This fic is a tad on the spoilery side - but I think it's a fairly known spoiler :) I haven't abandoned my other fics (other than maybe Hush) but I tend to work best with a few on the go :D (or I think I do at least). I hope this is alright and I am grateful for readers & reviewers.

The title may seem a little bizarre but I couldn't decide between two so I combined them :)

"Talk to him" Mo didn't bother knocking on Jac Naylor's office door, nor did she bother with pleasantries. She wasn't feeling particularly enamoured by this situation but she just couldn't help herself in getting involved. If she was honest, it wasn't the red haired consultant that made her feel that way, in many ways she was indifferent to her senior but she cared deeply for Jonny and it was getting harder to deal with him being so depressed over the situation. Though he hid it well, but Mo could see through his act.

"Not now Mo" Jac sounded weary. Her voice small; and moving closer towards her, Mo couldn't help but notice the pallor of her skin was deathly pale and there was a light sheen of sweat on her forehead. If it had been anyone else Mo would have voiced her concern, but Jac wasn't the type of woman who would take kindly to that.

"You're both idiots; you know that right?" Mo stated, in a blunt manner with a slight roll of her eyes. Jac blinked a little in surprise. The fact that Jac hadn't flown at her surprised Mo a little, and made her worry that indeed something was wrong. Yesterday had been a difficult day for Jac, Mo knew that but she hadn't expected it to affect her quite this much.

"Leave me alone" Jac spoke the words slowly and carefully as if speaking to a small child. Mo rolled her eyes again. She knew that Jac was going to be difficult to crack but she'd hoped after yesterday they may have made some progress. Mo had thought she'd understood how hard it was for Jac to have her secret revealed and yet it seemed to have, had much more of a profound effect on her than affected.

"It's killing you both" Mo told her. She didn't really want to care about Jac, but for some reason Jonny loved her and this was destroying him. And Mo was beginning to see how much it was killing Jac as well, although she did a much better job of hiding it or maybe people just didn't notice it so much with her.

"and you care because?" There was something snarky in the way she said the words, but there was the slightest sigh at the end of her question. Mo gave Jac a small smile and raised an eyebrow.

"I care about Jonny" She answered, trying to keep her voice even. Jac gave her a slight nod of understanding. It made much more sense to her that Mo would be here for Jonny. Nobody ever really thought too much of Jac and her feelings, nor would they think that perhaps she had a version of events in all of this. No Jac was always to be the villain.

"Of course" Jac whispered and for a second Mo wondered if there was perhaps a tinge of hurt in her words but she chose not to pursue that train of thought. It was quite difficult to associate Jac with certain emotions; although Mo had come close to seeing her as much more human.

"For some reason, he loves you and this is killing him" Mo made some sort of sweeping movement and Jac rolled her eyes.

"He loves me? That's rich" Jac practically spat the words, forcing herself more upright in her chair. She pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear and placed her hands on her desk, trying to regain the control she'd be losing her grip on. "It certainly didn't seem that way before"

"You two had an argument; all couples do" Mo reasoned. In all honesty, she and Jonny had barely discussed the events leading up to the breakdown of the short lived relationship between the pair but she'd presumed it was just the pair of them being stubborn and pig-headed.

"Is that what he told you?" Jac tried to steady her breathing, but the memory of that shift was still painful and his words kept finding their way in to her consciousness. Especially now. Since the moment she'd hung up the phone, she'd heard Jonny's word echoing in her ear.

"Not in so many words" Mo admitted and she watched as Jac shook her slowly, the flicker of pain in her eyes.

"Then you have no right to judge" Jac answered quietly, trying to push the words back out of her head. She knew she'd have to talk to Jonny soon, but the idea of it made her feel sick. She wasn't one to admit fear, but this was something that absolutely terrified her. She didn't like feeling that she wasn't in control of her own life; and at that point in time her control was at an all-time low.

