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21 September 2007 @ 02:44 pm
Love and the Logical [The Office; Michael/Jan]  
TITLE: Love and the Logical
FANDOM: The Office
PAIRING: Michael/Jan
SPOILERS: "Cocktails" (3x18)


A week later and Jan was still staying intermittently at Michael's condo. And Michael was growing increasingly worried about her. "Jan?" he was rapping on the bathroom door yet again as she was draped over the toilet bowl, yet again. "I think I know what the answer to this is going to be, but... are you okay?"

"I'm f--"

"Fine? Okay, that's what I thought. I'll be out here."

Jan slowly rose to her feet, her legs a little shaky, and flushed the toilet. She patted the sweat from her face with the kleenex that had been balled in her hand, waiting to be used... and she went over to the mirror. Her face was pale and there were bags under her eyes. She wasn't fine, that much was clear. The stress had been gone for a week, but the nausea and exhaustion remained. And Michael was beyond worried about her. She had to put an end to this. She couldn't keep him in the dark (or herself, for that matter) any longer. "Michael?"

She opened the door and, predictably, he was right on the other side, concern hugging his boyish features, green eyes wide. He took a step toward her. "Y'alright, Buttercup?"

Smiling briefly at his now frequent pet name for her, she shook her head. "Actually, I'm not. I think we need to go to the pharmacy after I call in to work."

He made a face, obviously confused as to her sudden need to visit the pharmacy... but nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Okay. I'll go get you the phone."

After calling in sick to work, Michael took Jan to the pharmacy, surprisingly not questioning her on the way. Once they were inside, however, he obviously broke. "So what are we lookin' for? I bet I could help you find it."

Jan swallowed the wave of nausea and readjusted her purse over her shoulder. "Just follow me, Michael."


They stopped in the designated aisle and Jan picked up one of the purple boxes, looking it over. She felt Michael step up behind her and peer over her shoulder. "What is that thing?"

Jan, still skimming the contents of the box, turned around and raised her eyes to meet Michael's. She took a breath (never had anything been so difficult to say) and let it out slowly, handing the box to him. "It's a, uh... home pregnancy test."

At that, Michael's eyes popped wide open, and he stared at her, open-mouthed. Jan briefly thought that if anybody walked past them in that moment, they'd think Michael was a statue.


As if jarred back to life at the sound of his own name, Michael blinked a few times and closed his mouth, looking down at the box. "You... you're..." He looked up at her again, partly confused, partly shocked. "We're gonna have a baby?"

"I-I'm not sure, Michael," she stuttered. Why did the whole room feel like it was spinning suddenly?

"But we might be?"

"I don't know!" Her voice raised without her consent, and she looked around to make sure she hadn't made too much of a scene. Nobody was nearby. "I just... I know that I shouldn't be throwing up for a week straight without any other flu symptoms. Plus..." She glanced around surreptitiously again and dropped her voice to a whisper. "I'm late."

Michael made a face. "You're not late. You called in to work, remember?"

Jan rolled her eyes. "Oh Michael, for God sakes. I'm late late. I'm never late."

"Uh-huh..." It was clear Michael's mind was someplace else. Probably naming their kids.

"Michael? Are you... are you okay?" she asked gently. Sure, Michael wanted a family, a big house with the picket fence, and he said he wanted it all with her, but... this was damn soon.

Still in a daze, he nodded and took her hand, silently leading her to the checkout.


"Okay, Michael," Jan sighed, coming into the bedroom and leaning against the doorframe. "I set the timer. We'll know in a few minutes."

Michael nodded, eyes looking slightly glazed over. His mind was still a million miles away. Jan went to sit beside him on the bed and studied him for a moment. He almost had the same look on his face Gould had when she'd thought she was pregnant once, several years ago. She hadn't been, and the relief on his face had been devastating. Something at the back of her mind told her Michael would never react that way, but... his behavior sure seemed to say something else.

So she sat silently beside him, stared straight ahead at the wall like he was doing. What the hell was she going to do if she saw a damned plus sign on that test? It would change everything. Sure, she said the upside of being with Michael would be falling deeply in love and having babies, but... she sure as hell didn't mean right now. They were still in the early stages of their relationship, technically. Though they'd already been through more steps than most people go through after a year or two.

