Disclaimer: I do not own Dark Matter or its characters. I just enjoy pulling their strings and making them obey my creative commands.

Bun In The Oven

Six instantly ran to Five's side, concerned. She'd went down hard when gravity kicked back on and she definitely hit her head on the way down. Twice. She was breathing steadily and her pulse was a little elevated from the adrenaline moments before, but she was out cold.

He pressed lightly on his comm. "This is Six. Five is down."

"What do you mean she's down? What happened?" Two demanded, an edge of steel to her voice.

"She hit something on the way down, she's lost consciousness." He answered, just as briskly. He didn't know what happened to cause the fluctuations with the bio dampeners, but it wasn't natural and had to be caused by something or someone. He had a guess or two, but until Two briefed the crew on why the ship was doing acrobatics in space, he could only speculate.

"I'm on my way." She said, the connection cut as soon as she was finished speaking.

"I am, too." One responded, also ending the connection on his side.

There was no comment from Four, which wasn't unexpected since he hadn't spoken much since they had woken from stasis.

Six gently picked Five up, carefully setting her down on the cot the Android had previously occupied.

Two and the Android arrived first without any visible injuries. Four walked in next, also appearing unharmed.

"Any change?" Two asked, coming to stand on his left, lightly caressing Five's teal curls.

"She's been still and quiet." He answered just as seriously.

"Is she alright?" She fired back without pause, glancing up at him with intense brown eyes.

"I don't know. Her breathing is steady and her pulse was normal considering, but I can't say if there was any internal damage from when she landed." He sighed, frustrated at the lack of answers. She could have internal bleeding in her brain or elsewhere, not to mention blunt force trauma and bone injuries.

"I can scan her to see if there are any problems that have arisen or are keeping her from regaining consciousness." The Android suggested, her voice and face were completely expressionless. Both would take some getting used to. She looked human, except for the bar code tattoo on her neck.

"Do it." Two ordered, stepping back as the scanner powered up.

Four observed quietly. Six had temporarily forgotten the other man was there.

One and Three trickled in last, while the scans were running on Five.

"How bad is it?" One queried, walking straight to the medical cot holding Five.

"What the hell happened out there? Why did we lose gravity?" Three barked, getting straight to what he perceived as the greater threat at the moment.

"We don't know yet." Six said, not looking away from Five's serene face. She looked so young and completely at peace despite the violence that caused her unconsciousness.

"We were under attack by an unknown enemy. I had to get inventive to keep the missiles from making contact with the ship." Two said, a hard edge to her voice. She didn't approve of Three's priorities any more than he did. "The scans should be finished. What are her results?"

"I detect no concussion, internal bleeding or any other problematic medical concerns that would prevent her from regaining consciousness when she is ready." The Android stated without emotion. "However, there are abnormalities that require further analysis."

"What abnormalities?" Six questioned, deeply concerned. Maybe there were other internal trauma to her back, abdomen or extremities.

Five groaned, face scrunching up and her head moving to the side a fraction.

"She is beginning to wake." The Android tonelessly, and needlessly, pointed out.

Six touched her face gently, coaxing her fully awake slowly.

"What happened?" She murmured groggily.

That seemed to be the most popular question of the day.

"We lost gravity for a few seconds. We all took a tumble, you hit your head on the way down, so the Android checked you for injuries."

I blinked, the blurriness clearing to reveal Six's relieved face and Two's watery smile.

"What happened?" The last thing I could dredge up was trying to fix the tablet like device I'd found. I succeeded, showing Six that it was working in a moment of pride.

"We lost gravity for a few seconds. We all took a tumble, you hit your head on the way down, so the Android checked you for injuries." Six informed me, gently squeezing my hand.

"I did?" I didn't remember falling or pain. Then again I didn't remember a lot of things. Also, there was a dull ache in my head.

"Yeah, you did. Good news is there's no head trauma. The Android cleared your brain, she focused her scans there because you hit your head twice when you fell. She did say there were abnormalities with the scan, so she will have to analyze them further. Whatever that means." Six shrugged, smiling apologetically. He helped me sit up, supporting me while I got my bearings.

"What abnormalities?" The word sent fear flowing through my veins. It held various meanings, each had the potential to be dire or life threatening. It could also mean abnormality for a freak show, like they had on Terra Prime lifetimes ago.

