"You have to marry me."

 Billy Gunn sighed. "For god's sake, Lance, go away!" he hissed, glaring at the persistent Storm.

 Lance crossed his arms over his chest. "You have to marry me," he repeated.

 "I don't, and I'm not going to!" Billy snapped. "Just because we slept together, we do NOT have to get married! Look, I have a boyfriend, ok?"

 Lance frowned. "Why did you sleep with me if you didn't want to be with me?" he demanded.

 "Because I was drunk!" Billy exclaimed. "Extremely drunk! Now fuck off."

 Lance looked for a moment like he was going to do just that, but he turned back to Billy before getting even two steps away. "I can't do that Billy. You see, I'm - I'm - I'm with child," he whispered, putting a hand to his stomach.

 Billy stared at him. "You're kidding me!" he exclaimed.

 Lance shook his head. "It's true. I'm having a baby, and it's yours."

 "Oh god." Billy took a seat on the bench, putting his head in his hands. "God, why me?"

 Lance hesitantly took a seat next to Billy, fidgeting uncomfortably. "So are you gonna marry me?" he asked after a moment.

 Billy raised his eyes, glaring fiercely at the other man. "No, I'm NOT going to marry you!" he exclaimed. "I've still got a boyfriend, and I'm not going to throw away everything I have with Chuck because of one stupid, alcohol-induced night! Listen, tomorrow I'll take you to the clinic, and we'll - "

 "No!" Lance cried, his hand moving protectively to his stomach. "I'm not getting rid of my baby!"

 Billy growled. "Well what the fuck do you want me to do?"

 "Marry me!" Lance insisted.

 "I won't!" Billy shot back. "I'm in love with Chuck, and nothing could make me give him up!"

 The door to the locker room opened, and in walked the very man they were talking about, Chuck Palumbo. "Hey," he greeted, nodding to Billy. He frowned a little when he noticed Lance. "What's he doing here?"

 "Leaving," Billy replied, frowning at Lance.

 "But - " Lance objected, closing his mouth when Billy shot him a threatening look. He sighed, standing and walking to the door. "Please think about what I said," he pleaded with Billy before turning and leaving. Biting his lip, he walked hastily back to the locker room he was sharing with Justin. "It didn't work," he told Justin the second he walked in the door. "He just won't marry me!" He sunk onto the bench, putting his head in his hands. "What am I gonna do now? I went to all the trouble of getting him drunk out of his mind and fucking him as much as I could without protection so I could get pregnant, and he won't marry me! God Justin, I can't be a single dad, I just can't!"

 Justin Credible sat next to his friend, mulling the situation over. "Are you sure you're pregnant?" he asked at last. Lance nodded. "How do you know?" Justin pressed. "Have you gone to the doctor?"

 "No, but I took a pregnancy test," Lance replied gloomily.


 "Just an hour or so ago. I still have it, actually," Lance told him, pulling the small white object out of his pocket and handing it to Justin. He sighed mournfully, shaking his head. "I just don't know what I'm gonna do!"

 Justin frowned, peering at the test in his hand. "Lance, is this the result you got before?" he asked, holding the test up and pointing to the blue minus sign.

 Lance sniffed and nodded, looking mournful as ever.

 "Um, hate to break it to you man, but minus mean you're not pregnant," Justin stated.

 Lance frowned. "No, it means you are!" he insisted.

 Lance shook his head. "A red plus means you are, blue minus mean your not. I know, I've had to take a few of them myself. You're not pregnant, man."

 "Oh." Lance didn't look much happier.

 Justin gently punched his friend in the shoulder. "Aren't you happy man?"

 Lance looked up at his friend, his eyes filled with tears. "But Billy'll NEVER marry me now!" he exclaimed.


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