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Summary: What happens when Jordan's actions have repercussions? How will she react and what will she do?
Note: This is my first fan fic so help me, reviews will be greatly appreciated and I might add more if I receive comments. Enjoy!
'Good God,' was all I could think as I sat in my bathroom staring at the tiles. 'It would happen wouldn't it. If my life wasn't already screwed to hell this had to happen. Damn it! Why did shit always happen to me, I mean honestly you would think losing my mother and all the other crap I've been put through would have been enough. But oh no, the powers that be enjoyed fucking with my life. Hell whenever they got bored it seemed to be, "so fellas what should we put her through this time?"
Jesus, this sucks. I have to figure out what I'm going to do now. This isn't a false alarm is it? One of those change your way scares that will send me back to church or the nut house, I'm not sure which yet, church however seems the least likely option do to my genetic makeup.'
'Calm down,' I told myself. 'You're a scientist you can deal with this, think, calmly rationally. Alright there are three options, well, okay four,' looking back at the three pregnancy tests again I groaned, positive, each of them taunt me with their little grinning plus sign faces. ' Okay, my options: one, abortion, which isn't happening, stupid Catholic guilt screwed up that one. Okay the second option, adoption I'm not going to rule that one out yet. Third, I could keep it, raise it myself and completely screw its life up. Or, the fourth, talk to its father and see what in the hell he wants to do. Okay, ultimately options three and four are the same knowing Woody. Ah fuck, how am I going to tell Woody "Hey you remember that night we got incredibly drunk at your place and both of us woke up not knowing what in the hell happened, yeah well, guess what, I'm pregnant." Right like that would work. Well, he may not even believe me, I mean I was the one who woke up first and got the hell out of there before he even regained consciousness for that always fun morning after scene where you both try to remember what you whispered to the other the night only to wind up as empty as the glass you had been drinking out of the night before.'
I stood up began pacing around the small room. 'How am I going to break the news, Macy, Dad, Nige Bug guess what, I'm pregnant, do to a romp in the sheets and way too much alcohol.' Sitting down on the edge of my tub I placed my head in my hands and contemplated allowing myself the one thing I hadn't done in, God only knew how long. Just as the tears began to prick the inside of my eyes I heard a knock on the door. 'Oh crap, go the hell away! Cant you tell my life has already been destroyed so many times I've stopped attempting to rebuild the infrastructure.'
"Jordan," Lily called through the outside door knocking louder. "Jordan, it's Lily, are you okay?"
'It would be Lily,' I thought. Tossing the pregnancy tests into the trash I walked to the door and opened it only to see Lily's concerned facing staring back at me.
"Jordan, are you okay?" she asks as I motion her in.
'Peachy,' I thought but smile. "I'm just battling the flu bug," I told her, 'sure that will work, at least for a few days. '
"Oh good, I mean, I'm glad it's nothing serious, I mean you've never just run out of the morgue before and everyone was worried."
"Don't worry, I'm fine," I reassured her. 'Such a tangled web we weave Jordan,' I mused.
"Well I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Do you want me to make you some soup or something before I go?" she asks, Lily always the mother hen.
"No, I'm fine, go" I smile, not a real smile and I can tell by her expression she doesn't quite believe me. But that's her job after all, dealing with people, live ones, the ones that can hurt you, which is why I deal with them when their dead, its really hard to be hurt by a dead person.
After showing Lily out I walked back to my bedroom and collapsed. 'Damn, I'm screwed. Okay, I need to talk to someone, a sounding board no one at work at least not just yet. Not Woody hell that would mess things up further at the moment. Dad? No, not yet. Ahhh! This really, really sucks,' I assured myself rolling onto my stomach to bury my face in a pillow.
'Now, I'm just going to sleep, in the morning I'll have come up with a plan.'
The next morning I still had no idea what I was going to do. After waking up and getting ready I arrived at the morgue an hour early and sat in my dark office waiting for some sort of divine guidance on this matter.
"Jordan, are you okay?" Macy asked sticking his head in. "Why are you sitting in here in the dark?"
"Hmm, no I'm fine. I'm just thinking."
"About what," he asked concerned, his self -appointed father role kicking in full force. "Do you want to talk to me about it?"
"No, it 's nothing," I told him forcing a smile that didn't reach my eyes.
He looked at me doubtfully and deciding not to press, smart man, left my office. 'Okay,' I thought. 'I've used the at home pregnancy test, I'm going to make absolutely sure with a visit to yon friendly doctor.' With the new resolution I picked up the phone and scheduled an appointment, just my luck there had been a cancellation for today. Lovely, really lovely.
