This is a story based on an RP my friend, Kaylee, made a long while back on Gaiaonline. I wrote this for her. Alana belongs to her and Jacob belongs to me.

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He was a man of few words. So she always loved it when he spoke to her, soft and low. In a voice that told her how much he really loved her. And she still loved that voice when he used it on the baby inside her belly like he was now. She grinned as she gazed down at his head, his lips a millimeter away from her belly as he spoke softly to their precious creation.

"You're gonna grow big and strong," he was saying. "And Mommy and Daddy are gonna love you forever. No matter what." He looked up at her and gave her another thing that was rare coming from him. A grin. She smiled back at him and rubbed her belly.

"We're going to have a wonderful family," she said softly. He nodded and wrapped an arm around her, leaning in to leave a kiss on her forehead. "I need some vegetables," she said. "Before I start dinner." She grinned innocently at him. He rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips as he pulled away. He went over to the door and took hold of their shopping bag. "See you soon!" she called. He looked over and nodded at her before walking out the door.

He slowly made his way to the marketplace, enjoying the sights, sounds, and smells of his no-longer-new home. Even though he wasn't the hugest fan of water, he enjoyed Atlantis very much. The people were so happy and friendly. Even when he didn't reflect their cheerful demeanor. At first, he hadn't been used to it, and didn't know how to respond. Now he made a point to nod to everyone that greeted him. His neck was lucky that it wasn't a busy day.

Of course, there were some people that had scorn for him and his wife. Some people that didn't approve of the community welcoming them in. They were Outsiders. They came from Out There. They were strangers. If they could find a home here, how many other Outsiders would do the same? They would take their jobs, money, food, etc. They would steal their technology and use it in their world, leaving Atlantis with nothing. And now, the Outsiders were beginning to multiply. She was pregnant.

He shook his head, turning those thoughts away. He enjoyed it here, and he wasn't going to let some sour-pusses ruin it. He walked straight up to his wife's favorite vegetable merchant and, as the merchant was already working with someone, stood to the side to wait his turn.

"Jacob!" the merchant greeted him when he was done with the other customer and she had left. "I'm so glad you came today? I have a special set of vegetables waiting for you." He leaned in close. "Best of the batch," he said quietly with a wink. Jacob merely nodded and waited patiently as the merchant turned around and went to grab the special batch.

"Well, hey, look who's showing his ugly mug!" Jacob turned curiously to see a group of four men staring at him from across the street. There was only one that seemed to have a big mouth. But all of them looked to be in agreement with him. "What brings you here, Trashie?"

Jacob glowered at them before rolling his eyes and turning away. Stay calm, he heard her in his head. They're not worth it.

"Heard your Trashie wife is pregnant!" Bigmouth continued to taunt. "Such a waste! Y'know what I'm gonna do with that baby!? Take it in my arms and bash its skull in!" Jacob's anger rose to its boiling point as the men laughed. He turned and glowered at them again.

"I hope it's a girl!" another one of the men said. "I can break her box right out of the womb!" The men continued to laugh, none of them noticed Jacob running straight at them until he had the second man's throat in his hand. The man struggled uselessly against him, his legs kicking as Jacob held him in the air by his throat.

"Get him!" Bigmouth called. All three men jumped on him. Bigmouth grabbed his head and prepared to smash it into the ground with the other two men grabbed his wrists. Jacob was forced to let go of the potential baby rapist, but he easily shook the other two men off and grabbed Bigmouth's wrists. He doubled over quickly, throwing Bigmouth over his back and into the pbr who was on the ground struggling to breathe. The air was knocked out of both men, leaving Jacob time to focus on the other two for a moment.

They were reaching for his arms again. He spun to the side and punched one man hard in the stomach, knocking the air out of him, too. The other man, who was about the same height as Jacob, brought his arms under Jacob's armpits and held him back. Jacob smirked and did a similar move as he did before, grabbing the man's head and doubling over to throw the man over him and on top of the other man.

He looked over to the side. Bigmouth was up and was in the process of pouncing on him. It was too late to do anything about it besides duck. But he still wasn't fast enough and Bigmouth's fist connected with Jacob's eye.

That was when the cops showed up. Well, the cop. The sound of the whistle pierced Jacob's ears, adding more pain to that of his eye.

"You again, Jake?" Jacob looked over to see a familiar face in a familiar, light-blue uniform. He rolled his good eye and looked away. "You know I can't just keep letting you get away with this," the cop said. Jacob shook his head.

"We didn't even do anhything to him," Bigmouth said. "We were just standing here."

"You blackened his eye," the cop noted.

"In self-defense!"

