Rating: some sex, some violence, no profanity.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never were. Not ever going to be.
When Fred was sucked to Pylea, at first it was a relief. She wouldn't have to drop out of school, wouldn't have to tell her parents that they were going to be grandparents, wouldn't have to tell Professor Seidel that he was going to have to marry her. After a while, and the baby-that-wasn't was gone, she forgot everything because it was easier, necessary. She couldn't remember Earth while she was in Pylea, she had to survive.
When Fred first came to UCLA, the weather was so nice, cool and clear and crisp. The people weren't very friendly, but they were very pretty. And most of the people at UCLA were pretty smart, too. Not as smart as her, but smart enough. The conversations in the dorms were fanscinating, about life and reality and desire and the future. The conversations in class were even more exiting, and Fred learned about causality and correlation in power-struggles and guild interactions in medieval Europe and textual interpretations of the German monastic copies of St. Augustine and all the reasons why America happened.
When Fred first took Professor Seidel's class on cosmology and the big bang, she discovered something even more intersting than conversations about morality or the nature of reality or books in foreign languages. Fred discovered the entire universe, and it made sense. Professor Seidel would only have to explain things once, and while all the other students would look confused, Fred would understand, and ask questions, and Professor Seidel would look at her with a smile and an encouraging glint in his eyes. Later, the glint turned into an invitation, and Fred was too flustered to turn it down [down his invitation to coffee after class].
When it happened a second time, Fred was too engaged in their conversation about the weight of neutrinos and the dark matter problem to care that Professor Seidel's hand rested on her arm a bit too long, that his gaze fell on her neck above the edge of her v-neck shirt, that his foot brushed hers too often to be accidental. The third time they went for a coffee that bled into dinner, Fred realized that Professor Seidel not only thought she was smart, which she knew she was, but that she was beautiful, which she knew she wasn't. The fourth time they ended up in bed.
When Fred woke up the next morning, alone in her twin bed in her room after Professor Seidel gently kicked her out after a nice, if unenlightening, encounter, she knew that this wouldn't be a one-time-only thing. And it wasn't. It happened again, and again, and again, and Fred began to think that maybe this was going last, that it wasn't just Professor Seidel playing with a poor little girl. Maybe he did like her.
When, after four months of casual encounters and conversations about physics and coffee nearly everyday, Fred realized she had missed her period, she went a little crazy. She skipped all her classes that day, and when Professor Seidel noticed and called her, she lied to him. She worried constantly, and at the same time tried to ignore the problem, imagining that maybe tomorrow [things would change], and when it didn't happen tomorrow, thought maybe [it would happen] the next day. A month later, she was forced to accept that yes, she was pregnant. And no, Professor Seidel probably wouldn't be very happy about it.
So when Fred was sent to Pylea, she was relieved, at first. Until she realized what was really happening, she had a good 15 minutes in which to relax, and imagine the life that she was carrying growing inside of her, and then growing out in the real world. And then things went really wrong, and when she realized that the baby was gone, it had happened so long before, and in another world, that she didn't really care anymore.
And when Cordelia announced she was pregnant, and she was special, and the baby was special, and then pretentiously claimed, "none of you have ever had a living being growing inside you," Fred wanted to scream.