door.

“Hey” she says, when he sees her.

“Hey” he responds, kissing her, “So why did you call me here?!?”.

“I’m pregnant” she says, “I took a test, and it came back positive”.

His jaw drops open, “You serious?!?”.

She nods her head, “Yeah”.

“Do the others know?!?” he asks, “Your family?!”.

She looks down, “No. None of them know about it”. She sighs, “I don’t know how to tell them”.

“You don’t have to tell them it’s John’s. Just say it's mine” he tells her. 

She nods her head, “I can. I can. I’m a good liar, and all. But I can’t lie about this”.

“Faith is living with us. She’s helping us track down Joseph” she says.

“Can you trust her?!” he asks.

“She knows I’m pregnant”.

Wheaty looks at her confused, “What do you mean, she knows?!?. I thought no one else knew about it?!". 

“I never told her, or anyone. But she “sensed” it. She said I’m having a girl”.

He looks around in confusion, “She said you were having a girl?. When it’s not even an embryo”.

“That’s what I thought” Kate responds, “Unless she’s a witch or something”.

They chatted for a couple of hours, and they went back to their places.

Wheaty the Wolf's Den, and Kate the Winchester-Smith compound.

Arriving home around 6:30pm, the sun is barely setting. Kate walks through the front door, and is greeted by Barbara.

“Hey sweetie, your sister told me you went on a date?!. Who’s the guy, or girl?”

Kate chuckles, “He’s a part of the Whitetail Militia, he’s the host of a pirated radio broadcast, and is the best thing that has ever happened to me”.

She goes upstairs to her room. A few minutes later, Rachel knocks at her door.

-knock knock knock-

“Yeah?!” she responds. 

The door opens, and she sees Rachel walk in.

“Hey Rachel” she says.

“So how was your date?” she asks.

“It went good. We had a great time” she responds. 

“Did you tell him?” she asks.

Kate looks up at her, “About what?”.

“Your pregnancy” she whispers.

“Oh, oh right!!” she chuckles, then clears her throat. 

“Yeah. yeah I told him. Because he was the only one. Before you knew of my pregnancy”

“Are you going to tell the others?” she asks.

“I’m gonna have to” she mutters, “I’m gonna have to. Maybe now, or when everyone is here” she says again, looking down at the floor.

Rachel nods her head, “I know you're scared”.

Kate looks up at her.

“I know you’re scared, because it’s John’s, and Paige doesn’t like him. I know you’re scared that Paige might not love you anymore. That she might feel betrayed”.

Kate lets out a short breath, “Yeah, Yeah. I know she’ll be angry, but she’ll get over it because John is dead”.

As they're talking upstairs, downstairs in the dining room. Paige gets a lead on Joseph’s whereabouts, by hacking into the Hope County’s police system, and finding his location, or at least where he was in the last few days. 

She wanted to tell Kate in a private conversation before she told anyone else.

She goes up stairs to Kate’s room, she’s about to knock on her door, but stops when she hears her, and Rachel talking.

As much as she doesn’t like eavesdropping. 

She listens in on their conversation from the hallway, and regrets it.

“So when are you gonna tell them?!” Rachel asks Kate. 

Kate sighs, “I’ll go downstairs in a bit, and tell them. Paige might hate me for it. But I just need to get it off my chest.”

Confused, Paige puts her ear to the closed door. Trying to hear what else is being said. 

There’s a few moments of silence in the room.

“I can’t believe I’m carrying John Seed’s kid” she says, with so much frustration in her voice.

Paige hears this, and her blood starts to run cold.

“What?!?” she whispers to herself. Eyes wide. 

“I’ve thought about abortion, but I can’t do that” she says, “I can just lie, and say it’s Wheaty’s kids. She won’t know”.

“Come on. Let’s go downstairs and tell the others” Rachel tells her in a reassuring voice. 

Paige quickly goes back downstairs before they leave the room. She is fuming. 

“Hey did you-” Kenny asks her before getting cut off by his angry wife. 

“No!” she raises her voice, almost yelling.

He looks at the others confused, and back to his wife “Umm okay what’s wrong?!?”.

“Don’t worry you’ll find out in a few minutes!!!” she says angry, leaving the room to go outside. 

Kate, and Rachel walk downstairs to the living room. 

She clears her throat. 

“Hey guys there’s something I want to tell you, and I want everyone in here”.

Everyone comes into the living room.

“Where’s Paige?!?” she asks.

“She went outside” Kenny says, “Paige!!”.

Paige walks back inside, arms crossed and angry. She takes a seat on the arm of the couch next to Kenny.

Kate takes a deep breath, “So what I wanted to tell you guys was-”

She gets cut off by her sister, “That you’re pregnant?!?”.

Kate’s eyes widened, and all of her color drained out of her body.

Everyone looks at Paige, and then back at Kate.

“Kate you’re pregnant?!?!” Mandy asks.

Paige stands up, “Yeah, she is. With John Seed’s kid!!!”.

A loud gasps between all of them. Everyone, staring at each other in shock. Heads turning to one another. 

“But John Seed is dead!!!” Martin says. 

“This was before his death. I’m guessing. Am I right Kate?!?” she asks.

She nods her head, “Yeah. Yeah it was the night before I killed him”.

“And you had sex with him. I knew, I shouldn’t have let you untie him.” she says, running her hand through her hair before placing them on her hips. 

“Okay. So what if he got me pregnant!?!?!” she snaps at her, “He’s dead, and I can raise this child on my own”.

“Kate” Paige mutters, pinching the bridge of her nose, “That’s not the point. You’re carrying the spawn of John fucking Seed!!!!”.

Paige groans into her hands. 

“And you were gonna lie, and tell us that it's Wheaty’s kid. Weren’t you?!?!”.

“He knew I was pregnant, and he knows it's John’s. He told me that he wouldn’t mind being a stepfather to the child”.

Everyone looks back, and forth at the two sisters. 

“He also told me he wants to be there for the both of us” she says, placing her hand on her belly.

Paige looks out the window, her back to the others.

Everything felt like it was moving painfully slow. Time freezing, slowing down. After a few minutes, she turns back around, and says.

“No more lies Katella, okay? I’m sick of it. I tell you everything, and I mean everything. You gotta do the same with me. From this day on there will be no more lying, keeping things from me, or bending the truth, and everything in between.”

Kate nods her head, “Okay”. 

“And not just this. From the time when you lost your soul, getting a hit on demon blood, saying “Yes” to Lilith, and not saving me in Hell. Everything!!. You promise?!”. 

Tears begin to stream down Paige’s face, and Kate’s as well. 

She nods her head once again, “Okay. Okay I promise”.