Originally posted 8/23/04Well, you can probably blame this one on my recent medical adventures.....
Be kind.....it's been written in the last few days since I've been home from the hospital, and I
know I'm not all here -- you should see how I addressed a birthday card I was sending out today! Many thanks to shipsister for making me actually address issues I thought were a given, and to Loco, MadScientist, and Casper F. Joke for the look-see. Don't blame any of them, they're trying to encourage my recovery!

Rating: G
Setting: mid-Terra Firma
Spoilers: um, through Terra Firma, I think....
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not my universe, no money being made....and I'm really sorry if you need tissues....
I do think this conversation has to have taken place....
Stasis
Aeryn finally tracked John down in the docking bay, where he was rummaging through a stack of spare parts. It was getting harder and harder to get him alone.
She took a deep breath to give her strength and walked into the bay. He looked up, and his face went blank, as she'd feared it would. Well, he was the one she needed to talk to, whether he liked it or not, so....she flashed him a small smile and said, "Do you have a few microts?"
A series of excuses ran across his face before he gave in and shrugged. "Sure."
He made no attempt to suggest they go somewhere more comfortable, and she supposed that was just as well. "It's about these medical tests your government wants us to take."
"What about them?"
He wasn't going to make this easier, was he? Well, maybe it was hard for him, too. She wanted to believe that.... She put one hand on her hip and said as casually as she could, "Can they detect the pregnancy?"
She'd apparently taken him by surprise with that one, and she saw him soften, just a little.
"They wouldn't know anything about Sebacean hormones," he said thoughtfully. After a pause he added, running his hand over his short hair and keeping his eyes directed anywhere but at her, "How big is it?"
"Really small, I should think," she told him. "The cells only divide a few times and then the stasis is activated to surround it."
John chewed on his lower lip just a bit and said, "I don't think they can detect anything that small."
She exhaled deeply. That took care of half her questions, anyway. "That's good. I wouldn't want them to ask about the father."
Cholak only knew what he thought she meant by that, but he got all snippy on her. "Oh, right, whoops, you don't know who the father is!"
She glared at his back as he started to walk away. "That's not the point!" she snapped, tired of his attitude and his assumptions.
He stopped and turned to look at her again. "What is the point?"
"The point is that your people are frightened enough of us--" and she gestured around Moya, indicating everything the ship represented -- "that even the possibility that your species and mine could interbreed --" She faltered there, because she wanted more than anything for the child she carried to be this man's offspring, and she had no idea how he felt at all, not inside, where it counted.
He flushed and looked away, which gave her the strength to finish. "It would terrify them. They would imagine Scarran breeding experiments and worse. I don't want to have to answer that question."
John turned back and looked at her again, just a little softness in his face once again. "I don't think they can tell if you don't tell them."
She searched his eyes, and thought, for once in recent months, that she saw truth there. She nodded gratefully and said, "Good."
Perhaps unwilling to stay in her presence any longer, he spun on his heels and once again started to leave.
"Wait!" she called, because she wasn't done, and when he stopped and turned to face her, she asked, "Can they hurt the baby?"
"What?"
"I want to do my part, John, but can they hurt my baby?"
She wanted to believe that that blank look on his face meant that it hadn't occurred to him that the baby might be harmed by his people's primitive tests, but she was afraid what it really meant was that he hadn't thought she would even care....
When he didn't answer, she repeated, "Can they hurt my baby?"
A hint of annoyance crossed his face. "I'm not a doctor, Aeryn."
She bit her lip and looked away, because she knew it was true, which left her no closer to making a decision than before. She was about to thank him for his honesty and leave, when he spoke, a hint of apology in the gentleness of his tone.
"How good is the stasis? What does it protect against?"
"Erm...." It was a good question. She pulled a strand of hair behind her ear and thought back over ten cycles. "It was designed to protect against most things the mother might encounter in battle. Radiation. Toxic gasses, I think. Even placing the mother in cryogenic stasis for severe injuries, if the fetus wasn't physically damaged...." She looked up and shook her head. "I didn't pay a lot of attention to the details when it was explained in training. I remember thinking it wouldn't be my problem." And it wouldn't have been, if her life hadn't taken the incredible turn it had when this man came crashing into her world and destroyed it....
"Of course you didn't," he muttered under his breath in that quiet way he had of expressing utter contempt.
And that stung, badly, because once again she knew they had totally missed connecting -- and oh, how she missed that! Always before, no matter how badly they'd misunderstood each other, or themselves, or hurt each other, she'd thought that they had at least
wanted to understand. But this distance he called up, every time she thought maybe they were communicating even a little, and --
Caroline, her mind dredged up from where she'd been trying to ignore the human woman -- and Aeryn was suddenly too weary to deal with any of this any more....
She looked away, speaking low and soft. "I'm not the woman I was then any more than you are the same man who left this planet four cycles ago." She paused and looked at him, and saw his lip twitch, full of tension, and somehow that annoyed her. "This is not about me or you," she said. "It's about protecting a helpless child that is in my care." Annoyance growing when she got no reaction, she found herself threatening, "If you won't at least try to help me make a sensible decision, I'll find someone who can. Someone discreet," she added. "Olivia, perhaps. Or maybe I should just avoid all their tests."
They stood and looked at each other for long microts, hot anger, she knew, on her features, and John's carefully blank.
Finally he tossed an arm loosely her direction. "Ah, just tell 'em the truth."
"What?" Hadn't she just told him she didn't want them to start thinking about Human-Sebacean interbreeding?
"They'll ask if you're pregnant. Standard question for females. Tell them you coulda gotten pregnant any time in the last seven years, and you just haven't bothered to check."
There was that punch to the stomach again, but....but maybe it wasn't intended totally as a rebuke, because....
The expression in his blue eyes softened just a little, even as he sucked in his lower lip. "Tell 'em about the Peacekeeper stasis pregnancy, they'll love it. They'll spend arns asking you how it works, and I'm sure they've set up a huge protocol for dealing with pregnant aliens, just in case."
She thought about it.
He was right.
It would solve the problem. She could say she
could be pregnant, without implicating anyone on Moya as the potential father, and they would have to take it into account in their tests. After all, she could say "No" to anything they proposed, that's what they were promising....
John cleared his throat, suggesting he'd had an afterthought. The microt she turned her eyes towards him, he looked up and away, and then back at her. "Just don't let 'em use X-rays, or inject you with anything."
She nodded her agreement, touched by the additional thought, not sure what to say.
"So, is that it?" he asked into the silence.
She took a breath and admitted, "Yes. Thank you."
"'Kay," he said with a dismissive nod, turning back to the pile of spare parts he'd been looking through when she arrived.
She stood and watched him for a little while, wondering what was going through his head, his heart.
Then she pushed the ache from
her heart and her mind and headed back to the common room to see if any of the others had decided what to do about the humans' medical tests....