"She's Got To Be Somebody's Baby"

A/N: I'm really pissed that St. Elmo's Fire has no category of its' own. Please review me. No bashing. This is the first time I've drifted outside the Breakfast Club's category (check out my other fics too!) Enjoy, and be nice, I KNOW this sounds like a soap opera!

General Summary/Background Info: After breaking it off with Alec at Mr. Kim's house party, Leslie screws around with his best friend Kevin in her confusion. Ultimately, she decides to try the single life for awhile…but those plans are cut short, becauseLeslie finds out she's pregnant, and she knows her baby needs a father figure. Who's the biological father of her child: Alec or Kevin? Who will take the parental responsibility? More importantly, how will this affect everyone's relationships within their circle of friends? My first St. Elmo's Fire story.

Rating: T+ for content and swearing.

"Les, honey, you coming?" asks Jules. I look up from the floor, which I've zoned off staring at…again.

I nod and look at my old (and new) roommate, Jules Jacoby. She was wearing a lime green party dress, her hair in a side ponytail. She's bounced back tremendously since her old things were repossessed. Her job as a secretary for Matthew R. Jones, the town's most prestigious prosecutor was really getting her back on her feet and giving her independence. I, on the other hand, could not feel any more pathetic and needy. The crumpled ball of paper in my hand is well concealed in my palm, which is in turn hidden in the sleeve of my blouse. "Go wait in the Cadillac. I'll be there in a moment!" Jules smiles her glamorous smile and closes the door behind her. Amazing how in a month and a few days Jules went from the party-girl with no concerns about her future, to a successful assistant with a car and refurnished apartment. I live with her in her place because that month and a half ago, my ex, Alec Newbury, kicked me out of his apartment after I wouldn't marry him because I had a hunch about his affairs. We're friends now…or, well…I wish we WERE friends, but Alec could potentially be something more to me now.

As soon as I know Jules is out of the room, I release the loose paper ball from my palm and let it fall on the floor. My doctor sent it to me after I went in a week ago for a check-up. I'd been feeling a bit odd, especially nauseous, but at first my doctor just took some blood and told me I should sleep well in case it was oncoming flu. I never got the flu, so I figured everything was fine.

Until the lab work results came yesterday in the mail. Luckily I was home from my job as a nursery school teacher early. Jules is a snoop. If she'd gotten to the mail first, then I don't know what I'd do. I opened the envelope thinking nothing would have come up on the test. Boy was I wrong. I have the specific paragraph memorized. The paragraph that will forever alter my life's path:

Miss Hunter, while the lab work did not reveal any signs of disease or disorder, your blood did contain high levels of human chorionic gonadotrophins, a chemical sign of pregnancy. Your other symptoms (including missed menstrual cycle, nausea, and increased appetite) also point towards the probability of pregnancy. I recommend you plan a visit within a week of receiving this letter to determine how far into your first trimester you are by way of ultrasound. You may bring the father along for this appointment as well.

This could not be a more inconvenient happening. I'm a young woman fresh out of college last summer, with a decent job at Happydale Nursery School working with toddlers. I'm in my prime in the working world. I'm single and loving it. I have 6 awesome friends (though one of them is in New York) and my roommate and I are like high school girls on a perpetual sleepover now that we are adjusting to post-college life. I can't be pregnant. Not now. I wasn't planning on it! Let alone being UNWED and pregnant! But my doctor has no other explanation. I just can't grasp the fact that I have to (A) quit my job, (B) leave Jules' apartment, because it isn't fair making her bring her boyfriends into an apartment with a baby wailing, and (C) doing all this while carrying around an 8-pound puppy inside my body. I'm probably just imagining it, but I can already feel my abdomen beginning to swell…maybe I'm just bloated. Maybe I'll skip the party tonight.

I'm looking over the last sentence of the paragraph now. The father may come along for the appointment as well.

One problem, and this is the worst part: I don't know who the father of this baby is.

There are two possible fathers, and I sepnt all last night lying awake in bed thinking every ounce of this through. Alec Newbury, my ex…and his best friend, Kevin Dolenz. It's a VERY long story, but the condensed version is: after Alec forced me out of the apartment, Kevin offered me his place to stay. He lives in a small flat with our friend Kirbo Keger. Kirbo was out chasing his own flame, so it was just Kevin and I. I was a wreck from what little I can remember (I was drunk), and I ended up finding a bunch of photos of me that Kevin had horded in a pink tin, and before I knew it, we were rolling around on his coffin (don't ask) and making love in his shower. I'd last made love to Alec just three days prior. Either one could me my growing child's father.

Alec is very committed to his work. He is a self-sufficient man with a passion for success. When we were together, he always was desperate to marry me, but my doubts about his fidelity had kept me from agreeing. Alec used to make me feel like royalty. He always bought me random gifts and would smile at me when I felt most depressed. He always kept his head (except whenh it came to his affairs) under pressure, and always wanted the best for the both of us. Even after we broke apart, we remained close (that is, after we straightened out a few things). He treats me like a little sister now. If this child is his, he'd without a doubt be an organized, proud papa who'd cater to his son/daughter's every need.

Kevin is like the wind: wild, free, and passionate. Kevin writes op-eds for the local paper now. His old scummy apartment he shares with Kirbo is small and barely enough room for him, let alone two or three. He'd have to scramble to try and give his brood any luxuries. But Kevin has a heart of gold and a lot of common sense. He'd be protective and caring and wise to any of his children. My one-night stand with Kevin was spontaneous and wonderful, just imagine a whole lifetime! Kevin's deep capacity for love would certainly not be wasted during his fatherhood.

But which one of them is it?

"Leslie! Why are you taking so long! I wanna get there before Kirbo starts playing Quarters and losing!" It's Jules from the Cadillac. I guess I'm going to the party at Wendy's place after all. Maybe I can gather enough courage to tell one of them of my condition.

Although I seriously doubt it.