Welcome back~ it's time mwahaha. My secret project has been posted by now. I'll have more details posted at the bottom of the chapter. Sort of like a trailer? Anyways, I'm really excited about it and I hope you guys like it. And with that, I also hope that you enjoy this chapter! Time to start prepping for da baby! He'll be arriving in only a few chapters.

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Disclaimer: I own nothing, you probably know that by now since this is the 65th time I've said that. Fair warning this is another emotion heavy chapter. We probably have one more of those after this before we go back to fun times for a lil bit.


Twelve days had passed since the happy couple learned that they were going to have a son. Rose was now officially 2, another birthday passed as the child was now more on par with a 6-year-old. While she was still struggling with the growing pains, Chris was glad that he could at least be around for her birthday, even if he was going to have to leave again soon. It was difficult for both him and Emma that he was getting taken away so frequently, they both knew it wasn't just hard for them, so they tried to be happy with the time that they had. Currently, it was well after 9 pm and the couple could be found sitting at the kitchen island Emma was holding a green sharpie while Chris had a blue one and a sheet of paper sat between them on the counter.

"Okay so, We each take turns marking off names that we don't like," Emma says as she looks at the decently long list. "We each get two pauses to get the other to stop crossing out a name for us to talk it over."

Chris nods. "Seems fair," he agrees as he looks at the list as well. It took them a while to even get this made. Granted it didn't help that he was gone more often than not now. He was just glad that he was home enough that he was going to get a say some say in the name at all. "Rock, paper, scissors?"

Emma nods this time "Rock, Paper, Scissors, shoot"

"Scissors beat's paper," Chris says as he 'snips' at her hand using his.

"Fine, you win," Emma admits reluctantly. "You go first."

Chris looks over the list and marks off the first name. Back and forward they took turns and to their surprise neither really put up a fight or called for a pause for a while. Sam, Nathan, Bartholomew, James, George all were marked off by a blue or green line.

"Pause pause pause!" Emma says panicked as Chris started to mark out a name.

"Henry?" He says confused. "Really?" He asks with an unamused frown. This was the name she was going to fight over?

"Yes really. I like that name," Emma replies as her only argument for keeping it.

"Henry... Like Henry the 8th, Henry. The guy that best know for marrying and trying to kill his wife if he couldn't get divorced. 6 times," Chris points out. "Henry the 8th that was a horrible leader both politically and military wise?"

"Okay well what about the seven other Henrys before that," Emma replies in return, there had to be one good one right?

"Pretty sure they weren't much better," Chris replies. "Six wives." Chris repeats to make his point, causing Emma to roll her eyes while trying not to smile. "He's going to get picked on the second that lesson comes up in history class. Do you know how many times I got called Christopher Columbus?"

"Fine you made your point," Emma says as that was a decent argument for removing the name from the list in her mind. She didn't want the little guy to get bullied. Kid could be vicious when they wanted to. They had no filter. "Cross it out."

Emerson, Luca, Quinn and Ron were all crossed off leaving one name left.

Chris looked at the list a bit surprised before looking at Emma "You're sure you're okay with that?"

Emma nods in return. "Yeah, honestly I had a feeling we both agreed on this one before we even started but, it was fun to make sure," She replies with a chuckle. "Piers Nivans Redfield," she reads aloud with a smile before circling the name on the page. "It has a nice ring to it," She admits with a smile. "I think it's a nice way to honor one of the people I have to thank for everything I have."

"Yeah," Chris says with a slight nod in return. It wasn't much, but it did have a nice ring to it.

"And you checked with the family right?" Emma asks figuring she should check. Once more he nods.

"Yep, made sure to run it by them once the idea was on the table," Chris says in return. It wasn't a call he was looking forward to, but they seemed okay with it and were civil talking to him even if he still blamed himself for their son's death... "Figured I should check before I mentioned it in case they weren't okay with it. They asked for us to send pictures of the kid every once in a while in return."

