A/N: Halfway point! (Well, technically it's an odd numbered first season, but still, this was the "mid-season finale.") Of course I'm not going to make you wait that long for the next chapter/episode.

Turning Tables

Just Say Yes

"Come on, Grace. Say it. Just say you'll go out with me again. I'm not with Madison anymore, okay? That's over and in the past."

Adrian yawned, tired of listening to Jack's pleading. She shut her locker door and walked up behind Grace, catching the jock's attention. She placed a hand on Grace's shoulder and pushed the cheerleader behind her. "I think Grace has made it pretty clear she doesn't want anything to do with your pathetic ass. Just accept that and move on, Pappas."

"This is between me and Grace, Adrian. It's none of your business."

"Oh?" she smirked. "You were certainly singing a different tune a month ago when you came over to my condo propositioning me to have sex with you in order to make Grace and Ricky jealous. It wasn't 'none of my business' then…even after I turned you down and then you just began begging me for sex for the hell of it."

Grace's jaw dropped. "I can't believe you, Jack Pappas! You're – you're horrible!"

Jack grit his teeth. "Thanks a lot, Adrian!"

Adrian flipped her hair over her shoulder in satisfaction as she watched the jock disappear down the hallway. "Asshole."

"Thanks, Adrian," Grace said, her face caught somewhere between gratefulness and a scowl. "Sometimes I feel like he's stalking me, he just won't leave me alone."

"Maybe it's time you get a new boyfriend?"

Grace shrugged. "I haven't really been into anyone."

"Except Ricky."

"Well," Grace blushed, "yeah. But…" She motioned her hand at the majorette. "I can't exactly do that to a friend. Especially when he might be the father of your baby. It's just too complicated."

"Tell me about it." Adrian touched her belly, hidden behind the flowy fabric of a new baby doll top that George had bought her after learning of her pregnancy.

"So how are things going with you, Ben, and Ricky?" Grace asked casually, following behind Adrian like a puppy. "The last couple weeks have been a little hectic and I haven't really gotten to talk to you much since the Slut Walk."

"They're going," Adrian said simply. "Not very well, but they're going. Ricky still wants me to get the amniocentesis and he's got Ben all hyped on the idea too, but that's just not going to happen." She shrugged. "I'm going to have my first doctor's appointment after school today."

"Really!"

"Don't act so chipper, it's just a sonogram. It's not like I'm learning the sex of the baby or anything."

"But still, that's so amazing, Adrian! I mean, you're going to get to hear the heartbeat, right?" Grace clasped her hands together appearing as if she might drop into a prayer. "Oh, that's so exciting! You have to tell me how it goes! Please? Please?"

Adrian rolled her eyes. "Is this what all you cheerleaders are like?" She shook her head, still not entirely sold on the whole friends-with-Grace Bowman idea, but she had to admit, her school life had gotten better – and more social – since Grace had organized the Slut Walk, so she had to give the blonde some credit. "It's really nothing," she went on. "Just a routine thing." But at the sight of Grace's longing puppy face, she finally gave in. "Fine! I'll give you a call later. Maybe."

"Oh!" Grace began to bounce up and down. "Thank you! Thank you!"

"Yeah, whatever."

"Are Ben and Ricky going with you?"

"You're kidding, right?" Adrian frowned. "You're not. Of course you're not." Sometimes she couldn't believe how dense the girl could be. "Don't you think that would be just a wee–" she pinched held her index finger barely above her thumb and pushed them into Grace's face "–bit awkward? No way am I taking them. I'm not sure I'd even take one of them if I did know who the father was!"

"Then who are you going with?"

"My mother's taking me. Her flight lands in," Adrian glanced at her cell phone, "an hour, so I'm meeting her after school and we're going."

Grace clapped her hands together. "I'm so excited for you!"

"Clearly."

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"Ricky!" Margaret's voice called from the other side of the door, followed by a stern knock. "Are you up yet? You're going to be late for school if you don't leave soon!" The door knob twisted and opened, revealing Ricky's foster mother.

