Fic: Sympathy for Eve 16/27
Title: Sympathy for Eve, 16/27
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Beckett, Sheppard, Lorne, Zelenka, Kusanagi, Simpson, Kavanagh, Weir
Relationships: McKay/Beckett
Rating: PG
Warnings: mpreg, fluff
Spoilers: None
Summary: Part 16 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 AU after any cliffhanger-y stuff has been resolved.
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.
Author's Notes: Quick and dirty beta by mice1900.
"So?" Rodney asked as he refastened his sarong.
Carson frowned. "I may want to run a more extensive glucose test in a few weeks. And I'm going to be monitoring your blood pressure closely. You're a wee bit higher than you were two weeks ago."
"But the blood pressure's not high high?"
"It's borderline. And higher than usual for you. I'm as concerned about the trend as I am about the current level." He handed Rodney his shirt-- one of the loosest of his grey tee shirts, which was getting tight around the tummy. "I want you to promise me that as much as possible you'll avoid stress and overwork."
Rodney snorted. "Yes. I'm only the first ever male pregnancy, getting married, and overseeing a couple hundred scientists and all their pet projects. Nothing to stress over there."
"Rodney!"
"I'll try, okay? I don't know how women do it."
"I know ye get tired of it, but just remember it's for both yours and the baby's health. Once you hold our son in your arms, you'll forget how much of a bother it was."
"I guess so. Something makes women do it more than once and it's not all the fun of pregnancy, that's for sure," Rodney griped.
Carson chuckled and squeezed his shoulder. "Oh! I almost forgot, I've been looking into the literature. It appears there are cases of men lactating without hormonal treatments."
"Really? Forward me the articles?"
"I can do that. But are you really sure you want to do this?"
"If I were a female, would you be asking this?"
Carson sighed. "No. I wouldn't. I just... I worry sometimes that ye're going a wee bit overboard, love."
Rodney leaned forward and kissed him. "I don't know how else to do it. I don't want to screw up."
"Oh, love! You won't." He slid his hand around to the nape of Rodney's neck and squeezed gently. "You're not your parents. Just... relax and enjoy this as much as you can." He laid his other hand on Rodney's tummy as he kissed him, then broke off with a grin.
"What?"
"I felt him."
"Just now? When he kicked?"
Carson nodded and ran his hand along Rodney's bulging abdomen, his grin widening. "There. I felt him again. God! He's such a little miracle."
"Doctor Beckett, I've got Sergeant Mul-- Oh! Sorry," Nurse Allison said. "I thought you were done."
"Allison, come here and feel," Carson said, turning to the nurse. "I can feel my son move."
"Oh!" she cried in excitement and stepped over to Rodney, placing her hand on his tummy.
"Up a wee bit. Right here."
She grinned. "Oh, Doctor Beckett! He is! Gen, come feel this!"
And the next thing Rodney knew, he was surrounded by people-- doctors, nurses, techs, patients-- laying hands on his abdomen and talking excitedly about every little kick. It was weird and uncomfortable, but Carson was grinning from ear to ear and Rodney couldn't help but smile.
***
John was just about to knock on Zelenka's door, when it slid open and Major Lorne stepped out. His XO gave a guilty start.
"Major," John greeted, and considered asking what he was up to, but Lorne was blushing furiously and his eyes had that deer-in-the-headlights look.
"C-colonel. I was... um..."
"Just leaving, I take it."
"Um. Yes. Yes, sir."
John smiled disarmingly. "Good. Well, I'll see you in the morning."
Lorne nodded and hurried off.
John stuck his head in Zelenka's doorway. "Hey, doc, you busy?"
Zelenka came out from his bedroom, pulling on a shirt. John got a brief glance of his extremely hairy chest and then Zelenka was smoothing down a black tee shirt with something written in Czech on it. "No, colonel. What did you need?"
"Doctor Weir is talking about scheduling my team for a mission in a couple of days. I wanted to know if you were coming or if I needed to hit up Simpson."
"What kind of mission?"
"Second contact. Friendly natives, Ancient ruins, looking at crops and lots of trees. The usual." John shrugged.
"From Rodney's stories, the usual is more like hostile natives, useless ruins, and a lot of running through crops and trees."
"Oh, you know Rodney. Always exaggerating."
"Hm," Radek said, sounding unconvinced.
"Come on, Radek! It'll be fun. Well, actually, it'll probably be boring as hell, but that's a good thing."
Radek sighed. "All right, Colonel. I will try one mission. And then we'll see."
"Good. It'll be cool. You'll see. Briefing day after tomorrow at oh-nine-hundred." He turned to leave, then stopped. "You wouldn't want to tell me what Lorne was doing here, would you?"
