A/N: So I am soooo terrible I have complete writers block for my other two stories, but this thing has been rattling around in my brain for far too long. It will be a shorty. I am still planning on finishing the others, maybe writing this will quick start my mojo again :/

FYI I have done no research on this topic. I do not know if this ever happens. I am just making it up as I go along.

I don't own any of it ;)

EPOV

I feel a buzzing coming from my pocket waking me up out of the daze I have been lulled into by the most boring meeting in the history of the world. We are apparently changing our billing forms and procedures. Which doesn't effect me directly because it is my personal assistant who is in charge of filing the billing stuff anyways. Why my fellow partners thought everyone need to attend today is beyond me. The phone call is actually a welcomed distraction as I am able to excuse myself to take the call in the hallway.

I glance at the unknown number with a Baton Rouge area code and figure what the hell, it can't be any worse than the meeting right.

"Northman" I issue my standard greeting.

"Mr Northman? Mr Eric Northman?" comes a woman's voice on the line. She sounds way too professional, so I know it is no one I know.

"Speaking."

"Hi Mr Northman, my name is Paula White, I am calling from the Baton Rouge fertility clinic..."

"Sorry I don't give donations over the phone." I hit end call on my cell phone. I can't stand telemarketers and won't give them a second more than I have to. It is strange that a fertility clinic would be doing any telemarketing but whatever. I start to chuckle thinking of the inadvertent double entendre I had just used involving donations to a fertility clinic.

While checking my email (trying to delay going back into the meeting at all costs) my phone starts buzzing again with the same number. Against my better judgement I hit answer.

"Look it's not that I don't admire your persistence, but I really don't give money over the phone to anyone, for any reason." I state flatly before the person on the other line can get going on their pitch.

"Mr Northman, I can assure you we are in no way shape or form asking for money from you. I am calling about a transaction you made with us about twelve years ago." Oh shit I had completely forgotten about that little act of stupidity on my part, and it looked like I was about to pay for that mistake now.

"What could you possible be contacting me for now?" My mind is reeling over the possible implications of this call.

"Mr Northman the mother of the child in question has asked to be put in touch with you..."

"Fuck that." I interrupt her but really what the fuck. It was a sperm bank donation there wasn't supposed to be any future contact. I bet that the dad either left or died and this mom is looking for someone to be her new sugar daddy, why not try and hit up the bio dad of your test tube baby. I am a lawyer I see this shit all of the time, everybody trying to find a way to get their hooks into someone that will pay their way for them without them doing a goddamn thing to deserve it. "I will not be paying a cent to that woman. This was supposed to be a anonymous transaction. If you assist this woman at all I will sue the clinic for every thing they have." I have to stand firm on this.

"The mother is not looking for compensation..."

"Then why the fuck is she trying to contact me." I interrupt again.

"Mr Northman if you would allow me to finish you would know." She sounds exacerbated with me.

"Fine please continue." I say mockingly. The sooner I can figure out their angle the sooner I can shut it down.

"Your sample was used 8 years ago resulted in a successful impregnation and birth."

"Bully for them, what does this have to do with me?"

"Three months ago the child that was a result of this pregnancy was diagnosed with leukemia..."

"Well that's not my fault, no one in my family has had leukemia. Are they trying to get money for their hospital bills?" I am thrown for a loop as to the nature of this call. I never even truly considered that a kid could have resulted from that shit (deep denial I know) and now this kid that has my DNA is sick. The defensive shit that is coming out of my mouth is not at all what I want to say. I want to ask if the kid is going to be alright, but I just can't form the words. God I am such an asshole.

"No one is trying to assign blame here. The hospital bills are all taken care of by the family. The child's doctors think a bone marrow transplant is the best course of action, but there have been no matches in the registry or from the known blood relatives. The family is hoping that you would be willing to be tested to see if you are a match. You indicated on your paperwork from the time of your donation that you were willing to be contacted in case of a medical emergency such as this one. We have not released your personal information to the family and won't unless it is your desire to help. Even then we need not release your information, we can act as a middleman to set up your appointments to see if your are a match, and even for the extraction of the marrow."

A match, I could be a match because the kid has my DNA. This is too much I need to get off this phone and go freak out in the privacy of my own office, in this hallway I am too exposed.

"I'll...I'll call you back when I decide." I stutter and once more end the call abruptly.

SPOV

I am so angry right now I swear I could spit fire. My beautiful, perfect, sweet, baby boy is sick and might die, and these assholes are giving me the run around. I have been trying to get them to contact the biological father for a month and a half now, and every time they put me off with so called regulation and rights of anonymity. Like I give a fuck about that when my baby could die. Finally I got the paperwork from the doctor to the lawyer and he did his paperwork stating that it is unlawful from them to refuse to contact the biological father if the father had indicated that he would be willing to be contacted in situations such as these. I think they just hoped I would go away. But that would be like giving up on my baby, something I will NEVER do.

Finally Ms White makes her way back out to me. She hadn't let me sit in while she was contacting the bio dad, so I had been nervously twiddling my thumbs out in the waiting room. I had taken the whole day off to come to Baton Rouge knowing if I had tried to call them with this I would just be given the run around again.

"So?" I looked up at her hopefully.

