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Jack Donaghy woke up suddenly in an unfamiliar place.

Blinking, he looked at his surroundings and concluded that he was in a study of sorts. Looking at the desk before him, he saw an official looking document that worryingly held no reference to any form of NBC and at closer inspection he saw another tab that was, if his memory hadn't failed him, porn.

Standing up from the desk, he startled when he heard a baby's cry. He was momentarily bemused and uncertain of what to do before a noise carried toward him. "Pick him up!" cried a worried voice.

"Nancy?" he thought to himself incredulously. "Donovan?"

Frozen to the spot as he struggled to process just what the hell was happening to him, he soon realised that he obviously wasn't reacting quick enough as Nancy was in the study doorway just moments later holding a baby in her arms.

"How many times have I told you!" the redhead cried as she jostled the baby. "We can't leave him crying and wanting!"

The objection was already in his mouth. "A little crying never hurt anyone."

"Jack!" cried Nancy, mortified as she clutched the baby closer to her. "You cannot leave Alistair to cry. You could scar him for life!"

"Alistair?" he couldn't help asking.

"Yes!" shot back the fuming Nancy. "Your son!"

"My son?" he repeated dumbly. Had he fallen and suffered amnesia? "When did that happen?" he blurted out.

"Eight months, one week and six days ago," said Nancy exasperatedly, giving him a second of her attention as she calmed the baby that was frankly more than okay.

Oh.

"Now I need to prepare his dinner, so please mind him for the next half an hour," ordered Nancy as she transferred the baby over then pulled back just out of reach. "Don't leave him alone," she warned. "He can't have fears of abandonment."

"I hardly think being ignored will have such an effect," Jack snorted, as he took the baby and leaned in for a kiss, but she turned away before it landed and he kissed air. "I need to find the sanitising gel."

Jack was dazed as he looked at the crisply dressed boy, looking spicky specky clean in his arms. Following Nancy somewhat dumbly he saw her wiping down the kitchen surfaces with mad determination. He felt sorry for any germ that dared remain.

She didn't even look up when she spoke next. "Don't just stand there," she chastised, scrubbing at a particularly stubborn foodstuff. "Play with him. Maybe do a jigsaw, but make sure you help him finish it so he doesn't feel inadequate."

Sitting with the child in his lap as Alistair smacked wooden pieces against the jigsaw base shortly after, Jack had a mind full of questions, but Nancy began to speak once again as she tied on her crisp white apron. "I was talking to your mother earlier today..."

"Why?" he interrupted incredulously.

"You should have more respect for your mother," she scolded. The pointed look he flashed her showed he was less than impressed, but she ignored him and carried on. "We were discussing what solids would be best to start Allie on."

"Allie?" he mouthed. He had always sworn that no child of his was going to be called that suffix. He had suffered long enough as Jackie and no offspring of his should have to suffer too.

Dinner was a blur and all that was required of him was to eat, leave the room, kiss his 'son' good night and then watch the television.

Slipping into bed after the baby was finally down, he reached for Nancy thinking that the one good thing that could come out of this funky journey his ghost mother was sending him on was to see how good the sex is. As his hands clasped her hips and he pulled her back against him, she shrugged him off. "Not tonight Jackie," mumbled Nancy. "I'm too tired."

He barely felt the horror before the lights began to flicker...


Author's Note: This is written to be set before the revelation of Avery's actual pregnancy on 30 Rock.

Next chapter: The Present.