First part of Fic Bunny!
Title : What were dealt, we deal with. Part 1
Author : ghost_hare_22
Shipper : Logan/Marie
Rating : PG (heading toward NC17)
Disclaimer : I own nothing but my own words
Notes: This is the 'Marie becomes a surrogate mum' bunny, hope you like what I've done with it so far.
Feedback : Please if you have the time
Archive : Sure but let me know where your putting it.
Marie always followed her regimen, now matter where she was or who she was with, it didn’t matter anymore that the child she was carrying wasn’t wanted by the people who’d chosen her to carry it. She’d be the best mother she could be, eighteen or no, hell her grandmother had had four kids by her age and her mother had given birth to her just after her nineteenth birthday.
The memory of family surfaced like a silver fish in a dark pond, the pain of it cutting deep into her emotions. Her mind opening to show her the event that had started all this, all this running, all this fear.
The touch of the doctor on her skin as she’d been for her scan, the sudden rush of thoughts and emotions that had come from her. The fears for the baby, the child she was carrying that the ‘parents’ would suspect something was awry when it was born with brown eyes. She’d been sedated on the gurney as the doctor had fainted dead away, her mind able to sift through the information she’d gathered by her touch on her bare skin. Realising something was wrong with the doctor, something she’d done to her by the doctors touch on her skin. The thoughts that had been going through her head as she’d been preparing her stomach for the scan, trying to keep herself calm as she did it.
That the child wasn’t the one they all thought she was carrying, it was something else, or someone else’s. The doctor knew both parents were blue eyed and they’d have to be convinced that the child really was theirs. It’d have to be done as soon as the birth was over, they’d been lucky with the surrogate, she was healthy, strong, malleable. It had been those words that had caused her to run, to take off as soon as she could, the words of the doctor had sounded as if she was a specimen to be dissected. Now it was clear she was also a mutant she knew what would happen to her if she stayed still here, the doctor had a very curious nature and very few scruples, she’d seen that from the mind invading her own.
When she’d awoken there were restraints on her wrists and ankles and her mother had been sitting by her side. Marie could remember the tone of voice she’d had, as if everything she’d ever known had been taken away from her. Telling her that she was a mutant, that her skin had hurt the doctor and that there were people coming for her. Her mother had said the word ‘people’ in a tone that reminded her of the day they’d taken her old dog to the vet to be put to sleep. Her eyes had met hers then for a moment and she’d known everything she’d had to know. Whoever was coming was going to hurt her and the baby she was carrying, she hadn’t spoken just cried as she’d tried to get out of the restraints. Her struggles making the leather cut deep into her wrists, she’d struggled for what felt like an hour next to her almost comatose mother. It had been when her father had come in and seen his daughter trussed up like a sacrifice to science that she’d finally woken up from her stupor.
He’d unbuckled her, helped her to take the straps from her body pushing her to get out of bed. Her mother had tried to stop him but he’d just held her tight in his grip and pulled her frame around into his angry gaze. The words she’d always remember, still burning in her heart, “She’s our *daughter* Anna! No matter what those people tell us she’s our Marie!” Her mother had tried to get away to call for help but he’d put his hand over her cries, urging her to move, to get out of there. He hadn’t done anything else for her but that, he’d set her free, let her get lost in the vast hospital. Dressed in her own clothes, covered as much as she could be, she’d stolen money from the nurses station in paediatrics and took a taxi home.
Packing everything including her passport she’d high tailed it out of there just as she’d heard the cars coming around the corner. Taking the family credit card had been a bonus, she’d maxed it at the first opportunity at a bank and had posted it back home. She had money, her drivers licence and a child she’d been paid to carry for someone else. Not the greatest start at a new life but one that was better than being somewhere she didn’t want to be.
So here she was sat in a small diner, taking her vitamins, the bottles she’d been given by the hospital, the folic acid, the multi-vitamin and the dreaded iron pill. She’d been diagnosed as anaemic when she’d first been to see if the implantation had taken, the umbilical had been strong on the scan and her body was using resources she didn’t really have in reserve. Hence the vitamins, it was good for the baby her mother had told her so she’d done it for the first four months of her pregnancy and she wasn’t going to stop now. Her hand dropped to the bump under her layers of clothing, remembering what had brought her here, her good intentions, her will to serve something higher than her own needs.
