Sara shifted back and forth on her feet as she stood in the drug store aisle. Her eyes darted back and forth to make sure that there was no one nearby. Biting her lip she turned her attention to the multitude of products on the shelf in front of her. Pregnancy tests. "Why do there have to be so many of these stupid things? Bad enough that a girl has to wonder about being pregnant, but then she has to try and determine which test is best."

"Excuse me miss, can I help you with what you're looking for?"

Sara nearly jumped and turned around to find an elderly man in a pharmacists coat looking at her with a kind smile. She blushed. "Um, no. You see I was just… um, browsing…"

The man nodded. "I understand. You're here for a friend."

Sara blinked. "Yes, how did you know?"

"Most woman your age who stand in this aisle and act like you have been acting for the past five minuets are here for a 'friend'."

"But I really am here for a friend," Sara said, rather irked that this man was presuming she was the one the test would be for. Still part of her new it was to be expected. If it really was her she would be saying it was for a friend.

"I believe you." The man reached over and pulled a box from the shelf and pressed it into Sara's hand. "This one is best choice. It has an accuracy rate of 90. And I hope everything turns out the way you want it." With that he turned and left her alone.

Sara looked at the box in her hand; she figured she might as well grab some other stuff while she was here. It would look less like she was here just for a pregnancy test. Besides, the med kit needed restocking.

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Back at the apartment Sara dropped her bag of purchases on the table, went over to the cupboard and pulled out the med kit, setting it next to the bag. Next she grabbed the phone off the hook and wandered into the bedroom as she dialed.

"Hey, Mary, it's Sara. I got it… do you want to come over here or should I come to you?" Sara paced back and forth. "Alright, I'll be over there in about twenty minuets."

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Murphy and Connor came into the apartment and went into the kitchen looking for something to eat.

"Looks like Sara did some shopping." Murphy opened the bag on the table while Connor went to the fridge and began pulling out the fixings to make a couple of sandwiches. Seeing that is was all stuff for the med kit Murphy began to transfer the gauze, disinfectant and other such items.

"What are you doing?"

Murphy looked up at Sara who was standing in the doorway with the phone in her hand. "Just putting this stuff away for ya."

"Right." Sara stuck the phone back on the hook and walked over taking the bag with its few remaining items from his hand. "Thanks, but I'll finish up. Just want to make sure it's all organized properly."

"Suit yerself." Murphy shrugged and went over to the fridge, pulling out a couple of beers.

Connor finished the first sandwich and handed it to his brother. Murphy took it and sat back down at the table. As he lifted his beer to his mouth, out of the corner of his eye he saw Sara quickly remove something from the bag and into her purse, at the same time the receipt fell out and onto the floor. Sara didn't notice, she just tossed the empty bag into the garbage and put away the med kit. Grabbing her purse she walked over to Connor and hugged him, giving him a kiss on the lips.

"I'm heading back out. I'll see you later tonight."

Connor put down the knife he was using and pulled Sara tighter against him. "Yer not going anywhere till you give me a proper hello, followed by a proper goodbye."

Sara wrinkled her nose. "Not with Murphy in the room."

"Fine," Connor kissed her lightly on the nose. "But ya better plan on making up for this indiscretion this evening."

Pulling out of his arms, Sara stepped back. "I'm not so sure about tonight." She looked at Murphy and then back at Connor. "But let's talk about this later, when it's just the two of us. Okay?"

Connor stared after her as she left, and then turned to Murphy. "Did I just get blown off?"

"Aye that ya did. Not so nice is it."

Connor pulled out a chair from the table and sat down. "Something is up, first Mary…"

"Who is still actin' fuckin' weird."

"…and now Sara. And I'm pretty sure I didn't say or do anything."

"Woman, who knows." Murphy leaned over and picked up the receipt that had fallen unto the floor.

"What's that?"

"Drug store receipt. Sara dropped it."

"See if she paid with cash. Might want to hang on to so she can record it if not."

Murphy looked at the bottom of the receipt. "She paid cash." He then scanned the list of items bought. His eyes got wide. "Fuck."

"What?"

Murphy handed the receipt to Connor. "I think I might have figured out why ya just got a bit of cold shoulder. I saw her put something into her bag rather in secretive sort of way. Look at the fifth thing listed that she bought."

Connor's eyes went where indicated. "Home pregnancy test…fuck. Sara might be pregnant? This can't be happening. We've always been so careful."

"Are ya hundred percent sure?"

"Fuck yes…" Connor let the receipt slip from of fingers. "Except, oh shit. The first time, on her birthday… oh fuck."

"That was two months ago."

"It would make sense though. Jesus Murphy, I aint ready to be a dad."

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Author's Note: Oh the web of confusion that I weave, not only does Mary still not know for certain, and Murphy not know at all, but now Connor thinks it's Sara! Review!