AN: So this is roughly eight or nine months after The Only Promise That Remains. Silly premise, I know. But I hope ya like it none the less. There will be a much, much longer second part, but I just wanted to set the scene with this one. I have one more planned in this series and it might be the last one I write. So, hope ya enjoy. Thanks!

The three men looked down in absolute shock. Directly before them was a sight so terrifying, it pierced them to their cores, rendering them mute. The entire space was devoid of all possible sound as each one attempted to process the implications of what had just been discovered.

Swallowing the massive lump that had developed in his throat, Mickey was the first to break the terse silence.

"May-…maybe it's Harriet's…"

John's eyes immediately darted over to bore into his friend. "You're an idiot," he uttered matter-of-factly.

"Wha'?" Mickey protested.

"'Maybe it's Harriet's'?" Jack sneered. "Seriously? That's what you're goin' with?"

"I dunno! My brain feels like it's been put in a blender. It can't process any other possibility!" Mickey said, scrubbing his face. "I'm not ready for this…"

"You're not ready for this?!" John retorted. "You already have a kid."

"Exactly! I already have a kid! Ben's barely a year old… how am I s'posed to handle two right now? And on top of that, Tony's with us half the time. So basically, three kids," Mickey countered, now bordering on hysteria.

"What about me and Rose? We have Tony the other half of the time, and now we might be hav-…I mean, we haven't even been married a year!"

"Calm down, guys," Jack piped up, sounding surprisingly calm. "We don't even know if it came back positive. Did ya find the stick thingy?" he asked, turning to Mickey.

"Yeah…I just decided to hide it so we can needlessly stroke out. Makes it soo much more fun, don't ya think?"

"Is it really necessary for you to be a complete wanker at this moment?" John snapped. "A simple 'No, I didn't' would have worked."

"Fine… No, I didn't find the bloody stick! I accidently knocked over the stupid bin and the box tumbled out. I looked for it…believe me, I looked. Didn't find anythin'."

All three men looked back at the small box residing on the vanity, collectively sighing as they did so.

"So…," Jack sighed again, wiping his face with his hand, "Not only do we not know if it was positive, but we also have no clue who it belongs to."

There was another momentary silence before Mickey spoke up. "Are we sure we want to rule out H-…"

"Mickey, I swear to God, if you suggest my aunt again, that stick won't be the only thing missing," John growled, his eyes darkening as irritation and panic swirled through him.

Rubbing the top of his head vigorously, Mickey muttered something under his breath, tossing a heated glance back at John. The tension within the confines of the loo was mounting. While John and Mickey were more vocal with their panic, Jack was uncharacteristically quiet, and John could tell that his brother-in-law was simmering below the surface. Jack's silence was merely the calm before the inevitable eruption of emotion. Honestly, it wasn't much better than John and Mickey's reactions.

"Alright…we need a plan," Jack said decidedly, looking between the two men. "We gotta find out who this thing belongs to," he finished, gesturing to the terrifying object still glaring at them from the vanity.

John ruffled his hair. "And how are we supposed to do that, Jack? Hmm? We're on a bloody holiday with the entire family! You really want to go interrogating three women, one of whom might be pregnant, and if it's Donna, violently hormonal?"

"We're not gonna interrogate anyone. I don't have a death wish."

"Then what are ya sayin', mate?" Mickey asked, folding his arms. "'Cause right now, I got nothin'. And I'm with John…I'm not gonna get my head knocked off because I accused one of 'em of being pregnant."

"Both of you are being idiots," Jack chided with an eye roll. "Use your brains. Yes, we're on holiday, which means that everyone is comin' and goin'. That gives us plenty of time to scope out the house for the stupid stick."

"That's a stupid plan, Jack," John scoffed irritably. "There's bound to be one of them 'round the house. What if we get caught? How are we supposed to talk ourselves outta that one?"

"Yeah," Mickey agreed. "'Specially John? He has a hard enough time controlling his bleedin' gob under normal circumstances. If he gets caught, God knows what'll say."

"Oh shut it, Mickey. I'm more than capable of holding it together. Don't be an idiot," John spat.

Mickey took a step forward towards John. "Call me an idiot one more time. I dare ya."

"Hey, you two—knock it off!" Jack said firmly, putting his hands up between them. "Both of you are acting ridiculous, and gettin' worked up over a 'what if.' So instead of us fighting, how 'bout we act like adults?"

Both men nodded sheepishly.

"Sorry, Mick."

"Me, too."

"Aww…that's adorable," Jack smirked.

"Shut it," both replied simultaneously.

Jack chuckled, relieved that the tension between them was alleviated. Clapping his hands, he sighed before grinning at them.

"Alright… Let's go snoop through our wives' stuff."