Hello, and welcome to another story that hopefully won't crash and burn! Few things:

-LP doesn't exist in this world

-Other bands do

-Parent's names are from my imagination because I don't know them in real life

-Not all pairings are both sided cough

Also: No Mercy readers: I'm sorry, but I didn't like there that was going

Enjoy!

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Thursday, March 29, 2012

Mike's POV

"Why?" I thought. "It's 5 in the fucking morning. Why am I so sick?"

The sun wasn't even up yet and my insides were all over the miniature bathroom. The sink, the floor, even the shower curtain were covered in bile from my terrible sight and aim. Without my glasses, I was basically blind. I finally was able to breathe after ten minutes of sickness, much to my liking. My head spun like a roller coaster and all I wanted was to fall back to sleep before school.

While trying to clean after everything was outside of me, another round of nausea hit. Stomach acid came up and burned my throat, having me wince in pain. I chugged some water down to rid the taste, then finished my task of cleansing.

I did my best to clean the mess, but it couldn't be done fast enough. I gave up, and decided my fatigue would overpower me. Crawling back to bed, I got in just in time to hear my trusty alarm clock go off for school.

"MICHAEL! GET UP IT'S TIME FOR SCHOOL!" Dad bellowed, not wasting any time.

That's when the water came back up.

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Chester POV

*bzz bzzz bzzz*

"Gahhhhh," I whined to the empty room. It's far too early for this mess; it's only 5:30. Why did I sign up for this job?

I flipped over and grabbed my cell phone to see a text from my brother, Brian. Inside held a picture of his four year old girl, smiling and holding a flower. The message said "Lilly wanted to show you this. 'Show Uncle Chazzy!'"

I smiled and let my heart melt at the child's affection. The smile on the girl's face was enough to pull me out of my king sized bed. It was always like this: every now and again he'd send a picture of my niece, and it could easily give me enough motivation to get moving. She was too cute not to get up for.

The shower was warm and comfortable, basically begging me to stay all day. The last thing I wanted was to have to leave the tiny space. Between the soapy suds and the hot water, it was like bed times a million. With reluctance, I turned the water off and braced the cold room before changing into some black jeans and a designed tee shirt. That's another thing great about my work - open uniform. I would be wearing a white coat over it, anyways.

A quick breakfast of toast and making coffee for the road was all time could allow. As I rushed to my car, my phone started ringing.

“Moshi moshi?” I called into the devise, hearing Brian’s voice come through.

“Still trying Japanese, eh?” my brother questioned. “When do you get off work today?”

“Three, I think. Depends how many teenagers come in randomly and hysterical,” I half joked to explain.

“Haha, well if you get time tonight maybe the three of us could grab a bite,” Brian offered, referring to his little girl.

“I’d love it! I’ll text you when I’m off work, okay?”

“Sounds like a plan, bro. Catch ya.”

“Sayonara!”

By the time I hung up, I arrived at my office. It was attached to the local hospital, and the outside sported bright red letters spelling out “OB/GYN”

Yes, my name is Chester Bennington, and I’m the only male OB/GYN in this area.

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Mike’s POV

School was a complete drag. Rob, thankfully, met me by my locker first thing. He was wearing an old Green Day tee shirt and torn jeans. Typical Rob.

“Hey Mike!” he yelled, trying to be heard over everyone else. By everyone else, I mean the two other girls whispering in the corner.

“Shut up, you’re loud,” I snapped. While twisting my locker open, Rob posed questions.

“What’s up? You don’t seem right...”

“Rob? Honestly, when’s the last time I was your definition of right?”

Rob fell silent as some memories flooded back. He instantly felt bad, having the red on his face be the proof. I was the one to break the silence. “Anyways, nah. I was sick this morning.”

“Sick like puke?” Rob questioned.

“Exactly. More like lots of puke,” I explained. “Right at 5. I wasn’t even able to get back to sleep. Plus the parents thought I was faking. I don’t think the amount of tired could be documented on my body...”

Rob’s face turned to concern. “Looks like you got a bug. Maybe Google the symptoms?”

