A/N: *UPDATE* Precious little has changed in this chapter. It's still fairly short, but that means I can move on to the more important chapters. :D Enjoy. M for language.
When Shepard awoke the next morning she followed her normal morning ritual of throwing up everything she had thought about eating that previous day. Once she was done she curled up on the cold tile floor and shivered in disgust. She wasn't sure what she found more disgusting the puking or the disasters that had occurred the night before. Everything was supposed to be rainbows and butterflies when shit like this happens.
Why is it that nothing nice ever happens to me?
Her gaze fell to the slight bump, that she really should have fucking noticed earlier and she laid a hand on it. A warm feeling spread through her body and small smile appeared on her face.
I'm pregnant. I'm really pregnant. I'm going to be a mom.
Her smile quickly disappeared when she remembered whose it was and why he wasn't here right now.
"FUCK!" She screamed into the empty air. She pounded her still raw fists on the floor and then laid back, her momentary energy burst spent. "Oh yea its fine Garrus, we don't need condoms. Humans and Turians can't procreate anyway. We have nothing to worry about except allergic reactions and neither of us is allergic to each other. Isn't that convenient?" Shepard pulled herself off the floor and turned the shower on as hot as it would go. "Convenient my ass. Why is it that every time something happens to me there's always a fucking catch? We'll make you a Spectre so you can stop Saren and we can keep our hands clean. We brought you back to life so you can't stop the Collectors from stealing our colonies."
She growled in a very Turian way as the hot spray caused the bathroom to steam. Her hands immediately fell to her 'bump' and she cradled it protectively. Garrus wasn't getting off that easy. He was just as responsible as she was for the situation they were in. She was the one who had to carry the baby, give birth to it and the whole time had to worry about whether or not it would be allergic to her DNA or if she would develop a sensitivity to dextro-DNA and that wasn't counting all the other things she would have had to deal with if she was pregnant with a human.
Ugh! Fuck me. No wait don't. That's how I got here in the first place.
She rinsed her hair and scrubbed the dried goo off of her stomach and sat in the stall with the intention of waiting until the hot water ran out and then going to lie in her bed the rest of the day. But her life had never really cared what her intentions were. Heavy footfalls, very heavy footfalls, sounded outside the bathroom door and Shepard conjured the most evil glare she could from her tired body and directed it towards the door. When it slid open Grunt stood there looking just as annoyed as she was.
"The doctors sent me to fetch you." He said bluntly. When Shepard didn't move to get up he literally pulled her out of the shower, tossed her robe over her and stood with her in the elevator. She was really getting sick of this being carried around thing. She pushed against Grunt's arms in an attempt to escape his grasp.
"Goddammit Grunt I can fucking walk thank you very much. I'm pregnant not crippled." Grunt set her down, rather gently for a Krogan, and glared at her. She returned his glare as she fastened her robe about her waist. "Why the hell did they send you to get me anyway?" She asked leaning up against the elevator wall.
"I'm the biggest person besides the Turian and you threatened to kill him." He chuckled suddenly and Shepard's glare kicked up from 'I'm really pissed' to 'you're lucky I don't have a gun right now'. "It made me laugh." Her face softened and she felt a chuckle of her own rise in her throat. "You would make a good Krogan, Shepard." She only nodded in assent.
When they reached the third floor Dr. Chakwas, Mordin and Miranda were in the medical bay pouring over something on the console. All three heads looked up at their arrival.
"Shepard," Dr. Chakwas rose from the chair and she gave Shepard an unexpected but welcome hug. It actually felt pretty good to get a hug after everything that had happened in the past few hours. "How are you feeling?" She asked resting her hand gently against Shepard's forehead and then examining the red sides of her hands.
"Like shit. You?" Shepard managed to keep the sneer off her face.
"Shepard, we think we know how your pregnancy was possible." Miranda approached as Dr. Chakwas spread medi gel over the sides of Shepard's hands.
"Magic." Shepard said deadpan. Miranda opted to ignore her foul mood.
"You're cybernetics have altered your body to accommodate your lifestyle. Because of your frequent…sessions with Officer Vakarian you reproductive organs have acclimated to make reproduction possible. It's fascinating really." Shepard kind of wanted to punch her.
"I'm not a science project." She all but growled between clenched teeth. She was momentarily thankful that Miranda didn't remind her that she, technically, was.
"Take a seat Commander." Dr. Chakwas ordered guiding Shepard over to the godforsaken gurney. "We need to check the baby's vitals." Shepard lay on the gurney and Chakwas set about squirting more cold gel onto her and using the ultrasound machine again. After a few moments of staring at the screen she confirmed that 'everything checked out normal'. Except that a human is pregnant with a Turian. That part was less normal.
"Commander." Grunt said from his position leaning against the far wall. "The Turian's coming."
More good news. Shepard thought sarcastically.
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