Growing
Title: Growing
Ship: Guzman/Mira
Genre: Drama/Angst
Rated: R
Warning: Sensitive subject (clues - title and summary)
Word Count: 1103
Summary: Life found a way.
A/N: Written for Guzman/Mira - growing by morganel for ‘Friday One Word Fic Challenge’ - Week 8
Like there isn’t enough angst involved with these two but I just had to do it. (:
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Days wandering the jungle blended into each other, survival the only thing on their minds. Even with taking the supplies they had when exiting the colony, it wasn’t enough to aid or protect them out here. No gates or roofs around to keep the elements and predators at bay. Most days, finding suitable shelter involved locating trees able to provide the greatest coverage from carnivorous dinosaurs, the higher off the ground the better.
They’ve lost about a dozen people so far. Some due to exhaustion, dehydration, others taken by slashers. The long caravan of humans too enticing for the reptiles to pass up, the latest attack occurring no more than an hour or two ago. In the frenzy of running bodies, ear piercing screams, and horrible sounding roars from the animals, she managed to throw herself out of a slasher tail’s trajectory, landing on her front, a large fallen branch breaking her fall. She’d take the pain of it instead of that of a pair of sharp incisors ripping her apart after its sharp tail splits her open.
She feels a twinge of pain in her stomach. She was getting to the point where she couldn’t control her hunger anymore. Meager helpings a stark difference to the bountifulness found in Terra Nova. Nightfall was fast approaching, the heavens transitioning to darker hues, signaling the need to once again find refuge in the savage jungle. She hears Carter directing people here and there once they select an acceptable location, absently rubbing her lower back as she keeps watch.
She gathers materials to start a fire, the act bringing up emotions that she couldn’t, wouldn’t allow to surface. Anytime she let herself bask in the quiet her mind found its way back to him. She had no right to indulge in sweet memories but she couldn’t help it. As she brought the fire to life and took a seat on the ground, she lost herself in the dancing flames and recalled the last time she had accompanied him on his walk around the perimeter of the colony.
She had joined him halfway through his patrol, when he reached the west side of the colony, the deserted part where only half constructed housing units were found. He had spotted her walking towards him, told his partner to go on ahead, and waited for her to reach him, a smile spreading across his handsome face. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips. After he parted from her she initiated another, a more thorough exploration of his mouth with her tongue, one that left him, and her, lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.
At the feel of her hands at the hem of his fatigues, he had quickly taken hold of her wrists to stop her, told her they could get caught, that he was on duty but she talked him into it with minimal effort. Asked the last time anything occurred in this section of the colony, her “where’s your sense of adventure, Lieutenant?” comment sparking something inside him. He reached for her after laying down his weapon and she molded herself to his body as best she could with his armor still on. His heat, lips and teeth almost making her forget the very reason she had sought him out.
Her hands returned to his fatigues again, unbuttoned them with a quick flick of her wrist and she pulled them down along with his boxers as she fell to her knees. His lust filled groan followed by her name as she took him into her mouth sent a shooting pulse of heat to her core. One of his hands took a firm hold of her hair while the other clenched at his side, his back supported by the large column of wood that composed the massive fence surrounding Terra Nova.
A sharp pain pulls her from her thoughts. She doubles over in discomfort, feeling an intense bout of cramps unleash on her.
“What’s wrong?”
She hadn’t heard Carter’s silent approach. She straightened back up, rose her head to meet his eyes as she put pressure on her abdomen. “I fell on a thick branch when I was trying to get away from the slashers.”
“That was hours ago,” a look of concern washing over his features. He kneels next to her and moves her hands away.
“Let me see.” He pulls up her shirt and makes out what looks like a large bruise on her stomach, pushes his fingers as gently as possible to check for tenderness and hears her let out a sharp hiss of air.
“Come on. Let’s go the rover and get something for the pain.” He helps her up and they began to walk to the edge of their makeshift camp. She doesn’t make it more than twenty feet before she doubles over again, clutches his arm to keep her steady. He keeps a firm hold on her, asks her to rate the pain on a scale of one to ten when she feels something warm slide down her legs.
“I’m bleeding,” she tells him. He picks her up and walks them the rest of the way to their destination, telling Drake he’s in charge until they return, telling curious faces to mind their business, and sets her down next to the rover once they arrive. He takes out a medkit and searches for a change of clothes from her pack. The sound of him rustling through bags and of insects chirping in the night air the only noises when he asks her a question.
“Did you know you were pregnant?”
“Not until a couple seconds ago,” she responds, sadness washing over her at her words.
She’d had no idea. Her and Isaac were always careful, took precautionary measures, but life had found a way it seemed. A new life had been growing inside of her. Had. She feels a tear slide down her face. Then another. The fragile hold she had on her emotions snaps and she begins to tremble, her cries catch in her throat as she feels a pair of arms wrap around her and pull her towards a warm chest.
Carter knows about Sienna, knows that her daughter was taken from her in order to coerce her into traveling back in time, lured by the prospect of giving her a better future. To now realize that she had lost another child to this place, had sacrificed one for the other, however unwittingly, was more than she could take. The last thought in her head before she steels herself is that Isaac would have made a wonderful father.