Fic: That's My Baby, Legion Of Super-Heroes, Lyle/Brainy, M-PREG, PG, 1/1
Brainy decides it’s high time he passed on his genetic genius. He probably should have talked to Lyle about it first, and he definitely shouldn’t have mixed up the Petri dishes.
That’s My Baby
“You knocked me up, you sprocking bastard!”
Hearing those words, accompanied by a thrown Omnicom, was not the way Brainy had expected to be greeted upon returning to his and Lyle’s new shared quarters.
It just proved his theorem that humans were completely unpredictable.
Staring placidly at his enraged lover, Querl Dox sifted through his mental thesaurus of Earth slang phrases for the meaning of Lyle’s invective. He’d…gotten Lyle pregnant? How…?
And then it hit him, with the force of a sun going supernova.
Brainy blinked, swallowed, and grimaced as acid started roiling in his stomach. “Oh,” he said.
“‘Oh’?” Lyle snarled, face twisted in a rictus of anger. “Is that all you have to say?”
“I’m…sorry?” Brainy offered, the hesitation more from the slow speed of his brilliant brain than because he was trying to be funny.
Despite knowing that Querl never ‘tried to be funny’, Lyle understand was not up to figuring out what was going on with his lover. “You should be! I’m a man, Brainy; I’m not supposed to carry children!”
“You’re human,” Brainy corrected. “On Colu, such an enterprise is not as rare as it is on Earth.” Not common, no, but that was because, while a large percentage of Coluan offspring were convinced in utero, the fetus was removed from the host mother at the end of the first month and placed in an incubation chamber. Those children created in Petri dishes were moved to the chambers immediately upon implantation. The incubation chambers maximized the possibility of a full-term healthy offspring being ‘born’. Rare was it that a member of an all-male couple chose to have the fetus implanted in himself, though it did happen.
Brainy had intended for his offspring to end up in the incubation chamber in his lab. However, in all the confusion of Titan’s sun going Nova - or appearing to; blasted space dragons and their need to spawn in yellow giants - Brainy must have mixed up the dish with his and Lyle’s combined DNA and the one with the cure for the common cold.
It would explain why Lyle had still had a runny nose and a fever for several days after he’d taken the ‘cure’. Brainy had just thought that something about the serum Lyle had created for his invisibility had rendered the cure null and void.
Brainiac 5 did not often have chance to think such things, but: he’d been wrong. He’d made an extremely erroneous assumption. Two, actually; he probably should have talked to Lyle about the possibility of conceiving offspring before he’d done it.
Lyle’s mouth opened and closed several times, as if trying to capture the words he was looking for from the very air. “So you’re saying you did this to me on purpose?”
Wincing at the shrill note Lyle’s question ended on, Brainy nonetheless answered, “Not as such, but essentially…yes.” He rushed to add, seeing Lyle’s face become a deep red color reminiscent of a bonfire, “I did not mean to impregnate you, but I did combine our DNA to create zygotes.”
“You didn’t mean to knock me up,” Lyle said in the deadpan, monotone voice evocative of that time the previous spring when Cosmic Boy had said to Star Boy ‘Let me get this straight: you didn’t mean to cause that intergalactic incident on Imsk?’ “Were you planning on carrying our spawn yourself?” he demanded, punctuating his angry retort with a jab of his finger to Brainy’s chest.
Mentally Querl objected to having his offspring referred to as ‘spawn’, but outwardly he only said, “No. I planned on the fetus developing in an incubation chamber, as a great number of Coluan children are.” He hadn’t been, but then, the less he thought about his formerly absent and now-dead mother, the better for his sanity.
He was the smartest person in the galaxy, and he had a prescription for anti-depressants. That was depressing in and of itself.
Lyle sighed, apparently having given up on his righteous anger in favor of not asking more questions which would only get him even more confusing answers. “Right. Whatever. Since your original plan didn’t work, now you’re going to have to nurse me through the next six months or so of this…pregnancy.” He glared at Brainy with so much heat, Querl actually found himself quailing at the sight of his normally easy-going lover. “And you will figure out the most painless way to remove…our child…from my body when it comes time for it to be born.” He turned to go, before looking back at Brainy. “Oh, and one more thing: you owe me as many blowjobs as I can stand for the rest of forever for putting me through this.”
Brainy only nodded; the specifics of placating one’s paramour was a galaxy-wide phenomenon, and he knew it was best to apologize early and often when he was in the wrong (which was far more frequently than he liked) and to just nod and go along with whatever was said when Lyle was mad at him (which happened even more frequently than him being wrong, and was the only thing worse than that situation in and of itself).
It wasn’t the possibility of his jaw going numb from the exceedingly large amounts of fellatio he’d be performing in the near future that had Brainy wincing, however. He just didn’t know how or when he should tell Lyle the truth: that the Petri dish that had held their offspring had had four fertilized eggs, two of each gender. Brainy had only intended on gestating one in the incubation tube, but had thought it prudent to make ‘spares’ in case the first fetus didn’t take.
Querl had also eventually hoped on giving their first child a sibling; he just hadn’t planned for all of them to be born at once.
