It had been eight weeks since Elizabeth started staying at Neverland. Since then, Jimmy and two of his accomplices had been incarcerated for sexual assault and attempted murder. One of the men who hadn't been identified was still out and free. This worried she and Michael often, but they figured that since they were so far away that it wouldn't matter.

She hadn't been able to explore California with Michael, who had become her close friend, because he was always busy which caused her to become lonely. She was finally able to walk without crutches, and she wanted to explore, but didn't want to ask to go out for fear that she would cause bad press issues for Michael.

It was an early morning, Elizabeth woke up to the usual sound of the lawn service and decided to go start breakfast when she started feeling weak in the knees. She stood up, feeling dizzy and sat back down. After rubbing her legs, she stood up again, making her way to the bathroom when she felt the overwhelming need to throw up. She ran to the toilet and barely made it, puking up everything inside of her.

She was worried about being sick since she just had a doctors appointment for her ankle a few days prior. She was beginning to wonder what the medical bills were looking like. Deciding to just look over it until it made her feel seriously sick, she went out for a cigarette and was struck with a thought that caused her to throw her cigarette onto the floor and crush it with her shoe immediately.

She ran back to her room and dialed Michael immediately.

"Hey, Elizabeth. Good morning." Michael's sleepy voice said over the phone.

"Hi, I was wondering if I could take a trip to a store nearby?" she asked, trying not to sound nervous.

"Sure, let me get dressed and I'll have someone take us."

"No! I mean, I want to go alone if that's alright."

"Oh. Okay, yeah, how long do you need until you're ready to go?"

"I'm ready now, Michael." She said, chewing on her lip nervously.

"Okay. Come to my place and Jeremy will take you."

Elizabeth threw on some jeans and a t-shirt, slipping on some loafers and grabbed her purse on the way out.

Michael was waiting in the living room when she walked in.

"Hi."

"Hi, Michael." She said nervously.

"What's wrong, punk?"

"Nothing, I'm just out of cigarettes and I really need one." Elizabeth lied.

"Oh. Well, I could have just sent Jeremy out to get some for you."

"I just want to get out for a bit if that's okay. Is it going to cause any problems for you? You know, with the press and all?"

"No, it shouldn't. Either way, don't ever worry about that. I'm immune to it these days." Michael chuckled.

Elizabeth nervously shifted her weight from foot to foot, and she knew Michael was suspicious. She hadn't lied to him the entire time she knew him, and she didn't want to start now, but she didn't want him to be exasperated by the thought of her being... pregnant. She already felt like such a burden, and she didn't want to add another human to that mix.

Jeremy walked in, dangling the keys.

"Alright, well, come see me when you get back. Let's hang out today." Michael said, heading up towards his bedroom.

Elizabeth nodded and made her way out with Jeremy.

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Elizabeth sat on the toilet, anxiously waiting for the results of the three pregnancy tests on the counter. She shook nervously, bouncing her leg up and down.

She flushed the toilet and washed her hands, bracing herself for the results. The first timer went off and she grabbed the first test. It was negative. Elizabeth felt a wave of relief wash over her, and was less nervous, but still anticipated the other results.

The next timer went off and she grabbed the test, and her heart sunk. It was positive. She crossed her fingers, praying for the third to be negative. When the timer went off, she looked at the stick and she felt the blood drain from her face.