Marjorie and Derek Chalmers, friends of her fathers had been childless for almost all of their marriage, Marjorie would get pregnant but would miscarry at nearly four months every single time. After five attempts the doctors had told her she was incapable of carrying a child to term, it had destroyed them both. Many a night they were at her mothers kitchen table, crying over the unfairness of it all, Derek was a successful businessman, he had a car dealership in three counties. Had money coming out of his whazoo but he couldn’t have a child, not with Marjorie. At first she’d told him to divorce her, trying to ease the burden on him, taking all the blame herself. That he should go find a ‘nice young filly’ and knock her up, that way he’d have a son to give the business to like he always wanted. Derek was a man who most would have thought that he’d have jumped at the chance, but her father and mother had known different. Derek hadn’t been changed by the success because he knew how fickle it could be, one day on the top the next at the bottom, so he’d stuck by her and it had been Marie herself who’d brought up the idea to them all.
It had been part of her Humanities class, the idea of surrogacy and the joy it brought to families who needed their help. Several of her classmates had been dead against it but Marie had been all for it, to bring joy and life into the world even if there were some monetary rewards at the end of it. So she’d broached the subject to her family one night when Derek and Marjorie had been there, the silence that had followed her offer of help had made her wonder if she’d said the right thing but the look of pride in her father’s eyes had sealed the deal. If they said yes she’d do it, her college fund wasn’t anything to write home about and if she did this she could pay her own way and everyone would be a winner, including her mother. She’d have a sort of grandchild in the child she’d given birth to, thing was not everything went as well as you expected.
Especially when she’d tried to contact Derek after she’d run out of the hospital, he’d been calm, frighteningly so on the phone to her. Telling her he’d made an account for her for her trouble but she was never to contact him or his wife again. She’d moved the money as soon as she could, into a small post-office savings account under a different name, her soon to be child’s name, Lewington. She kept the small pocket book in her underwear, packed at the bottom of her things, even if she got robbed of the cash she had she still had the account number to get money transferred to her.
The process had been simple really, she’d taken note of her cycle, following it regularly until she knew her most fertile period. When that had been mapped she’d been taken into the town to the clinic for the implantation, a few uncomfortable moments and she’d been pregnant with what she’d thought had been Derek and Marjorie Chalmers embryo. Only that knowledge had been stripped from her when she’d seen into the doctors mind that had touched her, she was carrying a baby that she was sure of but who’s it was she had no idea. A little like her, lost and alone, unloved and uncared for Marie just finished her routine of breakfast her eyes looking for a way to the next town where she felt safe enough to buy a car.
A pregnant woman travelling alone tended to get attention, she needed a mode of transport that would get her away from trouble and attention faster than she got it. Shaking the bottle she had to get a refill of her vitamins too, she wasn’t going to let her circumstances stop her from fulfilling her duty to the child she was carrying. A solitary tear rolled down her cheek as she stroked her covered belly, “Just you and me kid, no matter what happens out here Ah’m not going to leave you behind. You’re part of me and nothing is evah goin’ to change that ya hear?” Her whisper was lost in the clatter of dishes being stacked and people asking and given their orders over to the staff of the small diner. Marie stayed a little longer as the rain began to fall outside, the sky mirroring her own feelings of loss.
“Where is the subject?” Her hands were playing with her second cigarette of the interview, she’d only been in here for just under a minute. The voice she heard was coming from a two way mirror, she was alone in the room with her smoke, no chance of a passive death in here. Clearing her throat she answered, “We don’t know. She took off after her father released her from her bed, she left the hospital and we lost her.” The silence from the other side of the mirror made her nerves spike, she knew it wasn’t good but she didn’t know how bad it could be, not yet. Tapping out her ash into the small foil tray her nerves prodded her to fill the waiting silence, “We can track her though.” The silence was cut by the sound of the intercom buzzing and a deeper voice asking, “How?”
This voice held a tone that the good doctor recognised, she’d used it herself on interns, it read ‘whatever you’re going to say next may just save you’ and here it was something much more important than a job she’d be saving.
“Her meds, the amount and dosage are very specific, there’s even some trace elements that she needed. Her diet wasn’t as good as it could be and she’ll need to take the vitamins every day of her pregnancy.” The intercom buzzed again as the voice answered.
