Summary: Tess grieves for her unborn son.
Author's Note: I wrote this story before "Decrapture" aired. It's a short, kinda sad fic, but I dedicate it to all my Rebels out there who haven't let that sucky finale bring them down.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot.

"Crying"

She cried. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She had only cried three times in her life and it was because of physical pain. She cried now because of something else. It was more painful than anything she had endured in her life. The idea that her son might die scared her to death. And there was nothing she could do about it. She sat up in her bed with her head in her hands, rocking herself back in forth.

She didn't know how much time had passed before she heard the door creep open. It could have been minutes or hours.

"Tess?" she heard a voice call out. She didn't answered.

Kyle tried to make sense of the scene before him. Tess, was she crying? He had never seen her cry before. The room was dark and he wanted to turn on the light but he was afraid to touch anything.

He slowly walked towards her on the bed. "Tess," he said again. He wrapped his arms around her to soothe her crying. She collapsed into his arms. He suddenly realized this was worse than he thought. It was like she was falling apart. He sat there quietly and just held her.

"Tess, tell me what's wrong," he pleaded.

Tess sat up and wiped the tears away from her eyes. She had calmed down some but still more came.

"I'm pregnant and the baby's dying. He can't survive in this atmosphere," she told him.

Kyle didn't know how to react. He was shocked. He pulled her close and said, "Everything will be alright."

She looked into his eyes. "How?"

"It's just a feeling I have."

They sat there in silence for several minutes.

"Thank you Kyle," Tess said quietly.

He turned to her. "For what?"

"Being there for me."

"I always will be," he told her.

Suddenly the door opened.

"Tess?" It was Max. She wiped some tears away. Kyle turned on a nearby lamp. Max walked over and knelt down next to her.

"Are you okay?" he asked concerned.

She looked over at Kyle. "I'm better."

Max reached up and touched her cheek. "Tess, I have a translation of the book."

"What?" she said. He handed it to her. Her eyes widened as she read the translation.

"Michael was helping Maria and Liz with their investigation. They found this in Las Cruces," he told her. "Now we have all the answers."

"What's in it?" Kyle asked.

"Stuff about the war, the history of our people, answers about our biology, and," Max paused. "And the way home."

"You mean we can go home?" Tess asked.

Max smiled. "Yes."

Tess looked back down at the paper in her hands.

Kyle was silent. Were they going to go back to their home planet? Was she going to leave? The room felt smaller. He had to get out of here.

"I'll leave you two alone," he said. Tess nodded.

"So what do you think?" Max asked her.

"To be honest, I'm not sure what to think."

"Yeah." He took her hand into his.

"This is... huge."

Max stood up. "I'm gonna go. Are you going to be alright?"

"I'll be fine."

"Okay. If anything happens call me."

"I will," she said. Max leaned in and kissed her tenderly.

"Good night," he said.

"Good night."

THE END