Mullet-verse fic: Making Babies
Title: Making Babies
Fandom: Justice League
Characters: Junior/Goldie
Word Count: 683
Rating: PG?
Author's Notes: Because amarin_rose made a suggestion and I'd already planned for this to happen, so I decided what the heck. Overrun with original characters, so only posted in my journal.
Set in an unspecified time after the events of Little Boy Blue, in the Mullet-verse. (And by "unspecified," I mean I know the sequence of events leading up to this, but haven't written them and don't know if I will.)
Making Babies
"OW! Sonuva--Jeez."
Stumbling away from the tiny spike that had suddenly extended from the previously dormant machine, Junior watched it retract with a smear of his blood covering it. And unless he was mistaken, there was also a short blond hair hanging from it. The spike must have picked the hair up off his shirt when it poked through it to get his blood.
A strange sense of deja vu crept over him as the sound of technology starting up reached his ears.
Junior had been chosen for the dubious honor of exploring the abandoned laboratory because dark, dank, creepy abandoned laboratories that had previously been used for questionable purposes didn't bother him. To be perfectly honest, he felt quite at home there and eager to look around, though he didn't intend to tell anyone for fear he would be put on "mad scientist watch." (Which was like a suicide watch but with more science and less suicide.)
Dr. Bobby was there because Junior had enthusiastically roped him into it without listening to his protests. And because some of the higher-ups had enough sense not to let Junior Carter-Kord loose by himself in a lab that used to belong to a supervillain.
And now, after they had split up to explore different rooms, Junior had somehow managed to turn on a machine that did who-knew-what and had already taken a blood sample for that who-knew-what.
"Oh crap," Junior muttered to himself, just before a console in front of a vertical glass tube lit up. Hoping for some idea of what the machine was for, Junior walked over and started looking the console over.
There was a faint whooshing sound and the glass tube suddenly started filling with liquid. Once it reached the top, a faint light shone from somewhere in the equipment above it and the liquid started bubbling.
"Oh crap," Junior whispered, even more anxious to figure out what was going on. The console appeared to be showing two different sets of DNA, and when he looked closer his heart sank to his vomited-lime green shoes.
If there was anyone's DNA that he recognized, it was his own. As it happened, he could also recognize several other people's DNA by sight and this happened to be one of them.
According to the console, they were being combined.
Feeling a little numb, Junior tapped the comm in his ear and cleared his throat. "Goldie? Babe? Sweetie?" He paused as she replied. "No, I didn't do any--Well sort of, but by accident."
Eyes fixed on the softly lit tube, he murmured, "Remember when you said we weren't having kids until I figured out how to like, carry them myself?" A pause. "Um...not quite. You should uh--" His voice cracked and he swallowed before continuing. "You should probably like, get over here. Max can give you directions."
Listening to Goldie's soft, concerned voice, Junior shook his head. "No I'm fine, I just...My folks are never going to, like, let me live this down." Goldie asked something else and his mouth tilted up in a faint smile. "Just get over here, babe."
Suspicious, Goldie agreed and ended the connection. Alone in the room, Junior glanced at the console again as it scrolled through his and Goldie's DNA, picking and choosing what he presumed to be the genetic information that was most likely to create a strong, healthy offspring.
His parents had been pretty clear that this was most definitely not the way to make babies. But...there had always been a nagging doubt, a worry, in the back of Junior's mind that because of the way he had been..."born," he might not be capable of having children the normal way. That he was a human mule.
There had never been any scientific proof to back that up, but he had still worried.
Sinking to his knees, Junior reached out a shaking hand to touch the side of the tube. It felt warm.
It felt alive.
"I'm gonna be a daddy," Junior whispered, as tears slid around his awed smile.
"I'm gonna be a dad."
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Fandom: Justice League
Characters: Junior/Goldie
Word Count: 683
Rating: PG?
Author's Notes: Because amarin_rose made a suggestion and I'd already planned for this to happen, so I decided what the heck. Overrun with original characters, so only posted in my journal.
Set in an unspecified time after the events of Little Boy Blue, in the Mullet-verse. (And by "unspecified," I mean I know the sequence of events leading up to this, but haven't written them and don't know if I will.)
Making Babies
"OW! Sonuva--Jeez."
Stumbling away from the tiny spike that had suddenly extended from the previously dormant machine, Junior watched it retract with a smear of his blood covering it. And unless he was mistaken, there was also a short blond hair hanging from it. The spike must have picked the hair up off his shirt when it poked through it to get his blood.
A strange sense of deja vu crept over him as the sound of technology starting up reached his ears.
Junior had been chosen for the dubious honor of exploring the abandoned laboratory because dark, dank, creepy abandoned laboratories that had previously been used for questionable purposes didn't bother him. To be perfectly honest, he felt quite at home there and eager to look around, though he didn't intend to tell anyone for fear he would be put on "mad scientist watch." (Which was like a suicide watch but with more science and less suicide.)
Dr. Bobby was there because Junior had enthusiastically roped him into it without listening to his protests. And because some of the higher-ups had enough sense not to let Junior Carter-Kord loose by himself in a lab that used to belong to a supervillain.
And now, after they had split up to explore different rooms, Junior had somehow managed to turn on a machine that did who-knew-what and had already taken a blood sample for that who-knew-what.
"Oh crap," Junior muttered to himself, just before a console in front of a vertical glass tube lit up. Hoping for some idea of what the machine was for, Junior walked over and started looking the console over.
There was a faint whooshing sound and the glass tube suddenly started filling with liquid. Once it reached the top, a faint light shone from somewhere in the equipment above it and the liquid started bubbling.
"Oh crap," Junior whispered, even more anxious to figure out what was going on. The console appeared to be showing two different sets of DNA, and when he looked closer his heart sank to his vomited-lime green shoes.
If there was anyone's DNA that he recognized, it was his own. As it happened, he could also recognize several other people's DNA by sight and this happened to be one of them.
According to the console, they were being combined.
Feeling a little numb, Junior tapped the comm in his ear and cleared his throat. "Goldie? Babe? Sweetie?" He paused as she replied. "No, I didn't do any--Well sort of, but by accident."
Eyes fixed on the softly lit tube, he murmured, "Remember when you said we weren't having kids until I figured out how to like, carry them myself?" A pause. "Um...not quite. You should uh--" His voice cracked and he swallowed before continuing. "You should probably like, get over here. Max can give you directions."
Listening to Goldie's soft, concerned voice, Junior shook his head. "No I'm fine, I just...My folks are never going to, like, let me live this down." Goldie asked something else and his mouth tilted up in a faint smile. "Just get over here, babe."
Suspicious, Goldie agreed and ended the connection. Alone in the room, Junior glanced at the console again as it scrolled through his and Goldie's DNA, picking and choosing what he presumed to be the genetic information that was most likely to create a strong, healthy offspring.
His parents had been pretty clear that this was most definitely not the way to make babies. But...there had always been a nagging doubt, a worry, in the back of Junior's mind that because of the way he had been..."born," he might not be capable of having children the normal way. That he was a human mule.
There had never been any scientific proof to back that up, but he had still worried.
Sinking to his knees, Junior reached out a shaking hand to touch the side of the tube. It felt warm.
It felt alive.
"I'm gonna be a daddy," Junior whispered, as tears slid around his awed smile.
"I'm gonna be a dad."
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