“She could just buy generic from any drugstore.” The doctor shook her head from side to side, watching her reflection get lost in the cloud of blue tobacco smoke wreathed around her face.
“No she can’t. Every pharmacy has a hospital database on it’s system, a request is given to the hospital who first filled the prescription just in case an error is made. The trace elements we have in her vitamins will be hard to get other than in a pharmacy within the hospital system. We can track her by that.”
Silence filled the room again as the doctor felt the air around her loosen, she’d given them a chance of finding their little experiment of colouring outside the lines. “Does the subject know of her own ties to the child?” She watched her own head shake as she looked in the mirror, when had these lines appeared on her face, when had her eyes looked so sunken and her skin so sallow?
“No she has no idea that it’s her own child, she thought she was impregnated with a donor embryo, not sperm.” Although she’d had a niggling feeling that the girl had taken something from her when she’d touched her, that the pain she’d felt coursing through her body had been accompanied by the plundering of her memories too. She wasn’t going to tell the voices this, if she did she might not walk out of here alive.
Silence returned to the room and her hands shook as she lit yet another cigarette from the embers of the last one, if she managed to get through this nightmare she might have the luxury of dying of lung cancer one day. But right now she was counting the seconds as a bonus on her life, the voice returned and she almost swallowed her tongue when she heard what it had to say.
“I want you out there, get yourself packed your leaving in an hour.” Crushing her cigarette in the tray she stood up smoothing out her coat.
“You want me to find the pharmacy she uses and track her down?”
The voice when it spoke was the original one that had questioned her and he humour in it was obvious to her ears, dark and brittle.
“No, of course not, that’s what field men are for. You’re much too valuable to the program to lose out in the world, we want you to see the donor, get his vitals back up. Turn him into our little breeding bull, you’re coming with us Doctor Howard, the girl will be picked up if it’s as easy as you say it is. Just give our operatives the list of things they should be looking for and they’ll bring her home, safely.”
When she finally saw her reflection again her skin had become like paper, waxy and pale, the cigarettes dangled from her hand and she knew her plans for a long drawn out death by cancer were no longer viable. Leaving them behind on the table she walked out and began making the her will in her head, no-one who’d gone to see the donor had come back and in her heart she knew she wouldn’t either.
Author : ghost_hare_22
Shipper : Logan/Marie
Rating : PG (heading toward NC17)
Disclaimer : I own nothing but my own words
Notes: This is the 'Marie becomes a surrogate mum' bunny, hope you like what I've done with it so far.
Feedback : Please if you have the time
Archive : Sure but let me know where your putting it.
Marie always followed her regimen, now matter where she was or who she was with, it didn’t matter anymore that the child she was carrying wasn’t wanted by the people who’d chosen her to carry it. She’d be the best mother she could be, eighteen or no, hell her grandmother had had four kids by her age and her mother had given birth to her just after her nineteenth birthday.
The memory of family surfaced like a silver fish in a dark pond, the pain of it cutting deep into her emotions. Her mind opening to show her the event that had started all this, all this running, all this fear.
The touch of the doctor on her skin as she’d been for her scan, the sudden rush of thoughts and emotions that had come from her. The fears for the baby, the child she was carrying that the ‘parents’ would suspect something was awry when it was born with brown eyes. She’d been sedated on the gurney as the doctor had fainted dead away, her mind able to sift through the information she’d gathered by her touch on her bare skin. Realising something was wrong with the doctor, something she’d done to her by the doctors touch on her skin. The thoughts that had been going through her head as she’d been preparing her stomach for the scan, trying to keep herself calm as she did it.
That the child wasn’t the one they all thought she was carrying, it was something else, or someone else’s. The doctor knew both parents were blue eyed and they’d have to be convinced that the child really was theirs. It’d have to be done as soon as the birth was over, they’d been lucky with the surrogate, she was healthy, strong, malleable. It had been those words that had caused her to run, to take off as soon as she could, the words of the doctor had sounded as if she was a specimen to be dissected. Now it was clear she was also a mutant she knew what would happen to her if she stayed still here, the doctor had a very curious nature and very few scruples, she’d seen that from the mind invading her own.