"I think that's fair," Emma agrees with a nod. "Maybe they could visit some tim-"

"No," he quickly said, "No. I don't think I'm strong enough for that... the funeral was difficult enough."

"Alright," Emma says and drops it. "Looks like you have a name now little guy," Emma says as she gently places a hand on her stomach

Chris smiles at that and does the same to see if he could feel anything. "Guess I should call them that instead of you know. Parasite."

Emma winced and made a face "you know I think he had an opinion on that one."

Chris laughs at that and Emma winces again.

"Might be that he's reacting to hearing you," She says before exhaling slowly. That one pinched.

"Sorry," Chris says quietly as he removes his hand.

"No no it's fine,"Emma replies in return before realizing it was only gonna get worse from there in what. 2, months? Maybe two and a half. They didn't have much time left to get ready. "Oh right. Don't forget, construction starts on the basement tomorrow. They're going to be here around 8,"

"I'm usually up well before then anyways," he adds with a shrug.

"Which means you're going to need to sleep on the couch, so we can get the bed out of their way," Emma adds as further explanation.

Chris frowns slightly. "Ah... right." Well, that was unfortunate. "I'll take care of that now then." he says as he moves to get up and gives her a quick peck on the cheek. "Sorry I won't be around much for the construction."

"It is what it is," Emma says with a shrug.

"At least won't be on the couch long," Chris offers as a hesitant silver lining which causes Emma to chuckle.

"And I'm gonna have to wait until you get home though to move things around anyways," Emma adds as an additional point for consideration.

"True, and I will know if anything was moved," he adds before heading over to the basement So he could go and take the bed apart and get it out of the way. Once that was moved to the side along with just about everything else in the basement, Chris heads up to rest with Emma for a bit before moving to the couch.

Just like he said, he only had to spend the night there a few times before leaving again.

The addition of the construction team in the basement just made Rose all the more anxious. Maybe they were just moving the washer and dryer down there? That hope quickly diminishes the longer the team stayed. Rose thought over her father's advice to try and talk to them. Chris was gone though... with that thought she went to go and find Emma who was currently in the basement talking to one of the construction workers.

"We finished putting up the frames for the dividing walls and got those tied in with the support beams, should be nice and sturdy," Rose hears the man say as she sits on the steps to watch and wait for a chance to talk to Emma. "Now we're having a bit of trouble with the dry wall here, but it should only be a minor setback. Give it two more days, and you'll have your walls done and ready for paint."

"That's perfect thank you again for helping out so quickly,"

"Not a problem ma'am," the construction worker replies. "About that hide away bed frame you were asking about. Which wall did you want to put the bed in?"

Her bed was going to be in a wall?! Rose's expression turned to a horrified state of shock. She didn't want to sleep in a wall!

"I was thinking over here," Emma says as she walks over to one of the walls. "We usually use that space over there as a Gym, but we haven't set a use for this part here. A side from storage."

Her bedroom was next to the gym? Ew. Nooooo. Rose hurried back upstairs as she lost her resolve to try and talk to Emma thanks to the misunderstanding that her room was being moved to the basement when it was actually the study that was going to be moved.

The conversation only further solidified Rose's fear that she was being replaced and made her less willing to risk having that confirmed sooner than it needed to be. With that, it also made her extra irritable. By the time the construction crew left and bedtime arrived. She was feeling achy, tired and cranky.

Emma let Duke out the back door for his nighttime break, which she was grateful she didn't have to worry about now that Karen and the Karen-ettes seemed to be disbanded.

"Rosey it's bedtime," Emma says to the child who had been unusually quiet all day.

Rose thinks it over a bit. If they were going to replace her and make her sleep in the basement then, why should she listen to them? "No."

Excuse me? Who is this sassy child? Emma's expression was more confused than upset. Rose didn't usually talk back like that... "Rose you need to sleep, or you won't be ready for tomorrow we have to wake up early since it's Monday."

