Author's Notes:

Hi there! For those of you that don't know me I'm Jess and I'm an avid Kill Bill fan. A couple of months ago my friend Mel and I decided to write a fan fiction together. Our first work together was Kill Bill the Prequel Volumes 1 and 2 which you can find in the fan fiction sections.

Anyway, on to the summary of this story, Kill Bill: Three Months. Why is this story called Three Months. Well, do you remember the quote from Bill, "I mourned you for three months and in the third month of mourning you, I track you down…" Well, Mel and I started thinking…what happened during those three months? How did Bill track down Beatrix? How did Bea meet Tommy? And eventually leading up to what happened at the Two Pines wedding chapel. This is basically what we think happened during those three months in between the volumes.

NOTE 1: Kill Bill: Three Months can be read as a separate story BUT it relates to the Kill Bill Prequel volumes we wrote. Meaning you may want to read the Prequel to get a feel for the way we write Q&U's characters and our basic writing style. If not, that's okay! And if you read the Prequels than just think of this as a continuation.

NOTE 2: This story is very much for those TRUE Kill Bill Fans. The story is very in depth and you really need to be willing to take in this story and really read it. It's long, but not as long as the Prequels.

Most of the information in this story is received from our own knowledge of the volumes and the original script. All of the characters from Kill Bill Volumes 1 and 2 belong to Q&U. Only non-player-characters belong to me and my friend. All of the story plots are our own ideas based on information or future events.

This fic was rated PG-13 for drug references, gore, and sexual content. Basically everything that gave Volumes 1 & 2 an R rating but a touch more low key.

We hope you enjoy our take on what happened after Beatrix left Bill when she found out she was pregnant and what happened in between that three month span. Mel and I have worked hard on this fic and we hope you enjoy it! Reviews are loved and greatly appreciated!

Well, now that we have almost everything settled you can proceed to the first chapter. Enjoy!

Jess & Mel

NOTE: To prevent chapter confusion and what not the first chapter is collaborated with the Author's Notes so keep on scrolling down for the first chapter! Enjoy.

The soft glow of morning began to slip through the cracks in the curtain of the small apartment. A contour of body was nestled beneath the confines of the covers in the bedroom and that body did not move. Even with the distinctive and obnoxious buzzing of a nearby alarm clock echoed throughout the area, the room was dead silent. This continued for another five minutes until the alarm clock was violently knocked to the floor and a loud muffled groan came from the covers.

Thus emerged Beatrix Kiddo. She pulled off the covers and traveled to the washroom at a groggy pace. An hour went by until she came out of the washroom. She was clad in a pair of tight fitting blue jeans, taut with a brown suede belt that was decorated with a Native American styling, and a black v-neck t-shirt. Locks of layered blonde hair were pulled up into a typically high pony tail with loose strands mingling with her bangs. To put into finer words she was gorgeous…..well, gorgeous on days she didn't feel like shit.

Her usually bright, hard assed, deadly facial features were sunken in with prominent bags under blue eyes and her skin was a clammy white. She never felt like shit and if she did she usually sucked it up, but today she didn't want to suck it up. Why the fuck did she feel like shit in the first place? Her first thought was to blame Bill and his choice for take out last night. She'd blame him for the next hour until she thought up another reason for her dilemma. She wanted to dive back under the covers and go to sleep but she couldn't, she had to go on assignment.

Her next assignment, Lisa Wong. This assignment was given to her by Bill. She was a killer who worked for Bill, killed for Bill, and she was his woman. Bill's precious Black Mamba - his little kiddo.

So, thus she sucked it up and went. The airport was deserted. No one took 4:30 AM flights to LA, which made it a hell of a lot easier to get on the plane without any problems, not that Beatrix packed that much to begin with. Although the plane was fuller than she expected, but not by much. There was a random group of business men on the plane, a family couple, one or two elderly couples, and about two singles, not including Bea. She took her assigned seat near the window and rummaged in her bag for that corn muffin she grabbed at the concession stand before boarding. Her stomach was doing back flips and she needed to calm it down quick. Dammit.

The flight continued to fill up a little more, was far from full. So, it seemed a little weird when a woman sat down right next to Beatrix, when there were than enough fully empty rows of seats.

