Fic: Sympathy for Eve, 12/27 (PG)
Title: Sympathy for Eve, 12/27
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Beckett, Sheppard, Kusanagi
Relationships: McKay/Beckett
Rating: PG for this part, but the series as a whole is NC-17
Warnings: mpreg
Spoilers: None
Summary: Part 12 of the Sympathy for Eve series. When Rodney gets turned into a woman for a month, he decides to experiment, but little did he know it could have unforeseen consequences. Set somewhere in a nebulous third season after any cliffhanger-y stuff has been resolved.
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.
As they watched the struggles of Shin Kazama to not lose his humanity in the brutal civil war, John slumped back in his seat and turned to Miko. "The details on the aircraft are amazing. You can tell this was made by someone who really loves military aircraft." He reached into the popcorn bowl, his hand brushing against Miko's. "Sorry. You first."
She took a small handful and pushed the bowl toward him. He set it in his lap and casually flung one arm along the back of the couch. Miko settled back. "I always wish it ended differently, though."
"No spoiling the ending," he told her.
***
Rodney lay, a half-smile on his lips as his fingers carded through Carson's hair, little twitches running through his body in his post-orgasmic state. He chuckled.
"What?" Carson asked.
"He's moving again."
Carson scooted down, his hand moving to Rodney's rounded abdomen, caressing it. "There's our little lad," he said. "I wish I could feel him move."
Rodney smiled, and then froze as the sad tone in Carson's voice registered. "What is it?" he demanded.
"What's what, love?"
Rodney was no expert on social cues, but he could hear the tension in Carson's voice.
"What haven't you told me? He's... He's okay, isn't he?"
There was a slight pause. "He's fine."
Panic roiling in his stomach, joining with the fluttering of his son within him, Rodney sat up and met Carson's eyes. "He's not fine, is he? What's wrong?"
Carson's eyes slid away from Rodney's desperate gaze as he sighed. "I didn't want to tell ye till I was sure."
Rodney braced himself. "Sure of what?"
Carson slipped a hand into Rodney's. "There are indications in your maternal serum test that he may be at high risk for Down's syndrome, but we won't know till the results of the amniocentesis are back."
"So... he's not dying or anything?"
"No. I just didn't want to put you through trying to decide what to do about it before it could be confirmed."
Rodney looked at him in confusion. "What to you mean deciding what to do about it? This doesn't change anything, does it?"
Carson sat up, meeting his gaze. "Well, I thought... You're so... I mean, ye don't tolerate much in the way of... well, idiocy."
"Of course not, because those people should know better. They have the capacity and don't use it." Rodney stared at him. "You really thought I wouldn't want a mentally retarded child?"
Carson flushed with embarrassment. "I'm sorry."
"You should be!" Rodney's hand skimmed his abdomen, as if soothing the baby within. "So, what are the odds? I mean, I realise I'm older and that Down's is more common with older mothers, but still... I had thought perhaps it was more the age of the eggs..."
"But we don't know how the Ancient device created the eggs. If they were created from your sperm, they'd be quite fresh, but there would be the danger of a double Y chromosome abnormality if that were the case."
Rodney nodded. "I suppose so. But surely it would... Well, but then, maybe not... I've been reluctant to study the device in depth, since we need it to deliver the baby."
"Aye. We don't want you breaking it."
"So? What are the odds?"
"Most of the positives with a serum test are false positives. From that standpoint, the odds are rather low. Factoring in your age and assuming the Ancient device creates eggs of the appropriate age... One in three at most. Probably less."
"And when will you have the results of the amniocentesis?"
"I'm pushing the lab to get it done by tomorrow afternoon."
"Oh, good. Then let's not worry about it."
Carson gave him a disbelieving look. "Are you feeling all right, love?"
Rodney huffed and rolled his eyes. "I don't always worry! I don't!"
"Of course not, love."
They lay quietly in each other's arms for a few minutes, and then Rodney said, "So, I've been doing some research on male lactation..."
Carson groaned.
***
"Oh, so tiny!" Miko cried, fingering the soft material of the outfit.
"Yeah," John said, grinning, "Teyla rolled her eyes when I told her what I traded for it, so I expect I was ripped off, but it was just so cute."
"Baby is going to be spoiled rotten!"
