Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing of this story – nothing! (Except the plot, but come on – no-one wants this old thing!) Just My Luck is just a film, Ashley and Jake are fictional and McFly belong to themselves. This story is COMPLETELY fictional!

Tom wrapped the telephone cord around his finger as he laid in bed, listening to Danny go on about how Dougie's lizards had just had more babies and they were desperately trying to sell them to whoever could provide for them. In return, he explained what had happened at the hospital the day before, and how he was now desperately waiting for the results.

"You poor little thing!" Danny moaned in sympathy, and Tom could imagine his grin at the other end of the line. "Are you still staying with Jake?"

"What would ever make you think I wasn't?" he giggled slowly, turning over. "Yes, of course I'm still staying here – you're still calling his number."

"…I am?" Danny asked quite stupidly. "Oh yeah, I forgot! Kind of wondering about that, but never mind…"

"…I'm scared." he suddenly confessed. "I mean, what if it's something bad?"

He could almost see Danny's face cloud over with apprehension, but still smiling. "I don't think it's going to be too bad."

"Danny, it stopped me from getting on the plane with you. What else can it do to me?" he asked, getting himself worked up again.

"…Tom, I'm going to hang up now, okay?" Danny replied after a few seconds. "I'll try and ring tomorrow."

"Don't leave me." he whimpered, horrified at how pathetic he sounded. "Please don't leave me alone Danny."

"I'm sorry, I have to go! I'll chat to you later." And with that, Danny hung up, almost coldly. Tom pouted and after what felt like an eternity, put down the receiver. He lay back and watched the ceiling with disinterest. Okay, so he had more than just a healthy interest in his best friend; the same best friend's he'd had casual drunken sex with two months earlier. From what Tom could gather, the feelings were mutual, since Danny seemed to share the interest – but maybe it was just a misjudgment. Danny had always been friendly to everyone he met – friendly up to a point of being awkward, and he knew that he could get very close to people and still call them 'just mates'.

Whatever the situation was, he was sure he could deal with it later. Getting better was the first thing on his to-do list; interpreting emotions could wait for a few more weeks. Maggie brought him up some hot tea and crackers, and he sat up to have them. "Hey Maggie, I was wondering… could you give me some advice?"

"Depends upon what the advice you need is." she smiled. "Talk to me."

"You know… if you like someone, and I don't mean just as friends." he started, tucking his legs in under his arms. "I mean, you've known each other for a while, and you know each other inside out, but you've never taken it further -"

"Okay, I get the message – just friends!" she laughed. "Go on Tom."

"… right, where was I? Oh yeah, we're good mates and I… I think I've got a crush on… them." he continued, careful enough to add a simple 'them' at the end. "So, say if you were in the same boat as me, and you got a crush on someone you've known for ages… how would you think about coping with it?"

"Woah, you think too much." Maggie sighed, pointing a finger at him as she stirred the tea with her spare hand. "Okay, give yourself a checklist – one; how long have you known each other?"

"Three years." he sighed, flopping back onto the bed. "Three years, five months, twenty-seven days, three hours and twelve minutes. British Time, of course."

Maggie's mouth dropped open. "Okay… that's weird… anyway, onto to point two; how long have you felt the way you do?"

"Two-and-a-half months. So?"

"Number three; have you imagined yourself with them – holding them, feeling them… loving them?" Tom paused and thought to himself; the idea of him and Danny together seemed appealing, if not perfect. He nodded slowly, after becoming wrapped in his own blissful delusion of them.

"Well then, it's pretty obvious that you love them." Maggie smiled. "I think you should go for it."

"Really?" Tom sat up again, barely able to be comfortable form more than a minute. "But what if h- I mean, they – don't like me back?"

"Tom, 'they' like you enough as it is, so technically you wouldn't ruin anything. Just… go for it and see what happens."

Tom was just about to thank her when the telephone rang. He reached out towards it, hoping it would be Danny, but Maggie shoved him out of the way and grabbed the receiver before him.

"Oh, hello there… no, Tom's busy at the moment… oh, I see!" she replied to the voice on the other end, and she covered the receiver with her hand.

"Who is it?"

