Title: Between the hammer and the anvil
Rating: PG-13
Season: Set after the world turns all around her then all of s4 and some s5 spoilers
Summary: Beka finds herself with some hard choices to make.
Disclaimer: Not mine
Author's notes: This isn't the story I was going to write I have notes on a Beka/Talia story but this is the fic that happened.
Between the hammer and the anvil
"If you just lay down and relax Captain Valentine." Releasing a pent-up breath Beka settles back onto the cold slab while a very young looking doctor, too young in her opinion ran a hand held scanner over her stomach trying to relax or at least not move despite the walls closing in around her.
It had taken a lot of fast-talking to get her and the Maru off of Andromeda without anybody tagging along. After the latest throw down with the Abyss everyone was treading carefully around her. It was driving Beka nuts even Harper was being uncharacteristically sensitive she knew he was bursting with anti-Tyr sarcasm.
Days ago when memories of Try and her willful blindness when it came to men prevented sleep it had hit her hard between the eyes.
They had not used preventives.
Near panic she had run to the medical bay not bothering to change from her night clothes but the sight of Trance calmly re-filling hypo sprays had brought her to a dead stop.
Going in meant explanations. Of course Trance would not judge it was not her nature, she would just look at her with that calm all knowing expression and make Beka feel like she had been turning trade on some dirty drift.
She had to face this thing alone.
They might suspect the length she had to go to for Tyr's renewed trust but that was no where near the same as knowing.
Suspicion verses Proof.
A loop hole that had always served this and any Valentine well.
With a mumbled request for something to settle her stomach Beka had backed out of the medical bay and spent the rest of the night pacing her quarters. At a barely decent hour she had gone to see Dylan asking for a few days off.
Sighing Beka wistfully remembered the good old days, when exactly had she started asking Dylan's permission? Once upon a time the entire crew had just upped and left whenever they felt like it. Rev Bem's retreats, Harper's whatever's even Trance wondered off whenever something caught her interest.
The realisation that at some point she had become a good Highguard officer aka Dylan's lapdog might have made her slightly unreasonable resulting in Andromeda's landing bay doors being threatened if they were not opened in immediately while Dylan nursed a black eye. In no way had she lost it on account of the chance she might be pregnant.
Absolutely not.
Course set for the medical facility she went to with her more embarrassing problems Beka spent the next three days pacing the decks of the Maru. Even the intrigue of the drift had not enough to lure her away from the safety of her ship.
So now here she was laying flat on a cold examination table with junior probably not certificated yet doctor wondering how many ways she had ruined her life.
Finally the blue light was turned off and the doctor backs away from the examination table focusing on the wall above Beka's head.
"You can put your top back on Captain, join me in the office when you are ready."
Alone Beka slid unsteadily off the table pulling on her vest and leather jacket fastening her holster breathing became easier with the gun's familiar weight. What ever junior said she could deal with it even if it meant turning her back on Andromeda.
Tightening a hand around her gun Beka strolled with fake casualness into the office.
"Have a seat." Smiling pleasantly the doctor indicates the chair opposite.
Beka shook her head, "I prefer to stand." Giving him an impatient look Beka took perverse satisfaction when he shifts uncomfortably ruffling the flexies on his desk clearing his throat.
"Yes…well I'm delighted to tell you Captain you are in fact pregnant."
"Captain…?" Running from behind his desk Doctor Jack Laris quickly checks the pulse of the tough as nails woman now in a dead faint on his floor.