“After.. school...” My voice faded from fatigue. My eyes started blinking at a slower rate and Rob called out my name before I fell over.

~

“Mike? Miiiiike? MICHAEL SHINODA!”

Rob was hovering over me as I lied somewhere unknown. My head was on a pillow and I could barely see from the bright lights. “Why’re you shouting?” I mumbled, waking up.

“To get you awake. I thought you died,” Rob stated matter-of-factly.

“I told you,” Miss Hadder, our school nurse, started, “he’s alive and okay. I told you this minutely!” She was a young, patient one. Potentially the nicest we’ve had in years.

“Oh, heh, right...” Rob chuckled. “Anyways, Mike, you passed out while explaining how badly you felt.”

“Rob told me your symptoms, and I suggest for you to go home,” Miss Hadder informed. My stomach twisted again and I started gagging. Miss Hadder ran to find a bucket while Rob stayed with me.

“Dude, dude can I go to your place?” I sputtered in between gags.

“I was gonna offer that. I’ll call ‘your’ parents now,” he stated. Right when he left my side was when Miss Hadder was back and stomach acid came up.

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A half hour later, Mrs. Bourdon, Sally, came in to see her son and me sitting on the cot of the office. Miss Hadder saw her, and immediately started speaking.

“Hi, Mrs. Shinoda!” she sparked, her voice upbeat.

“Hello, ma’am. I’m here to sign my son out of school,” Sally casually spoke, knowing the background Rob fed her. Miss Hadder never knew that this was Rob’s mom.

“Just sign here and all’s well,” Miss Hadder explained, giving me a sympathetic smile.

“Thank’s for letting Rob stay, Miss Hadder,” I said, smiling back at the young woman.

“He insisted,” she laughed, causing Rob to flush.

“Nice one,” I coughed under my breath. Rob punched my arm and helped me to my feet. “Backpack?”

“Here ya go, man. Picked it up after you fell over. Get better, I’ll call ya after school.”

Rob patted my back as his mom escorted me out. Once we were in her car, I expressed the greatest amount of gratitude.

“Of course, Mike! You’re like the Asian son I never had!” she exclaimed. I burst out laughing, then suddenly crying.

“...you okay, Mike?”

“I don’t know,” I sobbed as we pulled up the driveway. Rob was the lucky one who lived within walking distance of our high school. She gave me a funny look and got me out of the car.

Once inside, she let me settle down in Rob's unmade bed to heal up. His room was cluttered with magazines for bands and spontaneous books. "Yes, reading material," I thought.

"I actually have to go out for a bit, is that okay? I feel bad for leaving you here alone..." Sally began.

"Not at all. I'm probably gonna end up asleep anyways," I explained to her.

"I'll be back around one or so. I'll make you something to eat then, yeah?"

"Sounds great," I grinned. She departed, leaving me surprisingly awake. I couldn't fall asleep for the life of me, so I pulled Rob's laptop out from under some shirts to Google my symptoms.

"Hmm...let's see. 'Nausea, fatigue... mood swings'" I mumbled aloud to myself. Instant Google competed my search...and brought up several different pregnancy websites.

"No...no no no!" I screamed. That couldn't be correct. "NO!"

Thinking quickly, I remembered Rob talking about how his mom had a bunch of home pregnancy tests since she was trying for another with her boyfriend. ”I swear, my life is over if she gets knocked up with his kid!” I raced out of bed to search the bathroom, praying there'll be just one more.

With some luck, there was one. The instructions said to pee on the stick and wait five minutes. Simple, yet it seemed far too simple.

I did such, and let the stick sit on the counter of the Bourdon bathroom. My mind was racing, waiting for either the two lines to indicate pregnancy or the one to say I was just ill.

Males could be pregnant. That was a complete possibility, despite how rare it was. I’ve never known anyone personally, but I knew of more and more OB/GYN doctors being taught for males who happened to get pregnant. I was anxious as hell, making me vomit more nothing.

Five minutes passed by like five years. With sweaty palms and a closed throat, I leaned over the marble counter top to see the stick.

Two lines. There were two lines on that stick. I was pregnant.

I threw up again.

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