Disclaimer: I don not in any way, shape or form own R5 or the Lynch family. I do however own the story line and any OC's featured. (This applies to every chapter if I ever forget to include it.)
6 WEEKS LATER
"Would you rather, clean out every toilet here or get attacked by a dog?" I looked at Charlie weirdly, we'd been playing would you rather for a while and his were getting weirder and weirder.
"Clean out the toilets?" I answered warily and he laughed. "You're just weird." I said bluntly and he laughed more, a huge smile on his face. "My turn. Would you rather-" I cut myself off as I felt something crawl up my throat. I faced away from Charlie and I coughed, vomit splashing onto the floor. I breathed deeply through my mouth and clutched my stomach as it twisted. I whimpered as more vomit crawled up my throat and joined the rest on the floor.
"You're ok, just breathe." I heard Charlie coach me and it was comforting. He breathed and clamped my eyes shut when my stomach cramped. After about 5 minutes and slowly moved so I was against the wall and facing Charlie again. "That's the fifth time since yesterday." He muttered to himself and I leant my head against the cold brick wall.
I looked at my cage door as it was opened and my leader scrunched his face in displeasure. I moved onto my hands and knees to crawl to him but my stomach lurched and I threw up again, only my stomach acid coming up because whatever I'd eaten had been brought up a few minutes ago. My leader called for another man and told him to get someone before he walked into my cage. "Come here." He ordered as he stood in the centre of the cage and I followed the order slowly, trying to calm my stomach as it churned painfully.
I looked to my door when it was opened and I recognised the surgeon instantly even though I hadn't seen him since Marcus left. He looked at me and I pulled the tattered shirt closer to me, I'd finally earned old and dirty clothes a week ago. "Bring him to my office, and clean that mess up." He walked out of my cage and my leader put the chain on my collar. He walked slower then he usually would and stopped whenever I had to stop and clutch my stomach. We eventually got to the surgeons office and I pulled against at the chest, I didn't want to be anywhere near here. "Good, now get that shirt off him and get him on here." I flinched when I was pulled onto my feet and the shirt was taken off my body. I breathed deeply and I started to struggle when I was pushed towards the table by the surgeon's chair. The back of my knees were against the bottom of the table and I was laid on my back on the table, with my hands being stuck to the table legs with the magnets in my hand and my legs were cuffed to the end of the table. The surgeon stood up and walked closer to my hips and as he was about to touch my hip I started to struggle. "Stop moving you little brat!" He screamed at me, but I struggled more. "Get a belt." The surgeon growled and I struggled more when I was lifted off the table slightly so a leather strap could be put under my hips. The other half of the strap was put over the top of my hips and the ends were tied together tightly before clips were put on either side and attached together with a short chain under the table to I couldn't move. "There." The surgeon muttered as he walked to me again and put a hand on my stomach.
I tensed as he pushed my stomach down in different places before he stopped in one place. "Bring him through, I need to check something." The table was rolled into the room where the surgeon had shown off my scar and the work he'd done inside me. I closed my eyes and swallowed as the familiar sound of the ultrasound machine being switched on filled the room. I flinched when the cold jelly thing was put onto my stomach, closely followed by the ultrasound wand thing. The room was filled with the sound of the machine and after a few minutes, something rapid filled the room. "It worked, it actually worked." The surgeon spoke, surprise clear in his voice. I looked at the TV mounted on the wall, and there it was. An ultrasound clearly showing a round thing that was clear, with an alien like thing moving inside it. I stared at the screen, I couldn't look away. "Call Marcus. Tell him to get here now." The surgeon ordered as he shut the machine off and the screen went blank. "You are going to make me a fortune!" The surgeon spoke to me. "Set up a conference, this needs to be shared!" Another man ran out of the room so there was only me and the surgeon in the room. His hand was on my shoulder and I flinched at the touch. "Good job." He said simply before he walked out of the room, leaving me alone.
'What is happening? How can this actually be possible? This has to be a dream, it has to be.' I thought to myself as I closed my eyes, and I saw the image of the alien looking thing behind my eye lids. I kept my eyes closed, the image slightly relaxing me. 'Why is this so comforting?' I wondered to myself and I opened my eyes when footsteps got closer to the room.
"Why have you called me here? I have things to do." Marcus's voice filled my ears before I saw him and he froze as he walked through the door. "Why is he tied up!" He exclaimed as he walked closer to me.
"Don't do anything, there is something that I want to show you Sir." The surgeon stopped Marcus quickly.
"Go on then." Marcus growled and the surgeon quickly put on the ultrasound machine. "Wait, are you going to show me what I think you are?" Marcus asked and a small smile started to appear on his face. The surgeon put some jelly thing on the wand and spread it with the jelly that was still on my stomach. "Oh my God." Marcus breathed as the alien thing was shown on the screen again. "You're happy." Marcus spoke and I was confused before I felt the smile on my face.
Sooooo, Riker's pregnant. What do you all think?