Radek grinned. "No. I wouldn't."
***
"What's going on?" Kavanagh demanded as he walked into the lab and took in the mob of cooing women.
"It's Doctor McKay's baby," Miko said. "We can feel him moving."
"I think he's going to be a footballer with that kick," Bryce said.
"Come here and feel!" Simpson said.
Kavanagh gave her a wary look and stepped back. "There is no way in hell I'm laying my hands on McKay's person unless he's bleeding, on fire, or dying." He looked up and saw the other man seemed glazed and agitated. "And there's important work to be done, people. Simpson, Murphy, I need you in the particle lab. You can fondle McKay later."
Simpson glared, but left the group, pulling Murphy with her. As if that were a cue, the entire group moved off. The other man gave a relieved sigh and nodded to him. Kavanagh thought he caught McKay muttering something about "a petting zoo" but didn't catch the whole thing.
"Oh, McKay, the simulations I've been running on the main server are getting bogged down. Any way you could up their priority a bit?"
McKay straightened his shirt. "Um. Sure, Kavanagh. I'll see what I can do."
Kavanagh smiled. "Great."
***
Elizabeth stared at the requisition list from the cook. "There seems to be quite a bit extra this time around. Can you explain."
Sergeant Mulgrew leaned forward and pointed. "This stuff is for Doctor Kusanagi for the McKay-Beckett baby shower." His hand moved down. "This is from Colonel Sheppard for the bachelor party. And this is from Doctor Beckett for the wedding reception and this is also from him for Doctor McKay and for the baby. He's wanting to store up some things ahead of time, just in case."
She sighed and nodded. "I suppose we'll have to bump a few things to make room. Though that's going to be fun, because I know some of the personal requisitions are for wedding and baby gifts. I'll send out an email."
He nodded. "It's all-of-a-sudden going kablooie, isn't it?"
"How do you mean, sergeant?"
He shrugged. "Well, they've kinda opened the floodgates. I've overheard some other people talking marriage. And babies, though they're a little quieter about that-- more careful of being overheard. I'm thinking we may be seeing a lot of weddings in the near future, and a lot of maternity transfers pretty soon, too."
She nodded, feeling grim. "Baby fever."
"Yeah. Leave it to McKay. Not that I don't recognise he's pulled our collective asses-- pardon my French-- out of the fire more than a time or two, but he's still a lot of trouble, especially for us cooks."
She chuckled. "You cooks have it easy."
He gave her a sympathetic look. "I expect we do, ma'am."
***
Rodney poked at his food.
"Not hungry, McKay?" the colonel asked, pausing at his table.
"I have this godawful craving for poutine," Rodney answered. "I asked the cook and he looked at me like I'd just suggested he serve raw monkey brains."
"Ew!" Simpson exclaimed from the next table.
"I didn't ask you!" Rodney glared at her.
"No kidding," Sheppard quipped in her direction. "Everyone knows monkey brains are better deep fried."
Kavanagh looked up from where he was shifting some sort of fried liver around on his plate and sighed. "I didn't really want to eat anyway."
The colonel shrugged and turned back to Rodney. "There's got to be something you like."
"It all gives me heartburn." Rodney grimaced. "I expect poutine would, too, but it just sounds good."
"You need to eat smaller meals."
"Have you been talking to Carson?"
"Nope." Sheppard shrugged. "You just pick up these things sometimes."
Rodney nodded. He seemed to recall Sheppard saying that one of his last foster families had had another foster child-- a 15-year-old girl-- who was pregnant at the time.
"Welp, there's Radek and Teyla. And Ronon should be here soon. Gotta go."
Rodney watched as the colonel wandered over to the lunch line where Radek was expounding on something with Teyla and sighed.
"Are ye all right, love?"
Rodney looked up and smiled at Carson. "Fine." His gaze wandered to where the colonel stood joking and laughing with his new team.
"Ah. I see." He sat down and took Rodney's hand. "Do you miss going off-world?"
"Who me? Hostile natives, life-sucking aliens, bees, pollen, weather... Why would I miss that?"
Carson grinned. "I've no idea."
Rodney nodded to where Radek was practically falling down from the slap on the back that Ronon had just given him. "Though I swear, if he breaks my best puddlejumper mechanic, he is so never going to have hot water again. Ow!" He glared down at his tummy. "And you're not old enough to vote, so stop that."
Carson chuckled and leaned forward, taking Rodney in a gentle kiss while he laid his hand on Rodney's abdomen. Rodney could feel him smile into the kiss as his child-- their son-- kicked and moved, tiny and alive and impossible.