"It's the doctor, from the hospital – they've got your tests results back." she explained quickly, and went back to listening. "Yeah, we were there a few days ago… not that I know of, but… you're kidding me." Her face froze over and Tom strained to hear the doctor. "No, you're lying…. how? I mean, he… he… he's a GUY!"

"Maggie, give me the phone!" he yelled, trying to wrestle the phone out of her grip. "That's my business Maggie!"

"You're not ready for it!" she yelled back, and the pair of them suddenly began to fight for the hand set across the bed.

Tom managed to grab it after a few moments and tried to speak with the doctor on the other end. "Yes, this is Tom… yeah, I had an appointment, but you couldn't find anything?" he replied, walking around the room trying to avoid Maggie's grasp.

"Yes, this is one of the doctors from the hospital." This time, it was a different doctor to the one he had seen. "I think you should be sitting down sir."

"Am I dying?" he asked again, and Maggie sighed, before pushing him down onto the bed. She cursed herself straight afterwards, and sat down next to Tom.

"No sir, you're not dying. Nothing like that at all."

"Then why do I need to sit down?" he replied stubbornly. The doctor cleared his throat and hesitated; Tom got back to biting his nails.

"Well, I'm afraid there's some… pretty alarming results coming up, you might need a seat." Tom repeated that he'd been forced to sit, before asking what was wrong. "Well… I'm not sure how to break this to you… but you're pregnant. Congratulations."


"What?!" Tom tried to stand up in shock at what the doctor had just told him. "Stop lying to me and just say what the hell's wrong with me!" Maggie held him back by his torso and his wrists, and held him tightly to the bed.

"Calm down!" she yelled back, still in shock herself.

"Mr Fletcher, please just calm down and listen to what I have to say." the doctor reassured. Tom struggled to stand, but he sat back down slowly. "Firstly, I know you're concerned and think we're lying – we're not. If you'd like proof, we can arrange a scan tomorrow morning and you can see for yourself." the doctor began.

"No thanks." he replied numbly, almost drifting from the conversation. "But how…?"

"We're not sure yet, but there's a way we can figure out and prevent it in the future."

"Okay, what is it?"

"An abortion can tell us exactly how it happened, and we can give you some limited advice on how to stop it from happening again."

Tom bit his lip. "How would you do it?" he asked slowly, going paler by the second.

"I'm not sure if tablets would work, but it will be done as simply as possible, and in your own time. But there is a deadline." he warned. "It's five weeks away; there's still time for you to think about it."

"When can I get it done?"

"Two weeks today at the least." Tom sighed and looked at Maggie, who squeezed his hand. "Would you like an appointment making?"

"Yeah… but if I change my mind can I at least get a check up then anyway?" Tom questioned, trying to keep whatever he'd just eaten down. The doctor explained that the boy had to; they could see what effects to look out for in the future. "Right… I see. Thanks very much… bye…" He hung up after a few seconds, and stared at the phone emotionless.

Maggie held the cup of tea in her hands. "Are you alright?"

"Of course not, you daft cow." he grunted. "I've just been told I'm fucking pregnant, for fuck's sake." Now those were words he'd never imagine himself saying in his life; he just let a single tear slide down his cheek as he looked as his friend. "What's Jake going to say? And Damon Phillips… they're going to murder me."

"Look, just try and calm down, okay? Jake and Phillips don't need to know." she cooed, brushing his hair back for him. "They need never know about this – our secret."

"I don't want this secret." he sighed, and found himself leaning into Maggie's chest. "It can't be real."

"I know, I know…" She was rocking him in her arms now, comforting him as best as she could. "Do you know… who the 'father' is?" she asked, trying to make it sound casual.

"…no." Tom lied, shaking his head. "Don't remember… it was a while back…" He suddenly looked coldly at her. "Maggie, I want to be left alone."

"Tom…"

"I just want to be left alone, alright?" he snapped again, before blushing. "Sorry… I guess I'm kind of…"

"Emotional, I guessed." she smiled, before heading back to the door. "Just remember we're in this together; if you want to talk then talk."

Tom smiled, but knew he was just going through the motions. "Yeah, I know." And with that, Maggie saw herself out of the door onto the hallway. His eyes followed her until the door slammed shut, before letting more tears slip down his face. Now he knew why he'd had feelings for Danny; Tom was pregnant with his baby.