Notes: Sorry for the delay. I started this chapter with one clear thing in mind... and when after barely 900 words I had done it my mind blocked itself and I couldn't continue... but then, I wrote my last SGU fic and the block slowly faded away. xD So, here I am.
This chapter almost contained a threesome... but then I thought: Hey! Though that seems to be cool or hot or both or none, I do think that I'm not capable of sticking it on the story... Even when there's a lot of crazier things going on, uh?
Oh! I have bad/good news. The bad news is that there's only two chapters left... The good news is that there's only TWO chapters left! Yay... Err... Ehehe... xD
"Warnings": OoC, I wrote it without beta, so... crappy English and awkward phrasing. :D And... insults, I am sure I wrote some. OH! I re-read it to see if I wrote wrong some word... like instead of writing "gasp" was "grasp" or such (not such luck so far xD), so if you see things that does NOT make sense... that's it xDD I'll try to correct the mistakes on the following days... though don't expect too much of me :P
Disclaimer: SG·U and it's characters and settings aren't mine, just the story and what I make them do. I would LOVE to have them, but... *sigh* until I have 4.3 billion dollars I'm sure I won't be able to have it :P xDD
12. In which Vanessa has Hope and Faith
They were on their monthly reunion. At first they were surprised when on the fourth reunion appeared the late California's senator's wife, Mrs. Armstrong. But when they get to know her, things got less awkward. Sometimes they had to postpone the meetings, when Mrs. Wallace wasn't feeling strong enough. But it was ok.
It was funny to think how all this came to life. Sharon only pretended to know some of the others affected. Camile had told her the situation of Mrs. Wallace and after she said her good bye before going into stasis, she went to meet her. Mrs. Wallace was a really kind woman, worried sick about her child, but happy that he got to do what he dreamed, in a sense.
People noticed them, and some more came in. They made reunions to support each other, and even when they could "meet" their friends and family now, Sharon still wanted to do this. It helped over all those three years, and she wasn't that sure she would survive now without them. Since Destiny made contact again, people had been abandoning the reunions, but there were still some people who came. They were now in her house.
This month, Mrs. Wallace, who constantly asked them to call her Maryann, had baked cookies, the favourites of his son. Mrs. Armstrong, who preferred to be called by her last name, had brought biscuits, and Thomas Hurts, cousin of Dr. Dale Volker, something to drink.
It was peaceful like this. They chatted, they shared, they laughed and cried. It helped. Sharon sometimes thought this helped more to see her wife in another person body. And she had to tell. She had to share. She had to tell them about Camile and another woman, and babies. What came in reply to her words was a cheerful talk about some Dr. Rush and his daughter.
"I mean it, Dale is sooo frightened of the infant, and she can't be older than a few months! He told me that he once held her, and she stared until he felt like crying."
"That must be her father's patented look," they all laughed. "Camile complained about him a lot. He was totally uncontrollable."
"Eli came a few days ago, and he told me that the child is a sweet baby. He said that he self-proclaimed as her Godfather and Uncle. As if those where like the titles he used to like when he was playing in his room."
"So, probably, this other woman will give birth anytime now?"
"More or less."
A few hours latter she was closing her front door, smiling at her friends while each one took their way. She was somewhat exhausted. She sighed before cleaning up the living room.
/0/
Eli glanced towards Desiree sideways again. She was still staring at him. "You know? You should blink more, or you will, you know, damage your corneas?"
The baby made a sound, but kept staring while sucking at a piece of cloth. She liked to suck at it like crazy. Or, if she could, suck at her dad. If Rush was holding her and she was near enough, she would suck at his neck, or face or whatever was at her mouth's reaching. This, of course, made a predictable Lt. Scott freak out. Or at least, until some merciful soul told him where did Rush got those "love bites". Oh! And Rush shaved. Rush shaved!
Eli was totally, utterly, completely sure it was because Desiree disliked his beard. It must itch or something and Rush wouldn't do anything to harm his precious jewel. While still thinking about these and other maybe-useful-in-the-future events, he knelt before baby-Rush. She was still staring at him. He waved a hand over her head and she followed the movement. Then, she took out the cloth from her mouth and made a face.
"Oho! No, you won't start crying now. Here."