This woman, middle aged, slightly overweight, large horn rimmed glasses, dark brown frizzled hair, obnoxious clothing and a purse the size of Texas, plopped right next to the tall blonde. She was one of those people who seemed to take up a lot of room and make a lot of noise no matter what she was doing.

She began rummaging through her purse, looking for who knows what. Finally, she found what she was looking for after a good two minutes of loud digging. Popping a few sticks of gum in her mouth, she began chewing furiously...her earrings and numerous bracelets clanging away.

She was also one of those people who felt the need to talk to strangers, without provocation. "Gum honey?" She offered Beatrix; sticking the gum packet nearly in her face. The woman's voice was nasal and heavily accented in the upper New York style. "You look like you could use some dear...all pale and willowy that you are..." As this was happening, the plane began taxiing in preparation for take off.

Beatrix slowly tilted her head to the woman beside her and then to the extended stick of gum. Her stomach rolled over and she shook her head fiercely. "No thank you," she muttered quietly. The plane was empty and yet Beatrix had to get stuck with one of those 'annoying but trying to be nice' people. She turned back to her muffin. The muffin was turning into crumbs in the tinfoil packaging from her pervious finger poking at it. The muffin was no less appealing than the gum. So, she not-so-neatly repackaged the item and stuffed it in her bag which she sat at her feet.

Her attention turned to stare at the window and from there she used the tactic of staring at one thing to help calm her stomach as the plane began to take off.

It took the woman sitting next to Beatrix, all of two minutes to get into a full blown conversation with her...well, more like...she was talking and Beatrix was pretending to listen.

", that's how I lost five hundred Paso's! Have you ever been to the Gulf of Mexico? Oh my's beautiful!" She patted Beatrix's forearm in excitement, " see my son in law, he's a lawyer...he and his wife, my daughter of course...they rent out a small getaway every summer...and they invited me this time...," she woman smacked away on her gum, "...and I have to tell you honey….it's all it's cracked up to be...and I tell ya, if I was twenty years younger..." She continued on and on like this as they took off and leveled out...mouth yapping, jewelry clanging, fingernails flailing in the air.

A few minutes after the seat belt sign had been turned off; a stewardess came by to take drink orders. She paused at Beatrix and the other woman's row.

"I'll have a V8," the loud woman spoke up before she was even asked what she wanted, "And two bags of people are far too stingy, if I-"

"What can I get you ma'am," the calm and professional stewardess cut the other woman off, addressing Beatrix, "Are you alright ma'am?" She added after a moment of looking at the pale blonde.

"No," Beatrix abruptly replied. In a matter of seconds like a snake springing from the grasses, she had unbuckled her seatbelt, sprung out of the chair, performed a rather surprising leap over the obnoxious woman blocking her path, moved past the stewardess, and shot down the aisle to the restroom.

Thank God, no one was using the facilities and Beatrix went in and locked the door. Inside the tall blonde did something she never thought she would. A foul taste began to form in her mouth and she vomited…on an air plane. Not a gondola, an air plane, an air plane that she had been on countless, millions of times in her life and she never ever got sick from flying. Never.

But she was sick, very sick and vomiting ones brains out in a small cramped porter-potty spoke volumes.

When the pretty blonde had suddenly bolted up the aisle towards the small restroom, both the stewardess and the annoying woman stared after her...along with a number of passengers.

It was pretty obvious now what the blonde had been pale about.

"Happens all the time," the woman who'd been sitting next to Beatrix blurted out, as if she somehow worked on the plane and was an expert at such things.

The stewardess glared at the woman and said nothing in return, looking somewhat concerned. She swiftly walked up the aisle and halted at the locked restroom door.

"Ma'am? Can we get you anything?" She said kindly but loud enough to be heard over the faint sounds of one being rather sick that were emitting from behind the door. There was little that could be done, but it was her job to make sure people were as comfortable as possible. People got sick on planes fairly often and she was reasonably well versed in the matter of sickness.

"Tell her to lie on her back!" She loud woman called up the aisle.

The stewardess glared. That was the most ridiculous thing she'd heard all morning. She turned back to the closed restroom door, feeling rather sorry for the young woman. Not only was she sick, but she was stuck sitting next to an obnoxious cow.

