The third oneshot! XD yay! Ok, this came to me while washing clothes… go fig. This one is just for the humor. It's inspired by that scene in episode 33 I think it is, when Holland tells Talho she needs to get some rest and she thinks for about a half second that he knows… either that or it's a good time to tell him, but she chickens out. I hope you like.
Honestly, it's not my best... But still, I think it's an amusing premise.
Disclaimer: I don't own this show. Please don't sue.
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Tell
By Ren-chan (aka shinigamivc)
She'd just found out and her life was changed completely. She had gone to Mischa, complaining that she was feeling sort of nauseous recently. She hadn't thought much of it until Mischa told her the news.
Maeter had come onto the bridge and told Talho that Mischa wanted to see her. At that point, she hadn't even been thinking about herself - she was actually wondering if something was up with Holland. He had watched her leave with curiosity - eyes following each step. Upon reaching Mischa's office, she went in with an inquisitive look.
"What's up?" She'd said casually, looking at the older woman with one raised eyebrow.
"Talho," Mischa looked a little nervous, though her voice was completely calm. "Sit down, please."
"Alright." Talho had felt confused by her manner, but did as she said, sitting down on the bed in the corner of the room.
"I'm not sure the best way to say this…" She had started, moving her chair so she was sitting right in front of the other woman.
"…What is it?" Mischa's tone had made Talho nervous.
"No, no, it's not a bad thing… or at least it shouldn't be." Mischa had said, smiling awkwardly and placing a hand on Talho's knee. "I must be doing a bad job with this…"
"Mischa." Talho had said, returning her awkward smile. "Why don't you just tell me?"
"Alright, Talho," She had paused for a moment before finally saying, "You're pregnant."
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Which brought Talho here: in her and Holland's room, pacing back and forth over and over. It wasn't that she wasn't happy; actually, she was very happy. The idea of having Holland's kid oddly made her very pleased. This meant something really wonderful; it gave them a future… something to have after all of this was over. No, that wasn't her problem. What was causing her pace and worry was something that seemed far more trivial in the scheme of things: how to tell Holland.
"Holland." She said his name once, than about another ten times in all different tones.
"Holland." She said pouting, then grinning, then timidly, and so on. Each time she shook her head and sighed, frowning.
Finally, she ran both of her hands through her hair and fell back onto their bed. She stared at the ceiling for a few minutes than sat upright, staring at the wall for a little while.
"I'm pregnant." She said finally and began repeating the phrase.
At one point, she pretended to cry, then pretended to be angry. She even tried different ways of saying it. She stood up again.
"We're having a baby."
"You're going to be a father."
She sighed heavily, then said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster:
"Hey Holland! Guess what!?"
Then she groaned, bringing her hand to her forehead.
"Holland, it's all your fault!"
For some reason that caught her as funny and she laughed softly, "That might work."
She paused a moment before trying again until the phrase "I'm pregnant" didn't even sound like anything - just two words put together meaning absolutely nothing. She groaned. This was really getting stupid.
Why was she afraid to tell him anyway? She wasn't worried that he'd be mad - and even if he was, she'd become a pro at dealing with him like that. She didn't think he'd be angry anyway. She had no idea why she was so nervous.
Talho took a deep breath, trying one more time to possibly say it in a way that made her happy. Shutting her eyes and running a hand through her hand, she calmed her nerves and prepared her mental state.
"Holland." She started, never to finish for she was interrupted by the man himself.
"Yeah?" He said, standing in the doorway staring at her.
She stared up at him, freezing like a deer caught in the headlights of an on coming truck.
They stared at each other for what seemed like hours to Talho - though it was more like 2 or 3 minutes. Holland had an eyebrow raised at her. Talho's hair was disheveled from her hands running through it; her eyes were wide as if he'd caught her in the process of committing a felony - which was weird since they were all felons anyway - and she just i staring /i at him. Her heart was pounding in her ears. It was beginning to drive Holland crazy.
"What?" He said, sounding peeved as his look changed from confused to blank. Talho awoke from her trance, blinking once and shaking her hand slightly.
"N-nothing." She started for the door, moving past him easily and walking quickly down the hall. She turned the first corner and placed her hand on her chest, sighing heavily. She'd tell him…later. Later would be better.
"…" Holland stared down the hallway until she disappeared, then walked into the room.
"What's with her?" He mumbled, "…I really don't get chicks."
--------------------------------------------The End. 'D you like it? Heh, writing it was oddly amusing besides the fact that it was such a silly idea to begin with. Somehow I can picture Talho freaking out like that over something like this.
Anyway, my next story is a lot better - at least I think so… So even if you weren't so crazy about this one, please read on! R&R!