At first, she didn't want the cloth, refusing to acknowledge it so Eli tried again with a dry part. She took it immediately, sighing in relief, it seemed. Eli could help a smile.
"You should decide what you want to do, before doing something," he instructed, not sure if that had anything to do with what just happened.
It was strange. Rush trusted him enough as to leave her with him, and not with Matt, who was her other dad. It could have something to do with the fact that some days ago Matt tossed the child into his arms and ran after Chloe. Well, right now that wasn't anything to be concerned about, since Lt. James was giving birth in that exact moment. Rush was still in medical leave, and TJ wouldn't let him go out of the infirmary for too long, so he was like a prisoner there, but that didn't mean that Desiree had to stay there all the time.
Before, it was Matt who took her out and gave her some walks over the ship, now it was upon him. Someone called at his door. When he looked up, Chloe was at the jam, looking at both of them with a huge smile.
"She is a piece of candy, uh?"
"Yeah, she have most of the crew in her little finger."
Chloe laughed. "I am here to let you know that you can return with her to the infirmary. And that we have two new members on the crew. Want to come and meet them?"
"Sure thing!"
He picked Desiree up, and trailed off after Chloe. As soon as she felt the change in her surroundings, the baby started to gurgle happily, as if being carried was the most delightful thing in the world.
"Told you, a sweetie."
/0/
Months have passed and the three sweeties of the ship had all the crew mesmerized by them. Desiree blabbed a lot now, throwing comprehensible words now and then. James' twins didn't "talk" yet, and their names made some of the crew win bets. James had picked them and Camile had agreed to let the lieutenant choose them. Faith and Hope had light brown hair, dark eyes, and sweet smiles.
Brody had bet on Faith and Hope as the names the soldier would pick, and he won. He told the rest that it was clearly the names someone normal would pick in these conditions, being as those babies were their future aboard Destiny. Said comment made more than one think about Rush as not-so-normal regarding the name he had chose to his daughter.
The only one on board who didn't seem to like Desiree was Volker. He was once left with the child. She stared at him, with her blue eyes. It was a stare he had seen on Rush's eyes more than once. A stare so intense it was unnerving. He was used to them by now, that was true, and he even replied to Rush now, not letting the mathematician get his way all the time. He was an astrophysicist, for God's sake! He was more useful out there than Rush, and he was not going to let the man step over him ever again.
So he stared back at the baby. She sighed shortly, but she did not blink that much... or at all. And he ended up feeling like that baby was mocking him. Looking at him over the shoulder, as if he was nothing.
"It's just my imagination," he told TJ after the episode. "It can't be true. She... she can't be thinking that way, right?"
"Dale, please, relax. She's just a baby."
"Yes, yes I know. But whenever I'm near her I can't help but remember Grenuille, the bad guy on 'The Perfume', and wonder if she is like him at all."
TJ looked at him. "You should rest a bit, maybe. You are not being coherent."
"What?"
"Well, you look like you need a nap."
"Yes, I had been thinking about this all night long. I mean, Grenuille, at first, when he was a baby, made his mum get killed. He started crying just when the police was passing by. And, and, he mocked the cleric man sniffing at him while he had no scent whatsoever. So it wouldn't be that crazy that a baby has-"
"Stop! Dale, please, take a nap, okay?" Volker nodded. "I'll go and talk with that baby and request that she stops staring at you."
Volker made a face. "You are mocking me."
TJ shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. Now, shoo, go to sleep."
/0/
Though the situation was still awkward, Colonel Young had managed to exchange words with Rush without it being too embarrassing. The man acted as if what had happened between them did never happened, so Young did the same. It was easier this way. Even when he had some wet dreams about it. But he could act as if it never happened. After all, it was nothing more than sex... right?
No, not right. He still felt something. Even after these past months their Fate device had been inactive. And that something bothered him. He hadn't been inclined to define that feeling, simply had wrapped it and swallowed and pushed it down, so down he was stepping on it, so he could avoid thinking of it. But still, sometimes he caught himself looking at or for the man. He was well aware too that Scott had been eyeing all the male crew members with hawk eyes, as if trying to find someone in particular.
"How are you doing, lieutenant?" he asked, approaching the young.
