Ok, so I'm getting these reviews saying that you hate the "Chuck and Jenny pairing". First thing, technically, there is no "pairing" yet. No one is dating Jenny, so technically she can't be in a pairing with Chuck. And second, I don't care if you don't like that idea. Fairly, I don't really care for it. Chuck and Blair were meant for each other. I just wanted to write what could've happened if Chuck and Jenny made a mistake. But you have your opinions, but if you don't like it, I don't exactly care about them.

-S

I got up and forced myself to look at the test results. 2 lines. Positive. I was pregnant. By CHUCK BASS! My life was officially over.

Maybe it was a mistake. Hopefully it was a mistake. I can't be pregnant! I'm only 16!

I couldn't help worrying that it wasn't a mistake. There was only one way to find out. A doctor. Just, how would I get there? Why did Blair have to interrupt me and Eric? Then there would at least be a possibility that it could be his.

Eric. I hadn't talked to him since we almost had sex in a chapel. He'd called a couple times a day for a week after it happened but I didn't answer. What the hell would I say? Out of nowhere, my phone rang. My dad was calling. No. I wasn't going to answer it. I couldn't. Not right now. If I did, I'd probably wind up telling him about the baby that I'm not quite sure even exists yet.

I don't know why or how I did it, but somehow, I rejected my dad's call and dialed Eric's number. He picked up almost immediately.

"Jenny! I tried to get ahold of you I don't even know how many times and you didn't answer. What's up?" he asked.

"I-um-I think I need your help."

"With what?"

"I don't want to tell you on the phone. Meet me on the Met steps?" I asked hopefully.

"Uh, ok. Jenny, how big is this problem that you can't tell me in person?"

"Well, right now not very big, but if we ignore it then it will get huge." I explained.

"Ok. I'll meet you there. 4:00?"

"Yeah, sure. Bye." I hung up the phone. I was going to get him to go to the doctors with me.

3:53 pm...

"JENNY!" Eric yelled from across the steps, waving to get my attention.

"Hey." I said as he hugged me.

"So, what is this growing problem that you couldn't tell me over the phone?"

"Uh, I-I-" My voice quivered as I tried to fight the tears.

"Jenny, why are you crying?" he asked me gently.

"I might be pregnant!" I blurted out.

"Oh my god. Now I understand your pain. It's Chuck's isn't it?"

"Well obviously. Who else's could it be?" I said, a little snappier than I intended.

"Calm down, J. I'll help you get checked by a good doctor, but we won't be able to get an appointment today."

"Ugh! How long do we have to wait?"

"I'm not sure, we haven't made an appointment yet. Don't worry, you'll live. Anyway, we have a few things between us to sort out while we wait." Eric reminded me.

"Wait, while we're waiting I don't want anyone to see me and wonder why I'm here. What can we do to hide me?"

"We could get a hotel room."

"Good idea. Lets go before someone notices me and sends a tip to Gossip Girl." I suggested as we got in a cab and went to the most reputable doctor's office on the upper east side.

5:03 pm...

Here I was, going into a hotel room with my best friend/step brother/recent almost sex partner. That sounds really wrong when you put it together. We had just set up a doctor's visit for me tomorrow afternoon. Eric would go into the actual room with me to be there so I wouldn't have to be alone.

"So, what happened with us that night-" He started.

"The night I might have gotten pregnant." I interrupted him.

"What did it mean to you?"

"I don't know. I haven't really thought of it much."

"Well, I haven't either, but do you think we should? You know, to figure out where we stand?" Eric asked me.

"We don't stand anywhere. We're practically siblings. And it's not like you'd want me if I was pregnant with Chuck's kid. Wait, aren't you gay?"

"I never said I wouldn't want you. Jenny, I thought I was gay, but I guess I'm not. What makes me think that? Well, that night, first, the urge to kiss you, then how much I wanted you, and if you hadn't ran off, you would've seen how mad I was that Blair caught us." he explained.

Was he saying that he loved me? How could he love me? I lost my virginity to Chuck Bass, after losing the respect of my whole family. Now I was very likely pregnant.

Eric started to lean towards me again, and I felt myself doing the same. Our lips were just about to touch when my stomach lurched. He looked worried as I ran to the bathroom and threw up.

"Are you alright?" He asked, slowly walking in the bathroom.

"Yeah. Perfectly fine. That's just another thing that screams pregnant. I think I need to go to bed."

"But, its not even dark outside."

"Well, I'm probably pregnant aren't I? Pregnancy makes you tired. Its one of the symptoms." I told him.

