This is a fix it fic for the season five finale and continued speculation for what we might see next year. Please not there are multiple season five spoilers in this fic. So read at your own risk. I own nothing all rights reserved. Please enjoy and feel free to comment, happy reading!
Vic was frozen as she starred at the ultrasound, she knew that Walt was either going to hear it from her, or find out some other way. She refused to allow the possibility that he might hear about the baby from someone else. She took a deep breath and stood up, but as she was turning she heard Walt's door open up behind her. She quickly hid the ultrasound and sat back down trying to gain her composure. Walt's footsteps fell heavy on the floor as he approached. Vic's heart was pounding furiously and she did her best to hide it.
"Hey Vic I umm," he sounded nervous," I wanted to share a drink with you … it is just something I had," He rubbed his jaw and continued, "What do you say?" Her stomach dropped and she struggled to respond, but with all the strength she could muster she stood and faced him.
"I appreciate the offer but I can't" His eyes grew heavy with questioning and she was sure that it wouldn't be long before he knew why alcohol was off limits.
"We're off duty it is no big deal, besides I am your boss and I say you can have a drink with me." He smiled and began twisting off the lid before she could even get a word in. Vic reached up and grabbed his hand, his eyes shot up, his stare riddled with concern.
"Please stop" She asserted, "I need to talk to you about something important and I need you to listen" Their eyes were deadlocked at this point and the air was thick with tension. Walt nodded and set the bottle down on Ferguson's desk then he gave Vic his undivided attention.
"Okay, what is it?" He was intently focused on her and he stood very still as he waited for her response.
"Uhhh, I have some news and I am sorry I didn't tell you sooner but I couldn't, I knew it wouldn't make any of this easier. I hate that you're going through all of this and I want you to know I am not going anywhere, just promise me you won't hate me for what I am about to tell you." Her eyes fell as she struggled to fight back tears, halfway there … just three more words and he would know, 'Walt, I'm pregnant.' Her mouth was dry and her throat was scratchy, she glanced up to see his perplexed look of fear and anticipation. His eyes burrowed into her calm demeanor and he moved closer, causing her to step backward, bumping her desk.
"Vic what is it, are you alright, you aren't sick or in trouble are you?" He sincerely held her gaze wanting to know exactly what was wrong, he was concerned. She shook her head and responded quietly.
"Walt … I'm pregnant," there was an unbearable silence that seemed to last for hours, and he didn't move from his spot. She quickly turned around and grabbed the ultrasound holding it up for him to see.
"Oh," Walt's eyes softened as he intently looked at the picture and then back at her, "well how are you and the baby, nothing's wrong with you or the baby right … everything is fine?" Vic couldn't believe his response and she felt hot tears begin to spill from her eyes. Out of all of the ways he could have reacted he was concerned? He shifted his weight and grabbed her arm pulling her in close to him. "Shhh, it's okay, it's going to be fine Vic, and you're not alone. I am not going to let you face this by yourself." Here body trembled against him and he tightened his hold burying his face into her neck. She cried, boy did she cry, and he simply held her. When she finally pulled back Walt just looked at her, her eyes red and her hair a mess, he loved her … and he was going to make sure she knew it.
"It's Eamonn's baby Walt, I found out how far along I was and it couldn't be anyone else's." Her face flushed hot with shame, she was despicable, sleeping around like she did; and now look at the consequences. She was not at all prepared to be a mom, and the poor baby would have to deal with her for the rest of its life. Walt shook his head and let her arms go before stepping back and putting his hands on his hips. She set the ultra sound back on her desk and looked back at Walt whose face was lined with worry.
"He needs to know," Walt spoke with a stern tone, "Eamonn is a good man, he will take care of you and this baby … but you have got to give him the chance." Vic knew Walt was right but she had already messed up so many lives, and she didn't want Eamonn suffering because she was so impulsive. The terrible thing about it was, she cared about Eamonn but she didn't love him, she loved Walt and that made the whole situations almost unbearable.
"Listen, I know that I haven't exactly been forthcoming about my condition and you should have known sooner, but I can't go messing with people's lives because it is convenient … me and this baby will be fine." She searched Walt's gaze and she saw the fear, he didn't want her alone in this, and if he had to he would tell Eamonn without her permission, she knew that.
"You know you don't have to pretend to be perfect or bulletproof, I know you don't want to affect anyone's life in this way, but you didn't make that baby on your own Vic," Walt gestured to her stomach and then rubbed his jawline, "so don't try and do this on your own." Vic heard his words and they hit her hard as she tried to fight back.