"I'm fine," Beatrix called over the loud swoosh of the toilet flushing. No, she wasn't fine; she was far, far from fine. She unsteadily rose to her feet and turned on the faucet, letting the water run, but instead of washing out her mouth, she slipped down to the cheap tiled flooring of the porter-potty, her back up against the wall, legs hugged tight to her chest, bent her head, and yelled. She didn't scream, she wanted to, but that'd draw more attention than she already had.

The deadliest woman in the world was crying on the floor of an airplane restroom. She was sick, not a flu-bug sick but something else. Beatrix had to put two and two together and when she had she broke down. It hadn't been the take out food from last night, she knew that now. She had a head ache yesterday, she had been lacking an appetite and occasional mood swings, she had been tired for the past few weeks, and she was way more then a month late on her cycle. Conclusion; she was pregnant.

She could still blame the take out because Bill ordered the take out, but then again she could still blame Bill…because Bill got her pregnant…Oh god, Bill…This time she yelled out with more anguish and further tears. Crying like a scared little girl wasn't going to help her situation but subconsciously it really was helping.

The stewardess moved away from the door with a flinch. It was hard to hear over the water, but the woman inside sounded...upset...then again, maybe it was just the water….but she'd swore she'd heard a cry of what almost could be called anguish. Most of the rest of the plane had gone back to sleeping, reading or zoning out. The annoying woman was still watching the stewardess, her large body twisted around to peer at the situation. Thankfully, she'd remained silent for a few seconds.

Leaning against the door once again, the kindly stewardess spoke up,

"Ma'am...," her voice was gentle, "'am? Can I get you anything? Do you need assistance?" All she could hear from behind the door was the running water and below that...a frightened silence.

Silence in this instance was a good thing because silence meant that Beatrix was calming down; if calm could be a fitting word. She had gotten off the floor and almost literally put her head under the faucet. Her head was tilted enough so the cool liquid glided over her clammy facial features and she took in a few sips to distinguish the foul taste on her tongue. Once through, she dabbed the water droplets with a paper towel and hung on to the sink for a few moments.

She couldn't step outside of the restroom without being relatively put together.

Beatrix suddenly stifled a laugh at herself. Okay, so she could be pregnant. She most likely was pregnant, and denying it was only going to make her throw up again, and she was having a shitty time swallowing the truth to begin with. But, she wasn't sure, she could not be pregnant, she could be jumping to conclusions and getting herself worked up over nothing. She had to pull herself together. She put on a hard façade that didn't do much for her still green and clammy appearance and stepped out of the restroom.

The stewardess looked at her with the utmost concern. Beatrix's lips parted as if she wanted to ask if they happened to carry home pregnancy tests on the airplane but instead she softly muttered, "Could I have a ginger ale, please?"

The stewardess offered Beatrix a gentle smile, "Yes, of course...I'll get one for you right away." She turned away to get the drink, but quickly turned back to the tall blonde, "Let me reseat you as well...more space might be good for you." In other words, getting her away from that obnoxious woman.

The stewardess sat Beatrix a few rows in front of her former seat and left to get her a ginger ale. When she passed by Beatrix's prior seat mate, she informed the woman that she had reseated the young lady because it was best she sit alone in her current state...which certainly held some truth to it. The larger woman, nodded congenially, "Oh yes, of course...poor thing needs some space...poor, poor thing..." She continued to mumble to herself in-between chomps of gum...apparently unable to completely cease talking.

A minute or two later, the stewardess set a cup of ginger ale, along with the halfway empty can on the tray in front of Beatrix. She gave the blonde a reassuring look, "If you need anything at all...just press that button," she indicated the large call button on the ceiling, next to the lighting and air flow controls. "Please, don't hesitate to use that." She smiled once more and then left Beatrix, moving onto her other many tasks.

Beatrix almost wished the stewardess hadn't left, because if she didn't leave, than Beatrix wouldn't have been left alone to think. She didn't want to think but there was no stopping a speeding train.