Their relationship had been moving at warp speed since the moment she accepted his invitation to Jamaica. And at times it was nice to fit with someone so oddly well that you didn't need to go through the process of getting to know them, you just kind of... knew them instinctively. Other times, though, it was downright frightening. Like being in a speeding car with no brakes, heading for a cliff.


She looked up when she felt Michael grasp her hand, and his smile was warm.

"Whatever happens, I..." he trailed off, speech failing him.

It didn't matter. She could read him. She nodded. "I know."

The timer in the bathroom dinged, and both of their eyes drifted out the doorway. They looked at each other. Michael was the first to stand up, still holding her hand, and he pulled her gently to her feet. She kept a firm grip on his hand all the way into the bathroom, partway scared of what she would find in there. They both stopped, shoulder-to-shoulder, in the doorway. Michael looked over at her. "Want me to look?"

Jan couldn't move for some reason; couldn't make her feet carry her the rest of the way into the bathroom. So she nodded slowly. Michael squeezed her hand and released her, going over to pick up the test. He held it in the thumb and forefinger of both hands and stared down at it with his brows knit together.

Jan shifted her weight from one foot to the other impatiently. "What does it say?" She bit down on her lip.

Michael didn't respond verbally, just continued staring down at the little white stick. After a moment, he reached for the box and started reading the back, mouthing some of the words. Then he looked down at the test again.

Jan huffed. "Michael, you're killing me. What does it say?"

"It says... um..." He looked between the stick, and the box, and back to the stick again.

Jan finally rolled her eyes and pushed past her fears and reservations, stomping into the bathroom to take both items away from him. "Just give it to me."

"That's what she s--"



Jan glanced from the stick, to the box, and back to the stick again. The sticker on the box had claimed the results were easy to read. Jan was left wondering exactly who it was easy for. Those with a doctoral degree, perhaps.

"Jan? What's it say?"

Her mouth went slightly slack then. She looked at the box one more time just to double check she was reading it correctly. Then, she looked up at Michael... dropped the box to hold on to the counter. "It says that I'm pregnant."

She watched Michael's eyes flash with excitement, though his face remained eerily neutral. Then, sounding far off, he could reply with nothing more than a breathless, "....Oh."

"Yeah," she nodded, and set the stick down on the countertop. "Oh."

A silence had never been so awkward. Jan watched Michael watching her and she realized in an instant that she'd pay any amount of money to know what was on his mind right now. Then, he sighed. "So! Uh, maybe we should get to bed."

She eyed him warily. "Michael, it's... not even noon."

"Oh! Uh... right. Okay, so we don't need to sleep then, do we? What do we need to do?"

"Breathe, for starters." Jan made her way back into the bedroom and flopped onto the bed, folding her hands across her stomach.

It wasn't long before Michael climbed in next to her and sidled up to her, propping himself up on an elbow. "You okay?"

She nodded emphatically... maybe too emphatically. Her stomach started turning again. "I think so." She swiveled her head on the pillow to look at him and reached out to touch his cheek instinctively. What was he thinking? She still had no idea, and with Michael that was especially scary. "I may not even be pregnant."

The confusion on his face was evident. "The test said you were."

"I know, but it could be a false positive. I'll need to get in to see a doctor to know for sure."

"Can I come?"

Jan turned her eyes up to his. He sounded sincere, like he wanted to be there, but... he still had that freaked-out expression on his face. "That's very kind of you, Michael, but you don't need to. It'll be a fairly quick appointment."

"But you... you'll let me know if you're really pregnant?" He was concerned about her, she knew that much.

She nodded and promised him, "Of course."

Michael smiled in response and hugged her close, rubbing her back gently. Jan pressed her lips to his collarbone and closed her eyes, holding him as she wondered just what the hell was going to happen to them in the next few, (possibly) life-changing, days.


{x-posted to michaelandjan}
The Craziest Loser You'll Ever Meetsuperblossom on September 24th, 2007 01:31 am (UTC)
LOVE. YOUR. STORY. :) Keep up the amazing work.
a.regalish on September 30th, 2007 03:12 pm (UTC)
Hehehehe, thank you so much! :D