[DISCLAIMER AND AURTHORS NOTE]
I do not own Strike Witches, but I wish.
This story was originally supposed to be a spinoff for another fanfiction I was working on that I still haven't finished so I will post this now and briefly explain how it works.
"Crap, Crap, CRAP!" Minna stared at the small piece of plastic in her hands with a look on her face that consisted of shock, horror and fright. This certain piece of plastic had the results that would determine the rest of the commanders life. A pregnancy test. The results: Positive. Minna slumped against the wall on defeat, her chin resting on her knees and her arms covering her face as she stared at the floor.
"What have I done?!" She wept. Her mind recalled her time with a certain Fuso witch around a month ago. Mio had been in heat, and with the neuroi on the horizon, Mio would have been needed in the upcoming battle, so Minna naturally helped her girlfriend out. They hadn't used any form of protection, as Mio was losing magic power as a witch and so her fluids would surely be infertile. Obviously not. Just the thought of being pregnant and helpless sickened Minna. As she leaned forward and re-emptied the content of her stomach, she crushed the pregnancy test she had clasped so tightly. After heaving in an unladylike way over the toilet, Minna stood up and rinsed her mouth out, and examined the crushed mess in her hands. Without a second thought, she tossed it into the nearby bin, then left her private bathroom. As the commander, she was granted the privileges of having a personal toilet and sink. It was nothing fancy, but with her upcoming problem it would be very helpful.
With a sigh Minna sat down on her large bed. Four weeks ago this very bed was the one she had gotten pregnant in. Minna had no idea what she was going to do, or how she was going to tell people. She wouldn't even be allowed to keep doing her job, as babies were delicate and a single ray from a neuroi could kill one.
Her days of commanding were pretty much over. Even after the baby was born, she would still have to look after it, and she couldn't work because of that.
And what would Mio think? Would she still love her? Would she love the baby?
Minna rocked back and to on the bed, so many questions were running through her mind she thought her brain would explode. Her breathing became fast and Minna fell into a state of panic.
She curled herself up further and a tear escaped her eye.
"Mio..." She whispered hoarsely. Minna heard the door click as it opened and raised her head. Stood in the doorway, were Gertrud and Erica. The smiles on the faces of both girls disappeared when they noticed Minna curled up on the bed, her face tear stained and her hair a mess. She wasn't even fully dressed, Minna had her shirt on, half buttoned up exposing her cleavage, but that was it. She hadn't even put on panties.
"Shirley told us to come and look after you a bit, since you told her you were ill, and Miyafuji sent some breakfast." Gertrud was holding a tray in her hands, on it was a Brittanian breakfast, consisting of sausages, bacon, eggs, fried bread and a mixture of other things. Minna took one look at the tray and felt her stomach lurch. She bolted for her bathroom, clutching both her stomach and mouth. Trude blushed slightly as her commanders ass was on view for all to see, then her and Erica followed Minna to the bathroom to help her out.
"You really are having it a bit rough, aren't you?" Erica said, holding back Minna's long red hair.
"You can't just say that about your commander, Hartmann! Show some respect!" Trude yelled. The blonde didn't flinch at all, and continued to soothe Minna. Trude was lingering awkwardly in the doorway, unsure of what to do. She didn't know how to react around sick people, and had no idea of what would help and what wouldn't. After a few minutes, Minna resurfaced from having her head in the toilet bowl with a redness in her cheeks, mainly from embarrassment.
"I'm so sorry..." Minna mumbled, not looking her long term comrades and friends in the eyes. Erica put a finger under Minna's chin and lifted her head until Minna was eye level.
"Minna, you don't need to apologise for being sick." Erica smiled.
Carefully, the aces assisted the commander back to her bed. After a moments thought, Trude started to dig through one of Minna's drawers. Minna looked on in surprise as she realised that it was her underwear drawer. It came as a little bit of shock to her when she felt a breeze below, and it came to her attention that she has neglected to put on her panties. Minna blushed a delicate shade of red, before fumbling around with the duvet to cover herself.
"Don't worry Minna," Erica stated with a sly smile, "we've seen it all before remember?" Those few words caused Minna to blush further. Trude returned to Minna's side with a pair of black panties, her face was like a tomato as she handed Minna the panties. With a silent nod of thanks, Minna quickly pulled them on; Erica and Trude looked away.