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Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Beckett, Sheppard, Lorne, Zelenka, Kusanagi, Simpson, Kavanagh, Weir
Relationships: McKay/Beckett
Rating: PG
Warnings: mpreg, fluff
Spoilers: None
Summary: Part 16 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 AU after any cliffhanger-y stuff has been resolved.
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.
Author's Notes: Quick and dirty beta by mice1900.
"So?" Rodney asked as he refastened his sarong.
Carson frowned. "I may want to run a more extensive glucose test in a few weeks. And I'm going to be monitoring your blood pressure closely. You're a wee bit higher than you were two weeks ago."
"But the blood pressure's not high high?"
"It's borderline. And higher than usual for you. I'm as concerned about the trend as I am about the current level." He handed Rodney his shirt-- one of the loosest of his grey tee shirts, which was getting tight around the tummy. "I want you to promise me that as much as possible you'll avoid stress and overwork."
Rodney snorted. "Yes. I'm only the first ever male pregnancy, getting married, and overseeing a couple hundred scientists and all their pet projects. Nothing to stress over there."
"Rodney!"
"I'll try, okay? I don't know how women do it."
"I know ye get tired of it, but just remember it's for both yours and the baby's health. Once you hold our son in your arms, you'll forget how much of a bother it was."
"I guess so. Something makes women do it more than once and it's not all the fun of pregnancy, that's for sure," Rodney griped.
Carson chuckled and squeezed his shoulder. "Oh! I almost forgot, I've been looking into the literature. It appears there are cases of men lactating without hormonal treatments."
"Really? Forward me the articles?"
"I can do that. But are you really sure you want to do this?"
"If I were a female, would you be asking this?"
Carson sighed. "No. I wouldn't. I just... I worry sometimes that ye're going a wee bit overboard, love."
Rodney leaned forward and kissed him. "I don't know how else to do it. I don't want to screw up."
"Oh, love! You won't." He slid his hand around to the nape of Rodney's neck and squeezed gently. "You're not your parents. Just... relax and enjoy this as much as you can." He laid his other hand on Rodney's tummy as he kissed him, then broke off with a grin.
"What?"
"I felt him."
"Just now? When he kicked?"
Carson nodded and ran his hand along Rodney's bulging abdomen, his grin widening. "There. I felt him again. God! He's such a little miracle."
"Doctor Beckett, I've got Sergeant Mul-- Oh! Sorry," Nurse Allison said. "I thought you were done."
"Allison, come here and feel," Carson said, turning to the nurse. "I can feel my son move."
"Oh!" she cried in excitement and stepped over to Rodney, placing her hand on his tummy.
"Up a wee bit. Right here."
She grinned. "Oh, Doctor Beckett! He is! Gen, come feel this!"
And the next thing Rodney knew, he was surrounded by people-- doctors, nurses, techs, patients-- laying hands on his abdomen and talking excitedly about every little kick. It was weird and uncomfortable, but Carson was grinning from ear to ear and Rodney couldn't help but smile.
***
John was just about to knock on Zelenka's door, when it slid open and Major Lorne stepped out. His XO gave a guilty start.
"Major," John greeted, and considered asking what he was up to, but Lorne was blushing furiously and his eyes had that deer-in-the-headlights look.
"C-colonel. I was... um..."
"Just leaving, I take it."
"Um. Yes. Yes, sir."
John smiled disarmingly. "Good. Well, I'll see you in the morning."
Lorne nodded and hurried off.
John stuck his head in Zelenka's doorway. "Hey, doc, you busy?"
Zelenka came out from his bedroom, pulling on a shirt. John got a brief glance of his extremely hairy chest and then Zelenka was smoothing down a black tee shirt with something written in Czech on it. "No, colonel. What did you need?"
"Doctor Weir is talking about scheduling my team for a mission in a couple of days. I wanted to know if you were coming or if I needed to hit up Simpson."
"What kind of mission?"
"Second contact. Friendly natives, Ancient ruins, looking at crops and lots of trees. The usual." John shrugged.
"From Rodney's stories, the usual is more like hostile natives, useless ruins, and a lot of running through crops and trees."
"Oh, you know Rodney. Always exaggerating."
"Hm," Radek said, sounding unconvinced.
"Come on, Radek! It'll be fun. Well, actually, it'll probably be boring as hell, but that's a good thing."
Radek sighed. "All right, Colonel. I will try one mission. And then we'll see."
"Good. It'll be cool. You'll see. Briefing day after tomorrow at oh-nine-hundred." He turned to leave, then stopped. "You wouldn't want to tell me what Lorne was doing here, would you?"
