A/N I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote the last chap, but Elliot started feeling pregnant a week after her date. Just so everything makes sense. Sorry it took so long to update!!
I walked through the door of my apartment for the first time in a week. It's good to be home. I flopped down on the couch, stretching my good arm.
"You can help, you know!" Turk said from the hallway, carrying the remains of Sasha.
"Nope! Doctor's orders!" I said, waving my cast where he could see it. It was true, Perry ordered me not to do anything that I could get hurt by until my cast came off. Including going up and down stairs. It's sweet how protective he is…
(Perry in full medieval armor, picking me up and carrying me around, so I wouldn't stub my toes.)
I sighed. That's the life. I rotated my arm so I could see all the signatures on my cast. I'd gotten everyone I could to sign, even though I'd be going right back to work the next day. Turk walked in and set down the dented bits of scooter, then flopped down next to me.
"Tired?" I asked him, he glared at me, not impressed at my display of cuteness.
"When that thing comes off," he said looking at my cast, "you are moving all the furniture in this house." Unfazed by the threat, I continued grinning. I'm glad things are finally going back to normal. Drama is not fun to deal with.
"Heyy Elliot!!" Dan said, popping up from behind her. "You busy Friday?" He asked her.
"Ummmm….." she said, avoiding his eyes. You have a boyfriend! Just tell him!! "Yes! I'm going bungee jumping!!" What the hell? Elliot looked shocked at her own incredibly bad lie, and Dan's face fell.
"If you didn't want to hang out with me, you could've just said." He walked off.
"Wait, Dan!" She ran to keep up with him, feeling a slight pang in her stomach. "I have a boyfriend. I can't go out with you, but I love hanging out with you." Dan grinned.
"Sure, that's what I was gonna ask about. Who's your boyfriend?" he asked, expecting her to name some stuffy doctor he could easily outshine.
"The Janitor." Elliot said. Dan paused.
"Neat." He finally said. He turned around and walked away, planning his revenge.
The Janitor finally cleaned up all the pudding from the first floor. It had taken forever, even though he'd worked at least half of the time he was supposed to be. He was celebrating by going back to his normal state of lazing about, starting by sunbathing on the roof. He stretched out his long legs and leaned back in his lawn-chair. This is the life… The Janitor dozed off, warm in the sun.
Dan snuck up on the sleeping janitor, and laughed at the sight of him sleeping in his uniform and giant sunglasses. He stopped suddenly, then stood over him, trying to get an inspiration. He scratched the back of his neck, and felt little flecks of dye fall off. He stopped mid-scratch, an insane grin coming to his face. He knew what to do.
Elliot stared at the little blue plus sign. Plus. Positive. Yes. Pregnant. Frick frick frick frick. She considered taking another, but that was the fourth one she'd taken in the last hour. She was definitely pregnant.
