PLS read and review! I'm starting to feel kind of ridiculous, posting
without anybody reading. So please review about anything, absolutely
anything. Maybe you love it, maybe you hate it, maybe you love aspects of
it and hate other aspects of it, questions, suggestions, comments, hopes,
mistakes I've made etc. etc. etc.. I would REALLY appreciate it!!
There are a few notes that I would also like to add about this fic. First
of all I know there haven't been any DIRECT bug conflicts as of yet, but
please bear with my they're coming very, very soon but if I just start
throwing them in at random my plot is going to stop making sense, or less
than it makes now, and I have to take it one step at a time. Also, I'm
aware that a lot of these points of view are coming from Dizzy or take
place in around where she is; there are a few very good reasons for this.
One is that the bigger events are happening where she and Rico are and
another is that as a girl it is very difficult to write from a guys point
of view the way I want it to be (or for me anyway, I know there are a lot
of people out there who would say otherwise and are in fact doing a
fantastic job).
Now I have most definitely rambled on long enough and I know that if
anybody even read this it was probably mostly skimmed over so on with my
REAL point of posting this: THE STORY! (or the show.or the fic.whatever,
whatever)
RICO:
Dizzy was pacing silently back and forth with the baby in her arms as he began to fall asleep. I could literally watch the different emotions shift across her face like the weather on fast-forward.
"He's coming," I said.
"Nobody else?" she asked, her voice barely controlled.
"No," I replied. "Right now only Doc knows. Having the whole squad around isn't going to help this situation much, or the bug one for that matter, so I'm leaving everyone else where they are for now."
She nodded, her jaw set firmly though she swallowed hard against the lump in her throat while I pretended not to notice.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked, trying to sound casual although I still had to resist the urge to jump to my feet and wrap my arms around her. Who was I kidding? I was always resisting that urge. 'Shut UP!' I ordered myself, another thing I seemed to be doing quite frequently. 'Dammit, just shut up!'
"No," she replied stiffly. "It's just. . . God, Johnny, he's a BABY. Who could -" her voice cracked, "how could somebody POSSIBLY - "she trailed off, biting her lip and staring up at the sky for a moment, trying to regain her control before she continued. Somehow she was keeping her voice quiet enough not to wake the baby, but there was a dangerous mix of tears and anger in her eyes.
Part of me wanted to say 'it's OK', but I couldn't, I was so far from believing it myself that it just wouldn't sound right. Instead I got to my feet and, tentatively, placed an arm across her shoulders. "Hey, you found him, didn't you? He's going to be alright," 'I hope,' "don't worry." As an after thought I did the only thing that I seemed even remotely good at with Dizzy these days, "Besides, you'll make a great mommy," I teased.
She burst out laughing through her tight throat, elbowing me sharply in the gut. "Right, Rico."
"No seriously Diz, as long as you don't call him 'the baby' for the rest of your lives you'll be fine." This time I dodged the swing.
"But you're right," she said, sounding better, however slightly. "We should call him something other than that, I mean we don't know how long we're going to be down here for, right?"
"Not very long if we keep seeing this type of action," I scoffed.
"True, " she replied, "But still. . . What do you think?"
"On a good day - "
A rustle of leaves interrupted me and a moment later Doc was there saying, "Geeze, you were serious?"
"You think we would joke about something like this?" Dizzy demanded.
"Well I was wondering!" he replied, before turning to survey the baby. "Alright, thermal heaters we have, we even have a bit of food, though I'm not sure he'd take it, -"
I glanced at Diz and received a sharp don't-even-think-about-it-Rico look in return.
DOC:
"- and diapers we definitely don't got." I concluded. "But how is he? Can I see him?"
"He's sleeping," Dizzy warned much less gruffly then before as she gently passed him to me.
"Good, it's probably going to be easier that way," I replied. I silently thanked who ever was listening that all my medical equipment, technological or not, was still in tact and working properly as I began to examine the baby.
