One Bad Day

Willpower

Harley's POV

I was awakened by the side of my bed slightly sinking. I opened my eyes to see Mistah J sitting there looking at me intently. Eyes were wide and his not existent brows set in a flat plane. He says nothing when he sees that I'm awake. He just continues to look at me with an expression that I wasn't used to seeing from him. He wasn't angry, but he wasn't happy either. He looked...curious.

"Mistah J? Is everything ok?" I ask sitting up a bit.

He just nods and let's his eyes focus on his hands. I could see a few pages of paper in his pale hands. "I was just..." he paused for a moment, his eyes briefly scanning the top page. "I was just bringing you what you requested." He sat the pages on the table by my bed.

Glancing out the window I try to judge what time it was. The dark circles around Mistah J's eyes were a tell tale sign that he hasn't been to sleep yet. I'm guessing that he kept Ivy up all night as well. I run my hand through his electric green hair. "You've been up all night."

"Yes," he sighs. His eyes shut a brief second. "Ivy required several blood samples from me. I got tired of being poked with needles so I let her take a nap in the guest room." His hand rests gently on my leg.

"Don't you think you should try to get a nap too?" I ask running my thumbs down his neck.

I can hear him draw in a breath. His eyes shut again and his lips part for a moment. He lowers his head slightly, giving me a menacing smile, "I'm not so tired," he almost moans. "I would love nothing more than to bend you over this bed and have my twisted way with you," he growls and his hand slides up and grasps my thigh.

I lean in and brush my lips across his. His brows furrowed more and he looked at me like a broken man. He leans into me and kisses me back. His arms hold me close to him. My clothes are clenched in his fists. After a moment he pulls away looking me in the eyes with that same confused and broken look in his eyes. "I want you...so...much," he almost says in wonder.

"Yeah? Is that what you want Mistah J?" I ask in a sultry voice and roll over onto my stomach. I make sure my butt is prominently in the air. I bat my eyes at him over my shoulder.

He's snarling now, his metal teeth clamped together, "Now's really not a good time to be teasing me Harls," he says in a low warning tone.

"Who's teasing?" I giggle. I roll back over and attempt to stroke his cheek. Instead he grabs my wrist forcably, preventing me from doing it.

"It's not safe," he hisses and looks at himself holding my wrist. He quickly let's me go and shifts his position on the side of the bed to face away from me.

"Not safe? It was perfectly safe the night you and I..."

"Just because nothing out of placed happened, it doesn't mean that it won't. I'm trying very hard to do what's right Harley. Just stop making it harder for me."

I shrink away feeling heartbroken. Mistah J glances at me over his shoulder and sees me crying. He looked suddenly quite concerned.

"Harley, why are you crying?" He asks and seems genuinely interested in my answer.

"I just want you Mistah J. Everything is always on hold... I...it just makes me feel unwanted sometimes." I dab away my tears.

"Harley... you're breathing, you're in my house... I want you, ok? I can't show you that right now, no matter how much I might want to. I can't risk losing control with you. I could hurt you... and... I'm trying really hard Harls. I happen to be going through several things at once. I'm to be a father...that is causing very conflicting feelings in my head and I don't really know how to process them. They're new and...scary. I'm trying not to harm you in any way. But I want to..." He stares up at the ceiling and closes his eyes. I see his fists clench, "RAVAGE you... and I can't until I can trust myself to do so. So you see, I really haven't the will power to fight against your advances. So pretty pretty pretty please...stop with the seduction," he sighs. "When I can touch you, safely, I will. You can count on it," he growls. He quickly risrs to his feet and paces erratically. "I need you to get dressed and come to the lab. I need samples of your blood."

"For what Mistah J?" I ask.

He walks for the door. "Just get dressed and meet me in my lab," he says walking out, closing the door quietly behind him.

I get up and get dressed. My stomach starts to churn so I rush to the bathroom. I drop to my knees before the toilet and start to wretch. Morning sickness, great. I soon feel a bit better and brush my teeth. I leave my room and walk down a long hallway to Mistah J's lab. When I walk in he's doing something with a glass tube. His eyes meet with mine.

"Have a seat," he motions to the chair. I sit down and he comes over to me with a tournaquet and a syringe. He kneans next to me on his knees and ties the tournaquet around my arm. He brings the syringe up and I suddenly remember all the times I've seen Mistah J with a needle. Shooting various drugs into himself, some for health reasons, some to manage pain, some just for fun. It gives me chills for some reason. He looks up at me seeing the goosebumps all over my arm.

"I hate needles," I say turning my head to look away.

"I promise I'm not gonna hurt'cha Harls," he says, "on three ok? One. Two. Three," he says and I feel the quick stick in my arm. "Ok," he says and I realize he's already removed the needle and is transferring it to a tube with anticoagulant.

"What's the test for Mistah J?" I can't help but ask.

He sighs and puts the tube in a holder. He then turns and rests his weight on a countertop. "Harley, the drug that made us, PH760-9, it's still in us. I assume that it always will be. You don't have as high of a concentration of it in you. Not to the point of toxicity anyway, not like my blood."

"What do you mean by like your blood?"

"My blood...well my blood is a little acidic and a little poison. That's why I normally treat my own wounds when I can. When I can't...it gets...anyway. I wish to run some tests on your blood to maybe find out if the baby is at any sort of risk from the PH760-9." He looks at me.

My lips part. Was there a risk to our baby? "Risk?" I squeak.

"Yes," he looks away from me. "Look Harls, just chock it up to me being an overly worried father to be. I'm sure it'll be nothing. Try not to worry so much right now. When it's time for you to worry, I'll tell you to worry. Got it?"

I just nod.

Mistah J gives me a warm smile, "Look at the romantic side if it, we're in each other's blood baby. HaHaHa!"