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shiromirai) wrote2009-05-03 12:56 pm
shiromirai) wrote2009-05-03 12:56 pm
Entry tags:
Drabbles galore
Fandom:Original - Hinta'verse
Characters/Pairing: Cel/ Nik & Payne / Hugues
Prompt: (Table)
Rating: PG - PG -13
Notes: Any comments/ critiques/ etc. would be welcome. XD All mistakes are mine.
Summary: And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.
"I, er, think I might be knocked up."
Payne blinked. "Huh?"
She had been taking a nap before a bashful Celosia had knocked on her door, and Payne had known something was wrong. Cel didn't do bashful - maybe the bashing part when she was still the leader of Flare - but Payne was damned sure it didn't involve so much blushing and fidgeting and the whole deliberately-not-meeting-her-eyes bit. And Cel didn't do knocking either, in whatever sense of the word.
It must all be a simple misunderstanding. Yes, that's it.
"I'm pregnant."
"With a baby?"
Cel glared at her. "No, with a space mutant. Of course with a baby."
Payne made an unintelligible noise and fell off the bed.
*** Years later, Payne still maintained that the mad dash to the hospital beside her soon-to-come-into-the-world goddaughter had traumatized her for life. The baby had been a week early and transportation was hard to find even on edges of the Nema Slums. By the time the emergency medic van had arrived, Cel was screaming of bloody murder and castrations, and most of the menfolk had already evacuated ran away , those cowards, and Payne somehow ended up being the one chanting "breath" and "push" and "oh dear god, they didn't cover this in the self-help books".
When she heard the medics come in to the room, Payne had let out a sigh of relief, mouthed a 'thank you' towards the ceiling, only to turn around and smack into a wall wearing a belt. She looked up, and up. And up. She had seen psychotic murderers that looked less dangerous that he did.
"If you will get out of my way Ma'am." The voice sounded like gravel and the tone spoke of unspeakable pain should she choose not to comply. Payne forced her backbone straighter, as a matter of principle. No way was she going to let some steroid-pumping madman intimidate her.
"Dark Goddess take you all, LET THE BLASTED DOCTOR THROUGH, PAYNE!" Cel practically screeched from behind her. Payne moved. She knew when to pick her battles.
The back of the moving van was crowded with two medics, Cel in mid-labor and machinery that beeped or hummed or flashed signs of some sort. The rest of the medics were seated in front of the partition, and Payne could not express her envy with mere words along. She fancied she would have bartered off her life savings, or Hugues' at least, in order to have a little peace and space.
Instead, she was stuck trying to make small talk with the madman / doctor.
"It, er, must be hard to work as a medic around here." Especially if people ran away from you on sight, she added in mentally.
He gave her what could be known as a smile, if it wasn't the most threatening gesture she had seen in a long time. "We pick up all kinds of people in all kinds of areas. And there are some gangs that try to prey on medic vans."
Payne understood. The slums were full of unsavory characters to begin with, few of which had any morals to speak of, and a van full of equipment which could fetch a nice sum on the black market, and an easy way to end a few enemies would probably be too much for them to resist. However, from the medic's expression, she also understood that that these gangs soon realized the error of their ways.
The silence, in a relative sense, between them grated on her nerves for some reason, and Payne tried yet again. "So."
The man looked at her. "Your friend will be fine." There was a sound of ricocheting metal. Payne saw that Cel had ripped off one of the built- in handbars along the steel wall of the van. The man did not twitch a single facial muscle. "These things happen."
Payne could only nod dumbly. "Right."
***
Characters/Pairing: Cel/ Nik & Payne / Hugues
Prompt: (Table)
Rating: PG - PG -13
Notes: Any comments/ critiques/ etc. would be welcome. XD All mistakes are mine.
Summary: And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.
Payne blinked. "Huh?"
She had been taking a nap before a bashful Celosia had knocked on her door, and Payne had known something was wrong. Cel didn't do bashful - maybe the bashing part when she was still the leader of Flare - but Payne was damned sure it didn't involve so much blushing and fidgeting and the whole deliberately-not-meeting-her-eyes bit. And Cel didn't do knocking either, in whatever sense of the word.
It must all be a simple misunderstanding. Yes, that's it.
"I'm pregnant."
"With a baby?"
Cel glared at her. "No, with a space mutant. Of course with a baby."
Payne made an unintelligible noise and fell off the bed.
***
When she heard the medics come in to the room, Payne had let out a sigh of relief, mouthed a 'thank you' towards the ceiling, only to turn around and smack into a wall wearing a belt. She looked up, and up. And up. She had seen psychotic murderers that looked less dangerous that he did.
"If you will get out of my way Ma'am." The voice sounded like gravel and the tone spoke of unspeakable pain should she choose not to comply. Payne forced her backbone straighter, as a matter of principle. No way was she going to let some steroid-pumping madman intimidate her.
"Dark Goddess take you all, LET THE BLASTED DOCTOR THROUGH, PAYNE!" Cel practically screeched from behind her. Payne moved. She knew when to pick her battles.
***
The back of the moving van was crowded with two medics, Cel in mid-labor and machinery that beeped or hummed or flashed signs of some sort. The rest of the medics were seated in front of the partition, and Payne could not express her envy with mere words along. She fancied she would have bartered off her life savings, or Hugues' at least, in order to have a little peace and space.
Instead, she was stuck trying to make small talk with the madman / doctor.
"It, er, must be hard to work as a medic around here." Especially if people ran away from you on sight, she added in mentally.
He gave her what could be known as a smile, if it wasn't the most threatening gesture she had seen in a long time. "We pick up all kinds of people in all kinds of areas. And there are some gangs that try to prey on medic vans."
Payne understood. The slums were full of unsavory characters to begin with, few of which had any morals to speak of, and a van full of equipment which could fetch a nice sum on the black market, and an easy way to end a few enemies would probably be too much for them to resist. However, from the medic's expression, she also understood that that these gangs soon realized the error of their ways.
The silence, in a relative sense, between them grated on her nerves for some reason, and Payne tried yet again. "So."
The man looked at her. "Your friend will be fine." There was a sound of ricocheting metal. Payne saw that Cel had ripped off one of the built- in handbars along the steel wall of the van. The man did not twitch a single facial muscle. "These things happen."
Payne could only nod dumbly. "Right."
***