One-shot Title: Calendar Girl

Rated: T, over all; K+ this time.

Summary for this one-shot: Paige Michalchuk, business woman with an empty calendar.

Disclaimer: I own no characters from the show, but I own any titles or ideas used.

Author's Note: This series is basically a bunch of one shots about the graduating class of '06 and the class of '07 three-eleven years after 2006.

I would also like to thank all those that reviewed.

May 12, 2011

Nearly a year ago, Paige had graduated college with a degree in business. Shortly after graduating, she had gotten a job at a multi-billion dollar company in Los Angeles, California. It really was shaping up to be a great life.

Until it wasn't.

A year into the 'real world', Paige had started to hate it. Work was either boring or frustration, her love life was like a revolving door for losers, and her brother and best friend kept asking her to be their 'egg donor'. As if, at twenty-three, is wanted to get all fat and carry around a baby that wouldn't even be for her. Besides, she wanted to climb her way up the business ladder, not get morning sickness.

With a whirl of her chair, Paige turned her attention to her calendar, it was filled with business meetings and lunch meetings during the day. Oddly enough, her nights were rather empty. God, she really needed a date. Or at the very least a fabulous one night stand.

Paige was shaken from her thoughts by the sound of her phone. Clearing her throat, she answered in her business tone: "Paige Michalchuk."

There was an all too familiar laugh on the other end of the phone. "You sound so grown up."

Paige's brow knitted in thought. It couldn't be...could it? "Hazel?"

"Yeah, hey! I just...I got your number from Ellie. She said you'd want to hear what I have to say." Hazel took a deep and shaky breath. "I shouldn't have returned to town, only to go after Jimmy. He was depressed. He didn't need me bringing him down."

"Hazel," Paige was trying to keep her voice as cool and even as possible. "it happened. Get over it. And, don't call me again, hon." With that, Paige hung up as quickly as she could. Twirling back to her calender, she carefully wrote: 'Call Ellie.' in a corner.

She turned back to he desk, wanting to dive back into work, when the phone rang again. With an annoyed sigh, she answered: "Paige Michalchuk."

"Paige, it's Sam." There was an awkward silence, as Paige tried to figure out who Sam was; Sam also seemed to be waiting for that. "Uh, from the fifth floor."

"Oh, fifth floor Sam!" She felt herself smile, proud that she had remembered. Sam from the fifth floor...cute Sam from the fifth floor.

"Yeah." there was a nervous giggle. "Uh, a group of us are going to lunch, and I just thought you'd like to come."

Paige could feel a small smile forming on her glossed lips. "Yeah, yes. That sounds great."

"Great! Um, I mean good. I'll met you at your cubical in half an hour. Goodbye."

As Paige hung up the phone, she couldn't help but smile to herself. While it was just lunch, and while she was sure nothing would come of it, it was nice to have something that wasn't totally work related on her calendar.

A week and two dates with Sam later, Paige made a call to Dylan and Marco. She'd be their kid's womb, if they promised to make a good impression on Sam, and if they made sure that she'd always have a full calendar-the kid was going to have to be involved in school activities and Paige swore she'd have to be invited to every school play, science fair, debate, and pre-dance photo opt. It was agreed.

Months later, Paige was pregangt with her brother and his husband's son. She gave birth to a healthy baby boy, Patrick.

Author's Note: I have Jay, Alex, Sean, Hazel, and Liberty left to write about. If you have someone you'd rather, please drop me a line.