<USS Avalon> Decisions
- From: CptKetchum@xxxxxxx
- To: avalon@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Tue, 15 Nov 2005 03:17:24 EST
Decisions
by Phillipa Waterson and John Forester
Sitting in her quarters, after leaving the doctors appointment. Her mind
wandered as to what was next. She had watched the vid over and over and over
again.
She had to tell him.
She had to tell the father of the children.
Walking to the wall panel, she called up the location of a member of the
crew.
Once the information appeared she nodded. Science lab, of course.
She walked to a mirror and made sure that her hair was perfect.
As she exited her quarters, she made her way to the science lab that he was
working.
She took a deep breath as she entered the lab. There he was, sitting at a
console, running through some tests.
Taking another deep breath, she spoke a single word, âJohn.â Cradling the
chip in her hands.
Kicking his feet back and forth, they scuffed on the ground from the tall
stool he was sat on. John glanced up at the mention of his name and smiled at
the pale woman in the doorway. "Ma'am, can I help you with something?"
"Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something." She absently rubbed
her hand across her stomach. "Something that should be done in private, I
believe."
"Okay..." John slipped from the stool and glanced around the lab. "Um...
we can use the office, if you like." He tipped his head to the side as he
followed her through, thinking that she looked vaguely familiar and wondering
what was so attractive about her. Once inside, he shut the door and leaned
against it. "How can I help you, ma'am?"
"Well, as you can see, I'm pregnant." She was having a harder time doing
this than she imagined.
"Congratulations, ma'am."
"Actually, congratulations for both of us, Cadet." If he insisted on
calling her ma'am. "You're the father." Boy that came out rather quick.
John blinked a few times, his cheeks getting redder. "Pardon me?" He
outright gaped at her for a moment, his jaw hitting his chest. "Run that one
by
me again?"
A tad slower this time, "John, you are the father of our children."
Obviously, this might be harder than it appeared to be going, but figured that
coming right out with the mention of more than one kid might be best at this
point.
"Children?" John asked weakly. "Children... how many?" His face paled and
he was suddenly infinitely glad of the door holding him up as he slowly slid
to the ground and stared at her.
"Three, actually, two boys and a girl." She watched him sitting on the
floor. "Are you ok?"
It felt as if the whole universe was buzzing around in his head, spinning
round and round, making him nauseous and dizzy. "Um... no... I mean... are
you
sure? Couldn't they be... you know... someone else's? Or.... I mean....
how did it happen?"
"I am sure, John. And there isn't anyone else." At least I don't think so.
"Well, as to how it happened... I hope you didn't miss that lesson in
school." She still watched him sitting on the floor. "Would you like to see
your
daughter and sons", holding up the data chip.
"Er.... k."
Turning the console around on the desk, she inserted the chip and played it,
showing the ultrasound. She didn't turn around to face him, but rather
watched it again herself, rubbing her stomach.
Fuck.... shit... that's all he could think, but what he said was... "I
helped make them? Seriously? No joking, right?"
This wasn't happening, this boy didn't remember the night. How could she
forget, the headache lasted for three days. "John, to be perfectly clear,
these are your kids, I wouldn't, or rather couldn't joke about such a thing."
Finally she had gotten a little frustrated, "Now if you will excuse me, I have
to get to the bridge for my shift", she walked towards the door he was
leaning against which opened, and he fell back and now lay on the floor, "I
just
thought out of courtesy, you would like to know." The vid still playing on
the
console.
John lay there for several long minutes, the door bashing into him over and
over as it tried to close. Shit...... Slowly, he sat back up and stared at
the vid screen. "Mine..." He climbed to his feet and weaved over to the
console. Brushing his fingers over the images playing out, he felt something
verging on awe. "Gonna be a Dad..." He'd do it right, not like his own
father. As he saw the life dancing on the screen, he knew he had to be a part
of
their lives, he just had to.
Spinning on his heals, he dashed from the room, running full pelt.
"Lieutenant..." shit, what was her name? "Lieutenant, wait!"
She stood waiting for a lift, when she heard him coming up behind her. She
turned, "Yes, Cadet?" If he insisted on using rank, she would, also.
John skidded up to her, a strange grin forming. "I... I'm gonna be a Dad
and I don't even know your name."
"John, my name is Phillipa... Phillipa Waterson." She fought so hard not to
shake her head at his statement.
His grin broadened as he stepped up to her. "And you want me to be a part
of their lives? Please?"
"John, the reason I told you, is that I want you to be part of their lives,
otherwise, I would have kept it quiet." And part of my life too, she
thought. "Now, I have to head up for my shift, perhaps we can get together
later,
if you want, to talk."
"No..." He put himself between her and the turbolift. "I mean... no... I
mean... stay, be late, talk..." Then he shook his head, half trying to clear
it. "I can remember where your cabin is, if I can come there after
shift... maybe?"
"I don't think that Lyta would like me to be late for my shift, nor the
Captain. But later is fine, after my shift." She smiled at him.
Still slightly dazed, John reached out and took her hand. "I'll see you
later," he said, smiling and dizzy.
"Til later", as the lift opened and she walked in, his hand in hers felt
nice. But finally they let go and the lift door closed.
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