The child frowned. She knew Emma was right, she did need to sleep, and she was tired and wanted to sleep but. Maybe If she distanced herself first then it won't hurt when they replace her... "YOU'RE NOT MY REAL MOM!" Rose shouts in defiance before quickly running away to avoid punishment as she ends up going to her room anyways.

Emma stared at the space where Rose had been stunned. That one stung. "Deep breaths. deeeeep breaths" she coaches herself. She was not going to start getting weepy over a cranky 6-year-old tantrum. Even if it was kinda hurtful. Ow. "Okay," that was a pretty solid 'leave me alone' and Emma was willing to oblige. She let Duke back into the house before closing everything up and turning out the lights.

She's hurting, so she hurts others. She's hurting, so she hurts others. Emma mentally coached herself as she made her way up the stairs alongside Duke. Rose just had Advil a few times yesterday, and they couldn't give it too her too frequently. In Emma's mind this was simply acting out due to pain which was accurate but only partially.

Rose waited in her room hiding under her covers, but, strangely, no one came. There was no correction or arguing or a demand for an apology. No bedtime story or a kiss good night. She was left alone like she thought she wanted... it wasn't what she actually wanted but. It would help right?

Emma finished getting changed and went to lay down for the night. One more week, hopefully her plan would work...

'*'*'*'*'

Saturday, August 13th, 6:30 AM.

Emma hurried around the house making sure everything had been taken care of, she had already been awake for several hours when she hears a knock at the door. Emma grabbed her purse and put that over her shoulder before heading over to the door to answer it. Standing on the other side was the gray haired Gary.

"Morning," he said though he didn't sound particularly awake yet.

"Thank you again for watching her, I can't bring her with today, and she has to be with someone from the BSAA at the least so," Emma says, over explaining at a mile a minute. He already knew this she told him this before, but she was nervous because she lied.

"It's fine you're worrying too much." Gary says in return as he waves it off. "It's been 3 months as it is, and you haven't exactly asked for help before. A schedule conflict was bound to happen eventually. Just focus on catching up at work."

"I should be back by 6 tonight, but I'll text you if anything changes," Emma says with a grateful but guilty smile. "One second I'll go wake her up, so she knows that you're here," Emma offers

"At 6:30 in the morning on a Saturday?" Gary points out. "Let the kid sleep, she'll be fine. She'll be able to handle this."

Emma hesitates but eventually nods "Alright. Oh, um she's been taking Advil lately for her growing pains so if she asks for some, she should be okay to have some she didn't have any the last few days. She's been acting out a bit lately so just make sure you're c-"

"I know," he says with a laugh. "Trust me, I know. I have the daylight shift. I'm here, you just don't know it."

"Right," Emma replies with a half-hearted chuckle. She did kinda forget that sometimes. He did a decent job of staying in the background. "Okay well, I'm heading out then," she says as she and Gary more or less trade places. He heads inside and closes the door behind him while Emma makes her way to the garage and leaves.

It took a while, but she made her way to the local airport to catch an 8 AM flight to LaGuardia Airport. The trip would take about two hours.

While Emma was waiting for her flight to start boarding, Rose was just starting to wake up. The small child yawned and stretched only to wince as it caused her shoulders to hurt. Rose sniffed the air. No breakfast? But there was always warm breakfast on Saturdays... well, most of the time. A concerned expression started to form as she got out of bed and hurried over to the clock on the wall. 7:52 AM. she was awake a bit early... normally she got to sleep in on the weekends. Rose hurried back over to her bed and laid there waiting for Emma to come and wake her up and tell her there was breakfast. 5 minutes passed. Then 10, which felt like an eternity. at this point Rose picked up Angie and started heading downstairs to see what was going on only to find that guy who follows the around sitting on the couch and watching TV.

Oh. right. Emma said she wasn't going to be here today.

"Hey kid, I was wondering when you'd wake up," Gary says nonchalantly. "Did you want breakfast?"