Actually there was a lot more to be thankful for than just my medical equipment. For one thing the baby had somehow managed to survive whatever ordeal it had been put through and for another he seemed, at the moment, relatively unscathed. He had bruised bones, though none were broken, no concussion or head injuries, besides the various scrapes that in another case might have been the least of his problems, and no frost bight. He did, however, have a bad cold, which could turn into something worse if we weren't careful and he was on the verge of hypothermia, though he did not have it yet and if I could help it he wasn't going to get it. All of these facts raised a few interesting questions though I pushed all of them aside until after I had finished working with the baby, which consisted mainly of cleaning cuts and wrapping him in a blanket or two.
After I had finished taking care of him the conversation between Dizzy and Rico that I had been vaguely aware of seemed to grow louder. It didn't take much to catch the gist of it.
"Guys, it's like that lost puppy that you brought home when you were 8, if you name it you could get too attached," I warned. "By the way, I'm partial to Richard."
"Yeah," Rico replied, "and if you don't like that why not just go all the way and call him 'Doc'?"
"Hey, if that's what you want." I shrugged; carefully sitting down beside them with the baby, still sound asleep, in my arms.
Dizzy grinned, shifting to peer at him over my shoulder. "Jeeze, how do parents do this?"
"How 'bout Andrew," I suggested helpfully.
"He doesn't really look like an Andrew," Rico replied, somewhat thoughtfully.
"Maybe just Drew?" Dizzy said. "Or maybe Mark?"
I nodded, "could work."
Rico, however, despite the pointed looks he received from both Dizzy and I, remained silent. He looked off into space, seemingly unaware of our eyes on him, only glancing at Dizzy every once in awhile, conveniently when she was looking away, at the baby or at me.
Finally he spoke. "What about Eddie?"
I stiffened a little. Now I knew what he'd been considering so thoroughly, there were only so many responses he could get to a question like that, especially with Dizzy in the equation.
I found myself watching her as intently as Rico, though she met neither of our eyes. She continued to stare down at the baby, her turn to be thoughtful. Very slowly a smile began to spread across her lips.
Without looking away from the baby she said, "I'd like that." Finally taking her eyes off of her brother's namesake she looked at me expectantly.
"Hey, works for me," I said, realizing both she and Rico were waiting for me to make the decision unanimous. "Nice choice, Rico."
RICO
"Thanks," I replied.
What can I say? I walk a fine line, I take chances and once in a blue moon things actually work out the way I plan.
"Lieutenant Rico?"
I looked up sharply. After a quick beat I reached up and pressed the com. link button on the side of my helmet.
"Yeah?"
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Another note: if you haven't already read the note at the top please skim through it, it isn't all just me pleading for reviews, though I admit that's a fair part of it, there are some notes about the fic up there as well. Thnx for reading!
RICO:
Dizzy was pacing silently back and forth with the baby in her arms as he began to fall asleep. I could literally watch the different emotions shift across her face like the weather on fast-forward.
"He's coming," I said.
"Nobody else?" she asked, her voice barely controlled.
"No," I replied. "Right now only Doc knows. Having the whole squad around isn't going to help this situation much, or the bug one for that matter, so I'm leaving everyone else where they are for now."
She nodded, her jaw set firmly though she swallowed hard against the lump in her throat while I pretended not to notice.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked, trying to sound casual although I still had to resist the urge to jump to my feet and wrap my arms around her. Who was I kidding? I was always resisting that urge. 'Shut UP!' I ordered myself, another thing I seemed to be doing quite frequently. 'Dammit, just shut up!'
"No," she replied stiffly. "It's just. . . God, Johnny, he's a BABY. Who could -" her voice cracked, "how could somebody POSSIBLY - "she trailed off, biting her lip and staring up at the sky for a moment, trying to regain her control before she continued. Somehow she was keeping her voice quiet enough not to wake the baby, but there was a dangerous mix of tears and anger in her eyes.
Part of me wanted to say 'it's OK', but I couldn't, I was so far from believing it myself that it just wouldn't sound right. Instead I got to my feet and, tentatively, placed an arm across her shoulders. "Hey, you found him, didn't you? He's going to be alright," 'I hope,' "don't worry." As an after thought I did the only thing that I seemed even remotely good at with Dizzy these days, "Besides, you'll make a great mommy," I teased.
