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TIMELINE: This really doesn't fit in, it's more of an AU fic based on my own twisted musings
ARCHIVE: Go ahead. Make my day. Seriously though, it's all good, just tell me first.
DISCLAIMER: Kim and Jay are mine as are Alan and Chris—no one else belongs to me. I'll give them back unharmed when I'm done
SUMMARY: Donna finds herself in a difficult situation and makes a choice that no woman should ever be forced to make.
SPOILERS: None. Canon sucks right now, so I'm deviating.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Feedback is your friend. Mine too. ;)
Remedy
Quick Menstrual Math Lesson: 2 weeks from a missed period 2 weeks from supposed date of conception (approximately) to date of missed period = 4 weeks pregnant. Good to know this.
On Tuesday night Donna was sitting around on her bed in the shared bedroom of her apartment trying to chart her own cycle and figure out when she had gotten pregnant. This would eliminate one of two possible fathers from the picture: One was Sam's friend Alan, whom she had gone out with a few times and really liked. However, there was the one disadvantage to being Alan's girlfriend—Alan was married, which was something that Alan had never bothered to tell her. They had gotten drunk and Alan said he knew Sam from law school...and when Donna questioned Sam, well, let's just say it all fell apart from there.
While grieving over the loss of Alan, she met Chris. Chris was a 26-year- old staff assistant at thee GAO that she had met while in a bar in Foggy Bottom. Very cute, but he didn't call back, so he ended up as a one-night- stand. Maybe Josh was right when he said that all the guys she dated were gomers. She was starting to believe that herself.
"The father thing will have to wait," she thought, "because right now I need a plan." She knew from the start that she couldn't go through with a full-term pregnancy, so she grabbed her trusty Yellow pages from the bookshelf.
Just then her roommate came home. "Donna! I'm home, but only for a few minutes. Jay is picking me up in 20 minutes—I'm staying over his house tonight, so can you feed the cat before you leave in the morning?"
"Sure, Kim—the can in the fridge, right?"
"Yeah, and some of the stuff in the bag on the microwave. And make sure you refill his water dish!"
"No problem. Have a good night!"
"Donna?" Kim popped her head into Donna's room for a moment and grabbed the condom box off her dresser, "Mind is I borrow one or two?"
"Go ahead. It's not like I'll be needing them for a while."
Kim smiled. "Thanks, Donna! You're the best. I'll see you when you get home from work tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I guess. Bye!"
The slamming of the door signaled Kim's exit and Donna opened up the large directory in front of her to the A section—Abortion services and Alternatives. "There are no alternatives for someone like me," she thought wearily.
After calling a multitude of clinics, she realized that she had to take this into her own hands. Waiting two more weeks for an appointment might possibly kill her sanity and her wallet—Who knew that such a procedure could be so expensive? She remembered that a college roommate of hers had done an abortion herself with tea.
Sometimes, it comes in handy to have once had an Obstetrician boyfriend who left behind all his old medical school textbooks. Looking through those textbooks, she located an emmenogogue recipe to induce a miscarriage. All she had to do was brew a tea with some pennyroyal, blue and black cohosh every 4 hours for 5 days and her situation would be over with.
Now to figure out how to tell her boss that she would need five days off from work. Donna decided to tell him the truth, as all her other excuses would involve Josh offering to accompany her for support—A funeral, family reunion (though she would have had to tell him far in advance), a wedding. "Geez," she thought, "the fact that he is so nice to me really screws things up sometimes."