"How about some breakfast?" Trude picked up the tray once again, " It'll get cold."
Minna's stomach did a somersault as the dreaded food came into view. She looked away and held her hands up in defence.
"I really don't want any. I'm not hungry." She lied. Well it wasn't an exact lie, she just wasn't hungry for that particular meal. Trude put the tray down again.
"Minnnnaaaaaa~ You have to eat~" Erica said in a sing song voice.
"You won't get any better." Trude muttered, her mouth watering slightly at the sight of the juicy sausages.
"Please just take it away. I really can't stomach anything right now."
Trude decided to change the subject, as Minna could get pretty sharp if needed be.
"You should get some rest Minna." Trude commented. Minna looked awful. The dark rings under her eyes seemed to have a big effect on her look. But Minna shook her head.
"I'm fine. I think I'll get up now." The commander swung her legs over the end of her bed and attempted to get up. She was stopped by Trude.
"Minna, as your comrades-"
"As your friends," Erica interrupted.
"As your friends," Trude coughed awkwardly, " We are telling you to rest. You can't fly like this, heck, you can't command like this! We won't let you!" Both aces stood in front of their superior, blocking her way out the room.
"Trude, Erica, I'm fine! Please." Minna pleaded, trying to look lively. Unfortunately luck wasn't on her side.
"Maybe if you eat your breakfast, we will let you out of here for a bit. But no flying." Trude decided, her face distorted with emotion.
"We will check at lunch. Bye bye Minna!" Erica hugged the red head and both her and Trude headed out. Just as they were approaching the door, there was a sharp knock on it.
After a moments hesitation, Trude opened it.
"Ah, Major Sakamoto." Trude dipped her head respectfully.
"Can I see Minna? I only just finished training and I heard she wasn't well," Mio scratched the nape of her neck awkwardly. Trude looked at Erica, who in turn looked at Minna. The commander shook her head vigorously and made hand guestures signalling that she didn't want to see Mio. Erica relayed this to Trude.
"Minna's sleeping."
"Can I still see her?"
Again Minna shook her head with so much force Erica thought her neck might snap.
"I don't think she wants visitors." Trude used her firm voice this time, as Minna had made it clear she absolutely didn't want to see Sakamoto. Mio seemed to realise that she was the superior officer, and had more control over the situation.
"Move Barkhorn. That's an order." Mio straightened up and looked the brown haired solider in the eye. Gertrud stood solid in the doorway. She wouldn't let anyone pass.
"Minna gave me the order that nobody was to visit, and anyone that does has themselves a month of toilet duty and they are grounded on base for two weeks." Trude lied. Trude wasn't a naturally good liar, and struggled to tell the simplest of lies, but somehow she managed to convince the Major. Mio hated being stuck on the ground, she could train as hard as she wanted, but nothing was the same as the joys of flight. The freedom in the air made Mio feel alive. As much as she loved Minna, she didn't feel like risking her freedom.
"Fine then. Maybe you should lie down too Barkhorn, you look a little red." Sakamoto turned tail and left the Karlslandians.
"Somebody is persistent." Erica commented, scratching her arm drowsily whilst yawning.
"Thanks. You two can go now," Minna's quiet voice interrupted Erica's train of thoughts. The commander felt terrible about sending her girlfriend away, when she only wanted to help, but Minna really couldn't face her.
"Okay, we will come and check on you a lunch time though Minna. Please try and eat something," with that, Trude grabbed Erica and dragged her out of the room. Minna let out a sigh of relief and all of a sudden felt hungry for the breakfast she had once denied. Hesitantly, the red head reached for the tray an pulled it onto her lap. Delicately, she bit into one of the sausages. It was glorious. The meaty taste filled her mouth and it made Minna realise how hungry she was. Within a few minutes, she hungrily devoured the entire tray, even the fried bread which was something she wouldn't usually touch.
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"Minnnnnnnaaaaa~ Miiiiiiinnnnnaaaaa~~~" Erica sang quietly in the ear of the sleeping commander. Minna was fully dressed, lay on her bed with her mouth slightly open, drool dribbling down her chin. A troubled look was on her face.