"I know that, I had to do the parenting assignment too. You can go to sleep if you want. I need to go home for a little bit so I can tell our parents that I'm staying at a friends house. I'll be back before dark."

"Ok, bye." I muttered, falling onto the bed and pulling the blankets over myself.

The next day, 1:37 pm...

"Please don't mind the personal question, I just need a simple yes or no, is Eric the father of the possibly existing baby?" The doctor asked me.

"Um, no. He's just a friend. The father is, well, I don't actually know." I said, realizing that I had no idea where Chuck was. Then I realized what I said made me sound like a whore. "But I know him well. We just never really talked."

"Never really talked? Then why are you suspecting that you might be carrying his child?"

"It was a- a one time thing. It was also really stupid." I admitted.

"It was also her first time, if that helps." Eric added. I glared at him.

"Is that true Jenny?" The doctor asked me.

"Yeah."

"Well, do you remember when it happened? If you do, then we can easily calculate you due date. That is, if you plan to keep your baby. If you wanted, you could get an abortion." She explained.

"How does that work? I know it sounds stupid, but I never knew." I asked, feeling retarded.

"There is 3 different ways. Before you decide, we have to know how far along you are. Do you want to do an ultrasound fast to figure out if you're even pregnant?"

"Sure. But uh, that thing happened a little over a month ago." I mentioned to her.

"Oh, ok. We might not be able to really see the embryo yet. We will be able to tell if you're really pregnant though. I'll go get the equipment, and I'll leave you with these two test sticks. They're just like the one you used at home, only these are more recommended. You can use the bathroom right over there." She said, pointing to the door across the room.

"I guess I'll go use them." I said to Eric after the doctor lady was gone, and got up to use the tests.

A few minutes later, I was sitting back with Eric when the doctor came back with a big machine thing.

"Alright, I'll start setting up. How long ago did you let the tests sit?" She asked.

Eric looked down at the timer on his phone. "7 minutes." He answered.

The lady nodded and kept setting up the machine. Eventually, Eric's alarm went off.

"I'll go get them." I said, standing up.

I walked into the bathroom and picked up the sticks. They were both positive!

"They're positive. Now what?" I stated, trying not to panic.

"We need to do a scan. If you could lay over here," She said, gesturing to the examination table, "and roll up your shirt a ways, we need to put this on your abdomen, it will help us get a clearer view." She put this weird gel crap on my stomach.

After a little while of looking, she stopped and looked shocked. When I looked at Eric, he had almost the same expression.

"What am I not seeing? Why are you guys making those faces?" I questioned, worried.

"Jenny, you're pregnant." Eric said, awed.

"That's the embryo." The doctor said, pointing to a little ball on the screen.

"Why am I the one who wouldn't have known that, and I'm the one it's living in?"

"Exactly how many classes did you skip this year to be with Damien?" Eric asked me, looking confused.

"I don't know. Ok, now that we know I'm pregnant, what are the ways abortion works?" I asked the doctor, quickly trying to change the subject.

"We could give you a medication to kill it, or we could suck it out, in a nutshell."

I couldn't find the words to speak. That sounded so terrible!

"I think you should wait a couple weeks before you make your decision." Eric suggested.

"Why?"

"You are just now hearing that you're pregnant. You should get used to it and then make your decision. In a few days, you might want your baby."

"I agree" the doctor told me. "And it's not like we could do your abortion today."

"If I wait to long, won't I get fat?" I asked.

"Jenny, you most likely wouldn't start showing until after 10 weeks, so unless you take that long to make your choice, then no. I'm sorry, I have to check on another patient in a few minutes. But I'll give you a week or two to make your final decision."

"Um, ok." I started to get up to leave.

As we walked out of there, I couldn't really think. I didn't want to get an abortion now, after they put it as killing the baby, even though that's exactly what it is. But then I didn't really want to be a teen mom, but there was no way in hell I was giving my baby up for adoption. Imagine when it got older and wanted to know where its real parents were and the adoptive ones have to tell them that I gave them up because I didn't want them. I wouldn't have wanted to go through that, so I wasn't putting my baby through that.

"So, what exactly are you think right now?" Eric asked me as we walked into the hotel building.

"I think that I'm keeping it." I said boldly.

"Really? Jenny that's great!"

"It's great? What would you be saying if I got the abortion?"

"That wouldn't be great, but I wouldn't think any differently of you." He said honestly.

"I just have to find Chuck." I told Eric. "He deserves to know that he's going to be a dad. And he'll find out sometime anyway. I just want it to be from me."