Title: You're What?

Author: Morgan

Show/Comic: X-Men comic I do assume

Pairing: ain't gonna spoil it but it should be blatent or I goofed

Warnings: Yaoi/m/m, Mpreg, with that Title what else? silliness, sorta self-betaed courtsy of Word.

Archive: yes, of course

Spoilers: LOL!!!!!

Note: Hi...er this is a response from Peja's challenges the 5 minute ones that grew to 15 mins. I don't remember how long it took to write this one, but it sure as hell was amusing to write.

You're What?
by Morgan

"You're WHAT?"

"Calm down, Slim."

"But…you're male."

"Yes."

"I mean it's impossible, no way…are you sure?"

"Yes, I am sure. Ask Blue."

Dead silence.

"How?"

Long stare and nervous shifting and then some muttering.

"What? What? WHAT DID YOU SAY?"

"Weapon X, seems like there were some side affects."

"Side affects? Side affects, you call this a side affect?"

"What else would you call it Slim? It sure wasn't part of the plan."

More silence

"Are you keeping it?"

Silence.

"Who's the father?"

Evil eye and more silence.

"Wanna beer?"

"Sure."

Sounds of beer bottles being opened.

"Non, non cher! Is bad for the petite."

Beer bottle vanishes from death grip.

"Gumbo!"

"Non, cher, you know what M. Bete said. No alcohol until the petite is born."

"Your ARE keeping it!"

"But of course, why wouldn't we?"

Thud.

Blinks.

"You didn't tell him, cher?"

"Nah, what would be the fun in that?"

Owari/End