Sighing, Brainy followed behind his steaming lover at a discrete pace. However much he hadn’t intended this to happen this way, it had. Hopefully the other father of his children would have finished acting childishly by the time their babies were ready to be born.
That’s My Baby
“You knocked me up, you sprocking bastard!”
Hearing those words, accompanied by a thrown Omnicom, was not the way Brainy had expected to be greeted upon returning to his and Lyle’s new shared quarters.
It just proved his theorem that humans were completely unpredictable.
Staring placidly at his enraged lover, Querl Dox sifted through his mental thesaurus of Earth slang phrases for the meaning of Lyle’s invective. He’d…gotten Lyle pregnant? How…?
And then it hit him, with the force of a sun going supernova.
Brainy blinked, swallowed, and grimaced as acid started roiling in his stomach. “Oh,” he said.
“‘Oh’?” Lyle snarled, face twisted in a rictus of anger. “Is that all you have to say?”
“I’m…sorry?” Brainy offered, the hesitation more from the slow speed of his brilliant brain than because he was trying to be funny.
Despite knowing that Querl never ‘tried to be funny’, Lyle understand was not up to figuring out what was going on with his lover. “You should be! I’m a man, Brainy; I’m not supposed to carry children!”
“You’re human,” Brainy corrected. “On Colu, such an enterprise is not as rare as it is on Earth.” Not common, no, but that was because, while a large percentage of Coluan offspring were convinced in utero, the fetus was removed from the host mother at the end of the first month and placed in an incubation chamber. Those children created in Petri dishes were moved to the chambers immediately upon implantation. The incubation chambers maximized the possibility of a full-term healthy offspring being ‘born’. Rare was it that a member of an all-male couple chose to have the fetus implanted in himself, though it did happen.
Brainy had intended for his offspring to end up in the incubation chamber in his lab. However, in all the confusion of Titan’s sun going Nova - or appearing to; blasted space dragons and their need to spawn in yellow giants - Brainy must have mixed up the dish with his and Lyle’s combined DNA and the one with the cure for the common cold.
It would explain why Lyle had still had a runny nose and a fever for several days after he’d taken the ‘cure’. Brainy had just thought that something about the serum Lyle had created for his invisibility had rendered the cure null and void.
Brainiac 5 did not often have chance to think such things, but: he’d been wrong. He’d made an extremely erroneous assumption. Two, actually; he probably should have talked to Lyle about the possibility of conceiving offspring before he’d done it.
Lyle’s mouth opened and closed several times, as if trying to capture the words he was looking for from the very air. “So you’re saying you did this to me on purpose?”
Wincing at the shrill note Lyle’s question ended on, Brainy nonetheless answered, “Not as such, but essentially…yes.” He rushed to add, seeing Lyle’s face become a deep red color reminiscent of a bonfire, “I did not mean to impregnate you, but I did combine our DNA to create zygotes.”
“You didn’t mean to knock me up,” Lyle said in the deadpan, monotone voice evocative of that time the previous spring when Cosmic Boy had said to Star Boy ‘Let me get this straight: you didn’t mean to cause that intergalactic incident on Imsk?’ “Were you planning on carrying our spawn yourself?” he demanded, punctuating his angry retort with a jab of his finger to Brainy’s chest.
Mentally Querl objected to having his offspring referred to as ‘spawn’, but outwardly he only said, “No. I planned on the fetus developing in an incubation chamber, as a great number of Coluan children are.” He hadn’t been, but then, the less he thought about his formerly absent and now-dead mother, the better for his sanity.
He was the smartest person in the galaxy, and he had a prescription for anti-depressants. That was depressing in and of itself.
Lyle sighed, apparently having given up on his righteous anger in favor of not asking more questions which would only get him even more confusing answers. “Right. Whatever. Since your original plan didn’t work, now you’re going to have to nurse me through the next six months or so of this…pregnancy.” He glared at Brainy with so much heat, Querl actually found himself quailing at the sight of his normally easy-going lover. “And you will figure out the most painless way to remove…our child…from my body when it comes time for it to be born.” He turned to go, before looking back at Brainy. “Oh, and one more thing: you owe me as many blowjobs as I can stand for the rest of forever for putting me through this.”
Brainy only nodded; the specifics of placating one’s paramour was a galaxy-wide phenomenon, and he knew it was best to apologize early and often when he was in the wrong (which was far more frequently than he liked) and to just nod and go along with whatever was said when Lyle was mad at him (which happened even more frequently than him being wrong, and was the only thing worse than that situation in and of itself).
It wasn’t the possibility of his jaw going numb from the exceedingly large amounts of fellatio he’d be performing in the near future that had Brainy wincing, however. He just didn’t know how or when he should tell Lyle the truth: that the Petri dish that had held their offspring had had four fertilized eggs, two of each gender. Brainy had only intended on gestating one in the incubation tube, but had thought it prudent to make ‘spares’ in case the first fetus didn’t take.
Querl had also eventually hoped on giving their first child a sibling; he just hadn’t planned for all of them to be born at once.
Sighing, Brainy followed behind his steaming lover at a discrete pace. However much he hadn’t intended this to happen this way, it had. Hopefully the other father of his children would have finished acting childishly by the time their babies were ready to be born.