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SGA fic: Inconvenient, fpreg
disclaimer: not mine
characters: Laura Cadman, Jennifer Keller, Rodney McKay
pairing: to be honest, I don't think there is one? It's fpreg, but it's not... It's not really femslashy, as such. Cadman/Keller?
rating: PG, language, babies.
genre: fpreg, gen, humor?
notes: This was partially written for the last mini-ficathon at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sg_femslash, though it wasn't being, well, femslashy. So I never finished it.
Inconvenient
by ALC Punk!
"You look hideous." The words popped out of Laura Cadman's mouth before she could stop them. Some part of her said it was a bad idea to piss off the woman in quarantine with her.
Jennifer Keller glared at her, "I'd like to see you appear presentable at nine months."
To be fair to Keller, she was right. It was hard to look presentable when you hadn't been pregnant two days before. No time for ordering maternity clothes, less time for getting used to the waddle one had to use to maintain adequate balance when something larger than a beach ball was attached to your mid-section. Getting pregnant via weird alien device shouldn't have seemed so routine, though. But Atlantis was making everything routine. It was a wonder the Ancients had managed to survive to ascend with all the stupid things they'd invented, then broken.
"OK, yes. My bad," Laura admitted, trying not to really think about Rodney McKay's explanation (delivered with frequent horrified looks and a thick six inches of safety glass between them). "Are you sure you're all right?"
"I'm fine."
"She's fine," Dr. McKay inserted from the other side of the glass as Keller moved to sit in the chair, making a face when it didn't support enough. "Just... don't poke her, or anything. Don't make her angry."
Cadman blinked at him, "It's a baby, Rodney. It's not going to explode."
A worried look crossed his face and he backed away from the glass, "Are you sure? We don't know what this sort of accelerated rate of pregnancy--"
Holding up a hand, Cadman squeezed her eyes shut, as though developing a headache. "Yes, ok, Rodney. We get it. You're frightened of a pregnant woman."
"I think he's more disturbed that the genesis didn't require a man," inserted Keller, wincing as her back cramped. "Lieutenant, do you think you could--"
Laura hurried over to her, hovering. "What do you need?"
"Just--rub my back. I don't think the human physiology was designed for the sort of rapid acceleration of hormones and growth." When Cadman gave her a baffled look, Keller continued, her voice dry, "My back is cramping."
She could do that. Sliding behind the chair, Laura bent and started trying her best to massage Jennifer's back. It wasn't like pushing C4 into the correct shape for a charge or kneading some sort of plastic explosive into the right consistency. There was living, breathing muscle and tissue under her fingers.
"A little harder, please."
"I'm at--just a second." Grabbing the other chair, Laura dropped into it, then tapped Jennifer's shoulder, "Can you sit sideways in the chair?"
With more effort than she wanted to consider, Jennifer did just that, leaving her clinging with her right arm to the chair back. Cadman's hands and fingers began pushing and pressing at her sore muscles. A relieved sigh escaped her as one particular spot slowly stopped spasming, "Thank you, Lieutenant."
"Laura," corrected Laura, grinning a little as she continued walking her fingers across Keller's back, shifting to pull her more up-right. "I got you pregnant, after all, we should probably be on a first-name basis."
Keller tried to laugh and failed. She groaned, "I can't believe this. It's just not possible to become pregnant in one minute and nearly full-term eighteen hours later. What next, will the baby turn a year old tomorrow?"
Before Laura could answer, Keller swore, though it was mild in comparison to the vocabulary the marines had. "What?" But Laura didn't press further as she felt a spasm go through Keller. "Crap. Rodney! Get the nurse, I think she's going into labor."
"At least labor shouldn't take an entire day," Jennifer huffed, trying to breathe through the contraction that seemed to be ripping her apart.
That cheerful thought didn't last for long.
-
"So I'm a daddy." Laura Cadman was really trying to take this in stride as she stood outside the quarantine drapes, looking in at mother and child. Keller was sleeping the sleep of an exhausted woman, and the tiny baby girl was tucked into a makeshift crib that one of her assistants had cobbled together. Atlantis had never planned to deal with babies and small children, the expedition more concerned with adults and weird science.
