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A Noelle fic.
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Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Rookie Blue.
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A/N: Well, I'm pretty sure that Noelle isn't going to be pregnant in the next episode. It sucks, but she would have definitely known after a minute or two, and since nothing was happening ...
Anyway, this fic is just a short one about her feelings while waiting for the 2nd line to come.
I hope you guys like this, I know I'll love writing it.
As always, please read and review, I live for feedback!
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She had locked herself in one of the bathroom stalls in the women's locker room at the 15th Division. The pregnancy test remained perched on the toilet paper dispenser, holding her entire world within it's ability to foresee the next nine months of her life.
She was hiding in the bathroom because she didn't want anyone else to know that she was taking the test. Not only because cops on the 'Mommy-track' suddenly found themselves getting desk duty and other lame assignments, but also because she didn't want to have to deal with their sympathetic looks if the test was negative.
She was so nervous, she would have started chewing her nails - if she'd had a chance to wash her hands, that was. Instead, she settled for tapping her foot repeatedly on the ground.
It seemed as though hours had passed. If not for the relative silence of the locker room, she might have been convinced of that fact. Pursing her lips together, Noelle finally hazarded a glance at the test, noticing that the singular line had not changed at all. Her body began to sag in disappointment when she heard Traci's voice calling out to her.
She picked up the pregnancy test in one hand, sliding out of the stall. Traci was waiting for her on one of the benches, and she followed suit. "How long is it supposed to take?" she asked her.
Traci shrugged with a small shake of her head. "I don't know."
Noelle wasn't entirely convinced of that, but she didn't have the strength to argue. "Nothing's happening," she commented, looking sadly at the test. She could feel Traci's eyes on her, and she almost opened her mouth to tell her not to pity her, not to feel sorry for her, but then Traci spoke again.
"We can wait a little longer," she told her, remaining in her seat beside her.
The words felt empty, but she didn't say so out loud. She was more grateful than she could say that Traci was being such a good friend to her. She didn't want to push her away ... not just then. What she needed right then was to just sit; sit and hope for the best. Maybe a miracle would happen, and that second line would finally show up.
"A little longer," she repeated softly, staring down at the small stick. She repeated the words over and over in her head, hoping that the damn stick would just show two lines.
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The end.
What did you guys think? Like it, hate it?
A lot sadder than I normally write, but I felt so bad for Noelle after that episode.
Reviews are appreciated, flame if you must, but constructive criticism is much more useful.
Until next time ...!