A/N: Blame listening to'Switchfoot' while mowing the lawn, evil plot bunnies, and 'BiteMeTechie' for the idea for this story. I won't tell you who POV it is, make you guess. (evil laugh). Don't own anything related to 'SGA'. Review if you must.
It's pink. Does that mean yes or no? Picking up the box, I read the directions. Seeing what pink means, my eyes go wide. This is can not be happening to me. Feeling like my legs are going to give out any second, I sit down on the edge of the tub. My hand's shaking so much that I loose my grip on it and the test falls to the floor with a clatter. I just sit there for God knows how long, trying to get my brain to accept the results. When my heart stops racing and I don't feel like I'm gonna hurl anymore, I slowly stand. I pick up the box and test and just stand there for a minute; not knowing what to do with them. Can't throw it in the trash, someone'll see it and then there'll be some pretty awkward questions raised that I don't have the answers to. I end up dumping it in the trash anyways; I'll just blow up the packaging. As I exit and start walking around my room. Can't seem to stand still. Looking out my window I think, "It's wrong…yea that's it…the test is wrong. I'll just have Carson give me one and then I'll know the truth."