"No!" Rose says defiantly. She didn't want HIM to be here she wanted Emma to make her breakfast and to play games and watch TV and do crafts. she wanted her Mo- she stopped as she remembered her out burst a few days earlier...

"Oh boy. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," Gary says as he moves to get up. The cranky kid needed to eat something if she was going through a growth spurt. "So cereal?"

"...No," Rose said as she went to try and dig through the shelves. She'd do it herself. She was a big kid now.

Gary continued to struggle to keep up with the rebelling cranky child as the day went on. 10 AM rolled around, and a plane landed with a bit of turbulence at LaGuardia Airport.

"Well that wasn't pleasant," Emma says under her breath while holding her stomach as her additional passenger was making it known they did not appreciate the ride. Leaving the plane felt like it was going to take longer than the actual flight. But luckily after about 20 minutes she managed to get from the back of the plane to the front and started making her way out of the airport. That took another 20 minutes. After that, it was a matter of finding a shuttle.

by 11 am she found herself in the middle of New York City. Emma checked her phone. she was almost an hour early, but it was either that or risk being late. She allowed herself to use the free time finding a New York pizza place, or just, a pizza place in this case, to try a slice since she was here, and it was almost lunchtime anyways.

With her meal consumed and a now much happier baby Piers, Emma made her way to a large building while looking at her phone for direction. For a moment, she thought she went deaf after entering the building due to the stark contrast of silence compared to the noise of the bustling busy sidewalks she was just navigating. Emma looked around the area with curious Awe as she made her way to the front desk.

"Do you have an appointment?" The secretary asks while typing away at a keyboard.

"Yeah, at noon?" Emma says in return.

"Last name," Secretary replies in a bored tone as she works to pull up the information to confirm this.

"Redfield," Emma replies in return.

The woman nods before a click and a flash went off surprising Emma. printer could be heard after that. the Secretary rips off the freshly printed sticker that read Visitor's pass. and had the time she checked in and the time she was allowed to be in the building printed on it. "Here you go put that on" She says offering the pass to Emma before moving to get up, so she could walk Emma over to the elevator. the secretary allows a small device to scan her finger and shortly after the elevator opens, so the two could enter.

Up they went and once the door opened the secretary led the way to a large set of wooden double doors. Next to it was another desk and secretary.

"Can you let the founder know the 12 o'clock meeting just arrive?" the woman says to the other secretary who nods and gets on the phone. With that, she turned to leave while Emma was left curiously and nervously looking around at her new surroundings.

A few moments later the phone was put down. "Ma'am you can go in," they say to Emma before getting back to work.

"Right, thanks," Emma says still nervous as could be before heading over to the doors and opening one, so she could go inside. The Office she entered was spacious and felt rather empty. In a way everything in it was so oversized that it made it feel like she shrank when she walked into the room.

"Well, this is a surprise," Charlotte says as she looks up from her paperwork for half a second. Any signs of her previous injuries were long since healed. "When I saw Redfield on my schedule I had assumed I'd be leaving in handcuffs again." She admits with some level of sarcasm.

"Luckily, that's not it," Emma says with an awkward smile as she stayed by the door.

"Well," Charlotte says with a raised eyebrow. after no movement occurs she rolls her hand. "Take a seat." she says which causes Emma to realize that she probably should have already done that.

"Right, sorry," Emma says as she walks over to do as she was told and sits down. "I'm glad to see that you're recovering since we last saw each other."

"If you think's that's bad try dealing with a psychotic over grown vampiress with a temper," Charlotte says under her breath.

"Pardon?" Emma asks concerned. Just. What?

"Nothing. Your proposal outline," Charlotte says as she expectantly holds out her hand.

"I um," Emma forces a neutral expression "I don't have one."

Charlotte's brows knit together upon hearing that as her hand is retracted. "Miss Redfield I am currently manning the sinking ship my father left me, and you mean to tell me that you've flown all the way out here to waste my time?"

