Disclaimer: I own none of the characters for they belong to Jay Stephen, who was smart enough to create The Secret Saturdays.
Note:I created this to write the many drabbles about this show that I have in my mind and if any of you want to contribute to the growing list, review with a suggestion. I don't care if it's stupid (but please don't make it too stupid) or super serious, just send it in with your review and I'll see if I can squeeze it in here. Anyways, on with the drabble!
Zak sat at the dining table inside the small dining room of the airship. Doyle was to his right while Doc and Drew sat across from them. They were all eating, so Zak didn't know how to ask them about the certain topic he would soon be bringing up. So he decided just to let it out in the open.
"Um…can you guys tell me where babies come from?" Zak spoke aloud.
Doc nearly spat out the water he was drinking, Drew coughed on the food she was swallowing, and Doyle's eyes were wide with shock as his fork dropped onto the floor with a soft thud.
"What's with the sudden need to know that?" Doc asked.
"Well Wadi showed me her baby sister today and said how she wanted to start her own family with lots of babies when she grew up," Zak replied. "I asked her the same thing I asked you guys, but she started giggling and told me to ask you when I got home."
"It's time for the talk, isn't it?" Doyle muttered, looking at Doc and Drew. "I might be his uncle, but you two are his parents."
"How hard is it to just tell me where they come from?" Zak groaned.
"It's complicated, honey." Drew explained.
"Can't you just go along with the whole stork story and leave it at that?" Doyle grumbled.
"If someone just tells me where they come from, I'll leave it at that." Zak snapped.
Doc let out a frustrated sigh. "Come here and I'll tell you."
Zak got up from his seat and joined Doc, who whispered the explanation in his ear. Zak's eyes went wide and he gasped, quickly shutting his eyes from disgust.
"That is the most disgusting thing that I've ever heard!" Zak cried. "I can't believe Wadi wants to go through that!"
"I tried to warn you, but no one ever listens to the smart uncle." Doyle scolded.
"He was going to hear it sometimes," Drew pointed out. "How long did it take you to find out?"
"When I was about 17 and my foster brother and I were vacationing in Vegas, he brought some chick to our hotel room. I'd rather not talk about what happened after that," Doyle shuddered. "Let's just say I got my own room when I figured out what they were doing."
"If you guys don't mind, I think I'll skip the rest of dinner. I lost my appetite," Zak interjected and rushed out of the room before anyone could object.
"Well that went horribly wrong," Doc grumbled.
"You think?" Drew sighed.
"On the bright side, you don't ever have to do it again unless you plan to give Zak a younger sibling." Doyle chuckled. Both Doc and Drew glared at Doyle. "Sorry; jokes make me feel better after awkward situations."
The dreaded "talk" that everyone goes through. My mom tried it on me the other day, but I cut her off by telling her that I already knew the whole deal. We left it at that, thank God! Poor Zak didn't get it as easy as I did, though ;)