"Well, that's the risk you take with two-hundred aunts and uncles."
"When are you going to give it to them?" Miko asked.
John shrugged. "I was waiting till Rodney was out of the infirmary, just in case, you know."
She nodded.
"But now, well, I didn't know if anyone was planning a shower or--"
"Oh! Yes, we should plan shower. That would be lovely!"
"Hey, whoa! Leave me out of this. Showers are girl things," John said.
"But it is two men having baby, so man should help plan," she argued.
He looked at her doubtfully. "I wouldn't know the first thing about organising it. In the military, you just order everyone to show up."
"I'll handle invitations."
"And I can't exactly pick up the phone and order pizza, which is my usual food choice for parties."
She rolled her eyes and John thought maybe she'd spent too much time working with Rodney. "I will speak to kitchen staff."
"So what do I do?" he asked.
"You, get men to come, since shower is a 'girl thing'."
"Okay. I guess I could do that. So, when's this going down?"
She considered. "We need time for people to order things from Earth and for it to get here on Daedalus."
"And time for the Athosian craftsmen to make things if people want to go that route," he added.
"How far along is he?"
"Ummm... Nearly halfway-- eighteen or nineteen weeks."
"So... three month?"
He pouted. "I've got to wait three months to give 'em my presents?"
She giggled. "Yes! And you have to wait almost five month to see your namesake."
He sighed. "Okay, okay. I guess I can wait."
"Good! Let's look at calendar and schedule it."
***
"Well, here we are," John said as they stopped in front of Miko's apartment.
The two of them stood, suddenly uncomfortable. It was always hard to work out what was an acceptable good-night at various stages, made worse by the differences in culture.
"This was fun," John said, nodding.
"Yes, we should do it again."
He stood, rocking on his feet, shoving his hands in his pockets. "That'd be cool."
"Yes. Yes, it would be."
Silence fell.
"Well, ah..."
She sighed and leaned forward, slipping her arms around him and pulling his head down. Her lips met his, soft and warm, and then she pulled back. "Goodnight, colonel."
"John," he corrected her. "Goodnight."
He stepped back and nodded. She nodded back and he hesitantly started walking away. She stood and watched him walk away, a quiet smile on her lips.
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Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Beckett, Sheppard, Kusanagi
Relationships: McKay/Beckett
Rating: PG for this part, but the series as a whole is NC-17
Warnings: mpreg
Spoilers: None
Summary: Part 12 of the Sympathy for Eve series. When Rodney gets turned into a woman for a month, he decides to experiment, but little did he know it could have unforeseen consequences. Set somewhere in a nebulous third season after any cliffhanger-y stuff has been resolved.
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.
As they watched the struggles of Shin Kazama to not lose his humanity in the brutal civil war, John slumped back in his seat and turned to Miko. "The details on the aircraft are amazing. You can tell this was made by someone who really loves military aircraft." He reached into the popcorn bowl, his hand brushing against Miko's. "Sorry. You first."
She took a small handful and pushed the bowl toward him. He set it in his lap and casually flung one arm along the back of the couch. Miko settled back. "I always wish it ended differently, though."
"No spoiling the ending," he told her.
***
Rodney lay, a half-smile on his lips as his fingers carded through Carson's hair, little twitches running through his body in his post-orgasmic state. He chuckled.
"What?" Carson asked.
"He's moving again."
Carson scooted down, his hand moving to Rodney's rounded abdomen, caressing it. "There's our little lad," he said. "I wish I could feel him move."
Rodney smiled, and then froze as the sad tone in Carson's voice registered. "What is it?" he demanded.
"What's what, love?"
Rodney was no expert on social cues, but he could hear the tension in Carson's voice.
"What haven't you told me? He's... He's okay, isn't he?"
There was a slight pause. "He's fine."
Panic roiling in his stomach, joining with the fluttering of his son within him, Rodney sat up and met Carson's eyes. "He's not fine, is he? What's wrong?"
Carson's eyes slid away from Rodney's desperate gaze as he sighed. "I didn't want to tell ye till I was sure."
Rodney braced himself. "Sure of what?"
Carson slipped a hand into Rodney's. "There are indications in your maternal serum test that he may be at high risk for Down's syndrome, but we won't know till the results of the amniocentesis are back."
"So... he's not dying or anything?"