It's said that when one is faced with a life changing situation they go through phases. Beatrix was smack in the distressful and angst phase. Unfortunately this half consisted of a great deal of negative thoughts. What if she really was pregnant? That would fuck up everything and not literally, she'd already did that. She hadn't planned to get pregnant and deep down she didn't think she could. Well, she knew she could, but she didn't think Bill could. Ah, but that was stupid on her part, and negligent, but she had been fucking and during those fucks she wasn't exactly thinking she had to play it safe.

This then brought her back to Bill. She cared about Bill…she loved Bill…she fucked Bill and now there was a high probability she was carrying his baby. That mere thought alone scared the shit out of her. Bill wasn't a father. Bill was a murdering bastard.

The tall sickly distraught blonde hit her head hard against the back of the seat. She wasn't trying to knock herself out, but the impact numbed her head and she soon fell into an uneasy slumber.

A young woman wearing a blue apron and a nametag that read "Jaclyn", stood looking rather bored behind her check stand, chewing idly on her light pink painted fingernail. Her dark hair was pulled back in a sloppy pony tail, freckles standing out under the harsh florescent lighting. She'd been zoning out, staring at the black and white security camera by her register, but for all she knew...somebody could have stolen just about anything...she wasn't paying much attention.

That was until a tall, very pretty blonde woman came strolling in. Nobody came into the Quick E Mart at 7am and bought a pregnancy test, not even in L.A...until now that this.

Jaclyn gave the tall blonde a long look as she approached the counter with the rectangular box, her young face still set in an expression of teenage boredom. Although, she was pretty intrigued...she still wasn't about to go and be all fucking interested in some lady's knocked up ass.

She pulled herself up into a slightly less crouched position and pulled the pregnancy test over the scanner. She glanced at the register display, "That's 16.47 with tax," she droned, dull blue eyes focused on the blonde woman. "This is a good test," Jaclyn piped up suddenly as the woman was retrieving her cash, "My friend Marissa got knocked up by this real asshole gang banger dick...and she used this test...she was fucked alright….and this thing told her so..." She wasn't sure why she'd talked to the woman, she never talked to customers...she hated customers...they were all a bunch of stupid sheep. But, there was something about the blonde that made her want to share that bit of 'enlightening' information.

Beatrix put a crisp twenty on the counter and watched somewhat stoically as the young teenage cashier counted out the change. The tall blonde was feeling noticeably better after getting off the plane. She wasn't as pale or green or sickly looking but that didn't mean she still didn't feel like shit on the inside. Her emotions were running on full swing, but she wasn't a trained killer for nothing. She was able to pull off that stoic and calm assed façade the whole way to the Quick E Mart and she still had it.

Jaclyn seemed like a well mannered kid and Beatrix felt obliged to be pleasant, or at least those maternal instincts kicked in. She put on a forced tight smile and replied lightly, "I wasn't knocked up by one of those…" A spark went off in those void blue eyes. "But, thanks for the tip."

"Fuck," Beatrix profusely swore. Then those blue eyes slowly and methodically stared down at the strip clenched in her fingers. The blue strip. Blue meant pregnant. She was pregnant! And in that moment of sheer shock, all previous feelings of being distressed or even close to angst were gone. She was going to be a mother!

She was swept over with a feeling euphoria and she walked out of the bathroom clinging to her blue strip and the box as if it were the baby itself. She was pregnant. This was what she'd always wanted, and now realizing it, she held no regrets or doubts only pure bliss. She was going to have a little baby boy or girl. A baby that was half her own and half Bill's.

Beatrix stopped in the middle of the hotel room and gaped. This was Bill's baby too and he had the right to know. He had the right to be just as happy as she was. She dashed to the bed side table and picked up the receiver. She dialed quick and effectively, her heart pounding in anticipation. The phone rang….rang….rang a third time…a forth…fifth…The door bell rang? Her brows furrowed in sudden curiosity and minor caution. She hung up the phone and with her blue strip and home pregnancy box in hand she went to answer the door.

"Hello, can I help you?"

"Hello, I'm Karen Kim, I'm the hospitality manager of the hotel. I have a welcome gift from the management."

"Oh, that's nice…Um…" Dammit, she dropped her blue strip. "…Could you just leave it by the door…? ..."

Bill had been performing the same morning routine for nearly every morning for the past fifteen years or so. It only changed if he was traveling or there were more important or tantalizing reasons to skip it.

