Hayley sat in her apartment staring at the six sticks spread out on her bathroom counter. Every single one was telling her the same thing and she had absolutely no idea how that was possible. Rebekah's words came back to haunt her, and she twitched away from them.

That wasn't possible.

One was, and she'd been a bit fretful for a couple of weeks, waiting for her period, which hadn't come and was what had prompted the drugstore run, the artifacts of which were now spread out in front of her. That didn't explain the moon, no, but maybe that was just a coincidence.

What was troubling, though, was...it was a little early. Granted, her periods had never been all that regular. And a couple of weeks before the full moon, she'd bled--true, only a little, but she didn't tend to have heavy ones, either, so. That, actually made it more likely she had been fertile with Jack and not using the condom was...a mistake.

That still made it...just a bit over two weeks. The test shouldn't really be able to work, yet, but she'd been a little freaked by the lack of a period. Decided to see. She'd been tired, achy, throwing up. Thought she had the stomach flu. But the tenderness in her breasts...well, she'd put that down to her period in New Orleans.

Which had to have been it, right? Just a confluence of coincidences and...okay, so the test was picking it up a little early, but. Well. Jack was from the future, right? Maybe that had something to do with it.

Please, God, let that have something to do with it.

Swallowing back the nerves, she knew she had to find out, so she wrapped one of the digital tests that read the most clearly in a paper towel, stuck it in her pocket, and headed downstairs to his apartment. Fidgeting at the door for a moment or two, she finally made herself knock and hoped he was there.