Hey everybody! This is my first Will&Grace fanfiction so bear with me. This is a little idea I came up with after watching the episode "Forbidden Fruit" in season eight.

Prologue

Karen Walker stumbled into the office around noon one day, Chanel sunglasses covering her eyes.

"Karen!" Grace exclaimed. "Where have you been? I've been calling you all morning. You're normally in by ten thirty-"

"Would you shut up?" Karen snapped, her voice lowering in irritation. "I feel like hell and I've been throwing up since last night."

"Well, Karen," Grace was suddenly more sympathetic. "Why didn't you call in sick?"

"I knew you wouldn't believe me." Karen sighed. "Besides, I had to get out of the house. Rosario was going on and on about finally getting that hangover I've been working up to or something like that. Quite honestly I could hardly understand a word she was saying."

"That's strange." Grace pondered a loud. "You've never been hungover. I figured you always just stayed drunk."

"That's normally how it works, but for some reason my body is rejecting any and everything that I try putting in it."

"Have you gone to the doctor to see if you might be sick? I've heard the flu is going around."

"See, that's what I thought." Karen agreed. "I was pretty sure that I had caught some kind of virus from one of my staff since some of them haven't all had the required vaccinations to get their citizenship, but Doctor said he couldn't find anything."

"That is strange." Grace commented, flipping through a portfolio. She looked over and noticed that Karen was pouring herself a glass of vodka.

"Karen, that probably isn't a good idea."

"I don't really care." Karen replied politely. "This sickness is killing my buzz."

Karen went home not too long after she had arrived at work. She decided that she would rather suffer at home. She changed into a nightgown and went to Stan's old study as the maids were cleaning the master bedroom.

"Miss Karen," Rosario called into the intercom. "Jack is here."

"Send him up." Karen groaned.

A few minutes later she heard Jack's familiar voice down the hallway.

"Kare?" He called. "Karen?"

"I'm in here." She responded.

Jack leaned on the door frame and looked at Karen.

"I went by the office to see you and Grace said you were sick." He told her. "Was it her shoes that did it?"

"No," Karen smiled. "Although, they were bad."

Jack walked in and sat next to Karen on the futon.

"I remember when the tables were turned." Jack smiled. "How's it feel?"

"Like the day after my twenty first birthday." Karen moaned.

"That bad, huh?"

Karen nodded weakly. Jack suddenly looked like he had a thought.

"You remember that day when you were taking care of me and I got to see the Forbidden Room?"

"Honey, you didn't 'get to see' the Forbidden Room." Karen corrected. "You broke down the door."

"Well, anyway it got me thinking." Jack said, changing the subject. "Do you think you might be... you know?"

"Oh, God no, Jackie!" Karen exclaimed. "Stan and I have been divorced for months! There is no way in hell!"

"Sorry, Kare." Jack said, taking her hand. "It was just a silly thought. You know what might make you feel better?"

"What, honey?"

"If we touch each other inappropriately..." Jack suggested slowly.

"That does tend to make me feel better." Karen said, entertaining the thought. "But, Jackie, I'm really tired. I think I'll just take a nap. Maybe some other time."

"Oh, okay." Jack said, seeming disappointed.

"Jackie, how about i have Driver take you home in the limo, huh?" Karen offered.

"Kare, that'd be great!" Jack said excitedly. "I love ya, Kare. I hope you feel better."

"Thank you, Jackie."

Karen laid on the futon for a few minutes until she knew Jack was gone. Jack's silly thought had gotten her thinking. Of course, there was no way that she could be pregnant with Stan's child. But...

Karen walked around, recounting her recent sex life. At first, she was thoroughly depressed at how inactive it was. It was almost as bad as Wilma's. But then she remembered.

A few weeks ago, Karen had gone out to a bar as she often did when battling her thoughts of Stan and how much she missed him. There was a young fellow there, she couldn't even remember his name. He had to have just graduated college, or at least have been at the age where he could have graduated college. Karen suddenly remembered it well. It was the first night she had spent with a man since she divorced Stan, and it was a good one. Filled with passion and craze.

As Karen recollected to repressed memory, she found herself slowly making her way to to Forbidden room. As she went back over that night's events, she realized that she had stopped taking her birth control as she had felt that there was no need to anymore. And, surely there was no way that what's his face had remembered to use a condom.

She slowly opened the Forbidden Door, her breath becoming quick as she came to realization with hopeful doubt. She opened the door and entered the room, tears beginning to fill her eyes.

Karen suddenly feared that she was finally going to get the one thing that she thought she would have to live without. She broke down with emotion and cried, sitting down in the rocking chair.

"What have I done?" She thought to herself. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and scrolled through the contacts with a shaking hand. She decided to call the one person she needed most right now. After a few rings, there was finally an answer.

"Hello?"

"Grace?"