THINGS GONE AWRY IN THE UNIVERSE--PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE
CHAPTER 4 - GOOD NEWS, BAD NEWS
Fifteen minutes later, Kathryn and Sara walked into sickbay. By now, they were both feeling a little green. The Doctor came out of his office, humming cheerfully. He helped the two women onto a biobed, where they sat, side by side, as he scanned them one at a time, still humming. He examined their readings for a moment, and suddenly became silent, his eyebrows rising dramatically.
"Hmm…well, well…"
"What?" Sara and Kathryn asked together, both impatient.
The Doctor looked them both in the eye. "Congratulations. You're pregnant."
"I'm pregnant?" they asked at the same time.
"Yes. Captain, you are twelve weeks along." He turned to Sara. "You seem to have just recently conceived."
Kathryn looked over at Sarah, who couldn't hide the grin that spread across her reddening features as she remembered exactly when she had "conceived".
"Ah. Oh, yes, and you're pregnant with…twins." His eyebrow rose slightly as he registered the fact that he now had six patients, when previously, he'd had two.
"Twins?" they said together.
The Doctor eyed them both warily, unnerved by them speaking together. "Yes, twins."
The two women glanced at each other, then said, "Both of us?"
"Yes, both of you. Now, will you please kindly STOP THAT?!"
"Stop what?" they asked together.
"That!"
"What?" both asked.
"That!! You keep talking together, and it's-it's unnerving!!!"
"Oh, sorry," they said together. They glanced at each other and started to giggle.
The Doctor threw up his hands in defeat. "That was the good news."
They sobered immediately, focusing their attention on the holographic physician.
"During the course of your pregnancies, I am ordering you to cease your drinking of coffee. You both drink far too much as it is, and you shouldn't drink it while pregnant, so…um…" He trailed off as both women glared at him. Sara glanced over at Kathryn, a question in her eyes. The redhead nodded, and they slid from the biobed to the floor and began moving towards him with a purpose. Fearing for his programming, the Doctor backed up until he was against the wall of his office. At warp speed, the Witchblade, which had been glowing since Sara had begun getting angry, sprang to life. Sara's forearm was fully encased in a kind of metal armor, from which a very long, very sharp blade protruded. That blade was pressed against his throat before he could blink, pinning him to the wall.
Only one thought crossed his mind.
Uh-oh.
Over Sara's shoulder, he could see the Captain, delivering the patented, full-force, 100%, you're-dead-meat-mister, you're-going-to-regret-the-day-you-were-born, I'm-bad-ass-and-you're-road-kill version of the Janeway Death Glare.
He could feel his program disintegrating.
Scared out of his wits, he deactivated himself—vowing never to schedule their prenatal appointments for the same time—and Sara tumbled to the ground, the Witchblade instantly retracting to its dormant state. Kathryn extended a hand, helping Sara to stand. They looked at each other, then at the place where the Doctor had last stood, then back at each other.
"It ought to be fun telling our husbands," Kathryn said, her lips curving up in a mischievous grin that matched Sara's impish expression.
Yeah, especially that there will be four infants on the ship in six months instead of two, Sara thought to herself.
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