"I am scared," Her eyes burned with the threat of fresh tears, "I am not mom material and I'm pretty sure I have never even changed a diaper before." Walt responded by drawing her face to his and kissing her on the forehead, he paused for a few seconds reassuring her that he cared and she sensed it, but she didn't respond like he had hoped. Vic pushed him away with her hands on his chest and shook her head before speaking.
"I need you to keep your distance, I am no good for you … anyone and everyone I love ends up damaged because of my actions, I don't want you getting hurt Walt." He was shocked, all this time he had pushed her away and held her at arm's length but now their roles were flipped, and it was terrible. Walt refused to let her go that easy and he quickly fought back.
"Not a chance Vic, I don't want you caught up in my wars, but I won't leave you alone in the middle of this. I really care about you and I refuse to let you face this by yourself." He starred her down with such an intense glare, it made her heart pound heavily in her chest. "You can't just shut me out Vic, that isn't fair." She had to make him understand, this was her mess not his, her war and no one else's.
"Walt if you really care just do as I ask, besides we don't want more rumors spreading about the details of our relationship, it would be a disaster if people thought I was pregnant with your child. Could you imagine the outcome if Donna were to hear twisted lies about you and me?" Vic's question hung in the air and Walt's brow furrowed at the bold inquiry.
"I hardly think Donna would hear anything remotely resembling such an accusation, let alone believe it. I also don't think she would care a great deal seeing as her and I aren't dating anymore." Vic wasn't sure if she heard him right, but it sounded like he said Donna and him had broken it off. She looked into his eyes searching for the slightest hint that he wasn't being entirely honest, but he held her stare.
"You and Donna aren't together anymore," She swallowed hard, "it was because of all the lies they wrote about you and I, and the kiss …. I ruined things for you because I couldn't control myself." Vic violently sucked in a deep breath as she did her best to calm down. Walt noticed her self-loathing and he refused to let it persist so he stepped forward and pulled her chin up with his callused hand.
"You didn't cause the break up Vic, we just realized that we weren't compatible and I was not being honest with her. She could sense that my heart wasn't in our relationship because," Walt paused and took a deep breath, "my heart is right here." Walt looked into Vic's eyes and soaked in the reaction, "My heart is with you Vic, I am sorry it took me so long to say so, I guess I am just a stubborn man." Wide eyed and surprised at his words, Vic simply stepped back and shook her head.
"I am no good for you Walt, you can't love me, you deserve better than me, I am pregnant and this isn't your burden." She slid past him and grabbed her coat from the rack by the door, but just as quickly as she could reach for the handle he stepped in front of her blocking her way. Her face contorted in irritation and she took an assertive step forward, "move Walt!" Her face grew hot with frustration at his insistent behavior.
"I am not asking you to say your vows Vic, I am just telling you I love you and I care enough to stand beside you through this, just like you said you would for me." His words stuck to her like honey, but they didn't taste very sweet. This couldn't be happening, she finally had a chance to be with him, the man she had come to know, admire, and love over the years; and she was pregnant with another man's baby.
"I love you too Walt, but I need some time, and I need you to give me that okay?" She brought her eyes up to meet his gaze, he was lightly nodding but it was clear that he wasn't okay with her terms. Still, he reached down and grabbed the door knob to let her out.
"You're free to go but don't hesitate to ask me for whatever you need, I'll come running." He held her stare as she moved past him and into the lobby, he didn't want to let her walk out, but he knew he couldn't keep her there. "Goodnight Vic," He smiled as she turned to leave, "thank you for telling me, I know that couldn't have been easy." She paused at the top of the stairway and took in his words … he had no idea.
"You're welcome Walt, goodnight," She continued down the stairs and out of the building into the cool night air, she was just glad she finally told him, and what a relief it was. She slowly made her way across the empty street to her truck then she reached in her jacket for the keys. Her hand came back out empty and she inhaled sharply, they were upstairs on her desk. "You have got to be joking," she mumbled under her breath, she turned and just about peed her pants at the sight of Walt walking across the street.
"Hey, sorry if I scared you, you left your keys on your desk and you can't get home without em." He made it to her and His eyes followed his hand as he passed them off. "You drive safe and please call the office when you make it, I'll be here for a while tonight." Walt smiled and took a deep breath as he rubbed his jaw, "well, I'll talk to you when you make it home, goodnight Vic." He nodded, turned and walked slowly across the road, soon disappearing into the Sheriff's office.
'Night Walt,' she didn't want to face him anymore tonight, it just made it more difficult but he wasn't going to let her off that easy, and she knew it.