A/N: So my brain isn't working for The X's Ex, but it does like writing this. So have a new fic.


All That's Left Is Molecules of You


Kate's first thought is that graduation drinks are definitely out now. And then she laughs out loud at just how stupid a thought that was. As if that was an issue worth worrying about now. That a simple night out at a pub could be her first concern in a situation like this.

But the infodump of the last few weeks had been gruelling and the exams are definitely going to be worse and, hell, she's only twenty-three and she's been looking forward to going out and letting her hair down. After studying her heart out for weeks, months, years, she's definitely earned at least a few drinks with Libby and Boxer and the rest of their fellow graduates. And now she wouldn't be able to because of one stupid mistake and...

And there she goes again. Obsessing about stupid things like drinks when-

"I'm on the pill." She stammers the words like a child, tugging at her dog tags. She can't keep the pleading from her tone as she stares imploringly at this doctor in front of her, even though she knows that no doctor would have spent all that time and money for medical school just to stand here now and prank her.

"The pill is not always one hundred percent reliable, Katie. Missing a tablet-"

"It's just Kate. No one calls me Katie. Not since I was a kid, anyway." Kate interjects, dragging a hand through her hair, snagging on knots she'd been too distracted to tackle that morning. And for a moment, her mind goes on another tangent as she wishes for the millionth time her mother hadn't added that 'I' on her birth certificate. Katie was the name of a child. Not a Naval Officer.

"Kate." Dr Grey corrects herself respectfully, her voice still that same calm murmur she had been through the entire appointment.

"And I haven't. Missed any pills, I mean. I've taken it every single day at the same time for seven years." She tries hard to keep the bite from her tone, because she knows that Dr Grey is not trying to be disrespectful. But it feels as though Kate's whole intelligence is up for debate, as if this situation here was punishment for Kate's stupidity.

Isn't it?

The doctor doesn't seem to be taken aback by Kate's defensiveness though. Instead, she looks thoughtful, as though this supposed medical mystery is simply a Sunday Crossword she's keen to solve. "Well, there have been reports to suggest certain other factors like various medications, antibiotics, even grapefruit has been suggested to cause issues in the pill's effectiveness. Of course, there is still so many mysteries in the human body. But have you perhaps been on any other medications?"

Kate swallows nervously, remembering the sinus infection she just hadn't been able to shake. "I... I had a course of antibiotics about six weeks ago. Or... or seven, maybe?" She trails off, because one week won't change the outcome.

Dr Grey gives a soft smile. "Look, Kate, I can't tell you for sure why your contraception failed. All I can tell you is that we've ran your blood work three times and you yourself did two home tests. And you are definitely pregnant." Pregnant. Pregnant. The words are ringing in her ears over and over again. "But you do have options. Having a child-"

"I know the options." Kate snaps, more harshly than she had intended. Then she curses and sinks lower into her seat. "I'm sorry. I just... I just can't believe..." She trails off, and her eyes travel back to the poster that had caught her eye the moment she'd first arrived in Dr Grey's office - the cross-section of a child in the uterus. "I just don't know what to do."

Dr Grey nods coolly, seemingly unperturbed by Kate's outburst. "Well, Kate, we have a bit of time, so I'm going to go over your options very briefly just to make sure we cover all our bases. Is that okay?" Kate's gaze snaps back to Dr Grey, and she wonders vaguely how old the doctor was, whether she has had children or ever been pregnant. Clenching her shaking hands together, Kate nods, and Dr Grey continues. "Well, obviously you can choose to raise this child. There are many fantastic organisations and groups that can offer you all sorts of support, information and education, both before and after birth. Adoption is a good option if you don't want to terminate the pregnancy. Many families can't have their own child and your baby could help them complete a family, with negotiations made to consider how much, if any, contact and information you would have about the adopted child. Or there's a termination, the benefit being that no one would know and you wouldn't have to proceed with the pregnancy. Although we don't do those sorts of procedures here, I can give you a referral if needed. But I want to stress that this is not a decision you need to make right at this moment." Dr Grey folds her arms neatly in front of her and smiles softly. "Would you like to tell me about the father?"

Kate feels her breath hitch in her throat, like it always does when she thinks about Mike Flynn. "He's..." She hesitates for a moment. "We had two weeks together. And they were perfect. But... it had to end. And... and I thought it was all over. Until..." She trails off, because this is the hitch in the plan. This is the moment that can't be passed over. She might be able to act as though their fortnight together hadn't happened, but she can't ignore this.

"And does he know about your suspicions of pregnancy?"

"No." Kate shakes her head. "No. And he can't know." It's the first time she's felt truly panicked since finding out. "He can never know. Please..." She doesn't know why she adds the 'please'. After all, it's not as though Doctor Grey here would tell Mike Flynn and break confidentiality, even if she had known him. And, hell, she's not sure if she's begging Dr Grey to keep the secret, or some higher entity she's never really believed in. All she knows is that Mike Flynn can never find out about this.

"So I take it he's not in your life anymore?"

Kate lets out a wry laugh and scrapes her hair from her face. "The exact opposite." She murmurs with a humourless smile. "I see him every single day."