Jim knew that Bones wasn't one to keep his mouth shut. Especially when she knew that Chekov loved to ask Bones questions right after sex, so he was bound to let the news spill at some point. It was only a week and a half after she found out that she was pregnant that the rest of the crew were looking at her strangely. It was Chekov who first dropped the bomb.
"Keptin Kirk, Keptin Kirk!" Chekov called to her, bouncing down the hallway walking next to her.
"Yes Mr. Chekov, what is it?" Chekov was beaming by this point, his smile incredible, reaching ear to ear.
"Vhat are you going to name the little ребенок?" The Ensign giggled, his eyes glancing down at the Captain's stomach. Jim's eyes immediately went wide when she realized what Chekov was talking about.
"How the hell do you know about that?" Jim demanded, her voice rough.
"Leonard told me a few days ago! Vas I not supposed to know?" Chekov asked nervously, starting to back up.
"No! I was going to tell everyone when I was ready. Just, please Chekov.. Don't tell anyone else!" Jim pleaded with the little Russian, but Chekov laughed awkwardly.
"Vell, see... I kinda already told Uhura, Scotty, and Sulu... But I couldn't find Meester Spock so he doesn't know." Chekov explained and Jim ran a hand through her hair annoyed. Jim stormed off, now even more terrified than ever because she didn't exactly know who would tell anyone else about her pregnancy. But she couldn't tell Spock. Not yet anyway.
Walking onto the bridge, Jim sat in her chair gazing out at the vastness of open space. They had left orbit about a week ago once Bones and Chekov had finally found the base for an antidote. Now they were currently waiting out in space for another assignment by Starfleet. Sighing to herself, Jim tried to calm down, preying to god no one had told Spock. It seemed like no one had yet, for Spock was still as oblivious as ever. It was then that Uhura turned around and spoke up.
"Captain, I'm receiving a distress call from a planet that's not too far from here. Some form of rioting by the locals has become out of Starfleet control and they're requesting backup from any local ships." Uhura explained and Jim nodded.
"Alright, lets see what we can do. Sulu, is the ship ready for warp?"
"Yes Captain."
"Enagage warp Mr. Sulu." Jim ordered and very quickly the ship was in warp, on their way to handle whatever mess was going on that the Starfleet base on the planet couldn't handle by itself.
When the ship came out of warp and was now orbiting the planet Hodoka, Jim stood up to start making a landing party. However, just as she was about to head to the transporter room, Bones stopped her.
"Jim, we've never tested out the transporter on a pregnant woman before. I don't really think you going down there would be a good idea." Bones whispered in her ear and Jim groaned, glaring at Bones.
"I would agree with you on that point normally... But that was before I found out that you blabbed my secret to Chekov who in turn told the rest of the entire crew!" Jim whispered angrily, tossing her hands up annoyed.
"Hey, Chekov is the one who pegs me with questions right after sex and I'm sleepy so I don't know what I'm saying! Dammit Jim, calm down before you give yourself preeclampsia." Bones mumbled, "You stay here, I'll go down and deal with this alright?" Bones protested and Jim reluctantly agreed, for she knew that arguing with Bones was futile. Bones nodded and left, grabbing Chekov and a few red shirts before beaming down to the planet's surface, leaving Jim and Spock alone in the transport room.
"Captain, it is unlike you to choose to stay onboard for such a mission. Is there anything wrong?" Spock asked, putting his hands behind his back in his typical fashion. The hair on the back of Jim's neck stood up in fear. She couldn't tell Spock just yet. She needed time.
"What? No, everything is fine. I'm just a bit tired is all, Mr. Spock. No need to be worried." Jim reassured him, lying through her teeth. Luckily, Spock didn't detect any lies and Jim was able to leave the transporter room. Jim just had to figure this whole thing out. While Bones and the other members of the crew were handling the problem going on down on Hodoka, Jim went into the Sickbay, locking herself into a private room. Lifting her dress carefully, she glanced into a mirror, her stomach still currently flat except for a slight swell near the base of her abdomen. Grabbing a scanner from a cabinet, Jim placed it onto the swell, activating the scanner to see inside of her.
On the screen was the small dark spot with glowing green light pumping through it. Clearly, the baby had its father's green blood. It was too small to tell the sex yet, but based on what Jim could see and the amount of time it had been since Spock's Pon Farr, she could guess the baby was about seven or eight weeks old. No matter how awkward and shocking the situation may have been, Jim couldn't help but smile.
From what Jim knew about Vulcan biology, a typical Vulcan pregnancy only lasted about five human months, unlike a typical human pregnancy lasting nine. Jim was uncertain as to how long it would be before she would start really showing and how long it would be before she had to tell Spock, but one thing was for sure... She was going to love this baby, whether Bones could find the antidote or not.