"I was up and showered hours ago, before you and Dad even got up." Ricky was seated at his computer, eyes glued to the screen.

"Something wrong?"

"Couldn't sleep."

"What're you up to?" Margaret walked up behind her son and examined what he was watching on screen.

"It's a sonogram. Someone uploaded one to YouTube. I've been looking at them all morning."

"Oh?"

Ricky sighed. "Adrian's having her first sonogram today."

"And are you going?"

"I wasn't invited. Why would I be? She doesn't even know who the father is." He paused the video. "I guess it doesn't matter anyway," he sighed, exiting the screen.

"I'm glad to see you're excited about the baby."

"Who said I was excited? I just wanted to know how a sonogram works, it's not like I've ever seen one before and probably never will, not in real life anyway."

"I'm sure that when you're ready – if you're ready – and you find the right girl in your distant future, you will end up getting to see a sonogram in person."

Ricky shook his head. "No. Adrian's baby isn't mine, I'm never having kids. If it is, I'm never having anymore."

"Why not?"

"It's too dangerous."

"Ricky." Margaret sighed and took a seat on the edge of his bed. "You know as well as I do that everything that happened between you and your father-"

"Bob is not my father. I know who my father is, he's a doctor and he's married to you. Bob is the one who abused me and he's in prison. He's evil."

"And you're not. And you can't pass that down to your child."

"How do you know?"

"Because I know. I know you, Ricky. That's not who you are. You may not always do the right thing, but you're a good young man at heart. You nothing like Bob Underwood and you could never be, even if you tried." She patted him on the knees. "Now turn off that computer, you're going to be late!"

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"So has your dad come home yet?" Ben inquired as they stood by the band room.

"No." Amy tucked her hair behind her ear. "But I talked to him on the phone last night. Says he's gonna be home soon; said he loves me, then asked to speak with Ashley."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Ashley's convinced he's cheating on her."

Ben's eyed bulged. "What do you think?"

"I don't know. It's all circumstantial, but…she does raise from pretty good points. I just – I can't understand that, though, can you? I can't fathom how people can cheat on the person they supposedly love. And him and my mom, they've always been so in love!"

Ben wrapped his arms around her for the first time in weeks to hug her and was surprised when she returned the gesture. "I don't understand that either. Do you think they fell out of love? Or your dad did? Not that I'm justifying him or anything."

Amy shook her head. "I don't know. I guess I won't know anything until he gets back, so I can confront him about it in person." She looked up as the bell rang. "I guess we'd better get going." She squeezed his hand. "Good luck with the sonogram!"

Ben watched her run off towards the stairs and looked down at the hand she'd just touched. He touched his fingers to his palm and imagined Amy was still handing it. "Yeah, the sonogram." He hurried down the hall to his first class, but his mind couldn't focus on anything the teacher was scrolling across the board. It was too unbelievable to believe that Adrian was already ten weeks pregnant. Two-and-a-half months!

The pregnancy this, the pregnancy that. It was all anyone seemed to talk about anymore, whether it was at school in the hallways, or at home with his dad or hanging out with Alice and Henry or even when he was studying with Amy. Pregnancy, pregnancy, pregnancy! It just made him feel more nervous and insecure than anything.

"Mr. Boykewich? Did you hear me?"

Ben snapped out of reverie and shook his head at the teacher's scowl. "Sorry, I didn't-"

"Obviously. I asked you if you would read the next section allowed, but since you don't even have your book out-"

"Right, sorry!" Ben bumbled into his bag, yanking out his course book and scrambled to find the correct page.

"You can stay after class, Mr. Boykewich."

Ben slumped back into his seat and opened his book to a random page, cursing the woman on the inside.

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"Oh god!" Adrian thrust her hand over her eyes and turned away from the sight of George standing in the living room, wearing only a bath towel wrapped around his waist.

George scampered back into the hallway to hide behind the wall, with only his head poking around corner. "What are you doing here?" he yelped. "I thought you were going to some appointment after school!"

