Disclaimer: see chapter one

AN: Little Miss Bump- since you were asking, here's the chapter with the side effects. Thanks for the encouragement, and I love your new story.

Lissysue- I love the bossy side of John too. It's something we don't see enough of. ;)

And as for Tash not telling; well, you'll just have to read on. Don't want to give anything away. Thanks for the review and encouragement.

Lulu- just like Little Miss Bump, you were also wondering what the side effects were, so everything will be explained in this chapter. Thanks for the review.

Chapter Eleven- Murphy's Law

"Almost all injuries could be treated on site, bar one, who had to go to hospital." John explained at the mission debrief. "Overall, I thought this was a good rescue. Virgil and Alan worked well with each other, and they co-operated really well. Tin-Tin and Tash did an excellent job in triage."

Jeff nodded approvingly. "Is there anything else you want to add?"

John looked around at his brothers, and shook his head. Tin-Tin shot a furtive glance at Tash, which she ignored; instead wincing as she felt blood rushing through her brain again.

Jeff, however, didn't. "OK, have a shower and get something to eat."

They rushed to the door.

"Except," Jeff indicated to Tash and Tin-Tin. "You two."

Biting back a groan, Tash turned away from the door, and stood next to Tin-Tin.

"Was everything alright in triage?"

"Yes. Everything was fine." Tash's voice was clipped and tense.

Jeff raised a disbelieving eyebrow. "Tin-Tin?"

Tin-Tin looked helplessly between her sister-in-law and her father-in-law. "I'm sorry, Tash, but they need to know."

"Know what?" Scott spoke quietly, almost forgotten in the corner, but his voice seemed to carry through the room.

The awkward silence spoke volumes.

"What do we need to know?" The Base Commander asked patiently, but his grey eyes held a steely stare.

"Just as we were about to treat the last patient, Tash blacked out." Tin-tin spoke as though she was on fast forward.

"You had blacked out?" Jeff repeated, dangerously quiet. "Why didn't you stop? You could have done untold damage to your health as well as your baby's health!"

"It wasn't that bad." Tash corrected. "I had a bit of a dizzy spell. I sat down. Now I'm fine, so will you please stop making a fuss!"

Frustrated, she turned on her heel, and stormed out of the room.

Scott slipped his arms around Tash's waist, as she stood on the balcony. "He only worried about you."

Tash sighed. "I know."

"He doesn't want to see you get hurt." Scott rested his head on her shoulder.

"I know that too. But, Scott, I'm pregnant, not an invalid. I can pull my weight as a Thunderbird."

"Baby, no-one said you were an invalid. But it still doesn't change the fact that Dad doesn't want you to get hurt on a rescue, or anywhere else, for that matter."

Tash's head leaned in so that the side of her forehead was resting against his. "Are you angry at me?" She asked tentatively.

"Angry that you had a dizzy spell? No. Angry that you tried to carry on treating patients when you weren't feeling well? A bit." At her questioning look, Scott elaborated. "Tin-Tin told me everything."

"I see."

"Honey, I want you to promise me one thing."

There was a slight pause.

"If you feel bad on a rescue, don't push yourself. Your health comes first."

"I promise." Tash murmured, and they both headed inside.

Jeff pulled a set of keys out from his pocket. "Son, since you have an early evening appointment, stay at the apartment for the night. I don't want you flying in the dark, especially since there's a storm headed our way later."

Scott slipped the keys into his pocket. "I'll let you know how everything goes."

"OK son, I'll see you at home tomorrow."

Jeff stood on the tarmac, as he watched the small jet take off and fly into the horizon.

The glass door of Dr. Handley's office slid shut behind the two people that walked into the office.

"So, how have you been feeling over the past two weeks?"

"Good. Not much pain after the first few days." Scott replied succinctly.

"Right. Have you made a decision about the chemotherapy?"

Scott squirmed a bit. "I'm leaning towards Pentacibil, but I was just wondering what the side effects of Pentacibil are."

The doctor handed Scott a leaflet. "Like any form of chemotherapy, there are a variety of side effects. The most common side effects are hair loss, vomiting and/or nausea, blood thinning, mood swings and depression, weight loss and tiredness. You will also be more prone to catching infections and viruses." He paused, and then continued to explain. "All of these side effects are temporary, and shouldn't affect you in later life. This is a more compatible form of chemotherapy with insulin. If you go for the Capecitabine and Fluorouracil, the chances of the insulin controlling your blood sugar successfully decreases dramatically. However, the type of Pentacibil you'll go on can only be administered through an IV drip. This means that you will be treated as an outpatient in the hospital, and you will have to go back there for the treatment. This will be coupled with a milder dose of Pentacibil pills."

Scott looked over to his wife.

"Go with whichever one you feel comfortable with, Scott. You're the one that has to take the treatment."

Scott tilted his head to the side, and the doctor could tell that he was visibly weighing up the pros and cons of using Pentacibil.

Taking a deep breath, Scott prayed that he was making the right choice. "Pentacibil. I'll go with Pentacibil."

Dr. Handley nodded. "I should warn you now; it's Murphy's Law with Pentacibil. You have to get worse before you get better. The worse you feel, the faster you'll get better.

Anyway, I want to start the chemo tomorrow. The chemo course will last for six months, but you will receive the pills and the IV Pentacibil for three alternate months. The pills will cover you for the other months. The gaps in between IV administered chemo will give your body a chance to 'strengthen up' before it becomes worn down again. Any questions?"

Scott shook his head.

"I will see you tomorrow then."

Scott picked up the cordless phone, and punched in a number. He waited patiently as the phone rang in his ear.

"Hello?"

"Dad, it's me."

With those three magic words, Jeff had turned into a gibbering mess. "When did you get back? What did he say? When do you start?"

"Um, I start tomorrow, but I won't be home until the end of the month."

"Why?" Jeff sounded slightly crestfallen.

"The chemo is a six month long course, and alternate months have to be administered through an IV drip in a hospital."

"Do you want me to come over there?" Jeff was showing his fatherly concern.

"No, I should be fine. I have everything I need right here. IR will need the head honcho in the event of a rescue."

Jeff couldn't stop a small smile tugging at the corners of his cheeks. "OK son, I'll call you tomorrow to see how it went."

"Bye Dad."

Scott put the phone back in its cradle. Tomorrow didn't actually seem so far away.

AN: hope that explains all the side effects and answers any other questions. Please review.