The morning flew by but I didn't notice so caught up in my own problems. Hell even Bug commented to me that I seemed out of it and asked if I was okay.
The appointment was at one so I used my lunch break as an excuse to only cement facts that I already knew. Walking back into the lab even more in a stupor then I had been before I collided with the one person I was trying to avoid.
"Jordan, are you okay?" Woody asked grabbing my arms before I fell to the ground.
I looked up at his face and into his concerned blue eyes and broke down into to tears running back out of the morgue and heading for my dad's bar.
"Jahden, what's wrong?" Dad asked the minute I sat down at the bar. Obviously I was looking as bad as I felt or he was picking up my heightened stress level with his super father senses. "Nothing," I lied and swirled the drink in front of me, 'cant drink it now,' I mused.
"You know better then to lie to me," he pressed. "So spill."
Okay, he asked for it, "I'm pregnant."
He deliberately put the glass down he had been drying, "what?"
"I'm pregnant," I repeated laying my head on the bar and dissolving into tears, the second time that day, this pregnancy was going to be hell.
"Does Woodrow know yet?" he asked, taking it much better than I had anticipated.
"No- how did you-"I began put stopped when he just looked at me.
"What are you going to do Jahden?" he asked, always the pragmatist.
"I don't know," I told him wiping the tears from my eyes.
"Jordan, are you alright?" Woody asked running up to the bar. "What's wrong?"
Never have a relationship with a cop, or anyone who can follow you when all you need is to be away from them to wallow in self-pity and doubt.
"Nothing," I lied and catching his disbelieving look I smile my best 'my day's filled with nothing but sunshine and daises' smile, which was completely unbelievable due to my red puffy eyes and running mascara, yet another reason I hate to cry.
"Jordan," he began in the 'my patience is wearing really thin' tone.
"She's pregnant," Dad told him, looking challengingly at poor Woody who looked like Dad had just introduced him to an extra -terrestrial.
"Thanks Dad," I glare at him.
"Jordan?" Woody turned to me his eyes full of disbelief and shock. "That's not funny."
"You're telling me," I told him. Hell I was scared shitless and spoiling for a fight.
"Who's the f-" Woody began but was cut off by a look from my father. "But how- oh my God."
Summary: What happens when Jordan's actions have repercussions? How will she react and what will she do?
Note: This is my first fan fic so help me, reviews will be greatly appreciated and I might add more if I receive comments. Enjoy!
'Good God,' was all I could think as I sat in my bathroom staring at the tiles. 'It would happen wouldn't it. If my life wasn't already screwed to hell this had to happen. Damn it! Why did shit always happen to me, I mean honestly you would think losing my mother and all the other crap I've been put through would have been enough. But oh no, the powers that be enjoyed fucking with my life. Hell whenever they got bored it seemed to be, "so fellas what should we put her through this time?"
Jesus, this sucks. I have to figure out what I'm going to do now. This isn't a false alarm is it? One of those change your way scares that will send me back to church or the nut house, I'm not sure which yet, church however seems the least likely option do to my genetic makeup.'
'Calm down,' I told myself. 'You're a scientist you can deal with this, think, calmly rationally. Alright there are three options, well, okay four,' looking back at the three pregnancy tests again I groaned, positive, each of them taunt me with their little grinning plus sign faces. ' Okay, my options: one, abortion, which isn't happening, stupid Catholic guilt screwed up that one. Okay the second option, adoption I'm not going to rule that one out yet. Third, I could keep it, raise it myself and completely screw its life up. Or, the fourth, talk to its father and see what in the hell he wants to do. Okay, ultimately options three and four are the same knowing Woody. Ah fuck, how am I going to tell Woody "Hey you remember that night we got incredibly drunk at your place and both of us woke up not knowing what in the hell happened, yeah well, guess what, I'm pregnant." Right like that would work. Well, he may not even believe me, I mean I was the one who woke up first and got the hell out of there before he even regained consciousness for that always fun morning after scene where you both try to remember what you whispered to the other the night only to wind up as empty as the glass you had been drinking out of the night before.'
I stood up began pacing around the small room. 'How am I going to break the news, Macy, Dad, Nige Bug guess what, I'm pregnant, do to a romp in the sheets and way too much alcohol.' Sitting down on the edge of my tub I placed my head in my hands and contemplated allowing myself the one thing I hadn't done in, God only knew how long. Just as the tears began to prick the inside of my eyes I heard a knock on the door. 'Oh crap, go the hell away! Cant you tell my life has already been destroyed so many times I've stopped attempting to rebuild the infrastructure.'
