Title: Shiver
Rating: M (To be safe—you never know!)
Summary: "Always expect the unexpected." A one night stand leaves Jack with some extra baggage.
Pairing(s): Jack/OC

Author's Note: (Gasp) a broken condom! Oh no!

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Disclaimer: It's a shame how I own nothing.

Chapter Three
Panic

It felt like in an instant the entire room was spinning. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't think. Her heart was racing a mile a minute and a feeling of dizziness crept over her. Her vision went from viewing a blurred room to viewing darkness.

Audrey's eyes fluttered open a few minutes later. She sat up and placed a hand on her forehead; the throbbing sensation was too much to abide. She looked down at her flat stomach, "Oh fuck no…please no."

It hadn't even been confirmed that she was carrying the legitimate offspring of an aspiring rock star. But, the small chance that she could be, made her nauseous.

Audrey steadied her breathing and climbed onto the bed, only to hear a small crunching sound. She snatched the paper, evidently perturbed, and her eyes skimmed over it quickly.

We should really stop doing this.
But, just in case you feel like repeating the amazing process, give me a call.
555-4875

J.Mercer

"Oh, he's getting a call alright," Audrey glowered as she stood and walked into the bathroom.

"Audrey Clark…" Jack greeted as he pulled out the metal chair located on the Restaurant's patio.

"J.Mercer," She replied, brown paper bag in hand. She had called Jack about twenty minutes after she had read the paper. Audrey was surprised when he answered and agreed—no questions asked---to meet her at a local place called The Garden. If only he knew what he had coming.

"It's just Jack," He shrugged with a grin as he brought the glass of water to his lips.

Audrey found the act repulsive and grimaced on the inside, "You left quickly this morning," she stated as she prepared to launch her sneak attack. 'Look at him—as cool as a mother fucking cucumber.' She thought as she studied his composure awaiting his answer.

"Well, you know how it is. Places to go people to see…" He replied, nonchalantly.

Audrey nodded and tapped a finger on her chin, "So, not only are you screwing me, but you're screwing other women too?"

Jack grinned and titled his head to the side, "I wouldn't exactly say that…"

"Well, you are a professed rock star, so why not adopt the lifestyle while you're at it?"

He changed the subject, with a scrunched up nose and a nod of his head, he finally acknowledged the bag, "What do you have there?"

That was her cue. Audrey smiled and slid the bag over towards him, "Oh, just a little something you left at my place."

His eyes glistened with curiosity, "Really? I thought that I had everything covered…"

Audrey smirked, "Oh, nope, not everything." She was amused watching as his face twisted into disgust and he quickly closed the bag.

"You came here to give me a—condom?" He whispered as Audrey glared at him.

"Maybe you should take a closer look, Fabio," She spat as he shot her a look that screamed 'you're a crazy bitch'.

"No, fuck no. This is insane! You come here giving me a used condom. This thing could have STDs on it!"

"You're the one that wore it, dumbass! And as for the part about STDs, I should be worried since the stupid piece of shit broke!"

"What?" Jack ripped open the bag and examined the evidence. "Holy, shit."

"Jack, I need to know if you used a condom a few days ago…" Audrey began, her expression softened but still very much serious.

Jack raised an eyebrow and shook his head, "I can't remember. You didn't—" Jack cleared his throat. "Feel, anything?"

She rolled her eyes and let out a sigh, "Jack, I was so fucking drunk I'm surprised I remembered what you looked like."

He looked down at the Rolex, located on his right wrist, "Well, I have to go. It's almost time for sound check. Let me know if anything happens."

"Don't do anything until you know for sure." Mikaela, Audrey's best friend, advised as she handed her a cup of water. Audrey had told her about her situation, and, being her usual self, Mikaela compared it to the bad Lifetime Movies she constantly criticizes.

"You don't even know—" Mikaela furrowed her eyebrows and twisted a brown strand of hair in front of her. "Jake?"

Audrey rolled her eyes, "It's Jack." She groaned and put her head in her hands. Sighing heavily, her hazel eyes fell on her flat abdomen and she slowly ran her hand over it, "I'm such a fucking idiot." Her head shot up, "What if I'm---" She couldn't even say it. But the small gesture of pointing her eyes towards her stomach spoke for itself.

"You'll worry about it then," Mikaela stated as she placed her hand on Audrey's knee and gave it a comforting squeeze.

"How can I worry about it later when I can't stop worrying about it now?" Audrey questioned as silence filled the room once more.

Mikaela smiled and clapped her hands together, "I know what will make you feel better. Comfort food!" She stood and walked into the nearby kitchen only to emerge seconds later holding an ice cream cake.

"Oh, Mikaela, I can't even think about eating cake right now. It makes me nauseous." Audrey paused for a moment. Realizing that the word 'nauseous' escaped through her lips. Audrey shivered. Isn't that a symptom? "Oh..." She groaned as she slumped down in her chair, wallowing in the anxiousness that engulfed her body.