"Good morning, sir. I'm doing well." As he finished talking he winced. Young looked at the same spot he was looking. Rush was in the other part of the mess, sitting with Mr. Brody, Dr. Volker, Chloe and Dr. Park. Park had Desiree on her lap. The child was looking at her dad while he ate.
"Are you sure?"
"No, sir."
"You can talk to me," he offered.
"I know Rush wasn't faithful."
Young chocked in his drink. "Wha-what?"
Scott was looking at his hands. "I know he was with others while he was... not with me."
Young raised a brow. "So?"
"So..." the lieutenant sighed. "So he was with other people, while I struggled between my desire to be with him and my desire to be with Chloe and I fucked it all up. And I am feeling really bad about that. I wish he was only mine. And I envy and curse those who were with him. But I don't know who they were. Not yet."
Young thought that Scott was really slow regarding that matter, since even him knew about the bets on who was Rush's baby's other father. And he knew who were in the list. Apparently the betting pool was top secret or something. Or maybe the young lieutenant didn't pay any attention to those things.
Suddenly, a burst of laughter made both men look towards the scientists' table. Rush was making faces to Desiree, and she was not the only one who was laughing, but hers was the loudest by far. The child tried to clap in delight while looking at her father with a big smile. She reached for him and he got her on his arms, kissing her cheek, or more like chewing her cheek with his lips, which made her laugh even more.
Young couldn't help smile at the scene before his eyes. At his side, Scott was tense. One only needed a glance to know that the young was burning inside, trying to hold back and not get up and run towards his daughter and Rush and hug them both.
"You should give up, forget about getting together. It's not going to happen," Young said, concerned.
"I can't."
"Matthew, I'm saying this as a friend, you should-"
"It's not like I have not tried. Literally, I. Can't," he said. The look in his eyes was almost desperate. "I... I..." Scott blushed, then leaned and talked in a quiet voice. "I can't get... hard... if it's not thinking about him," he confessed, casting down his eyes, ashamed. "I can't help it. I'm in love with him... or full of lust. Or whatever that device got inside my head. All I can think about is having them both to attain happiness."
Young didn't whistle, though he was close to it. The boy had it tough. Tougher than he thought at the beginning. He slapped his shoulder in a comforting way.
On the other part of the mess, Vanessa James and Camile Wray had each one of their daughters and were surrounded by a huge party of the crew. The twins looked bored of that much attention and only acted or responded to their mother's voices.
"The other day I had a weird conversation with Rush," was saying James.
"Oh, really?"
"Yes. We talking about breastfeeding. It was so weird."
"Wait, what!? Rush is breastfeeding Desiree?"
"Wow! That has to get recorded. We need to sneak a kino in wherever he feed her."
"Yes, totally yes. That's has to be weird."
"Ug, no, please. I don't want to have that in my head."
"Uh, Vanessa, did your breasts get bigger!?"
They continued with the conversation. Scott having heard most of it. Yes, he wanted to see it too. But he had the feeling that he would attack Rush if he was present. He knew that he wouldn't help himself. He surely would jump at the opportunity and would suck Rush's milk out and taste it. He had been thinking about that too much lately. And that thought aroused him. And that that thought aroused him ashamed him even more.
/0/
Rush was annoyed by the group of morons that populated the ship. Sometimes just rolling his eyes wasn't enough. He wanted to throw some of them out of airlocks. He finished giving Desiree her dinner and rocked with her until she fell asleep. She was starting to eat more solid meals now and Dr. Lam had told him that he could start thinking about stopping the breastfeeding.
After he left Desiree on her cradle, he heard a faint knock on his door before it hissed open. He didn't had the time to turn around.
"Oh! Sorry," said his visitor in a low voice.
Rush grinned at him and walked towards the door. "You should have waited until I opened it," he mumbled, nodding towards the cradle.
"Yeah, sorry. It's just that I kind of wanted to talk with you..."
"I can manage that, I suppose..." Rush snorted.
"...about Matthew."
Rush looked at him in the eye. "Are you serious?"
Young shrugged. "I feel bad about him. And about what happened between us."
Rush looked away, crossing his arms in front of him. Desiree sighed in her sleep, making Rush look back at her.
