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The Scientist's Experiment: Chapter Thirty-Four
It was two in the afternoon. The slam of the front door echoed through the Howell residence. Frieda pounded the snow sludge off her shoes, ridding herself of her thick winter coat. She picked her bag back up, and could hear the faint rattle of glass under the dark leather.
“Dr. Howell?” She called out, giving her boots a few more stomps against the carpet.
There was no response. She sighed, entering the lab. Frieda rested her satchel on his desk. She made her way to the stairs, and gathering her cumbersome skirt in her hands, stomped her way up the steps. Frieda briskly arrived at Zeke’s bedroom door, and gave a series of sharp knocks.
“Zeke, it’s incredibly late. How in God’s name aren’t you up yet?” She said.
She heard shifting of bedsheets, but no verbal response. Again. The door surprisingly wasn’t locked, and Frieda decided to just enter. She found Zeke curled up on his side of the bed, all sheets pushed off him, and wearing no
Untitled Story - Preview"Darcy? Darcy!"
With a start, the young woman sat bolt upright in her chair, trying not to look like she had just caught sleeping at her desk. Noticing the small spot of drool on her shirt gave away any hope of that. But as soon as she realized who it was that woke her, she quickly relaxed.
"Sorry about that Stac... Didn't get a lot of sleep last night."
"You know, it's a good thing I'm your friend. Any other boss would get you in major trouble for sleeping on the job." Stacey said with a chuckle as she sat down on the desk. "Wait, Matt's not in labor is he?!"
"No, and that's the problem." She said as she ran her fingers through her hair in an attempt to neaten it. "He's been having Braxton Hicks for the last week and a half... He's been taking it fine, but I've been a nervous wreck."
"Well, I give you two a lot of credit for wanting to go the natural route. When Eric went into labor with our son, as soon as he realized it was a contraction, h
Love Is Logically Illogical ~Chapt. 7Hurrying to Sickbay, the scenarios of what was happening ran through his mind. Having his daughter come to visit him on the bridge was hardly out of the ordinary; having Seleia coming to him in tears and saying that 'something was wrong with mummy...'
A bit more concerning.
As the doors opened and he entered the room, the lump caught in his throat at the sight of his wife lying there as several instruments kept track of her vitals. In only a few strides, he was at her bedside, cradling her hand in his. At the feeling of movement, Makeda's eyes slowly opened as she turned her head to look at him.
"Spock? What are you doing here?"
His hand squeezed hers tighter. "T'hy'la... Are you alright?"
"Of course I am." She turned to the nurse nearest to her, a middle aged Talaxian. "Lelatex, I told you not to call him for this..."
"Well, he IS the commander and your husband." She chided gently, a warm smile reaching her eyes. "He was bound to find out about it eventua
Love Is Logically Illogical ~ Chap. 5"Would you please go to sleep? I need to get at least some sleep myself tonight..." Spock mumbled as the child inside him kicked yet again. Makeda had said that before long, his child's movements would be unmistakable. Now he wished it would just be still for once.
Despite this, he lay in bed and reflected in how the past few weeks had actually gone quite smoothly for him. Now that things had settled down, Spock had taken well to the pregnancy. Under the watchful eye of Dr. Ryen, things had finally settled down into a somewhat sense of normalcy. No longer was he treated as if he was made of glass by the rest of the crew and, with the exception of a few stares, had been allowed to continue on with his duties as he'd requested. Not to mention that the frequent visits with the young doctor had not been unwelcome.
He softly smiled as her face flashed into his mind. True to her word, he was never turned away when he requested to see
Love Is Logically Illogical ~ Chap. 3Spock was angry.
Not just angry, but fuming.
It had been almost 3 months since the surprising diagnosis that he was carrying the deceased Officer Weyer's child and despite his best efforts to keep it to himself as long as possible, he'd finally reached a point where there was no denying it any longer.
It had started simply enough that morning. In dressing for his duties, as he pulled on his shirt, he came to the realization that it was now too small to conceal his current condition any longer. He frowned slightly at the feeling of the fabric beginning to stretch across his skin and glanced at himself in all directions. It wasn't too bad yet. Looked more like he had just put some weight around his mid-section than showing signs of pregnancy but until he could have some larger uniforms delivered, it would have to do.