"No. I just didn't want to put you through trying to decide what to do about it before it could be confirmed."
Rodney looked at him in confusion. "What to you mean deciding what to do about it? This doesn't change anything, does it?"
Carson sat up, meeting his gaze. "Well, I thought... You're so... I mean, ye don't tolerate much in the way of... well, idiocy."
"Of course not, because those people should know better. They have the capacity and don't use it." Rodney stared at him. "You really thought I wouldn't want a mentally retarded child?"
Carson flushed with embarrassment. "I'm sorry."
"You should be!" Rodney's hand skimmed his abdomen, as if soothing the baby within. "So, what are the odds? I mean, I realise I'm older and that Down's is more common with older mothers, but still... I had thought perhaps it was more the age of the eggs..."
"But we don't know how the Ancient device created the eggs. If they were created from your sperm, they'd be quite fresh, but there would be the danger of a double Y chromosome abnormality if that were the case."
Rodney nodded. "I suppose so. But surely it would... Well, but then, maybe not... I've been reluctant to study the device in depth, since we need it to deliver the baby."
"Aye. We don't want you breaking it."
"So? What are the odds?"
"Most of the positives with a serum test are false positives. From that standpoint, the odds are rather low. Factoring in your age and assuming the Ancient device creates eggs of the appropriate age... One in three at most. Probably less."
"And when will you have the results of the amniocentesis?"
"I'm pushing the lab to get it done by tomorrow afternoon."
"Oh, good. Then let's not worry about it."
Carson gave him a disbelieving look. "Are you feeling all right, love?"
Rodney huffed and rolled his eyes. "I don't always worry! I don't!"
"Of course not, love."
They lay quietly in each other's arms for a few minutes, and then Rodney said, "So, I've been doing some research on male lactation..."
Carson groaned.
***
"Oh, so tiny!" Miko cried, fingering the soft material of the outfit.
"Yeah," John said, grinning, "Teyla rolled her eyes when I told her what I traded for it, so I expect I was ripped off, but it was just so cute."
"Baby is going to be spoiled rotten!"
"Well, that's the risk you take with two-hundred aunts and uncles."
"When are you going to give it to them?" Miko asked.
John shrugged. "I was waiting till Rodney was out of the infirmary, just in case, you know."
She nodded.
"But now, well, I didn't know if anyone was planning a shower or--"
"Oh! Yes, we should plan shower. That would be lovely!"
"Hey, whoa! Leave me out of this. Showers are girl things," John said.
"But it is two men having baby, so man should help plan," she argued.
He looked at her doubtfully. "I wouldn't know the first thing about organising it. In the military, you just order everyone to show up."
"I'll handle invitations."
"And I can't exactly pick up the phone and order pizza, which is my usual food choice for parties."
She rolled her eyes and John thought maybe she'd spent too much time working with Rodney. "I will speak to kitchen staff."
"So what do I do?" he asked.
"You, get men to come, since shower is a 'girl thing'."
"Okay. I guess I could do that. So, when's this going down?"
She considered. "We need time for people to order things from Earth and for it to get here on Daedalus."
"And time for the Athosian craftsmen to make things if people want to go that route," he added.
"How far along is he?"
"Ummm... Nearly halfway-- eighteen or nineteen weeks."
"So... three month?"
He pouted. "I've got to wait three months to give 'em my presents?"
She giggled. "Yes! And you have to wait almost five month to see your namesake."
He sighed. "Okay, okay. I guess I can wait."
"Good! Let's look at calendar and schedule it."
***
"Well, here we are," John said as they stopped in front of Miko's apartment.
The two of them stood, suddenly uncomfortable. It was always hard to work out what was an acceptable good-night at various stages, made worse by the differences in culture.
"This was fun," John said, nodding.
"Yes, we should do it again."
He stood, rocking on his feet, shoving his hands in his pockets. "That'd be cool."
"Yes. Yes, it would be."
Silence fell.
"Well, ah..."
She sighed and leaned forward, slipping her arms around him and pulling his head down. Her lips met his, soft and warm, and then she pulled back. "Goodnight, colonel."
"John," he corrected her. "Goodnight."
He stepped back and nodded. She nodded back and he hesitantly started walking away. She stood and watched him walk away, a quiet smile on her lips.
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