"Yeah, but my mom is going with me! She was going to drive-" Adrian stopped mid sentence when she saw the fallen look on George's face. "What? What are you making that face for?"

"Adrian, your mom's not here."

"Excuse me?"

George looked guilty. "She left a message on my cell earlier, she said there was some unexpected layover in Boston. I'm sorry, Adrian. I thought you knew."

"No!" Adrian punched the back of the couch. "Of course I didn't know! I forgot to charge my phone last night, it died at lunchtime." She yanked her dead cell from her purse and ran past George into her room, plugged it into her charger, and scrambled to turn it on. As soon as the screen lit up, it informed her of a new message. Adrian placed her phone to her ear and whimpered as she heard her mother's voice on the other end.

"Adrian, sweetie, it's me. I'm so sorry to have to tell you this, but there's been a problem at the airport. The plane needed repair, so there they called for a last minute layover. I'm so sorry, Chica, but I won't be able to make it to make it to the sonogram today."

Adrian closed her eyes. It sounded as if her mother's voice was breaking at the end and it only fueled the frustration she was already feeling in her chest. She threw her phone onto the bed. "Damnit!" she screamed, her voice shattering.

George peeked into the room, this time dressed in pants and a blue t-shirt. "I'm sorry, Adrian."

"Leave me alone," Adrian whimpered, feeling tears sting her eyes.

George moved across the floor and hugged her, despite her struggling against him. "I know how important it is to need someone at your first sonogram."

"You don't know anything." She shook George off her and crawled onto her bed. "Just leave me alone, okay? You're not my father, so you don't have any business comforting me. Hell, you have no business comforting your own two daughters while you're over here sleeping in my mother's bed while you're still married to your wife!"

George pointed his finger at her. "Hey!" he scolded. "Don't act all high and mighty with me. You're not Little Miss Perfect yourself, you know!"

"I've got two possible baby daddies, so yeah, I know I'm not perfect! Unlike your Precious Little Amy!" Adrian waved her arm. "Just get out, George! Get out and leave me the hell alone!" She felt a twinge of regret as George left her room with his proverbial tail between his legs, but she felt that overall, he deserved it. Adrian glanced at the clock and noted the time, an hour before her appointment. "What am I supposed to do now? Cancel?"

She hopped off her bed and moved to the study desk, which George had installed in her room the week before, and turned on her laptop. When the Google screen came up, she searched for the online white pages. A few minutes later, she returned to her bed and dialed in a number. It rang three times before an unfamiliar voice picked up.

"Bowman household, Kathleen speaking."

"Mrs. Bowman?"

"This is she. May I ask who I'm speaking to?"

"A-Adrian. Adrian Lee. I was wondering if Grace was home?"

"Adrian," Mrs. Bowman said delightedly. "How are you? Grace has been talking about you."

Adrian swallowed back the funny feeling in her throat. "Fine, thank you."

"That's wonderful. Hold on a second, I'll go get Grace."

Adrian laid back in her bed and stared at the ceiling.

"Adrian?"

"Grace, hi."

"Hi! I wasn't expecting to hear from you, is something wrong?"

"Uh, yeah. My mom, she's not back yet, apparently something went wrong with the plane and-"

"Oh no! That's terrible, did you have to reschedule?"

"Well, no. That's what I was calling about, actually. I was wondering if – if maybe…you could go with me?"

"You don't have anyone else?"

"If you don't want to, that's fine-"

"No! I'm not saying that at all, of course I'd love to go with you! I was just making sure you didn't have any other family that you might want to come more."

"It's just my mom and I."

"I'd be honored to come! I'm so glad you thought of me!"

Adrian shut her eyes, beginning to regret the idea. Grace was a good person, overall, but her peppiness could get grating far too easily. She could practically see Grace grinning on the other end of the line; could almost hear the exclamation points in her voice. "Great," she said finally. "I'll pick you up then, what's your address?" Adrian scribbled down the address as Grace rattled it off.

"Oh, I can't wait!"

