<div style="text-align: center">《 Dr. Frasier 》<br/>
Location: Abendblume clinic<br/>
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</div>Clues clicked into place. Little by little, he put them together: Sou never had an IUD, and if she had they could have removed it; Frasier's nurse, Rebecca, had been running her own calls; medications went missing. The doctor mentioned abortion meds, and things not working like they should, and his hard gaze stilled the guard's worried feet.<br/><br/>Rebel stared at nothing at all for a long moment. He ran fingers and thumb along the sides of his jaw, ending at his chin. "Rachel was your nurse." His voice had lost its fire. "That explains it. Even if she hadn't smarted off to Hale, he was onto her." The rest of it; the lies, the potentially failed birth control, the abortifacients – it all began to make sense.<br/><br/>Sou would have made an excellent under cover officer.<br/><br/>"And Sou…" he found the doctor's gaze and met it. "That makes sense too."<br/><br/>The wind completely left his sails. He was adrift. Not only had she been in others' beds (he was certain it was more than one), but she had lied about being unable to get pregnant and had taken steps to prevent it. Or undo it.<br/><br/>That part hurt the worst. Rebel had grown up in a Catholic family; life was precious, no matter how small. And now he had to face the understanding that he might have been a father…if only. He almost asked the doctor to see her files, then realized that not only would Rachel not have logged that information, he did not want to know the answer to how many times Sou had made the trip to this clinic and ended their family in the little room on the other side of that door.<br/><br/>He didn't want to know.<br/><br/>"I see," he finally said, feeling the rage boil and churn in his abdomen. "Thank you." He took a breath, "For telling me. I'm sorry for barging in like that," he finally apologized. He could feel pieces of him cracking within. "I'll leave you to your…" he gestured at the desk. "Whatever you were doing," he finished.<br/><br/>The walk back to his room was a blur. All he could think of was the doctor's words. All he could remember was the sound of the woman's newborn last night. He thought of the way Sou had convinced him that she really did want a family, but she<i>couldn't.</i>She couldn't, she said, and he actually felt sorry for her. He had believed her because he wanted to believe. That was the worst part of it all. Marcia was right; it was easier to be in denial.<br/><br/>When he returned to the room, he shut the door and locked it for the first time in weeks. Then slowly he slid to the ground, squatting against the solid surface behind him, and wept.