June 17th, 2004

It had been a long day. Multiple MVA, gang shootings, food poisoning epidemic, you name it, they had it. Sam barely had a chance to call Alex. She felt like she was coming down with the flu that he had. Sam sat down at the desk and looked at the woman who was sitting in front of her. She looked at her form.

"Annette Wisher?" She asked. The woman nodded.

"Yes." She said.

"What seems to be the problem?" Sam asked. Annette cleared her throat.

"I've had a fever for the past week. I just can't seem to shake it." She said.

"All right, We'll get you a room shortly. You might need some fluids." Sam said, "Just go have a seat and someone will be right over to see you."

"Thank you." Annette smiled and went to go sit down. Sam sighed.

"Hey. There's an IV starting to run dry in five." Susan said walking up to her.

"I'll get right on it." Sam said.

"Anything good for me?" Susan asked. Sam shook her head.

"It's pretty quit for right now. We have a fever you can look at." Sam said. Susan wrinkled her nose.

"Sounds like a good med student case." Susan chuckled.

"For sure." Sam stood up. Maybe she stood up too quickly, but the room began to spin around her. Sam started to stumble forward. Susan caught her before she hit the ground.

"Whoa there." Susan held on her tightly. Sam's knees buckled, "Cooper, help me here."

"Are you okay?" Cooper helped Sam to a gurney. Sam groaned.

"I don't know what came over me." She said. Susan stood in front of her.

"Did you have anything to eat this morning?" Susan asked listening to Sam's heart. She nodded.

"I tried eating that cafeteria food this morning, but I threw it all up." Sam said. Susan nodded as she got the thermometer, "Alex has the flu so I think I'm getting it."

"Open up." Susan said. Sam was going to protest, but Susan shoved the thermometer in her mouth. "Vomiting, dizziness, Anything else?" Susan took the thermometer out, "No fever."

"No. I'm just tired. The normal stuff." Sam said. Susan stared at her. Sam shifted slightly as Susan closed the curtain around them.

"Sam, is your period late?" Susan asked. Sam laughed.

"I don't even know what the date is." Sam smiled.

"The 17th." Susan said. Sam counted in her head and the colour drained from her face.

"V-Very late." She whispered.

"Have you not used protection recently?" Susana asked.

"We use protection. Except..." Sam thought back to the fun on the dishwasher, "Oh God..." Susan sighed softly.

"I'll get a test ready." Susan said.

* * *

Susan lay in the hospital bed. Her stomach was killing her. It was her nerves. She couldn't be pregnant. Her and Luka had been so careful except that one time. God wouldn't be that cruel to her...Right?

"How are you feeling?" Susan asked. Sam shifted in bed.

"I'm terrified." Sam said, "Do you have good news?"

"I don't know what you want the test to say so I don't know." Susan said. Sam took in a deep breath.

"Dr. Lewis, tell me." Sam said.

"Sam, you're pregnant." Susan said. The air seemed to be knocked out of her lungs.

"Oh god, are you sure?" Sam asked. Susan nodded as she watched the tears begin to fill Sam's eyes.

"I'm sure, Sam." Susan said. Tears begin to slide down Sam's face.

"I'm...I'm not ready for another baby." Sam whimpered. Susan sighed.

"Would you like me to call someone down so you can talk to him or her?" Susan said, "Maybe Abby? She has experience in this."

"God, no." Sam wiped her eyes, "The only person I need to talk to is Luka."

"You only have an hour left, but I'm sure it'll be okay." Susan said. Sam nodded as she slid out of bed.
"Thank you." She said.

"Are you okay to drive?" Susan asked. Sam nodded.

"I'm fine." He said softly, "I'll appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone."

"Doctor patient confidentiality." Susan said. Sam smiled weakly.

* * *

Sam walked into the house. Her heart felt like it was going to burst in her chest. She walked into the kitchen where Luka was washing dishes.
"Where's Alex?" Sam asked.

"Laying in bed making a treasure map." He said turning the water off, "What are you doing home so early?"

"Oh..." Sam put her bag down on the kitchen table, "Well, we need to talk..."

"Talk...Bad or good?" He asked drying off his hands.

"I don't know." Sam whispered trying not to cry again. Luka frowned.

"Sam? Is everything all right?" Luka asked. Sam took in a deep breath.

"Luka, I'm...I'm pregnant." Sam said. Luka's knees felt weak. He's held onto the kitchen counter.

"You're pregnant?" He asked.

"Six weeks, I think." She said, "The fun we had on the dishwasher."

"Wow." Luka smiled weakly, "I'm going to be a dad again." Sam stared at him.

"Luka, I don't know if I'm ready for another baby. I just got my career on track." Sam said. Luka looked at the tears in her eyes. He knelt down and took Sam's hands. He kissed her knuckles softly.

"I'm here, Sam. I will always be here." Luka smiled softly, "I love you. We're going to have a baby. I'm not James. This time it's going to be different."

"I'm so scared, Luka." Sam whispered. Luka smiled softly.
"Don't be. You're giving me the best gift you could have ever given me. I'm so happy." Luka pulled her into a kiss. He was so happy that she was pregnant. Sam was still in shock. Luka would stay. He was a different kind of man than James was. It would take same a lot of time to get used to all of this.

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