Emma flinched slightly at the harsh tone "No it's not that I just, didn't know how else to get a hold of you..." Emma admits. "I was hoping to ask for your help," She adds before a sad frown crossed her face. "It's Rose... She's sick. She's aging too quickly. We thought we'd have more time than this, but lately, she's been in a lot of pain because of how quickly she's growing compared to what a human body can normally handle. Chris already called in a favor with a friend to try and research a way to help correct her aging problem but, they're unable to make progress without funding..."

"Well I'm certainly sorry to hear about your position, but this is a business not a charity, did you expect me to just GIVE you the money?" Charlotte asks with an annoyed, incredulous tone.

"What? No I," Emma was at a loss for words. she wasn't sure what she was expecting to be honest, she just knew she needed to find a way to make a deal to get the money and Charlotte was the only person she remotely knew that was in a position to help. "Please, I know this isn't the proper method of going through all this, but I don't know who else I can go to. Rose is classified, I can't go to grants for research. You already know about her and the mold and everything that happened." Emma explained her logic though she could feel herself growing shakey. "I will work for the rest of my life if I have to, to pay you back, please. I can't just let her die."

"What investment benefit is there in funding the medical research of a medication that will only help one child," Charlotte points out with a venomous tone, "This is not your responsibility, it's not my responsibility. Why isn't the BSAA doing anything?" She asks which was a fair enough question in it's own right. "Honestly, this is a new low for that thing you call a husband to have his wife go and beg to me in his place."

"He doesn't know I'm here," Emma admits in return. "And... The BSAA has said they're not interested in producing the drug needed to keep her alive longer since she's a bioweapon. Because if the wrong people got a hold of it, it could be abused to make stronger weapons..."

Charlotte remained quiet for a second before speaking in a calmer, quieter tone. "Why should I help you?" she asks though it was a silent offer for Emma to make her case.

Emma thought it over before choosing her words carefully. "...Because you'll be in the same position as me if you end up having kids." Emma points out quietly. "Rose was the product of an infected man and a partially infected woman. Karl. Your husband, he's infected too."

Charlotte remains silent while staring at Emma.

As the silence persists a defeated sigh crosses Emma's lips. She moves to pick up her purse and gets up to start heading for the door, seeing the silence as rejection. "Thanks for your time." Emma says

"And where are you going?" Charlotte asks causing Emma to stop as she stood by the door. "I haven't said anything." the businesswoman points out. "That, Thing. Valued Rose's life over the lives of an entire village population." Charlotte points out causing Emma to wince but all the same she remained and listened. "People that had lives, and families. People I cared about. People I wanted him to save." Charlotte lists off. "So if the child is that important... She damn well better live for all of them, or I will take that as a personal insult to their memories."

Emma is stunned as she hears this. "You'll help?" she asks to make sure she understood.

"Are you genuinely prepared to work for the rest of your life?" Charlotte asks in return.

Emma nods in return, "Yes..." There wasn't another way.

At this point Charlotte gets up from her desk and walks over to stand by Emma. "I had to beg for the life of a child once, and I was told she had to die... I won't have history repeat itself where I become the villain..." Charlotte says before offering a hand to Emma. "Starting now and for the force seeable future until I say otherwise you will be expected to travel to New York once a month and stay in my home for a weekend. During that time, you will be providing food for myself and my husband and teaching me how to make the meals you serve. Should you agree, I'll make a one time, charitable donation towards the research of this medication that is needed." Charlotte says listing off her terms for helping. "Whether this creates the result you need or not it's not my responsibility." She adds as a final clause.

That was it? The feeling of shock returned in full force before Emma quickly accepted the offered hand. "I'll do it," she agrees.

"I believe we have some paperwork to do," Charlotte says in return once she gets her hand back. "I doubt you'll be allowed to fly as you are, come next month," She says while looking Emma over. "The lessons will begin 4 weeks after the child is born. You have until then to make arrangements.

"Yes Ma'am" Emma says while nodding.

The two drafted up an agreement and by one o'clock the agreement was signed.

