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Abby peeked into the lounge and checked to see if anybody was there, seeing nobody she walked in and made sure the door behind her was securely shut. Walking over to the couch she sank down on it and buried her head in her hands. She couldn't believe this was happening. What was she supposed to do?

She turned the plastic stick over in her hands again. She knew it couldn't have changed, but it hadn't sunk in quite yet. She leaned back onto the couch and sighed, just hoping that no one would come in right then. Especially not Luka.

She had no idea what she'd tell him. They'd only been back together for a few weeks now. She knew the terrible truth. This baby wasn't his. She wanted to break down in tears. She wanted to scream and yell. She couldn't believe that for the second time in her life she had managed to make a baby with a man she didn't want a baby with.

Abby thought back to the night, just a month before, that she regretted so much. She was so drunk, after spending the whole night at the bar down the street, that when she stumbled back to her flat it took her a full five minutes just to open the door. He had been just as drunk, if not more, and she couldn't even remember, if they had managed to shut the door before they ended up on the couch.

Abby pulled herself from her thoughts as she heard the lounge door open. Quickly she lifted her head and looked up to see Luka enter. He looked over at her and smiled, then frowned.

"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly.

Abby did the only thing she knew she could. She hid the stick in her hand and stood up, smiling at Luka. "Of course," she lied. "I'm fine."

"You sure? You look worried." He stepped closer to her, placing his hand on her arm. "Maybe you want to get something to eat, you didn't have a chance to eat breakfast yet."

Abby avoided looking in his eyes. Damn it, why did he have to be so nice right now? It wasn't making it any easier to pretend that she wasn't hiding something. She snuck a glance at his face and spoke, "I need to talk to you, Luka."

Luka nodded, "Okay. Let's go get breakfast. We can talk then." He looked down at her, questioning her with his eyes. She didn't like this. She didn't know how she would tell him. Should she tell him?

"Okay," she found herself agreeing. Still she wasn't sure what she'd tell him, or if she'd tell him anything.

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The diner was almost empty and they sat down in a small booth by the window right away. It wasn't until their breakfasts arrived that Abby managed to steer the conversation away from talking about patients.

"Luka..." She trailed off. No, there wasn't a possibility that she could tell him the truth. It just wasn't possible, knowing how much pain it would cause him. "I...I think we should take a step back from each other."

He looked at her, startled. "What?"

"I think we should get some space between us..."

Moments passed, that seemed to go one forever, and he just stared at her. Shock. Hurt. Disbelief. So many emotions that she was seeing in his expression right not. So many that caused her pain also. How could she do this to him?

"I'm sorry," she whispered, looking down at her silverware folded inside a napkin. She couldn't look at him any longer.

"We've only been dating again for two weeks Abby," he finally managed to get out.

"Maybe it was a mistake," she spoke, her voice still soft and her eyes still cast on the napkin.

"I don't believe you," Luka suddenly said and she looked back up and over at him. "I don't believe you," he repeated again looking her in the eyes this time. "There's something else. Something that you're not telling me. Whatever it is, it's what's really bothering you."

Abby finally placed the silverware to the side of the table. She took Luka's hand with both of hers and answered him. So many secrets, so many things she wished she could hide, but knew she couldn't.

"I'm pregnant."

She felt a stab of pain deep inside when she saw his reactions. Surprise. Shock. Joy. She didn't consciously remember continuing, but she heard herself continue.

"It's not yours."

A long moment passed. Luka removed his hand from hers and stared at her without speaking. Finally, he stood from the table and walked out of the cafe. Abby, wiping a tear from her cheek, quickly stood to follow him out.

"Luka," she called as she stepped outside. "Luka, please, wait!"

Luka stopped, he had been making his way down the sidewalk. Now he turned around and faced her.

"I don't even know what to say to you," he spoke.

"Luka you couldn't really have expected it to be yours. We've only been together for two weeks!" Abby defended herself. Her eyes stung from the tears she was holding back.

"I hadn't expected for you to cheat on me!" Luka shouted back.

"I never cheated on you," Abby began. "It was a month ago. We weren't even dating."

"No, Abby, you're right. A month ago we weren't dating. A month ago we were just very, very good friend and very close to getting back together. And you knew that." With those words spoken Luka turned around and continued walking.

Abby felt her knees start to go weak and she sat down hard on the nearest ledge. Each of her feelings seemed to be fighting with the others to come to the surface. A half hour later, as she still sat on the ledge, she realized which one was winning. Guilt. Guilt at hurting Luka, and guilt at yet again ruining her own life. This time there was definitely no one to blame but herself.

When she finally rose to her feet, she realized that there was no way she could go back into work like she was. She'd have to survive another three hours in the same building as Luka before she could go home. Not that it would be much of a treat to walk back into her empty apartment.

She glanced at her watch. Five minutes left until her lunch break was over. Just enough time to get something to drink. Something strong enough to chase away that nagging voice in her head, that little voice which was reminding her that she'd just managed to get rid of the man she adored.

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"All Things Bad and All Things Good" written 2002 by Abilene and Dasha.

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