"Fish-shit!" came the vegetable merchant's voice. He was making his way over, a bagof vegetables in his hand. "Everyone in the market heard you threaten him and his unborn child."

"Is that true?" the cop asked, looking over at Jacob The Outsider nodded. The cop sighed. "This is the last time," he told Jacob pointedly. With that, he turned and left.

Bigmouth muttered something and Jacob turned to glare at him. Bigmouth backed off. He may have gotten a hit in, but it was obvious Jacob was the superior fighter. He ddin't want to end up a bloody mess before Jacob was arrested.

"Here." The merchant handed Jacob the bag of vegetables. "These are yours." Jacob nodded his thanks and took the bag, making his way back home.

"Jake!" Alana gasped the moment he walked through the door. "What happened!?"

Jacob shook his head as his wife approached to inspect his eye. "Just some big mouths," he mumbled.

She sighed. "Did you get in trouble?"


She frowned and took his arm, leading him into the kitchen. "What are we going to do with you in prison?" she scolded him, no longer afraid of his anger. Jacob remained silent as he took his punishment. "You have a family that relies on you, now. Not just me or just Sarah. You need to keep in control." She pulled out the bag of ice from the icebox and gently placed it on her husband's eye. He caught her hand before she could pull it away. She let out a breath and gazed at him.

"I love you," he said softly. She relaxed and leaned down to kiss him.

"You must be careful," she whispered.

Jacob nodded and looked up at her. "I'm hungry," he said, trying and failing to sound helpless. She laughed and took the bag of vegetables from his hand.

"Then I guess I better start dinner," she said. She leaned down and kissed him again before making her way to the stove.

As she cooked, Jacob lay on the couch, icing his eye. Twenty minutes on, twenty minutes off. All the while getting hungrier and hungrier. Alana was getting hungry, too, and the smell of the food cooking right in front of her was no help.

Finally, dinner was done and she called her husband to the table. He grinned at the delicious-looking chicken-and-vegetable dish and kissed her on the forehead.

"It looks great," he told her. She grinned.

"If it looks so great, then come down at eat it," she said. He smirked and did as he was told, sitting beside her. They were not a couple of faith or anything. So there was nothing to think when Alana began digging right in. Hungrily, Jacob filled his fork as much as he could and brought it to his mouth.

And stopped.

He closed his mouth and sniffed. "Alana," he said. She didn't hear him, so he looked at her and said louder, more urgently, "Alana!"

Alana blinked and looked over at him. "What's wrong?"

"The food," he said. "It doesn't smell right."

"What do you mean?" she asked, then chuckled. "Are you insulting my cooking?"

"No, seriously. Something's wrong with it." He looked over at her again. She was deathly pale.

"Like what?" she asked, not at all acting unusual.

"You're pale," he noted. He reached up and touched her face. "Do you feel all right?"

"I'm a little sick to my stomach," she confessed. "But I was really, really hungry. I ate fast."

He shook his head and pushed their plates away. "Let's get you to the doctor."

Jacob took Alana in his arms, bridal style, and raced her to the healer's. The healer was concerned the moment he burst through the door.

"She can't be in labor yet," he said worriedly.

"No," Jacob said. "Food poisoning. There's something wrong with our food and she went pale."

"Oh, no. Come, lay her down in that room. I'll be there soon." Jacob obeyed, gently laying her down on the pallet and brushed her hair out of her face. She was now struggling to breathe.

"I feel," Alana began, ". . . really sick."

"It'll be OK," he told her gently. "We're at the doctor's now." Alana moaned and held her swollen belly.

"I don't think the baby will be," she whispered.

"Yes, it will," Jacob assured her. He kissed her forehead. "Both of you are going to be fine." That was when the healer came in. He kicked Jacob out of the room and set to work. Jacob waited anxiously outside the door, pacing. It was at least a good hour or two when the healer came back out.

Jacob turned when he heard the door close. "How is she?" he asked hurriedly.

"She's fine," the healer said. "And so's the baby. I was able to get the poison neutralized in time."

"The poison?"

"Yes. Uhm . . . Jacob . . . I don't know how to tell you this. You and your family were poisoned."

Jacob tilted his head. "You're joking," he said, his voice low. The healer shook his head.

"The vegetables, I could smell it. A poison we have here in Atlantis called Mirshat."

"Why would someone want to poison us?" Jacob asked, although he knew the answer already. He sighed and shook his head. The healer frowned.

"Just keep on your toes," the healer said. "We have a few more, better poisons around here. Be careful."

Jacob nodded. "Thank you." With that, he shook the healer's hand and walked into the sickroom, not ready to break the news of poison to his sweet, beloved wife.