When she’d awoken there were restraints on her wrists and ankles and her mother had been sitting by her side. Marie could remember the tone of voice she’d had, as if everything she’d ever known had been taken away from her. Telling her that she was a mutant, that her skin had hurt the doctor and that there were people coming for her. Her mother had said the word ‘people’ in a tone that reminded her of the day they’d taken her old dog to the vet to be put to sleep. Her eyes had met hers then for a moment and she’d known everything she’d had to know. Whoever was coming was going to hurt her and the baby she was carrying, she hadn’t spoken just cried as she’d tried to get out of the restraints. Her struggles making the leather cut deep into her wrists, she’d struggled for what felt like an hour next to her almost comatose mother. It had been when her father had come in and seen his daughter trussed up like a sacrifice to science that she’d finally woken up from her stupor.
He’d unbuckled her, helped her to take the straps from her body pushing her to get out of bed. Her mother had tried to stop him but he’d just held her tight in his grip and pulled her frame around into his angry gaze. The words she’d always remember, still burning in her heart, “She’s our *daughter* Anna! No matter what those people tell us she’s our Marie!” Her mother had tried to get away to call for help but he’d put his hand over her cries, urging her to move, to get out of there. He hadn’t done anything else for her but that, he’d set her free, let her get lost in the vast hospital. Dressed in her own clothes, covered as much as she could be, she’d stolen money from the nurses station in paediatrics and took a taxi home.
Packing everything including her passport she’d high tailed it out of there just as she’d heard the cars coming around the corner. Taking the family credit card had been a bonus, she’d maxed it at the first opportunity at a bank and had posted it back home. She had money, her drivers licence and a child she’d been paid to carry for someone else. Not the greatest start at a new life but one that was better than being somewhere she didn’t want to be.
So here she was sat in a small diner, taking her vitamins, the bottles she’d been given by the hospital, the folic acid, the multi-vitamin and the dreaded iron pill. She’d been diagnosed as anaemic when she’d first been to see if the implantation had taken, the umbilical had been strong on the scan and her body was using resources she didn’t really have in reserve. Hence the vitamins, it was good for the baby her mother had told her so she’d done it for the first four months of her pregnancy and she wasn’t going to stop now. Her hand dropped to the bump under her layers of clothing, remembering what had brought her here, her good intentions, her will to serve something higher than her own needs.
Marjorie and Derek Chalmers, friends of her fathers had been childless for almost all of their marriage, Marjorie would get pregnant but would miscarry at nearly four months every single time. After five attempts the doctors had told her she was incapable of carrying a child to term, it had destroyed them both. Many a night they were at her mothers kitchen table, crying over the unfairness of it all, Derek was a successful businessman, he had a car dealership in three counties. Had money coming out of his whazoo but he couldn’t have a child, not with Marjorie. At first she’d told him to divorce her, trying to ease the burden on him, taking all the blame herself. That he should go find a ‘nice young filly’ and knock her up, that way he’d have a son to give the business to like he always wanted. Derek was a man who most would have thought that he’d have jumped at the chance, but her father and mother had known different. Derek hadn’t been changed by the success because he knew how fickle it could be, one day on the top the next at the bottom, so he’d stuck by her and it had been Marie herself who’d brought up the idea to them all.
It had been part of her Humanities class, the idea of surrogacy and the joy it brought to families who needed their help. Several of her classmates had been dead against it but Marie had been all for it, to bring joy and life into the world even if there were some monetary rewards at the end of it. So she’d broached the subject to her family one night when Derek and Marjorie had been there, the silence that had followed her offer of help had made her wonder if she’d said the right thing but the look of pride in her father’s eyes had sealed the deal. If they said yes she’d do it, her college fund wasn’t anything to write home about and if she did this she could pay her own way and everyone would be a winner, including her mother. She’d have a sort of grandchild in the child she’d given birth to, thing was not everything went as well as you expected.
Especially when she’d tried to contact Derek after she’d run out of the hospital, he’d been calm, frighteningly so on the phone to her. Telling her he’d made an account for her for her trouble but she was never to contact him or his wife again. She’d moved the money as soon as she could, into a small post-office savings account under a different name, her soon to be child’s name, Lewington. She kept the small pocket book in her underwear, packed at the bottom of her things, even if she got robbed of the cash she had she still had the account number to get money transferred to her.
