Roof - Late Sunday Evening

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George sat on the edge of the roof, looking out over the island that would eventually be his doman.

Once his tintillium concern came through, of course.

For now he was simply brooding over his lost love. She who was his ...sister.

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Somehow George hadn't moved throughout the entire break.

"Pregnant?" he gasped. "Does it have brain cancer too?"

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"The doctors don't know," She replied in a whisper of sorrow. "But I do know one thing... it's yours."

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"Jean, lass!" George said, eyes shining with unshed tears. He stood up, still clutching her hands in his. "But - we haven't been together since that night in Luxembourg."

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"I know--But I can feel it." She touched her trim, beautiful stomach. "--I know it's yours."

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"Such a baby - conceived in our lust true love," George said, laying his hand over hers. He looked up at her, his voice deepening. "Whatever happens, Jean. I will be there for you and our baby."

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"Oh, George! You've made me so happy!" Even if she was going to die of brain cancer.

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"Next episode Tomorrow, we shall start the search for a cure for your brane canser like a bandaid," George promised. "And then all three of us will live forever in happiness!"

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"At your summer home in Antarctica?" Oh, the happy memories she had of that place.

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"And your favourite spot in the Himalayas," George agreed. "The one with the horses and lambs playing in the sunlight."

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Jean threw herself at him to cling to his masculinity. "You remembered!"

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His hands caressed her feminine curves, sliding over the sweet skin that would soon hold a baby bump prosthetic. "I remember - everything."