A/N: Wow, thanks for the great response to the first chapter everyone! So here's the second chapter, and it's going back into the past approximately 3 years, give or take.


3 minutes, and her fate would be sealed.

Remy couldn't help but stare uselessly at the small plastic stick in her hands, praying over and over that there would just be one little pink line, not two. Because if there were two little pink lines, then...

"Fuck it." Remy said shaking the thoughts from her head and standing up, placing the stick on the corner of the sink and walking out of the room. She couldn't think about it yet, she would drive herself crazy. Instead she walked into her apartment's small kitchen and grabbed the teakettle from the stove, carrying it over to the sink and turning on the water.

"I really need one of those instant hot water coffee makers," she mused quietly, filling the old fashioned tin kettle and placing it back on the stove, which she turned on. She had been meaning to get one of the instant hot water machines ever since they had gotten one in the doctor's lounge and she had marveled at the quickness which the machine ejected hot water into her cup, but she knew it must be expensive. Everything in her life was expensive, student loans she was still paying off, rent, a coffee machine wasn't a necessity, and therefore it was just wishful thinking. She couldn't possibly afford a new coffee maker now.

Especially if I am pregnant she thought, glancing at the digital clock on the stove. It had only been one minute, but it took everything she had not to run into the bathroom. Her knuckles turned white as she grasped the counter and dropped her head. How the hell could this have happened? She knew to be careful, she knew not to be stupid when sleeping with people, but...Maybe it was because she knew him, because he wasn't some stranger from a bar that she had let her guard down.

In the end it was really her own stupidity. She had trusted him, and he had trusted her, and the only thing they hadn't counted on was the .1 percent of times that the pill wasn't effective. The odds were in their favor, but because they didn't use any other kind of protection, they still had that slight chance of her getting pregnant. And now...

Remy finally released her grip on the counter, blinking back the tears stinging her eyes. Glancing up at the clock she realized she had been standing there for two minutes longer than necessary, and laughed slightly at her own stupidity. The test would surely be ready by now, but somehow she felt like if she tried to move her legs they might just collapse under her. So she stood, staring at the clock until another minute passed and she sighed shutting her eyes and letting a few tears sneak out. It was time.

The world seemed to slow down as Remy walked out of the kitchen on legs that felt barely more solid than gelatin. She hesitated outside the bathroom door, running her fingers along the smooth brass knob without any real grasp on it. Then, she took a deep breath and shut her eyes,

"Like ripping off a band-aid" she mumbled, pushing the door open and stepping inside. Then, her eyes opening quickly she caught sight of the test sitting on the sink and her heart dropped. That was not just one line, it wasn't even one line and one faint line, those were two bold pink lines. In the split second it took her mind to process that information Remy realized that she was screwed. It took her a bit longer to realize that she was crying, warm tears tracing familiar paths down her cheeks as she sat on the closed toilet.

This couldn't be happening, this really couldn't be happening. She had always been so careful, it had just been one time, and now she was really fucked. There was no way she could kill a baby, let alone her own. It was wrong, she couldn't live with herself. But it wasn't fair to push a kid that may or may not have Huntington's onto some poor, unsuspecting adoptive family. Remy wished there was another option, maybe one that involved going back in time and not having sex with Kutner to begin with, no matter how good he was.

"Dear God, if you do exist, let this test be fucked up. Or even let my hormones be fucked up. That I can deal with. They have solutions to problems like that. There is no solution to being pregnant. Oh, fucking god." she prayed, slamming the test violently into the trash and throwing her head back.

And then she heard the knock.

Remy glanced out through the lit between the door and the doorjam at her front door, waiting for another knock. It came, followed by three others and finally,

"Thirteen! I know you're in there, I saw your car parked in the lot."

Remy's breath caught in her throat and she laughed slightly, despite herself. Getting up slowly she walked to the front door and peering through the peephole, confirmed her suspicions. Taub was standing on the other side.

"What do you want?" she called back, not in any hurry to let him in.

"House sent me to see why you aren't in work."

"I'm sick."

"No you're not. You seemed fine when you left yesterday. Let me in."

"Or what?"

"Or I'll break in."

Remy was tempted to laugh, but realized he wasn't kidding. He had been working for House long enough to break into someone's apartment, and they had already broken into hers once before. She reached for the door knob, then remembered that she was crying.

"Hang on," she said shakily, rushing into the bathroom to see what she could do, but it was no use. Her eyes were swollen and bright red tear stains marked her cheeks. She couldn't cover them up, not quickly enough, and she was still crying anyways. She stared in the mirror a moment longer, trying to think of any way she could get out of this. And then it hit her,

The fire escape She hesitated for only a second, the pros outweighing the cons, then dashed out of the bathroom and straight into Taub who was now standing in her foyer.

Fuck.

"How did you-"

"You have a spare key under your mat." he said, matter of factly, a grin on his face until he realized she was crying. She could tell when he realized it, because there was a look of shock and regret on his face. He hadn't meant to see her like this, he knew she didn't like people to see her when she was vulnerable and yet he had broken in anyway. He bowed his head,

"So, I'll just tell House you're sick then?" He asked. Remy's voice caught in her throat, she had expected a full interrogation, but she smiled weakly in appriciation,

"Okay."