"How's she doing?"
"Great. She sleeps more in the night now. Or whatever pass for night-time here," said Rush, still looking at the cradle, half body turned. He raised a hand to rest on his neck. "She will eat without me in some weeks more, I hope. Her upcoming teeth are not exactly welcomed," he commented, then gasped, turning to look at Young, startled. A blush crept up his cheeks. "Am... forget about that."
Young nodded, feeling awkward. He couldn't help his eyes to wander to Rush's chest. "Do you really...?"
Rush blushed even further. "I don't want to talk about it." Not with you, anyway.
"Yeah, of course. It's just...," Young cleared his throat, forcing his eyes to look up to Rush's own. "About Matthew..."
But something inside him stopped his mind and tangled his tongue. He was merely looking into those dark, brown eyes, nothing unusual. He noticed the parted lips, and the blush still there, growing stronger as seconds passed. That same something possessed him and he took Rush from behind his neck and kissed him, walking into the room and closing the door with a fist.
His hands ran frantically over the scientist's body, walking him backwards towards the bed, were Rush sat, and Young sat on his lap, both his hands swimming between Rush's locks of hair. Rush's hands had a firm grip on his ass. God, but he loved those big, strong hands.
With a sudden, controlled movement Rush rolled them. Young laid on his back on Rush's bed, with the man between his legs. They didn't stop kissing, or touching. He was starting to feel his groin tighten, and he could feel Rush's own interested crotch too.
Young took Rush's t-shirts by the waist and rolled them up, undressing him from waist up, then he got hold of the scientist and rolled them again, so he would be on top, with his legs on both sides of Rush's body. He looked down before lowering his head and taking one of Rush's nipples on his mouth. The sound that came from him was glorious, if muffled.
"No... stop," Rush whispered. "Not here," he complained weakly.
"Where, then?" Young asked, a low grumble on his throat.
They were both panting by now. "Your... your quarters?" Young nodded. "I... I'll look for a sitter..."
Oh! Yes, the child. He almost forgot. He... felt his cheeks grow hot. He almost... with the child in the room.
"You... I mean... If you don't want to... I mean, I was kinda force-"
"Shut up, colonel. I'm just as horny as you, can't you really feel it?" Rush moved his hips in an obscene way that made Young very aware of what was his state. "I haven't done anything since... and I need some action once in a while."
Oh!
OH!
Young felt like he couldn't wait. His quarters were too far. He took Rush's mouth again.
/0/
"Weeeeeird," said Eli, looking at Chloe. She stared back.
"What's weird?"
"Rush coming to you at this hour to take care of his precious jewel? Weird."
"How so? No, Eli, really, why do you think that?"
Eli shifted uncomfortably. He couldn't tell Chloe that he had seen that look in Rush's face before. And that was the look. He was pretty familiarised with that precise look. That was the one Rush had when he wanted to... Eli blushed.
"Eli?"
"He is going to have sex with someone," he blunted, turning even redder. Something inside his guts got heavier. He knew the device was out by now, but the feeling, the memories were not. They all were inside him. He could fight against them, but right now he felt as if Rush was being 'unfair' with him, not coming to him to... help, but going to another instead.
Now, he thought, he knew how Scott felt all the time.
"You... you mean..." Chloe chocked.
"I just know it. I don't know with whom." Eli looked away.
"Oh, Eli," Chloe said, standing up and going to hug him. "It upsets you." Chloe was really surprised about this.
"Uh... well... it... it shouldn't but... I... I don't know."
She hugged him again. "Don't worry. Sooner or latter it'll fade away."
Eli snorted. "I don't think it's that easy."
/0/
He knew. He knew! He was so stupid. And so blind. And stupid. Rush was right, he was a moron. If only he had listened to the rumours that ran up and down the ship; if only he had paid attention to his surroundings. He headed towards the quarters of the first of his 'enemies'. He had been so stupid all this time for trusting Col. Young! He didn't knock, he just hit the release of the door to find a scene that shattered his heart even further.
The colonel had his hands around Rush's waists, Rush's hands were on Young's hair. Their embrace was loose, and they were kissing. He saw a tongue sliding back to it's place before both men looked at him, surprised. Scott could smell sex on the air, the bed was undone and they looked too relaxed. They had just finished!