"Jordan," Lily called through the outside door knocking louder. "Jordan, it's Lily, are you okay?"
'It would be Lily,' I thought. Tossing the pregnancy tests into the trash I walked to the door and opened it only to see Lily's concerned facing staring back at me.
"Jordan, are you okay?" she asks as I motion her in.
'Peachy,' I thought but smile. "I'm just battling the flu bug," I told her, 'sure that will work, at least for a few days. '
"Oh good, I mean, I'm glad it's nothing serious, I mean you've never just run out of the morgue before and everyone was worried."
"Don't worry, I'm fine," I reassured her. 'Such a tangled web we weave Jordan,' I mused.
"Well I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Do you want me to make you some soup or something before I go?" she asks, Lily always the mother hen.
"No, I'm fine, go" I smile, not a real smile and I can tell by her expression she doesn't quite believe me. But that's her job after all, dealing with people, live ones, the ones that can hurt you, which is why I deal with them when their dead, its really hard to be hurt by a dead person.
After showing Lily out I walked back to my bedroom and collapsed. 'Damn, I'm screwed. Okay, I need to talk to someone, a sounding board no one at work at least not just yet. Not Woody hell that would mess things up further at the moment. Dad? No, not yet. Ahhh! This really, really sucks,' I assured myself rolling onto my stomach to bury my face in a pillow.
'Now, I'm just going to sleep, in the morning I'll have come up with a plan.'
The next morning I still had no idea what I was going to do. After waking up and getting ready I arrived at the morgue an hour early and sat in my dark office waiting for some sort of divine guidance on this matter.
"Jordan, are you okay?" Macy asked sticking his head in. "Why are you sitting in here in the dark?"
"Hmm, no I'm fine. I'm just thinking."
"About what," he asked concerned, his self -appointed father role kicking in full force. "Do you want to talk to me about it?"
"No, it 's nothing," I told him forcing a smile that didn't reach my eyes.
He looked at me doubtfully and deciding not to press, smart man, left my office. 'Okay,' I thought. 'I've used the at home pregnancy test, I'm going to make absolutely sure with a visit to yon friendly doctor.' With the new resolution I picked up the phone and scheduled an appointment, just my luck there had been a cancellation for today. Lovely, really lovely.
The morning flew by but I didn't notice so caught up in my own problems. Hell even Bug commented to me that I seemed out of it and asked if I was okay.
The appointment was at one so I used my lunch break as an excuse to only cement facts that I already knew. Walking back into the lab even more in a stupor then I had been before I collided with the one person I was trying to avoid.
"Jordan, are you okay?" Woody asked grabbing my arms before I fell to the ground.
I looked up at his face and into his concerned blue eyes and broke down into to tears running back out of the morgue and heading for my dad's bar.
"Jahden, what's wrong?" Dad asked the minute I sat down at the bar. Obviously I was looking as bad as I felt or he was picking up my heightened stress level with his super father senses. "Nothing," I lied and swirled the drink in front of me, 'cant drink it now,' I mused.
"You know better then to lie to me," he pressed. "So spill."
Okay, he asked for it, "I'm pregnant."
He deliberately put the glass down he had been drying, "what?"
"I'm pregnant," I repeated laying my head on the bar and dissolving into tears, the second time that day, this pregnancy was going to be hell.
"Does Woodrow know yet?" he asked, taking it much better than I had anticipated.
"No- how did you-"I began put stopped when he just looked at me.
"What are you going to do Jahden?" he asked, always the pragmatist.
"I don't know," I told him wiping the tears from my eyes.
"Jordan, are you alright?" Woody asked running up to the bar. "What's wrong?"
Never have a relationship with a cop, or anyone who can follow you when all you need is to be away from them to wallow in self-pity and doubt.
"Nothing," I lied and catching his disbelieving look I smile my best 'my day's filled with nothing but sunshine and daises' smile, which was completely unbelievable due to my red puffy eyes and running mascara, yet another reason I hate to cry.
"Jordan," he began in the 'my patience is wearing really thin' tone.
"She's pregnant," Dad told him, looking challengingly at poor Woody who looked like Dad had just introduced him to an extra -terrestrial.
"Thanks Dad," I glare at him.
"Jordan?" Woody turned to me his eyes full of disbelief and shock. "That's not funny."
"You're telling me," I told him. Hell I was scared shitless and spoiling for a fight.
"Who's the f-" Woody began but was cut off by a look from my father. "But how- oh my God."