A/N: *UPDATE* Not much has changed in this chapter. No more review whoring. Yes, I'm excited that I grew up too. I'd still love some though. ;D I hope this satisfies my loyal fans. Enjoy. M For language.
Oh my god I just want to die.
Rilynn Shepard hadn't thought about wanting to die since she'd returned from the grave, but this was the…what…thirtieth consecutive day of waking up just to race to the bathroom and puke her innards out all over the toilet? It was absolutely horrifying. She felt Garrus' three fingered palm gently rubbing her back and pulling her shoulder length hair out of her face. A very human thought crossed her mind. It made her want to giggle. But that urge died as soon as it began as it just elicited more heaving. She groaned and leaned back against her mate.
"I feel fucking awful Gar." She said rubbing a hand over her sunken in eyes. She felt like her body was bloated and the constant need to pee had her so frustrated that she didn't even want to leave her cabin anymore. Infiltrating the Collector base and keeping everyone alive had been way better than this.
"I'm glad you've finally acknowledged that." Garrus said pulling his mate into his arms. "Because we're going to see Dr. Chakwas right now and you're going to be a good little human and let her poke and prod you until she finds out exactly what the problem is." Shepard tried vainly to pull some semblance of strength from her weak limbs and fight her way out of her lovers embrace. After beating her hands raw on his chest plates and screaming until her voice was hoarse she finally resigned herself to pouting as he carried her bridal style all the way to the med bay. He didn't even set her down in the elevator.
Shepard knew she needed to see the doctor. She just really hated the sterility of the med bay. It reminded her of waking up to find out that two years of her life were missing. She would never really get over that.
"Shepard. Garrus. Is there something I can do for you?" Dr. Chakwas rose from her chair as the pair entered the med bay. She took in Shepard's position in Garrus' arms and gestured to one of the gurneys.
Who the fuck decided to name them gurneys? What an awful, awful thing to name something.
"Shepard has been waking up sick for about a month now." Garrus said as he set the grumpy commander on the cold steel bed. "I would have brought her earlier, but she insisted that she was fine."
"Well," Dr. Chakwas pressed a few buttons on the display and it whirred to life, "do you have any other symptoms?"
Garrus and Shepard exchanged heated looks before he continued. "She's been really sensitive to the touch…in certain places…more than usual." Garrus' mandibles fluttered in embarrassment and Shepard felt heat creep into her cheeks. If her hands weren't burning already she would have punched him. Dr. Chakwas simply nodded and brought her hand up to her chin in thought.
"I assume you mean erogenous zones, the breasts and vagina?" Shepard dropped her face into her hands and Garrus mumbled something in affirmative. They weren't embarrassed by their relationship, far from it. Shepard had flaunted it often by smacking him on the ass or giving him a lap dance during shore leave, but using those big scary words was almost too much. No matter how professional the situation.
"Commander I'm going to have to examine them. Would you be more comfortable if Garrus left?"
I'd be more comfortable if I could just lie in my bed like I have been for the last month.
"No." she said entwining her five fingers with his three. He smiled, as much as a Turian could smile, and gently rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. Dr. Chakwas darkened the med bay's windows.
"Lie back, Commander." Dr. Chakwas said pulling on a pair of latex gloves (thankfully not snapping them on her wrists) and gently opening Shepard's black silk robe to 'poke and prod' at her breasts as Garrus had so awfully put it. Shepard flinched and grunted in discomfort every time Chakwas hands touched her. Even the lightest amount of pressure seemed to burn like fire. And not the good kind of fire. The doctor 'hmmmd' to herself and Shepard took it as a bad sign.
I've got breast cancer or some sort of disease that makes you never be able to have sex again.
Dr. Chakwas closed the top of Shepard's robe and moved down to the lower part. She opened it at the waist and gently pressed against her lower abdomen.
"You're gonna make me pee stop it!" Shepard all but screamed. Dr. Chakwas stared at her for a moment with a look that told Shepard whatever conversation was about to happen was not going to be a fun one.
"Garrus," Dr. Chakwas said turning her stare on the blue faced Turian, "would you get some blankets and pillows from your cabin. And please take the long way." Garrus nodded at the stern look she fed him.
"How much time do you need?" He asked gently removing his hand from Shepard's. She whined in response.
"How about wait until I call you back." Garrus nodded and fed his mate a loving stare before disappearing from sight.
"Okay what the hell do you have to tell me that Garrus can't hear? It's not like I keep secrets from him." Shepard said leaning up on her elbows and glaring at the doctor who blatantly ignored her.
"Officer Lawson." Dr. Chakwas spoke into her omni tool. "I need you in the medical bay. It's urgent." Shepard stared at the worried expression on the doctors' face and rage boiled slowly in her chest.
"What in the hell does Miranda need to be here for? What aren't you telling me, Doctor?" Shepard was worried. For herself and Garrus and whatever the hell was going on.
"I just need to examine you bit more Shepard. I have to be sure before I make any conclusions." The kindness in Dr. Chakwas eyes seemed to help Shepard relax. She nodded and laid back on the gurney. Miranda strode in seconds later her heels clacking on the floor.
"What do you need, Dr. Chakwas?" She said eyeing her commanding officer laid out on a gurney with her robe splayed open the waist. After two years of recreating her she didn't even flinch at the sight.
"I'm going to do an ultrasound. I think you should be here. You rebuilt her after all." Miranda nodded and came to stand next to the doctor as she pulled up a stool and squirted freezing cold jelly onto Shepard's lower abdomen.
An ultrasound? What in the fu-
"Agh!" Shepard shrieked. "Jesus! Save the galaxy and no one can even warm the jelly before the squirt it on you. I'll remember this shit." She grumbled. "What the hell do I need an ultrasound for anyway?" Her glare would have turned anyone else on the ship, except maybe Jack, into a steaming puddle of fear, but to Dr. Chakwas and Miranda she could have been blowing bubbles at them for all the affect it had.
Shepard waited patiently for a few seconds as Dr. Chakwas ran the rubber tipped machine over her goo covered abdomen. Two gasps had her staring at the women at break neck speed. They exchanged shocked glances.
"What?" Shepard bellowed angrily. Their gazes turned to her and the lack of answers elicited another angry 'what' from her.
"Commander." Miranda said in a tone that told Shepard that what they were seeing was possibly the most unexpected thing to ever occur. Hell she'd returned from the grave and hadn't received looks like this. "You're…pregnant." Shepard's mind just couldn't grasp that.
"I'm wha? That is not possible. The only person I've been with since Kaiden is Garrus and…"Her next comment was cut off as Dr. Chakwas turned the screen to face her and there was in fact a fetus curled up inside her womb with a very obvious fringe protruding from the back of its head.
"Christ…" She said, unable to interpret what the fuck she was supposed to feel right now. "I'm pregnant…"
A/N: Like I said, not much different from the original version. There will be more changes in later chapters. Reviews are appreciated.