Stepping out into the corridor however, he instantly felt the eyes of his crew mates on him as he made his way to the bridge. Crew membe
Love Is Logically Illogical ~ Chap. 4"Jim, you've got to wait outside. We don't know what we're getting ourselves into but if he needs emergency surgery then you're only gonna be in the way."
Listening to Bones argue with Jim, Spock swallowed hard as Dr. Ryen helped him onto a bed before starting a scan with a medical tricorder as everything was happening in such a rush and leaving him absolutely terrified. Hearing the mention of a possible surgery however, finally pushed him over the edge as the tears had been threatening to come since that first sensation began streaming down his face.
“It's all my fault.” he choked out. “I shouldn't have lost control of my emotions like that...She's dying and it's all my fault...”
“Hey, you don't know that.” Dr. Ryen said softly as she wiped the tears from his cheeks. “Let's wait for some definite results before we do something rash. Just try to calm down Mr. Spock. Everything's going to be alright...”
Taking her hand, h
Love Is Logically Illogical ~ Chap. 2The first thing he registered was that he was lying down though it wasn't on the floor of the bridge; rather it was somewhere soft. Following that was the feeling of something cool gently pressed against his forehead; a welcome contrast to the waves of heat he had been feeling recently. With some difficulty, he managed to open his eyes to the sight of a young woman in a medical uniform replacing the cold compress, her dark eyes smiling at him under a shock of short, dark brown hair.
"Where am I?" He mumbled.
You're in Sickbay." the young woman replied. "They brought you in unconscious nearly half an hour ago."
He tried to sit up but a fresh wave of nausea brought him back down on the bed with a groan.
"Hold on Mr. Spock. Let me give you something for that."
One hypospray in his neck later, he let out a breath of relief as the nausea quickly faded away for the first time in weeks. Finally some peace...
"Better?" She smiled.
"Quite." He replied. "Who are you
Love Is Logically Illogical ~ Chap. 1Come on sir! We've got to hurry!'
'I will not make it. My leg... You must keep going to the drop off point before the planet breaks apart."
She looked about the two of them, trying not to panic at the sight of the cliffs crumbling around them. At best, she had moments to make a decision. 'I'm not leaving you behind!' She replied as she put his arm about her neck, taking on most of his weight. 'Now come on, we've got to keep moving!'
All around, the sounds of chaos echoed back to them. Celeodion men calling for their wives, women screaming for their children and little children crying for their mothers for safety. But he knew there was none to be found. According to his last calculations, they would only have minutes left to live; absolutely no chance of survival for these people. Silently, he swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. They had failed in their mission, but there was no time to dwell on that. They had to keep moving.
The Scientist's Experiment: Chapter Thirty-Three
“The baby moved last night.”
Frieda continued to stare out the window. Zeke could feel the irritation practically radiating off of her.
“So Carla said,” Frieda said numbly.
“I thought you might feel relieved.”
“For your sake, I suppose I am,” she said curtly.
Zeke joined her at the window. “What are you watching?”
She hesitated, but decided to respond. “The police are searching Montgomery’s caravan. They’ll probably take it into custody, not that there’s exactly much evidence.”
“Right…” Zeke murmured.
“I need to go. Carla might need help with her patients,” she said, starting to walk towards the stairs.
“Frieda, I’m not oblivious. I know why you’re acting so bitterly towards me.”
The assistant stopped, and turned to face Zeke.
“Oh? Do you, now?” Frieda crossed her arms and gave the doctor a hard glare.
The Scientist's Experiment: Chapter Thirty-Two
“Cocoa?” Carla asked, offering Zeke the steaming cup.
At first, he wondered if he wanted that much caffeine. Then he remembered he was actually trying to provoke movement in the fetus, and took the cup with a small “thank you.” Frieda, Carla, and Zeke resided in the sitting room of the couple’s house. Hours had passed, and night had come to Middlesport. A fire crackled in the hearth, making the room delightfully cozy, but none of its patrons were very comfortable. Zeke remained perpetually numb, quiet and unaffected by anything the other two said. Carla was deep in thought, trying to concentrate on the wellbeing of her patient, but ultimately feeling a bit paranoid. Frieda was seething with rage, hundreds of questions testing the breadth of her mind. More than anything else, she wanted to beat the living hell out of Otto Montgomery.
“Why didn’t we just kill him? I want to murder him! I’m going to. I’ll beat him to a pulp,” she
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