"Your body is producing increased levels of certain hormones, some of which could have multiple reasons for being elevated. I need to conduct further analysis before a suitably satisfying and correct conclusion can be made." The Android supplied, her hands held behind her back, staring straight ahead at nothing.

"I didn't exactly understand all of that, but okay."

"Until then, I believe it would be best if you stayed in the infirmary. More scans may be needed and delayed symptoms may occur."

"Fine."

"We still have to figure out who shot at us and why." Three glared at the Android suspiciously, obviously believing it possible she had a hand in their predicament.

"We have no way of knowing that." Six shot back, disapproving.

"What I do know is this. I wake up a few hours ago, I don't got any idea who I am or how the hell I got here, nearly get killed by the forgetful robot, almost blasted to scrap by some mysterious ship and now we are floating in the middle of who knows where." Three lists off, pointing occasionally and either ignoring or unaware of Two rolling her eyes.

I was quickly getting tired of Threes' attitude. He's being over dramatic and making the situation as much about him as possible.

"Actually we do know where." The Android interrupted the almost renewed argument. "We're on course for a nearby inhabited world."

Apparently, the Android had initiated a recovery program that was supposed to recover recently deleted or overwritten data. Some of the data was irretrievable. but she managed to salvage some things. She found the original destination of the ship.

We would be arriving in less than twelve hours.

Three turned to leave, appeased with the fact that he had a piece of the puzzle he hadn't a few hours ago.

"That's great, Android." I praised her, relieved to know at least something about before.

"I have completed the analysis of the abnormalities I found on your previous scan." The Android announced, making everyone freeze. They had been about to drift away, go their separate ways until we reached our destination.

I swallowed hard. "What did you find?"

"You have elevated levels of estrogen and progesterone. Your blood oxygen level and basal body temperature has also increased. There is a small mass located in your abdominal region that appears to be biological in nature."

"I don't understand. What does all this mean?"

"You are pregnant."

It felt like every bit of air was sucked out of my lungs the second she said the words. They echoed strangely in my head, tickling at my brain, almost like I had heard them already, but I couldn't remember.

I cast a terrified glance around the infirmary. There were only four men on board this ship and considering that we were in stasis, one of them had to be the father, right? Who? How did it happen? When did it happen? Why? I didn't even know if I was old enough to think of having a baby, let alone actually be having a baby.

I had so many questions swirling around my head. The glare from the infirmary suddenly seemed much dimmer and I started to feel lightheaded.

"Hey! Come on, kid, breathe!"

I blinked, obediently sucking in a deep breath. I hadn't realized I wasn't breathing properly.

"You okay?" Six murmured, his worried face filling my vision. He must have been the one to shake me a little to catch my attention.

"Processing." I murmured back, but I might as well have been shouting in the eerie quiet blanketing the infirmary. I shied away from the hands holding me up.

I needed space to think. Time. I couldn't do that with the touching and hovering.

"Is everything okay with the baby? Could the fall have injured it or-? Can we find out who the father is?" One asked, dark eyes flickering between the Android and me. He was keeping his distance, though. I appreciated that. "There has to be a test or something to determine that kind of thing, right?"

Everyone perked up, waiting for the answer.

"There was no trauma to the fetus when she fell. All scans show normal healthy functions at this time. Unfortunately, the fetus is too premature to determine the paternity at this time." The Android said, dashing the fragile hope that had blossomed in my chest in that one sentence.

"When will we be able to determine the paternity?" Two asked, sharp eyes focused on the Android.

"Paternity can be tested and determined as early as nine weeks into the gestation period."

Tears stung my eyes, my throat tightening a bit. I wiped my face, I didn't want to cry. A tear escaped anyway, my chin still trembled slightly as I fought to get my emotions back under my control.

"This can't be happening." I whispered, voice thick with tears. "I know nothing about any of you and I'm pregnant with a mysterious baby. What is that?"

"Five-" Two moved forward, hand outstretched, concerned and sympathetic.

"I'm fine." I hopped down from the medical cot, not looking at anyone. I couldn't. Their sympathy and worry was playing hell on my frayed emotions. I angled the cot to where it was between me and them, I need the space. "I'm fine. I'm-I'm processing and you guys are-you're not helping when you're staring at me like you expect me to have a breakdown or something. I'm fine."

Hopefully repeating the word enough times will make it true.

