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This Chapter: Whilst not directly involved in the main story, key facts are revealed; I would like to point out that I really wanted to also factor in some of the main crew's interaction with the babies...so, here is the EMH at his prime...XD
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Chapter 2: Babies are NOT Footballs…
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There must be an anomaly in his programming…yes, that was it…there was no way such a sophisticated piece of technology –such as himself- should be experiencing these strange…urges…
And yet the miniature creatures lay there, gurgling softly and looking at him; resulting in the over-bearing urge to simply fling the Medical Tricorder over a shoulder, pick them up and make strange, nonsensical noises at the infants. Which was highly illogical for the EMH…
EMH…as in Emergency Medical Hologram, not Emergency Holographic Baby-Sitter!
Still…it was…aesthetically pleasing…to have the babies under his care; and there appeared to be no long-standing effects of the fire-fight, or indeed, the strenuous transportation they had undergone…
So, he supposed, it would be perfectly fine –from a medical perspective- if he were to pick one or the other up to…examine…yes, examine...them. After all, he couldn't be too careful, what with their diminished immune systems at this vulnerable age…
He brusquely tapped in a command to the Humidi-crib's command pad, watching in smug satisfaction as the lid-clasps made a small clicking noise and hissed open. Glancing casually over his shoulder, to generally ascertain there was no other present, he leant down and picked up the nearest infant…
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In partially-maternal panic, Captain Janeway all-but-careened into Voyager's Sick Bay…only to pull up short in surprise…
In the center of the room full of bio-beds and hypo-sprays, stood the Doctor, making the most amusing faces and non-sensical words at the infant he held in both hands, looking right into his eyes.
It was rather adorable…but she wasn't going to tell him that, just yet…
Instead, favouring leaning against a console, both arms loosely crossed at the wrist, hands dangling over the edge…smiling. After a significant period of time had passed, during which he had exchanged the children and continued babbling in the strange language he seemed to have developed –it wasn't like any baby talk, she'd ever heard!- Kathryn gave a small, polite…cough…
Babies were never meant to fly, but if they had been on Earth, Kathryn could have sworn the little girl nearly went into orbit as the startled Doctor flung his hands up in surprise. As it was, she did a pretty impressive impression of a football; sailing through the air…to land in the Doctor's arms again, as he rematerialized half-way across the room. Face-to-Face with his Captain…
"Ah…Captain Janeway…I, ah, I wasn't expecting to see you here quite so soon, I haven't finished analysing the results of-…" There was a sharp beeping noise, he passed the infant to Kathryn and turned away, striding across the Sick Bay to his office, where the console was flashing urgently…
His holographic face drained of colour…and Janeway realised someone had been tinkering with his programming and mentally reminded herself to get B'Lanna to run a few diagnostics on the EMH, later. Aloud, however, she asked, "Something wrong, Doctor…?"
He frowned, "Captain…Kathryn…there is…I am actually not sure how to put this, there is nothing in my database to suggest it is physically possible in Humans…"
Janeway grew impatient, lacing the feeling into the single half-query, half-command she issued, "Doc-tor?" Her eyebrow was raised, hands settled firmly on her hips and body language simply screaming, Spit it out, already! Though as a Captain and high-ranking officer, she would never deign herself to yell at him…throttle maybe…but never yell.
"I-I think it would be best if I re-ran the scans, there may have been an anomalous reading in the initial scan. Although, I would wait to ask the intrepid Lieutenant Paris and Ensign Kim, exactly what, they were doing on that planet!"
He brusquely turned away, muttering under his breath about something defying logic…Janeway sighed, rolled her eyes at his melodramatics and turned to leave…when she heard-
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He moaned.
Everything felt as if it were on fire, and there was a significant chance he was going to be sick…which would just ruin his day completely… Moving cautiously, he wriggled on the familiar surface, a bio-bed, oh yeah…he would know that sensation anywhere; what with B'Elanna persuading the rest of the Crew to vote him, "Ensign Most Likely Find the Bad Things in the Dark" two years running…
Very confidence inspiring…he wheezed out a laugh, immediately regretting it… Then there were people by the bed, a soft hand clasping his own questing one, "Harry…? Harry! I need you to listen to me, can you open your eyes for us?" came the soothing tones of the Captain, she sounded worried and quite stressed. So the little Ensign in his brain flipped his 'obey all commands given' switch, forcing him to crack open his eyes…
He groaned, flinging a protective arm over his face to shield from the lights. A clinical voice instructed, "Computer, decrease internal luminescence by 60%...is that better Mr Kim?"
Peering out from under his arm, slightly more cautiously this time, a weak smile spread over his face, "Y-Yeah, thanks…Doc." He muttered, gratefully, making to sit up; he was gently but firmly pressed down, "Ensign, you will remain where you are until I have finished scanning you! When you arrived, two of your lungs had pierced your right lung and you were bleeding internally. Which is no surprise, considering it appears both Mr Paris's and your internal organs have been-…"
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Harry sprang upright again, "But, what about Vala? She-…" The Doctor casually pushed him back down, "Your daughter is fine…Vala, what a nice name…did you think of it?" he hummed, distracted and not really paying attention. Janeway's mouth was all-but hanging wide open…this changed, everything…
As they fussed over the Ensign, a raspy, dejected voice rose from directly behind them, "Excuse me, but why does he get the Welcome Committee? The main attraction is over here!" The Captain whirled to find Tom Paris gazing accusingly at her, and attempting to bore a bleary hole in The Doctor's back…although it didn't seem to be working…
Harry laughed at him. "Guess I just beat you again…Paris…" he smiled, looking through the gap made by the two officious bodies; Tom nodded, as if absorbing the whole statement with deep thought…then spoiled the effect by loudly asking, "Any chance we can replicate ice-cream?"
He ducked as Harry –somehow- managed to hurl a nearby hypo-spray at his head, "Selfish…aren't you forgetting something…? Someone…?" he asked the Lieutenant pointedly. To which he received a blank look…
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Tom gasped, bolting upright as well, "Oh…Xander?" he half-yelled, half-asked the general room's population…the Doctor stared at him, "Your son is fine! Now, please, Mr Paris…lie down on the bed and try not to aggravate your injuries, I only just finished regenerating the muscles around your right shoulder and left hip. It seems you dislocated the shoulder and had some form of implement embedded in your thigh, can you remember what it was exactly…?
No, lie down, as in lie upon the bio-bed like a good little Lieutenant or I'll sedate you…" Stated The Doctor, glaring at the pilot, who humbly obeyed, spark of rebellion in his eye…and a considerable amount of throbbing from everywhere else…
TBC...
Mwahahahahaaaaaaaaa! Yes, I did stop it at a strange point, more revelations in the next chapter; however, it is 1:20am so, I bid you all, Goodnight!^^
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