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!

Days passed, and Tom had surprisingly kept his little 'secret' well-hidden from Jake and the other girls. Of course, he hadn't told them or the rest of the band what was wrong and neither had Maggie; instead, they'd been talking and thinking a lot, mostly about what they were going to do. She'd even been kind enough to borrow a few leaflets from the local doctor's office, and Tom had read through a few of them.

"Shame I can't exactly rely on them." he had sighed, throwing yet another pamphlet behind him. "Why didn't you get any on abortion?" Maggie furrowed her brow at the last word – not one she agreed with.

"Maybe you should start thinking about keeping the baby, rather than killing it."

"I can't keep it!" he answered, looking at her in shock. "Look at me – I'm still really young, and I could never look after a baby Maggie. I can't…"

"Oh come on, how do you think all those teenage mothers back in England cope? What about the women who don't know they're pregnant until they give birth in their own homes?" she angrily responded, throwing insults at him.

Tom looked at her and shook his head. "Not the same thing!" he yelled back. "They don't have the whole world scorning them because they managed to get knocked up the duff!"

"Knocked up the duff?"

"British slang, sorry." he blushed, sitting back down and playing with the cuff of his shirt. "So, what exactly do they do to me?"

"They'd suck the baby…. or foetus, that's what they call it… out of you using an electric pump." she winced. "I hate to imagine where they'd shove it inside of you…"

"Maggie, please don't." Tom sulked. "I know you don't think it's right, but don't scare me just so I'll keep it."

Despite the undertones of the conversation, Maggie still found enough courage to laugh. "I'm not trying to scare you – this is what happens in the real world. Stop living in a metaphorical bubble."

"Shut up." he groaned. "The sooner it's out, the better." Maggie opened her mouth to say something, but the door to the room suddenly burst open.

"Hey, you two okay? You seem to be making a lot of noise." Katie asked as her head poked around the door. Maggie and Tom, who had been standing close to each other, took a step apart and looked at her.

"No, you must be hearing things." Maggie laughed, tucking her hair behind one ear. "We're fine, honestly."

"I heard some strange noises downstairs… are you two going out?"

Tom pulled a face of disgust. "No!" he yelled, taking another step back. "Me and M-Maggie?! No way!"

"I bet you are!" the younger girl grinned, sticking out her tongue. "Maggie and Tom, sitting in a tree, K – I – S – S – I – N – G!" Maggie threw a pillow at her whilst laughing herself, before racing over to put a hand over her mouth; she was singing a rhyme Danny had taught her, and she knew Tom would get upset if Katy managed to get out the last bit…

"First comes love, then comes marriage – then comes a baby in a golden carriage!" She was too late; his cheeks had already gone a deep shade of red and he looked down. "It's because I'm right, aren't I? You two love each other!"

"Um, Katy?" Maggie asked politely, turning her and Katy's backs to Tom. "Why don't you go ask Jake if he needs a hand with anything?"

"He's out." she replied.

"Ashley?"

"She's gone with him." Katy frowned. "You don't want me here!"

Maggie nodded as she led the girl out of the room and into the hallway. "It's just that… Tom wants to be left alone, and it's best that we let him be."

"Oh, okay." she smiled back. "Do you want to play with me?"

"Tell you what; I'll teach you how to put real make-up on." Maggie grinned, opening the door to her own room. "Just stay in there for a few minutes, and I'll get everything sorted." Katy grinned before skipping off into the room, and instantly went through Maggie's drawers. The blonde, older girl turned back to the boy behind her.

"See? This is exactly what I mean!" he yelled, folding his arms. "I'm going to get made of fun, exactly the same way as she did, but a lot worse than that Maggie, if I keep this… this…" Tom hesitated, not wanting to say the next word.

"Baby." she finished for him, glaring angrily. "Look, Katy doesn't know about this -"

"And hopefully she'll never know." he replied lazily, before throwing up in the bin again. Maggie grimaced, and turned away to at least give him some dignity, before going into her own room.

"MAGGIE!" Katy suddenly yelled, running out straight into Maggie's arms. "Maggie, it got stuck! I didn't mean to, but it got stuck and I can't get it off…" She turned her face this way and that, to show a large tube of lipstick stuck onto her cheek.

"Oh shit!" she muttered under her breath. "It must have been my hair gel; I didn't know what it was doing there… have you tried the usual stuff?"

"I told you, it won't come off!" she sulked, trying her best to pull it off. "Damn!" Tom looked over from where he was standing, and a thought struck him. He checked through some of the beside drawers, sure that Jake had got him something perfect for the moment; when they first started touring in America, Jake had insisted that they would all have little bags of emergency items, in case anything bad happened. Strangely enough, nothing had happened to them since they'd bought the kits, and they'd been stuffed inside their drawers, emptied; the bags they came in were used as a very good set of hair bands for their sisters.