"You're not fine." One said softly, his voice gentle and wounded.

The tears came a little faster.

"No." I whimpered, choking a little on a sob.

I hated that I was crying, but I couldn't make it stop.

"That's it for me, folks. If you need me, I'll be somewhere else not being drowned by salt water." Three sauntered toward the door, throwing a half hearted wave our way.

"There's a possibility this could be your child." One called to his retreating back. He glared at the leather vest as it disappeared without further word or a backward glance. "Jerk."

Two looked like she genuinely wished she could cross the distance and comfort me, but she was holding back because I wouldn't appreciate the gesture at the moment.

Four was stoic and silent, lurking in the same spot he had been since I woke up.

"How can we help? What do you need?" One asked gently. He had a soft spirit and kind eyes. I wanted to trust him.

I could possibly trust him.

I shrugged helplessly. The tears had finally slowed down, that was a good sign. "I just want this to be over. I'm already sick of the not knowing. Ever since we stepped out of those pods it's been one unknown after another without fail. Is it ever going to stop?"

"I honestly don't have a good answer." He wasn't pleased with his response.

I opened my mouth to reassure him it wasn't his fault when a thought hit me. I spun to face the Android.

"Android, would you perform a scan or test to tell how far in the pregnancy I am?" I requested, wanting to smack myself for not thinking of it sooner. It could help cement a time frame for when I got pregnant and maybe narrow down the suspects, as it were.

"Of course." She moved from where she had been standing perfectly still, her hands clasped behind her back. "Please resume a prone position on the medical cot and lift your shirt to rest above your abdomen."

I followed her instructions, a hint of self consciousness slowing my movements but not stopping them. I glanced at Two, biting my bottom life nervously and holding out my free hand. She immediately rushed to my side, taking my slightly sweaty head in her own cool one. I squeezed it in shock, nearly starting out of my skin when cold gel squirted onto my stomach.

The Android retracted a wand like apparatus from a compartment lower in the medicine cupboard, connecting one end of it to the display screen.

I surveyed the room, checking on the others reactions. One was anxious, probably as anxious as I am. Six was putting on a brave front, his eyes were focused on the screen, although it was blank at the moment. Four studied the scene, but had no outward indications of worry or anxiety, only calm. His hand reflexively tightened and loosened on the handle of his sword, a small tick.

The screen bloomed to life, the dark glass changed to a fuzzy grey and white with two blobs surrounded by black and flecks of white.

"Due to the size, I estimate you are eight weeks into your gestation period." The Android announced to the room at large, her body stiff and turned away from me.

"Why does it look like that? Is that normal?" One fussed worriedly, eyeing the monitor.

"The split in the middle indicates that there are two fetuses developing in the womb." The Android answered without hesitation.

"Two babies?" He asked, his voice raising an octave. He cleared his throat, his cheeks stained red.

I swung my eyes to the screen as well. My babies.

A swell of emotion more intense than anything I remember feeling swept over me, overwhelming me.

"What now?" Six sighed, rubbing a hand over his face tiredly. He alternated between glancing at the monitor and watching me.

I shrugged, thinking. Should we talk about this more? Is there more of a discussion we need to have right now? Should Three be brought back and filled in or maybe just filled in? I wasn't sure what to do about the baby situation. If there was more I could do about it tonight.

I did know one thing, however.

"I have no idea what we're going to do about the babies or if there's anything we can do at this point. I do know I want to eat dinner and sleep. Hopefully, maybe the next time I wake up there won't be all these problems popping up throughout the day." I sighed wistfully. Food, sleep and peace sounded amazing. No drama, no worry, no fear. "The rest, if there is a rest to figure out, we can sort out tomorrow or as it comes."

"Sounds fair." One smiled weakly, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Good night."

Two wish me a good night and reluctantly followed One, glancing at me one last time to be sure I was okay. Four left without fanfare, just a nod and a good night. Six briefly left to search for dinner, but returned and stayed the night. He didn't want me to be completely alone and truthfully neither did I.

We exchanged a moderately disturbing discussion before I drifted off to sleep, unable to keep my eyes open any longer. I think maybe all of our memories may not be gone, because I definitely had not seen a giant metal door in the hours I had memory of. My dreams were equally strange and concerning. I heard whispers, but couldn't actually understand them. Something about dangerous and secrets.

Strange.