She burst out laughing through her tight throat, elbowing me sharply in the gut. "Right, Rico."
"No seriously Diz, as long as you don't call him 'the baby' for the rest of your lives you'll be fine." This time I dodged the swing.
"But you're right," she said, sounding better, however slightly. "We should call him something other than that, I mean we don't know how long we're going to be down here for, right?"
"Not very long if we keep seeing this type of action," I scoffed.
"True, " she replied, "But still. . . What do you think?"
"On a good day - "
A rustle of leaves interrupted me and a moment later Doc was there saying, "Geeze, you were serious?"
"You think we would joke about something like this?" Dizzy demanded.
"Well I was wondering!" he replied, before turning to survey the baby. "Alright, thermal heaters we have, we even have a bit of food, though I'm not sure he'd take it, -"
I glanced at Diz and received a sharp don't-even-think-about-it-Rico look in return.
DOC:
"- and diapers we definitely don't got." I concluded. "But how is he? Can I see him?"
"He's sleeping," Dizzy warned much less gruffly then before as she gently passed him to me.
"Good, it's probably going to be easier that way," I replied. I silently thanked who ever was listening that all my medical equipment, technological or not, was still in tact and working properly as I began to examine the baby.
Actually there was a lot more to be thankful for than just my medical equipment. For one thing the baby had somehow managed to survive whatever ordeal it had been put through and for another he seemed, at the moment, relatively unscathed. He had bruised bones, though none were broken, no concussion or head injuries, besides the various scrapes that in another case might have been the least of his problems, and no frost bight. He did, however, have a bad cold, which could turn into something worse if we weren't careful and he was on the verge of hypothermia, though he did not have it yet and if I could help it he wasn't going to get it. All of these facts raised a few interesting questions though I pushed all of them aside until after I had finished working with the baby, which consisted mainly of cleaning cuts and wrapping him in a blanket or two.
After I had finished taking care of him the conversation between Dizzy and Rico that I had been vaguely aware of seemed to grow louder. It didn't take much to catch the gist of it.
"Guys, it's like that lost puppy that you brought home when you were 8, if you name it you could get too attached," I warned. "By the way, I'm partial to Richard."
"Yeah," Rico replied, "and if you don't like that why not just go all the way and call him 'Doc'?"
"Hey, if that's what you want." I shrugged; carefully sitting down beside them with the baby, still sound asleep, in my arms.
Dizzy grinned, shifting to peer at him over my shoulder. "Jeeze, how do parents do this?"
"How 'bout Andrew," I suggested helpfully.
"He doesn't really look like an Andrew," Rico replied, somewhat thoughtfully.
"Maybe just Drew?" Dizzy said. "Or maybe Mark?"
I nodded, "could work."
Rico, however, despite the pointed looks he received from both Dizzy and I, remained silent. He looked off into space, seemingly unaware of our eyes on him, only glancing at Dizzy every once in awhile, conveniently when she was looking away, at the baby or at me.
Finally he spoke. "What about Eddie?"
I stiffened a little. Now I knew what he'd been considering so thoroughly, there were only so many responses he could get to a question like that, especially with Dizzy in the equation.
I found myself watching her as intently as Rico, though she met neither of our eyes. She continued to stare down at the baby, her turn to be thoughtful. Very slowly a smile began to spread across her lips.
Without looking away from the baby she said, "I'd like that." Finally taking her eyes off of her brother's namesake she looked at me expectantly.
"Hey, works for me," I said, realizing both she and Rico were waiting for me to make the decision unanimous. "Nice choice, Rico."
RICO
"Thanks," I replied.
What can I say? I walk a fine line, I take chances and once in a blue moon things actually work out the way I plan.
"Lieutenant Rico?"
I looked up sharply. After a quick beat I reached up and pressed the com. link button on the side of my helmet.
"Yeah?"
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Another note: if you haven't already read the note at the top please skim through it, it isn't all just me pleading for reviews, though I admit that's a fair part of it, there are some notes about the fic up there as well. Thnx for reading!