Taub gave a small nod, then turned to leave. As he started to go though, Remy felt a tug in her chest. She felt alone, more alone than she had ever felt.

"Wait." she said suddenly, surprising even herself. Tuab turned and looked at her and Remy blushed, not sure what to say. Luckily, she was saved by the hissing of her teakettle in the kitchen,

"Umm, do you want some tea?" she asked over the deafening hiss. Tuab stared at her for a moment, then nodded,

"Sure."

Remy nodded in confirmation, leading the way into the kitchen and taking the tea kettle off the stove as Taub took a seat at the table.

"Green tea okay?"

"Sure." Taub said, watching her take down two tea cups and saucers and grab a couple of tea bags. Her hands were shaking violently, although she didn't seem to notice it. He watched as she attempted to pour the hot water into one of the cups,

"Ah!" Remy placed the teakettle back down and drew back her hand, cradling it in her other hand and frowning. Her shaking hands had caused her to move the kettle mid pour, scalding her pale skin and leaving a bright red mark.

"Here, why don't you let me do that." Taub offered, standing up and taking the kettle from her. Remy nodded absentmindedly, taking her own seat at the table and blinking back hot tears of frustration and embarrassment. She ran the thumb of her opposite hand over the burn, flinching at the dull sting it caused. Then Taub set a cup in front of her and she mumbled her thanks, wrapping her hands around the cup and refusing to look up at him. They sat in silence for a few moments before he finally spoke,

"What's wrong?"

Remy looked up, slightly surprised, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, why are you crying?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"If you didn't want to talk about it, you wouldn't have told me to wait." Taub said matter of factly. Remy stared at him, not sure how to answer. Did she want to tell him? She hadn't been planning on telling anybody. She hadn't been planning at all actually, she had bought the test with an almost certain feeling that it would be negative. There were plenty of things that could make your period late, stress, medications, anything. She hadn't expected it to be positive, but since it was she had to deal with it. She had to tell someone...right?

"I...I..." The words caught in her throat and more tears escaped. Saying it was harder than it would seem. Two words, that's all it was. She took a deep breath.

"I'm pregnant."

The words hung in the air as the truth was out. She expected more shock from Taub than he displayed,

"Partying life finally caught up with you?"

"No!" the tears were even worse now and Taub frowned. Then, suddenly, it was like a light had gone off over his head,

"House sent me because he thinks you're sleeping with either Kutner or Foreman, and he can't figure out which...who is it?"

Remy looked down, shaking her head.

"It's not Kutner or Foreman?"

"It is."

"Foreman?"

Remy hesitated, then finally shook her head and looked back up at Taub.

"I don't know what I'm going to do," she admitted quietly, "It was just one time, I was on the pill, I...I don't know."

"There's always-"

"Don't you dare say abortion," Remy interjected forcefully, "I would never do that, I couldn't."

Taub sighed, "On the other hand, you could put it up for adoption."

"And if it has Huntington's? I'd be giving a family a baby without a chance. I can't do that."

"So you have to keep it." Taub said finally. Remy nodded,

"I know. I know I do, but I don't want Kutner to know about the baby. He...he doesn't...he shouldn't have to make sacrifices for a baby just because I don't want to kill it, it's not fair." at this point, Remy had given up on trying to stop the tears that were gushing from her bloodshot eyes. There was no use.

"Thirteen," Taub wished he knew her real first name, "You have to tell him. He deserves to know."

"No!" Remy could hardly breathe through her tears, "I can't d-do that to h-him" she choked out. Her heart was racing, her chest pounding. Suddenly, she realized what was happening and stood up, running from the kitchen into her living room and grabbing her inhaler off the coffee table and sinking down onto her knees as she shoved one end in her mouth and pressed down on the top, releasing the medicine. As she inhaled it, her heart slowing down, she felt Taub's hand on her shoulder.

"You okay?" he asked when she took the inhaler out of her mouth and placed it on the coffee table. She nodded, slightly confused when he picked up the inhaler and inspected it,

"What are you on?" he asked finally, holding up the inhaler. Remy sniffled,

"Advair."

"Not for the next nine months," Taub said, pocketing the inhaler, "It's not safe for your baby."

"Oh," Remy blushed, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. How stupid of her, she should have known that. Not thinking, she put a protective hand on her stomach and stood up again, leveling with Taub,

"I should go now, before House decides to come here himself." Taub said. Remy nodded, walking with him over to the door.

"Look, I know you have alot to think about but...I know some people at Mass General, I could probably get you a job there." He said, not looking Remy in the eye as he turned and left.

Remy watched him go from the doorway, wanting to thank him, but still rendered slightly speechless from her asthma attack. She did have alot to think about, but for the time being she shut the door and went into her bedroom, laying down with a sigh. Suddenly, she felt alone again.


A/N: So the end was kind of rushed, but I have a ton of Latin homework and I wanted this up for the new episode tonight. Review?