"Yeah, thanks Grace. I'll see you soon. Bye." She hung up before the blonde could say goodbye.

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Amy walked into her living room with a tray containing two turkey and provolone sandwiches and a couple of apple juice boxes. She slid it onto the table in front of Ben, who was hunched over his mathematics textbook. "It's just regular old lunch meat, not your dad's. We ran out and my mom has been on a tight budget, I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all." Ben picked up a sandwich and nibbled it. "Thanks. Thanks for everything; for being such an amazing friend, even if that's only what we are to each other right now."

"It's just better that way. For me. I know it's not fair to you, because all of this happened before we ever even knew each other, but it still effects me, you know? I can understand why you and Adrian…happened. I mean, it could have just as easily been me and Ricky, but, still."

Ben punched the straw into his juice box and drank it in one go, then returned to eating the sandwich Amy had prepared for him.

"Are you alright?"

"What would make you think otherwise?"

"You're scarfing. You tend to scarf when you're upset."

"I do not."

Amy rolled her eyes. "Yes you do!" She scooted closer to him and leaned over to inspect his math problems. "Math troubles?"

"Not unless it's probability of whether or not I'm the father of Adrian's baby. That one I just can't figure out."

"I thought you didn't want to talk about Adrian and the baby?"

"I don't."

"Well, Ben, you're the one who keeps bringing it up."

"I am?" Ben set his empty plate on the table and looked at Amy. "Remember when you asked me about what I envisioned my future like?"

"I believe you asked me first, but yeah. Why?"

"I think maybe I was wrong. I think maybe I always figured I'd fall into your typical mold: finish high school, maybe go to college, meet The One, fall in love, get married, have kids, and live happily ever after. I love kids, you know. Just not in high school."

"Do you want this baby, Ben? Are you hoping it's yours?"

"No. Of course not. But, I don't know. If it is mine, do you think I could do it? Be a good father I mean?"

"I think the fact that you're thinking about these things at all is already a sign of a good father. Some – especially teens – don't even give a crap."

Without saying anything, Ben reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. For the first time since they'd met, he typed up a simple text message to Adrian Lee and hit Send.

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Adrian lifted her fingers to her lips, staring in awe at the sonogram screen.

"Oh my God!" Grace gasped. She looked ten seconds from imploding, with the size of her smile tracking the countdown. The blonde hopped around the bed and pushed her face to the screen, pointing to the wriggling form in the middle. "Look at it!" she squealed. "That's your baby, Adrian! A real life mini person growing inside your belly!"

"Womb, not belly," Adrian corrected. But she, too, couldn't wipe the ridiculous smile off her way. Then a sound started to pulsate from the speakers as the doctor maneuvered the dials. "Is that…" She waited, looking expectantly at the doctor.

"Yes," she confirmed. "That's the heartbeat."

Adrian shut her eyes, allowing the sound of her child's heartbeat to reverberate off her eardrums. "I can't believe it."

"The miracle of life!" Grace gushed. She bounced over to Adrian's side and touched her arm. "Oh, Adrian! How can I thank you? This is one of the best experiences of my life! This is just…" She looked up at the ceiling. "God's work in action!"

"To start with, stop talking about God would be helpful. And second, quiet." She lifted her finger to her lips. "I'm trying to listen."

Grace tilted her head back and forth while zipping an imaginary zipper across her lips and throwing away the key. She bounced up and down a little more.

"Are we able to get pictures?" Adrian asked, still staring at the monitor. "My mom was supposed to be with me today, but she couldn't make it."

"Of course," the doctor smiled. "How many do you need?"

"Just one." Then, as an afterthought she added. "Or, maybe, three?"

"Three?"

Adrian nodded. "Yeah, three should do it."

"Alright then," she nodded. "I'll be right back."

Adrian returned her eyes to the monitor. It was amazing how much she could see at only ten weeks: clearly a head and body and itsy bitsy little limbs, even if the image as a whole did look a bit like a miniature Roswellian. "But that's my little Roswell," she whispered, eyes gleaming. "You're all mine."