"The money should reach this Rebecca woman in the next few days. Pray she uses it wisely." Charlotte says as she hands Emma a copy of the agreement.

'*'*'*'*'

Chris had just made it back from another 3-week sprint. as he walks out of the BSAA headquarters he turns on his civilian phone.

Friday, August 26th 8:44 PM

4 missed calls.

12 messages

1 voice mail - R. Chambers

Chris raised an eyebrow at this. the missed calls and messages were normal, but the voice mail was an unusual addition. He pokes around at his phone screen to get the message to play, holding that to his ear as he walks through the parking lot to find his car.

"Hey Chris, It's Rebecca." the voicemail relays. The woman laughs under her breath. "Not sure how you managed to pull this off but. I just got the funding for Rose's research." Chris stopped walking as he heard this. What funding. "Half a million should definitely get this ball rolling." She says clearly shocked. Hearing the amount she received caused him to lose his grip on his phone.

"Shit," he cursed as he quickly picked up the phone and checked it for cracks. Half a million...

short of finding half a million dollars, we can't speed up the process... We have to trust that Rebecca is doing everything she can.

Chris moves to hold his face. "God Damn it Emma... what did you do?" He says under his breath before rewinding the message a bit and putting his phone back to his ear.

"I'll try and give you updates more frequently. For right now it's going to be a matter of assessing what I really need to get," The recording of Rebecca says. "Let me know if you want me to use all of it for research or put part of it aside for some of that less accurate medication from before. I'd need some new samples from rose for that but. it's your call at this point. Call me back when you get this. Bye."

Chris nods and puts his phone away. He was going to have to talk to Emma first and see what the hell happened while he was gone. Holy Shit, half a million dollars?! Did she rob a bank? The mental image of a 7-month pregnant Emma robbing a bank was actually somewhat comical in his mind so long as it wasn't what actually happened.

Eventually, Chris makes it home and quietly enters the house since Rose was likely asleep at this point. as he walks in he finds Emma sitting with duke on the couch with a book about infant care.

"Hey," Chris says quietly to get her attention.

Emma jolts from surprise. "Oh gosh" she says before patting her chest. "You scared me, I didn't hear you come in." She says before she moves to get up and walk over.

"How in the hell did you get a hold of half a million dollars," he asks concerned. He was not worried about gently leading into the subject at this point because he was more concerned about where that came from and how screwed were they. He'd heard of pregnant women making really dumb shopping choices but not to this extent.

"huh?" Emma says confused at first before it clicks that he somehow found out before she had the chance to tell him. "OH! That. Okay, so yeah was going to talk to you about that when you got hom- how?"

"Rebecca called. Answer the question," Chris says now further entering panic mod as it was confirmed that Emma was involved in this somehow. Please say this wasn't a loan they were barely keeping up as it was...

"I talked to that Charlotte girl from before and after coming to an agreement, she made a donation," Emma says before looking around. "One second where did I put it..."

"You did what?" Chris asks surprised as he moves to hold the side of his head. How?

Emma walks off and eventually returns with a single page document. Chris accepts it and reads it over expecting some 'I own your soul now' document but, to his surprise. it was honest plan English. After the baby was born, Emma was supposed to go to New York for a weekend once a month to teach Charlotte and in return, she'd make the donation for Rose's medical research, with the expectation that if it created a viable medication for the condition, it would be provided at a reasonable cost to any infected individual who needs it. It mentioned that Emma's travel expenses would be reimbursed as well...no request for stakes or ownership. if anything this was hardly a fair deal, Charlotte was the one that got screwed by this.

"I'm sorry..." Emma says quietly. "I was going to tell you once you got home, I just wanted to try. I wasn't sure it would work..."

He knew her tones well enough, if she was lying her voice went up 3 octaves. She was telling the truth. She wanted to tell him. While his annoyance remained that he found out about this AFTER it happened, It was hard to ignore that he wasn't exactly around much anymore and their chances to communicate were limited at best... He steps forward to hold her as a relieved breath crosses his lips. It wasn't a loan. she didn't rob a bank. kinda. She basically talked one into making a donation somehow. He was gone for weeks on ends... He could find a way to let Emma be away for two days every month.