"Are you scared?" Mo asked, softly. She could understand that. Jonny, while still so much a child, was someone who had dreamed of a family for much of his life. He may have been immature but Mo knew that being a dad was something he secretly hoped for – and if Jac knew that too then the reality of her diagnosis could have weighed heavy in that argument. "Did you push him away because you were scared he'd walk away?"

"no" Jac whispered, a little frightened by the fact that Mo seemed to getting close to the truth. She didn't like it when people could see through her façade. Letting people get close to her, was not something that Jac was prepared to do. Especially someone like Mo.

"Then why would you sacrifice a chance at happiness?" Mo couldn't help but feel a little confused. Unless Jac was completely brainless, it was obvious how much Jonny loved her and was committed to a future with her, so to throw that away didn't make any sense.

"What he said to me" Jac whispered the words before she could prevent them.

"I don't understand" Mo responded. And Jac sighed, she didn't want to talk, not know but she couldn't see Mo leaving without some sort of explanation and even worse Jac was near enough certain that Mo would see through any lies she told.

"We both said stupid things – and normally it would have rolled off my back" Jac whispered, closing her eyes for a second and allowing her mind to travel back to that moment. She could see the two of them standing there so clearly. It was stupid, how quickly things had changed between them and turned sour.

"My diagnosis was just made official and he spoke of what a terrible mother I would be and how" she took in a deep shaking breath, a sick feeling settling over her and she closed her eyes for a second "and how any child I had would have a chance of being the antichrist because I am it's mother" she felt a lone tear slip down at cheek at the idea of it. Mo recoiled a slightly.

"I doubt he meant it" Mo spoke quietly, wondering what must have been going through Jonny's head at that moment, the actions that must have preceded those words. She'd seen the end result of the argument, how he'd walked away.

"He still said it" Jac sighed a little, "and I slapped him" she hadn't admitted that before, that she'd hit him. It had been a reflex action. Something that had happened so quickly, she hadn't been able to stop it.

"You two make quite a pair" Mo shook her head a little. The pair of them, Jac and Jonny, were obviously the type who would struggle to live with each and yet were destroying themselves while apart.

"But we're not a pair are we?" Jac answered, slowly. It seemed unlikely that they would ever be a couple again and yet so much was changing that they'd be tied together for a lifetime.

"not now but" Mo paused, wasn't it just a few hours ago that Jonny had told her that he had no intention of ever getting back together with the consultant but Mo had seen it in his eyes that he was lying, that he was hurt. But given the water under the bridge, the thing she hadn't known, it now seemed all the more likely that he was right. Jac grimaced, her body tensing. She swallowed hard.

"Not ever Mo" Jac whispered, feeling a hint of sadness at the idea. Too much had happened between them, that it seemed impossible they'd be able to work through it to become even something resembling a normal couple. Especially not with their little added complication. Jac grimaced again, one arm snaking around her body, the other reaching for the water bottle that stood on her desk.

"You ok?" Mo questioned softly, a hint of concern in her words. Jac closed her eyes as she drank from her water bottle, trying desperately to push away the feelings of nausea that had settled upon her. "Do you need your painkillers?" Jac placed the bottle back down on her desk and shook her head.

"It's not that" Jac stated quietly, hoping her stomach would settle a little. Mo raised an eyebrow.

"Then what?" she asked, suddenly interested. Jac gulped trying to swallow the bile that had risen in her throat. She was sure all of this was just in her mind, her heads way of convincing her this was real; because right now it still seemed pretty unbelievable. "If you're not fit to be here, Jac" Mo added. Jac frowned, the last thing she wanted was to be sent home, with only her thoughts and nothing to distract her from them.

"I'm pregnant" she whispered, stating the words for the first time. They felt alien on her tongue.. Two words she thought she'd never string together. Two words made up of 10 little letters, which scared her so deeply. 10 tiny little letters which had the power to change her life; to change both of their lives.