So far, the tests had all said the baby was growing at a normal rate, now, as though her gestation hadn't been accelerated on a massive scale. Laura hoped, for the kid's sake, that she wasn't going to be talking in a few days. That would just be weird.
"Well, technically, your genetic material was used--"
"Can it, Rodney."
He was silent for a moment, then made a peculiar face and reached out to pat her shoulder. "Congratulations."
Laura glanced sideways at him, then her lips quirked up on one side. "Thank you, Rodney. Would you like to be a godfather?" Her tone was light and teasing, and she had a hard time restraining her laughter at the horrified look that crossed his face.
"Ah, no. Thank you for the, ah, honor."
"It's ok, McKay," she reassured him. "I'd never curse a child with any sort of reliance upon you."
"Thank you."
After a few minutes of silence, she yawned, "I should get some rest. I'm sure Dr. Weir is going to want a report in the morning."
"It is morning," said an amused Elizabeth as she stepped up to the drape and peeked through it at the sleeping baby and mother. "And I'm ordering you to eight hours' bed rest. Rodney, you should sleep, too."
They grumbled a little, but left. Standing there, Elizabeth made a notation to have Earth send out another qualified physician to back Keller up. She was going to need time to adjust, as well as time off. It was still going to be a difficult few days until someone was vetted for the proper clearance and sent through the transfer point.
Too, she would need to make sure both scheduled time with Dr. Heightmeyer. Something like this was bound to cause issues, even if both thought they were fine.
With a sigh, she turned away and headed back up the tower to the stack of paperwork sure to have doubled over-night, and a call to Stargate Command that was going to have to be very delicate indeed if she didn't want them to cashier Lt. Cadman from the service over something she wasn't entirely responsible for. Planning her arguments beforehand was always best. There might even be advantages to the machine, if McKay's team could figure out how it worked without anyone else getting accidentally pregnant.
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characters: Laura Cadman, Jennifer Keller, Rodney McKay
pairing: to be honest, I don't think there is one? It's fpreg, but it's not... It's not really femslashy, as such. Cadman/Keller?
rating: PG, language, babies.
genre: fpreg, gen, humor?
notes: This was partially written for the last mini-ficathon at
sg_femslash, though it wasn't being, well, femslashy. So I never finished it. Inconvenient
by ALC Punk!
"You look hideous." The words popped out of Laura Cadman's mouth before she could stop them. Some part of her said it was a bad idea to piss off the woman in quarantine with her.
Jennifer Keller glared at her, "I'd like to see you appear presentable at nine months."
To be fair to Keller, she was right. It was hard to look presentable when you hadn't been pregnant two days before. No time for ordering maternity clothes, less time for getting used to the waddle one had to use to maintain adequate balance when something larger than a beach ball was attached to your mid-section. Getting pregnant via weird alien device shouldn't have seemed so routine, though. But Atlantis was making everything routine. It was a wonder the Ancients had managed to survive to ascend with all the stupid things they'd invented, then broken.
"OK, yes. My bad," Laura admitted, trying not to really think about Rodney McKay's explanation (delivered with frequent horrified looks and a thick six inches of safety glass between them). "Are you sure you're all right?"
"I'm fine."
"She's fine," Dr. McKay inserted from the other side of the glass as Keller moved to sit in the chair, making a face when it didn't support enough. "Just... don't poke her, or anything. Don't make her angry."
Cadman blinked at him, "It's a baby, Rodney. It's not going to explode."
A worried look crossed his face and he backed away from the glass, "Are you sure? We don't know what this sort of accelerated rate of pregnancy--"
Holding up a hand, Cadman squeezed her eyes shut, as though developing a headache. "Yes, ok, Rodney. We get it. You're frightened of a pregnant woman."
