"Trapta, how much longer till we can leave this hellhole?" Catra stalked up to the genius with a squirming 5 year old on her back. Upon her insistence, Adora wanted to look after Finn on her own for the morning while Catra spent some more time with Vi. The redheaded child began to sing off-key into Catra's ear as Entrapta babbled about schematics of the ship and the force of space and gravity and-

Catra stopped listening.

"In stupid language?" She asked evenly. Entrapta's eyes locked onto Violet's and a small smile formed onto her face. Violet wiggled down from her mom's back and ran to Entrapta's extended purple hair with a giggle. "Darla will be flyable by this evening, though with the time to refuel, we should be ready to leave tomorrow morning at approximately 10 am," She began to play with Vi in her hair, watching curiously as her eyes lit up a slightly brighter violet as she giggled loudly. Catra sighed quietly. "Will Finn be ok to fly this young? He's only two weeks old, remember?" She scratched her head. "Or Adora? She had the op when he was born too, will she be ok?" Entrapta shrugged. "I'm not sure about Finn. Most two week olds would absolutely not be allowed to travel in space, the same applies for any normal woman, or any person actually, less than a month post-op. However, Adora isn't a normal person, is she? She's She-Ra, and considering Finn is her biological son, he should theoretically be at least fifty percent She-Ra too, if not more,"

Catra sighed quietly.

"The only we'll know is if we test it," Entrapta concluded, waving something at Vi, who launched up to grab it. She stepped closer. "So, what if we waited until they're at the "normal" point to travel?" Catra asked. "Well, Finn would be able to travel within eight weeks, so another month and a half, whereas Adora won't be able to travel for another four weeks at least, possibly more, seeing as her operation wasn't quite a c-section, but would fall under the reproductive section," Catra rolled her neck. "So, we either risk my wife and baby's health to get home quicker, or stay in this hell hole for another month at least?"

"Yup!"

Catra rubbed her eyes. "But, I wouldn't worry. While we've been here, I educated myself in how to assist with an emergency childbirth and any related issues in case we went home and Adora went into labour early," Entrapta rolled Violet into a ball and swung her around, making her shriek in laughter. "Plus, any good scientist knows the basic fundamentals of surgery," Despite not looking her in the eyes, something she'd noticed Vi had also began to do, Catra knew Entrapta researched that stuff to thank Adora for everything she did for Dryl and Hordak. Entrapta didn't do verbal thank yous (not that Catra did either, but it's easy to make it up to your wife when you can rail her 'till she sees stars in apology), but she did gifts instead. So, Entrapta learning the shit you needed to know in case Adora needed it was her way of gratitude.

Catra heaved a heavy sigh once more. "How long would you say until Finn is safe to travel?" She asked. Entrapta hummed. "I'd need to take a little bit of his blood to determine how much of the She-Ra gene he possesses before I can give you a definitive answer," Entrapta answered. "How little?" Catra narrowed her eyes. "Less than fifteen percent of a test tube… to take a guesstimate, I would say thirteen percent, if not less," She sighed again. "Fine. I'll talk to Dora. See what she thinks… but would she be fine?" Catra suddenly felt a rush of acid in her veins. How could she forget the very woman who brought Finn into the world!? "You would need to get Adora checked by the medical team that operated on her, but if they say she'd be fine, then she will be fine,"

So, Adora was fine to travel: she only had to be careful of DVT's, but those were easily avoided by walking around and muscle exercises. She also wasn't happy, at all, with the thought of taking Finn's blood: so Catra took him when Adora slept that night. Yeah, yeah, it's wrong, whatever. She's done a lot of wrong things in her life, and staying with the people who tried to forcefully keep them here would take the cake. Finn whined a little, but wasn't too bothered. Immediately, Catra could see a faint shimmer in his blood. "Oh, he's got some She-Ra in him for sure," Entrapta whirled around with a grin. She squealed excitedly. "I know!"

"I'd hope so, seeing as he's my son," The chill that ran down Catra's back wasn't as bad as Prime's fingers on her neck. Turning to face her (very) angry wife, however… was definitely up there with things Catra could die without seeing again. Adora stood there, in the doorway, shorts and tank top, paired with a very threatening duo of bunny slippers, and her hair askew. "In my defence, we're trying to see if we can get home with Finn!" She immediately said. Adora's glare settled deeper into her face. In a final act of desperation, Catra thrust baby Finn into her arms, watching as he began nuzzling into her chest immediately. Without a further word, Adora spun around, and stalked back off to their room.

A beat passed in silence.

"Well, I'm gonna get neutered," She sighed. Entrapta narrowed her eyes. "But you're a girl… and also not an animal," Catra cleared her throat. "Technically I am an animal. I'm a magicat, apparently. Hence the ears and tail… Finney's also got my ears and tail," She recalled feeling his tail wrap around her arm for the first time fondly. "Aside from that, you'd get spayed. Not neutered. To be neutered only applies to those of the world that contain testicles," Catra snorted. "Hordak can't be neutered then," Entrapta shook her head. "On the contrary. Hordak can be neutered because he does have testicles,"

Catra gagged loudly. "I don't wanna know," She shuddered. Entrapta hummed. "I don't see the problem with the word testicles," She mused. "There isn't usually… but it's Hordak," Catra pointedly said. Entrapta opened her mouth to speak again, but stopped herself with a frown. "Ok, that's a fair point," She began to clatter around with various equipment and Finn's blood. "Plus, I'm more interested in pussy than dick," Catra had to get the final blow.

Entrapta's face lit up red.

Ya'll, I'm sorry I've not updated in ages. I've had… a lot on my mind. My 70 year old nan had a super risky operation, she's mostly clear now, but there's still some minor post-op issues, which are common, but can still lead onto another surgery, which would be really dangerous. But, for now, she's fine. My mum and I had a HUGE row: she broke her finger and I nearly moved out bc of it. My uni were being assholes over my grade, but it's looking like I passed year 2, thank christ. And I've been in a writers block.

But, I'm fighting through it!