Once she had finished her almost cold breakfast, Minna had prepared herself for the coming day, as she usually would. She had combed through her shoulder length red hair and styled it in her casual hairstyle. Minna had then finished putting her green jacket on, buttoning it all the way up to the top and straightening out the creases as she went along. Her boots were next, strong and sturdy, and they were pulled over her feet. Minna straightened her commanders badge and was ready to go.
Unfortunately she still had a few hours before Erica and Trude would be checking on her, so she tried to do something productive. There were little things to do that were actually productive. With all her paperwork in her office, Minna couldn't do it. So, the red head spent her time polishing her buttons and shining her shoes. Even then she still had plenty of time left, and Minna made up her mind that she should just lie on the bed for a little while. But, that lead to a deep, much needed sleep.
"Don't wake her Hartmann! She obviously tired! She sick remember?" Gertrud pulled her friend away from the sleeping girl. Erica let out a sigh of boredom and tapped her feet around while Gertrud examined the empty tray.
"At least she ate something." Trude commented to herself, since Erica was busy being bored.
"Trudeeeee I need to peeeeeeeee, can we go now?" Erica whined. Even looking after Minna was boring if she wasn't awake.
"Just use Minna's bathroom, we should stay a little longer."
"Urgh fine," Erica stomped off to Minna's bathroom, almost slamming the door but remembering at last minute that a sick witch was sleeping in the room.
Trude put her hand to her brow and sighed.
A moment later Erica poked her head round the doorframe.
"Hey, Trude, look at this," the normally disobedient sixteen year old looked unusually serious. Gertrud stepped into the bathroom with her younger friend.
"Don't tell me-"
"No it's not that. THIS" Erica pointed to a small cardboard box in the small bin, beside it was a disfigured piece of plastic.
"What is it?" Trude asked, already suspecting she knew the answer.
"It's one of THOSE tests" Erica's eyes were like saucers, like when a cat had spotted something it wanted to chase or eat.
"...You don't think...?"
"She's got the symptoms. Vomiting in the morning, certain foods triggering stuff..." Erica trailed off, not really having any solid proof of their friends pregnancy. But after a moment a thought sprung to mind.
"Trude! When was your last period?" Erica asked. Trude immediately burned red with anger and embarrassment.
"Hartmann! That's personal! You can't expect me to-"
"You and Minna have the same cycles, just-"
"How would you even know that?!"
"I just know! Tell me!"
At first the brunette mumbled and stuttered, but after a nudge from Hartmann she answered.
"I-it finished two days ago..." Gertrud stuttered, her face red with embarrassment.
"So that's why you were reluctant to sortie." That comment increased in burning in Trude's cheeks. With a chuckle, Erica opened Minna's personal cupboard. She dug through multiple medicines, creams and toothbrushes before she came to her target. The box of sanitary towels was clearly untouched, shoved right to the back of the cupboard.
"She must have missed her period, these haven't been touched in a month" Detective Hartmann was solving things left right and centre.
"Don't be a fool, Hartmann, you can't be right about our cycles been in sync." Trude snorted, though secretly afraid the blonde was right.
"There's only one way to find out" Erica's eyes rested on the bin, Trude followed her gaze and let out a sigh.
Trude bent down and picked the crushed pregnancy test up. Through the cracked screen, a plus sign could be seen.
"...it says positive..." Trude gulped. "What is she going to do? She can't fly when pregnant, it's dangerous!"
" I wonder who the father is~" Erica said dreamily, twirling her hair. " Maybe it's that guy who does her striker Maintenance-"
"Erica stop."
"Or maybe it's that ot-"
"ERICA!" Trude growled. Before she could say another word a third person came into the bathroom.
"Erica? Trude?" The two froze and turned their heads, stood in the doorway, Minna was rubbing her eyes. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped when she saw what Trude was holding.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"...so you found it?"
[NOTES]
Minna's Pregnancy (Completly non-canon): Once a year a witch has a heat cycle because of their merged familiar, during this time witches may have a high sex drive and some produce a liquid in their cervical fluids which can make it possible for a witch to impregnate another witch. As the magical power of a witch declines, so does the chances that they can impregante another witch.