He finally found what he was looking for; cotton pads, a little gel remover and some antiseptic cream, and he padded over towards the girls. "Out of the way!" he yelled. "Dude with the stuff coming through, give me some space!" Maggie smirked and raised an eyebrow at Katy, who sniggered too. "Katy, is this the right stuff Jake would have used before?" he asked as he showed her the bottle.

"I think so… similar stuff anyway." she nodded. Tom held her face in place, before pouring some of the liquid onto a pad. "How strong is it?"

"Looks pretty severe…" he noted, checking over the bottle again whilst trying to balance the antiseptic at the same time. "That's why I got the cream, it should cool it down a little afterwards."

"You sure?"

"I'm po… sure." he replied slowly, before patting some onto her cheek; she squealed as it went on and struggled to get loose. "Keep still, I promise it'll stop soon..." Tom dabbed some more liquid on, and began to ease the lipstick off her cheek. "Hang on a sec… and ta-da, all off!" he grinned as he peeled the lipstick from her cheek, and handed it to Maggie. He then added some antiseptic onto another pad and rubbed it in slowly.

"Thanks Tom." she smiled, turning slightly pink.

"No problem – just keep rubbing that in until the stinging stops, alright?" he replied, his hand on her shoulder. "Now, go play with the non-stick lipsticks." Katy giggled, before running off again. Maggie paused, and took in what she had just seen acted out in front of her.

"You'd make a great dad, Tom." It was all she had to say; but Tom didn't turn around to caution or insult her back. He just stood there, looking at the floor in silence.

"No I wouldn't." he replied minutes later, turning to her with subdued anger. "You're just saying it."

"Fine; you think I'm making things up. Go on, do whatever the hell you want with this Tom – it's not my body, not my choice. It's not my baby I'm killing." Maggie huffed, before storming out of the hallway, down the stairs and out of the door. Tom froze, before racing to the window; her car was pulling out of the drive, onto the street, and sped off into the distance towards the shopping mall downtown.

Maggie came home three hours later, with a small mound of shopping bags hanging from her thin, colourful arms. Jake and Ashley, who had come home earlier, helped her carry them through, sort them out and store everything she'd bought into various piles and cupboards. Tom, on the other hand, had spent most of the afternoon making further acquaintance with the porcelain toiler basin and eating dry crackers.

"Tom, phone call!" Jake yelled from downstairs. "It's from Danny."

"Danny?!" Tom yelled back from his room. He'd been waiting for this call for days now; he could tell Danny that everything was going to be okay, he wasn't dying, and he was just…

Maybe he couldn't speak to him after all. "Um… how long has he got on the phone?"

"At least an hour, maybe two?" was the reply. Okay, so Tom couldn't hold on and just wait until he had gone; he'd have to talk to him.

"Okay… tell him I'll be down in a sec…" he stalled, getting up from the bed and plodding down to Jake and the receiver. Snatching it in his hand, he held it to one ear and messed with his hair. "Hello?"

"Thank god, you're alive!" Danny's voice was a relief to hear after so long. "You've been avoiding me for nearly two weeks now – you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah… never better." Tom lied, squeezing his fist. "I haven't been avoiding you."

"I've phoned three times in the last week, but Maggie said you were busy! What's going on?" he asked.

Tom looked at his nails, unsure of what to say. "Well… I got the results back from the hospital… a-and they're pretty bad. I have to stay here, in America, a little longer to get better."

"Oh my god…" Danny breathed down the line, seeming to be picking the right words to say. "How long…?"

"A few weeks, give or take. Up to two months, they told me." he replied, without realising that everyone in the room could hear his lie; Maggie looked at him in disgust. "Don't worry, I'll get on the plane as soon as I can and I'll be straight back home before you know it."

"You better be." Danny replied sternly. "I miss you so much…"

"I miss you too…" Tom smiled faintly, and had to restrain himself from caressing his stomach. "Anyway, I have to, er, go… have to pick something up…"

"Oh really?" Danny asked sadly, with what he could only imagine was a small pout and large eyes. "Well, I'll call tomorrow and every day after that till you come home, okay?"

"Okay… see you later." he replied, before hanging up.

Maggie glared at him, before throwing her last bag on the floor. "You're a liar, a really bad liar Tom!"

"I don't know what you mean." he retorted haughtily, twirling his hair again around one finger lazily. "It's what the doctor told me after all."

"No it's not." She folded her arms and told Jake and Ashley to stand between them. "Now Tom… why did you tell Danny you were just poorly with something that'll get cured in a matter of weeks, when it's really something more serious?"

"He doesn't want to worry him." Ashley spoke up. "At least, I couldn't tell you the truth if I were in the same situation. Maggie, let it rest!"

"I can't!" she yelled as Tom tried to sneak off to his room. "He's told me the truth and I don't think I can keep it a secret."

"Well, it depends on what it is." Jake replied, sitting down on a chair. "Just tell us."

"Maggie, NO!" Tom yelled, turning around, but the words came out of her mouth faster than he could ever stop her.

"Tom is pregnant, with a real living baby, and he wants to kill it!"