"I think he's more disturbed that the genesis didn't require a man," inserted Keller, wincing as her back cramped. "Lieutenant, do you think you could--"
Laura hurried over to her, hovering. "What do you need?"
"Just--rub my back. I don't think the human physiology was designed for the sort of rapid acceleration of hormones and growth." When Cadman gave her a baffled look, Keller continued, her voice dry, "My back is cramping."
She could do that. Sliding behind the chair, Laura bent and started trying her best to massage Jennifer's back. It wasn't like pushing C4 into the correct shape for a charge or kneading some sort of plastic explosive into the right consistency. There was living, breathing muscle and tissue under her fingers.
"A little harder, please."
"I'm at--just a second." Grabbing the other chair, Laura dropped into it, then tapped Jennifer's shoulder, "Can you sit sideways in the chair?"
With more effort than she wanted to consider, Jennifer did just that, leaving her clinging with her right arm to the chair back. Cadman's hands and fingers began pushing and pressing at her sore muscles. A relieved sigh escaped her as one particular spot slowly stopped spasming, "Thank you, Lieutenant."
"Laura," corrected Laura, grinning a little as she continued walking her fingers across Keller's back, shifting to pull her more up-right. "I got you pregnant, after all, we should probably be on a first-name basis."
Keller tried to laugh and failed. She groaned, "I can't believe this. It's just not possible to become pregnant in one minute and nearly full-term eighteen hours later. What next, will the baby turn a year old tomorrow?"
Before Laura could answer, Keller swore, though it was mild in comparison to the vocabulary the marines had. "What?" But Laura didn't press further as she felt a spasm go through Keller. "Crap. Rodney! Get the nurse, I think she's going into labor."
"At least labor shouldn't take an entire day," Jennifer huffed, trying to breathe through the contraction that seemed to be ripping her apart.
That cheerful thought didn't last for long.
-
"So I'm a daddy." Laura Cadman was really trying to take this in stride as she stood outside the quarantine drapes, looking in at mother and child. Keller was sleeping the sleep of an exhausted woman, and the tiny baby girl was tucked into a makeshift crib that one of her assistants had cobbled together. Atlantis had never planned to deal with babies and small children, the expedition more concerned with adults and weird science.
So far, the tests had all said the baby was growing at a normal rate, now, as though her gestation hadn't been accelerated on a massive scale. Laura hoped, for the kid's sake, that she wasn't going to be talking in a few days. That would just be weird.
"Well, technically, your genetic material was used--"
"Can it, Rodney."
He was silent for a moment, then made a peculiar face and reached out to pat her shoulder. "Congratulations."
Laura glanced sideways at him, then her lips quirked up on one side. "Thank you, Rodney. Would you like to be a godfather?" Her tone was light and teasing, and she had a hard time restraining her laughter at the horrified look that crossed his face.
"Ah, no. Thank you for the, ah, honor."
"It's ok, McKay," she reassured him. "I'd never curse a child with any sort of reliance upon you."
"Thank you."
After a few minutes of silence, she yawned, "I should get some rest. I'm sure Dr. Weir is going to want a report in the morning."
"It is morning," said an amused Elizabeth as she stepped up to the drape and peeked through it at the sleeping baby and mother. "And I'm ordering you to eight hours' bed rest. Rodney, you should sleep, too."
They grumbled a little, but left. Standing there, Elizabeth made a notation to have Earth send out another qualified physician to back Keller up. She was going to need time to adjust, as well as time off. It was still going to be a difficult few days until someone was vetted for the proper clearance and sent through the transfer point.
Too, she would need to make sure both scheduled time with Dr. Heightmeyer. Something like this was bound to cause issues, even if both thought they were fine.
With a sigh, she turned away and headed back up the tower to the stack of paperwork sure to have doubled over-night, and a call to Stargate Command that was going to have to be very delicate indeed if she didn't want them to cashier Lt. Cadman from the service over something she wasn't entirely responsible for. Planning her arguments beforehand was always best. There might even be advantages to the machine, if McKay's team could figure out how it worked without anyone else getting accidentally pregnant.
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