She shifted her eyes to the other people in the waiting room, obviously she did not want to do this out here. Not that I blame her I had been pretty hostile to her earlier, but I had to be in order to get her to do what she should have done more than a month ago.

"Ms Stackhouse, why don't you follow me to my office." She said in the same condescending tone she had been using with me for the last month and a half. It made me just want to punch her in the face.

Once we were settled in her office I stared at her, hoping she would tell me he agreed

to get tested and that everything was going to be alright from here on out. I knew she couldn't promise me that, even if he agreed to get tested there was no guarantee that he would be a match, or that a match would be a cure. But all I desperately wanted was for Aidan to be well, and in my mind it all seemed to hinge on his bio dad getting tested.

"He hasn't agreed to get tested." She stated flatly as if she wasn't tearing my world apart with that one little sentence. All the anger I had for the whole situation came bubbling to the surface at this cunt in front of me and her nonchalance.

"Because I am sure that you tried so hard to convince him." I snarked at her.

"Ms Stackhouse I am not the bad guy here. I am sorry for what your family is going through but it is not my fault."

"Only you don't seem to care, and then you talk to this guy behind closed doors and he refuses to help. Even though most people would do this kind of thing for a stranger if they knew there was a need, and this guy won't even do it for his son. I find that highly suspect."

"He didn't say no," she starts, "just that he would get back to us when he decides. But I have to tell you he wasn't at all pleased about getting contacted. Most of our donors wouldn't be, that is why we resisted contacting him at first. They have rights to their privacy too. You wouldn't be happy if he contacted you out of the blue to see his son I am sure."

"If it could save his life or the life of one of his children I would have accepted it." In a heart beat. No questions asked, which makes me wonder about Aidan's bio dad, it's a good thing being an asshole is not an inheritable trait. Like I said my son is perfect.

"So we will let you know if he agrees to get tested." She is clearly trying to get rid of me.

"I think I would like you to let my lawyer or Aidan's doctor contact him. I don't trust that you properly conveyed the severity of the situation. In fact I am not sure if I trust that you contacted him at all."

"Ms Stackhouse that is not the way that we do things around here..." Her phone rings and she jumps on the chance to get out of this conversation by answering it. She tries to indicate with her hand that I should leave, but if she thinks that she is getting rid of me that easily then she has another thing coming. My butt stays firmly in place.

"Paula White speaking." She says while glaring at me for not leaving.

"Paula this is Eric Northman, I just wanted to call you back and tell you I am willing to get tested to see if I am a match but I have a request to make of the family first."

Albeit faintly I can actually hear what the deep voice on the other line is saying and I am positive that this is Aidan's bio dad. Eric Northman, even if Paula screws this up I have something to go on to try and find him myself, but it is sounding like he is agreeable after all.

I take the pad of paper off of Paula's desk and write in all caps: ANYTHING! letting her know that I would agree to anything to make this happen.

Paula scowled at me then said to him, "the family is very eager to get this done, I am sure that they would be willing to grant any request within reason."

"I would like to meet the kid." He said, his voice getting quieter, I almost couldn't hear him.

"Sir, that is not how these things work." Fuck that. If that was all it would take I would pay to put him on the next flight out here.

"I know it's probably not," he let out a long sigh. This must be a lot for him to be absorbing right now. "Look, I really don't see myself as the married with kids type of person, so honestly this maybe the only time I have a...a...progeny?...and if they are that sick, they may not even be around...well you get what I am trying to say here. This may be it. I just want to meet them. I am willing to go along with whatever story the parents want to tell the kid. Long lost cousin...friend from high school...old family friend. They don't have to tell them I am their father...or biological father I guess I should say. Just ask the parents please. I have a sister too that I am sure would be willing to get tested. If neither of us match I'll work on getting more from the family tree, but no one knows about the...donation?...I made so it would be weird to ask them to get tested. I mean I will if it comes to that but I think me and my sister first, then go from there."

God I am so relieved that he is willing, there are tears streaming down my face. And his sister too, that can only increase the odds. I scribble on the pad: DO IT! tell him I will pay for him and his sister to fly out as soon as they can.

"Well Mr. Northman, like I said that is not normally how these things go, but the family is very anxious to get the ball rolling with this, as I am sure you can appreciate. They are willing to fly you, and maybe your sister as well out at your earliest convenience."

"Well I probably could make a quick trip this weekend, I am not sure about my sister, but I also don't know that she will be interested in meeting the kid. I can get myself there, I just need to know where there is."

"The family is currently living in Shreveport, LA."

"Huh, small world. Well that makes things significantly easier, that's where I am living too. Well why don't you pass along my number and we can arrange a dinner or something this week."

"Will do, and I am sure you will be hearing from the family shortly. Take care Mr Northman."

"Thanks, you too Ms White." And they hang up.

Paula turns to me. "There, as you can see I have contacted the biological father. The clinic has therefore fulfilled it's legal responsibility to you. Now I will have to ask you to leave." She says handing me a slip of paper with the name and phone number of Aidan's father.

"Yes well this would have been better a month ago, but at least I have it now. Thank you for finally doing the right thing even if you had to be backed into the corner in order to do it." I yank the paper out of her hand and leave in a manner my grandmother would to referred to as a 'high dudgeon.'