Radek grinned. "No. I wouldn't."
***
"What's going on?" Kavanagh demanded as he walked into the lab and took in the mob of cooing women.
"It's Doctor McKay's baby," Miko said. "We can feel him moving."
"I think he's going to be a footballer with that kick," Bryce said.
"Come here and feel!" Simpson said.
Kavanagh gave her a wary look and stepped back. "There is no way in hell I'm laying my hands on McKay's person unless he's bleeding, on fire, or dying." He looked up and saw the other man seemed glazed and agitated. "And there's important work to be done, people. Simpson, Murphy, I need you in the particle lab. You can fondle McKay later."
Simpson glared, but left the group, pulling Murphy with her. As if that were a cue, the entire group moved off. The other man gave a relieved sigh and nodded to him. Kavanagh thought he caught McKay muttering something about "a petting zoo" but didn't catch the whole thing.
"Oh, McKay, the simulations I've been running on the main server are getting bogged down. Any way you could up their priority a bit?"
McKay straightened his shirt. "Um. Sure, Kavanagh. I'll see what I can do."
Kavanagh smiled. "Great."
***
Elizabeth stared at the requisition list from the cook. "There seems to be quite a bit extra this time around. Can you explain."
Sergeant Mulgrew leaned forward and pointed. "This stuff is for Doctor Kusanagi for the McKay-Beckett baby shower." His hand moved down. "This is from Colonel Sheppard for the bachelor party. And this is from Doctor Beckett for the wedding reception and this is also from him for Doctor McKay and for the baby. He's wanting to store up some things ahead of time, just in case."
She sighed and nodded. "I suppose we'll have to bump a few things to make room. Though that's going to be fun, because I know some of the personal requisitions are for wedding and baby gifts. I'll send out an email."
He nodded. "It's all-of-a-sudden going kablooie, isn't it?"
"How do you mean, sergeant?"
He shrugged. "Well, they've kinda opened the floodgates. I've overheard some other people talking marriage. And babies, though they're a little quieter about that-- more careful of being overheard. I'm thinking we may be seeing a lot of weddings in the near future, and a lot of maternity transfers pretty soon, too."
She nodded, feeling grim. "Baby fever."
"Yeah. Leave it to McKay. Not that I don't recognise he's pulled our collective asses-- pardon my French-- out of the fire more than a time or two, but he's still a lot of trouble, especially for us cooks."
She chuckled. "You cooks have it easy."
He gave her a sympathetic look. "I expect we do, ma'am."
***
Rodney poked at his food.
"Not hungry, McKay?" the colonel asked, pausing at his table.
"I have this godawful craving for poutine," Rodney answered. "I asked the cook and he looked at me like I'd just suggested he serve raw monkey brains."
"Ew!" Simpson exclaimed from the next table.
"I didn't ask you!" Rodney glared at her.
"No kidding," Sheppard quipped in her direction. "Everyone knows monkey brains are better deep fried."
Kavanagh looked up from where he was shifting some sort of fried liver around on his plate and sighed. "I didn't really want to eat anyway."
The colonel shrugged and turned back to Rodney. "There's got to be something you like."
"It all gives me heartburn." Rodney grimaced. "I expect poutine would, too, but it just sounds good."
"You need to eat smaller meals."
"Have you been talking to Carson?"
"Nope." Sheppard shrugged. "You just pick up these things sometimes."
Rodney nodded. He seemed to recall Sheppard saying that one of his last foster families had had another foster child-- a 15-year-old girl-- who was pregnant at the time.
"Welp, there's Radek and Teyla. And Ronon should be here soon. Gotta go."
Rodney watched as the colonel wandered over to the lunch line where Radek was expounding on something with Teyla and sighed.
"Are ye all right, love?"
Rodney looked up and smiled at Carson. "Fine." His gaze wandered to where the colonel stood joking and laughing with his new team.
"Ah. I see." He sat down and took Rodney's hand. "Do you miss going off-world?"
"Who me? Hostile natives, life-sucking aliens, bees, pollen, weather... Why would I miss that?"
Carson grinned. "I've no idea."
Rodney nodded to where Radek was practically falling down from the slap on the back that Ronon had just given him. "Though I swear, if he breaks my best puddlejumper mechanic, he is so never going to have hot water again. Ow!" He glared down at his tummy. "And you're not old enough to vote, so stop that."
Carson chuckled and leaned forward, taking Rodney in a gentle kiss while he laid his hand on Rodney's abdomen. Rodney could feel him smile into the kiss as his child-- their son-- kicked and moved, tiny and alive and impossible.
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