"I don't think the baby's in there, Doc," said Jack, studying Thor's still grey form dubiously.
"I'm checking his cortical response, general." Janet paused. "He's fainted."
"Great timing!" said Jack. "Slice him open while he's under and pull junior out already."
At that moment the step-stool wobbled and Janet grabbed hold of Sam's tousled blonde hair to steady herself. "Damn, this thing's not stable. Sam, get down on your hands and knees so I can stand on top of you!"
Sam leapt to obey the small and beautifully formed and deliciously authoritative doctor, feeling a sudden warm thrill when she felt Janet's heels digging into her back. "Is that okay, Janet?" she asked submissively.
Janet didn't respond. She was too busy disecting Thor's distended belly - from where like a magician with a hat she pulled out a delightfully cute, blue-eyed, curly-haired, smiling grey baby.
"Oooh," said Thor, waking up as Janet tacked him up again with the remains of the blue threads from Jack's fluffy cuffies, "is that my off-spring?"
The baby looked straight at Jack and gurgled. "Mama!"