"I'm not sure this will be enough... you're crazy for even trying that..." He says quietly in return. "I'm a little mad, but I love you. I get why you feel like you had to try and do something, but For my sake, please try and be careful? She doesn't seem it, but that woman is dangerous." that thought caused him to pause. "I'll do what I can to go with you,"

Emma winces as he mentions that last part. "Um. you know. she. doesn't really like you very much. I don't know. if she's allowed it... there wasn't exactly anything saying I can't bring you with, but she also didn't say I could."

Chris rolled his eyes at that. "Please be careful..." he says though now that the panic set aside he allowed himself some room for hope. Rose might actually be okay because of this... a soft chuckle escape him as he gives her a gentle squeeze before moving back to look at her with a hint of amusement. "How in the shit did you talk her into giving us half a million dollars?"

"I asked nicely?" Emma says equally confused. For the more of that conversation Charlotte was adamantly saying get lost.

Chris shakes his head at that and goes back to holding her. Despite the heart attack, it was good to be home. "I'm home."

"Welcome home." she says now smiling as well.


Project trailer:

"Remember, there's still a good chance that this won't work," Explains one of the scientists as another fits a vial containing a single blonde hair into a circular slot that held it perfectly. A reinforced glass window showed several crystallized remains inside the large metallic chamber.

"It's taken twenty years, what's a few more. We still have some samples left after all," the man replies unbothered by the mentioned potential for failure.

The scientist who spoke to the large benefactor nods before looking to the others. "Alright, fire up the machine."

a few of the lab assistant step back as the scientist who loaded the vial poked at various buttons and flipped a few switches. A cracking sound could be heard. "Sample has been introduced to mold strand 42-736." says the scientist working the machine. "Mold appears to have accepted the DNA sample. Updating environmental settings to optimal condition before releasing the mold." they add as they list off the steps they're taking, so they can be recorded for future review should the test fail. It took a few minutes "Air pressure has reached 1025 hPa, Air temperature has reached 0.2 °C. Stabilizing." They announce with intense focus on their work. "Stabilization confirmed. Turning off internal machine lights to avoid agitating the mold." a few switches were flipped and the internal cavity of the machine was cut off from light sources and the glass viewing window was covered. "Introducing the mold to crystallized remains set 61-M84... now." a larger lever was flipped with a resounding clunk as something opened withing the machine. Wriggling and the sounds of moist slug like movement could be heard inside the machine. "Mold sample has engaged with the remains... No notable signs of hostility..."

The room of workers seemed to hold their breaths as they waited for the results of their latest attempt at reviving a long since dead human. An almost comedically docile DING could be heard that resembled the sound of a child's toy oven.

"Beginning the equalizing process to get the machine's internal pressure to match the lab air presu-" the scientist was cut off as a pale Caucasian hand punched through the device with little difficult allowing fog like steam to exit the devices with an eerie hissing as the air pressure stabilizes on its own. "Subject has become hostile prepare to engage," they say, clearly panicking as they quickly step back and a team of armed guards' step forward and wait for the man's orders.

Immortal Machines, a four part special, Now in process. Chapter 1 of 4 available. Take a peek more than twenty years into the future and follow the adventures of the grown son of Chris and daughter of Heisenberg, along with other reader favorites, as a mysterious blonde is brought back to life.


Emma is [30] weeks pregnant

Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter =v= I'll be going back to one chapter a week after this. I was on vacation, so I had a bit of extra time on my hands. because of that, I decided to push for a writing sprint, so I could release this project I've been working on. This is going to be my first fic that's completely independent of canon lore, well. all of them are because it's fan fiction but, hopefully, you understand what I mean. Here's hoping I can make something interesting. sort of taking the training wheels off in a sense to get closer to being comfortable enough to write my own book.