Now, whoever said routines were always good...?

This morning, his morning routine, and consequently the missing of Beatrix's phone call, would forever shape the remainder of his life...and in turn, shape the end of it. The events that would follow that morning were, like a line of toppling dominos, a series of fate driven consequences that had been set in motion the second that Bill had set his dark gaze on Beatrix over five years ago.

But that reality had not yet reached Bill.

Completely unaware that he was now the father of Beatrix's unborn child, Bill sat meditating in the middle of his Oriental courtyard. It was past sunrise, but he'd felt like sitting there longer than usual. The morning was clear and utterly still.

Cross legged and straight backed, wearing a black silk Mandarin collared shirt and loose black pants, bare footed, hair loosely falling past his shoulders, he sat unmoving. While, appearing quite stoic, if one who knew him well were to look at him, they'd know that Bill was a happy man. There was just the slightest upturn of his mouth, the softening of his normally hard features. This was Bill's new look...his recent look. He wasn't going to have this look for very much longer. It was about time he return to the scowl and glare that he knew and portrayed so well. Unknowingly, he was enjoying some of the last moments of that other, softer Bill...a side of him that would only be brought out again in him by his own child.

Inside his hacienda, a hundred feet away or so, sitting on the nightstand next to his bed, his cell phone rang five times. It didn't forward to his voicemail...that took six rings; it simply stopped ringing...or in the case of the receiving end, stopped playing that silly monotonic version of The Eagles "One of These Nights."

All Bill heard from his cross-legged vantage point out in the courtyard was the soft chirping of morning birds. His thoughts were equally as pleasant as the soundtrack around him. His mental wanderings drifted to Beatrix of course, amongst everything else. He reflected at length on the day before...that had been one hell of a day...a day to remember. But, he realized that any day he spent with Beatrix was a day to remember. It would seem he'd have quite sometime to remember those days in the years to come.

He thought briefly of skipping his work out and just going inside. But, he resisted the temptation, besides, it was remarkably nice outside. Standing up slowly, he made a slow walk around the courtyard to stretch his legs, bare feet padding on the cobblestone, hair blowing in the soft breeze. Then, setting himself up with enough room...Bill began the Tai Chi Chuan long form, Chen-style...his preferred style of the soft martial art form. When he did this, he tended to mentally melt away into an almost blank state...but, before he did, he had a few fleeting thoughts of Beatrix and the anticipation of seeing, his woman, his lover, that very evening.

She would no doubt have an interesting story or two to tell him.

"Congratulations." And that was that. In the midst of the hotel room, staring at the door with the hole blasted through it, was Beatrix. She finally snapped, letting the cool metal in her hands drop on to the bed, she made a mad crawling dash across the shaggy rug and retrieved her blue strip. She then moved to the back corner of the room and sat there in a fetal position.

That disheveled woman with the labored breathing was Beatrix Kiddo aka Black Mamba of the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad…or that is what she had been. Facing Karen Kim had been one of the most frightening experiences of her life because she hadn't been a killer, not in that moment, she was a mother scared for the safety of her unborn child. And if she remained Black Mamba, her child would always be in danger. She couldn't live like that. Her child didn't deserve to live like that.

She had to make a choice, right then, in that very hotel room, a choice that would change her life for better or for worse. It wasn't about Bill…or was it? Well, Bill had a lot to do with her daunting choice. If she went back home she'd have to face Bill, she'd have to tell him it was his. Minutes before she had no problem trying to get a hold of Bill and telling him the good news but now, after having a gun pointed at her head, her thoughts turned down a different road. If Bill knew he'd claim the baby and she didn't want that. Her baby deserved that clean slate that Beatrix longed for. A clean slate with no blood stains to speak of, and in order to gain that clean slate she had to drop out.

It wasn't about Bill anymore and it certainly wasn't about herself, it was about 'their' child and the right choice. She had to choose; Bill or the baby.

Beatrix chose the baby.

She wasn't running away, per say, well she was running away from Bill, that much was true. She was running away from one life, to pick up another that she was going to make work. So a good two hours later the mother-to-be packed up her small duffle bag, left the hotel and went home. It wasn't exactly her 'home' but it was home enough; El Paso, Texas.