The process had been simple really, she’d taken note of her cycle, following it regularly until she knew her most fertile period. When that had been mapped she’d been taken into the town to the clinic for the implantation, a few uncomfortable moments and she’d been pregnant with what she’d thought had been Derek and Marjorie Chalmers embryo. Only that knowledge had been stripped from her when she’d seen into the doctors mind that had touched her, she was carrying a baby that she was sure of but who’s it was she had no idea. A little like her, lost and alone, unloved and uncared for Marie just finished her routine of breakfast her eyes looking for a way to the next town where she felt safe enough to buy a car.
A pregnant woman travelling alone tended to get attention, she needed a mode of transport that would get her away from trouble and attention faster than she got it. Shaking the bottle she had to get a refill of her vitamins too, she wasn’t going to let her circumstances stop her from fulfilling her duty to the child she was carrying. A solitary tear rolled down her cheek as she stroked her covered belly, “Just you and me kid, no matter what happens out here Ah’m not going to leave you behind. You’re part of me and nothing is evah goin’ to change that ya hear?” Her whisper was lost in the clatter of dishes being stacked and people asking and given their orders over to the staff of the small diner. Marie stayed a little longer as the rain began to fall outside, the sky mirroring her own feelings of loss.
“Where is the subject?” Her hands were playing with her second cigarette of the interview, she’d only been in here for just under a minute. The voice she heard was coming from a two way mirror, she was alone in the room with her smoke, no chance of a passive death in here. Clearing her throat she answered, “We don’t know. She took off after her father released her from her bed, she left the hospital and we lost her.” The silence from the other side of the mirror made her nerves spike, she knew it wasn’t good but she didn’t know how bad it could be, not yet. Tapping out her ash into the small foil tray her nerves prodded her to fill the waiting silence, “We can track her though.” The silence was cut by the sound of the intercom buzzing and a deeper voice asking, “How?”
This voice held a tone that the good doctor recognised, she’d used it herself on interns, it read ‘whatever you’re going to say next may just save you’ and here it was something much more important than a job she’d be saving.
“Her meds, the amount and dosage are very specific, there’s even some trace elements that she needed. Her diet wasn’t as good as it could be and she’ll need to take the vitamins every day of her pregnancy.” The intercom buzzed again as the voice answered.
“She could just buy generic from any drugstore.” The doctor shook her head from side to side, watching her reflection get lost in the cloud of blue tobacco smoke wreathed around her face.
“No she can’t. Every pharmacy has a hospital database on it’s system, a request is given to the hospital who first filled the prescription just in case an error is made. The trace elements we have in her vitamins will be hard to get other than in a pharmacy within the hospital system. We can track her by that.”
Silence filled the room again as the doctor felt the air around her loosen, she’d given them a chance of finding their little experiment of colouring outside the lines. “Does the subject know of her own ties to the child?” She watched her own head shake as she looked in the mirror, when had these lines appeared on her face, when had her eyes looked so sunken and her skin so sallow?
“No she has no idea that it’s her own child, she thought she was impregnated with a donor embryo, not sperm.” Although she’d had a niggling feeling that the girl had taken something from her when she’d touched her, that the pain she’d felt coursing through her body had been accompanied by the plundering of her memories too. She wasn’t going to tell the voices this, if she did she might not walk out of here alive.
Silence returned to the room and her hands shook as she lit yet another cigarette from the embers of the last one, if she managed to get through this nightmare she might have the luxury of dying of lung cancer one day. But right now she was counting the seconds as a bonus on her life, the voice returned and she almost swallowed her tongue when she heard what it had to say.
“I want you out there, get yourself packed your leaving in an hour.” Crushing her cigarette in the tray she stood up smoothing out her coat.
“You want me to find the pharmacy she uses and track her down?”
The voice when it spoke was the original one that had questioned her and he humour in it was obvious to her ears, dark and brittle.
“No, of course not, that’s what field men are for. You’re much too valuable to the program to lose out in the world, we want you to see the donor, get his vitals back up. Turn him into our little breeding bull, you’re coming with us Doctor Howard, the girl will be picked up if it’s as easy as you say it is. Just give our operatives the list of things they should be looking for and they’ll bring her home, safely.”
When she finally saw her reflection again her skin had become like paper, waxy and pale, the cigarettes dangled from her hand and she knew her plans for a long drawn out death by cancer were no longer viable. Leaving them behind on the table she walked out and began making the her will in her head, no-one who’d gone to see the donor had come back and in her heart she knew she wouldn’t either.