Scott entered the room and closed the door, looking at them with hurt in his eyes. "How could you do this to me? I trusted you," he muttered, voice shaking and not coming out all the way.
"Matthew...," Young started.
"No! I don't want to hear you excuses." He began to pace. Rush had crossed his arms before him and was eyeing him as if he was looking at a sulking kid. "I trusted you, I told you about my fears and you were mocking me all the way. You sure had a laugh at my expenses."
"No, Matt, that's not-"
"Stop! I can't believe anything that comes out of your-"
"Lad, stop." With just those two words Scott stopped. Rush sighed. "Look, lad, I told you thousands times already, yes? And this has nothing to do with you, right? It's about my private life."
Young's mouth fell open. He couldn't believe how Rush could be so cold towards Scott, who was so obviously suffering by their actions.
"I-" Scott began.
"No, lad. Nothing you can do now can change what I feel about you. So please, understand."
"What can I do? I'll do whatever you ask me. If I have to change anything I'll do it."
Rush closed his eyes, sighing louder. "It's not about that you do what I say, but that you start acting like a grown up and stop being a puppy, okay? But if you want to know, for starters, you could try and not forget where you leave your daughter or with whom."
Rush was obviously still angry at him about that episode. Scott nodded. "To do that, I'll have to pass time with her again."
"No unless you prove yourself worth the responsibility. And I won't acknowledge you that easily. You can start tomorrow, helping me give her breakfast."
Scott nodded. His face was pale, and he had his hands fisted. "Why can't I touch you? Why can't I kiss you?"
Rush raised his brows. "You think you deserve it?"
It was a low blow, but that one made the youngster retreat to his own quarters, where Rush would collect him in the morning to go with him to the mess hall, so he would start learning how to feed his daughter.
"Wow, that was... rather cold," Young commented.
Rush snorted. "Don't make me start with you," he said, almost playfully.
Young couldn't believe it. He had seen Rush being so freezing cold to Scott, and the next minute he was giving him a grin full of mischief.
"Don't you think you were too rash for him?"
"No. He needs to understand what I had tried to explain him all this time: I can't feel attracted to him in that way. It pains me, and he reminds me of Chloe most of the time. But you," Rush glared at Young. "You shouldn't have come to me like that, if he was confiding in you about our not-relationship."
Young shrugged. "Not the worst I have ever done. When I want something, if I can get it, I go for it regardless if someone else wants the same. Besides, that gave me some advantage."
Rush stared at him, unimpressed. "And here I am, thinking I was the bad guy of the film."
"You know what they say, everything counts on war and love."
Rush laughed. "You are not in love with me, neither of you." Then, he turned and left Young alone.
"Yeah... We are not supposed to fall in love with you," he mumbled, frowning.
/0/
Telford came on board. It had been so long since he last came. He remembered Rush being opened, bleeding too much. And also remembered his kind-of confession. He looked around, spotting Rush immediately. He was holding the baby, while Lt. Scott approached a spoon half full of whatever thing they had come up with to feed her.
He also spotted Young, who was eyeing the scene too, and Eli, who looked so busy ignoring it. On another part of the mess hall, were Lt. James and Wray, giving their own children the same gruel. He headed towards Young, nodding at him and smiling.
How he hated Young at times like this. He liked him, they were friends, but right now Young could, if he so desired, held Rush and kiss him. He wasn't going to say it again ever. Just once was enough.
"How was your day?" he began, trying hard to ignore the ache on his chest, the longing. Destiny and Rush. Two things that Everett got 'for free'. Two things that he desired most. He would never ever tell aloud again.
Look who has come baaaack. Loook who has come baaaack! *Pets Telford's head* Good boy, good boy. I'm planning on things you could do next chapter. Let's see how that works.
I was thinking I might make Scott's kink come true... about him drinking Rush's milk... What do you think, reader? :) Should I? Or better not because that would be strange?
And... yess... Poor Eli is having trouble with his emotions... and... Young... and Scott... and Rush is just being a little bit of a b*stard, yes? xDDD
Chapter 13 prev.: (...)so I have decided to enjoy occasional sex with you in case you would like too. Young stared blankly at the note.
