Gundam 00 mpreg WIP
Very much a work in progress... No beta, not complete... It's very rough at this moment. Still feedback is golden.
When Lockon returned from his mission and found Tieria still asleep in his bed, he couldn’t help but frown. Tieria usually went back to his own quarters early in the morning after one of their rendezvous. The only reason Lockon had been awake before Tieria was because he and Setsuna had been needed for a short mission. Reaching out, he put a hand to Tieria’s bare back. “Tieria? Are you still sleeping?”
The purple-haired man didn’t answer only shivered under his fingers. Fine tremors ran up and down Tieria’s frame.
Shaking him slightly, Lockon allowed his gear to float away before he gently shifted his lover onto his back. “Tieria?”
Once he was on his back, Lockon could see that Tieria was far paler than usual and flushed with fever while his breath was coming in short, almost silent, gasps. When he continued to not respond, Lockon gathered him along with the sheet into his arms and started for the medical bay. The entire way there, Lockon continued to speak to Tieria, trying to get him to wake up.
As the door to the medical bay opened, Lockon focused on the doctor and spoke in a rushed voice. “He’s too warm and he won’t wake up.”
“Put him on the exam table. I know you just got back with Setsuna, but how long do you think he’s been out?” Dr. Moreno said as he floated over to where he began to use the numerous devices to scan the unconscious man.
Lockon shook his head. “I don’t know. He sort of woke up when I got up to leave for the mission, but I didn’t think anything of him going back to sleep after I left… But when I got back and he was still asleep I knew something was wrong.”
The doctor glanced at him for a moment with a little smirk as he confirmed the juiciest bit of gossip on the Ptolemaios. Turning back to his patient, he frowned as he pulled up the hand device attached to the exam bed. “His fever is well beyond normal for him… Let’s see what the cause is…” When he happened to notice Lockon still standing there, Joyce frowned and gestured him out. “Go change out of your flight suit. Also, you stink, so shower while you’re at it.”
Wanting to insist on staying, he realized that he couldn’t do anything by insisting, so Lockon nodded. “I’ll shower and change, then come back.”
“That’s fine, but don’t hurry. I don’t want you under my feet while I work.” Dr. Moreno said as he studied the results coming in to his hand-held.
Lockon left and, against the doctor’s advice, hurried through his clean up. It was less than twenty minutes when he walked back into the medical bay. When he did he saw something that shocked him. An old fashioned IV was hooked up and running a vaguely yellow colored fluid into Tieria’s arm. “What’s this?”
Joyce only half glanced up from where he stood running bacteria screens by hand. “It’s a broad spectrum anti-biotic.”
“I meant why haven’t you put him into the medical capsule? Why go old-school?” Lockon asked he shied away from the hand with the needle in it. Going to the other side, he gently gripped the limp hand.
“The capsule is only effective if you know what to tell it to fix. Right now, all I can tell you is that his body is attempting to fight an infection… one that isn’t registering on any of my scanners. Thus, why I’m running bacteria screens the old fashioned way and treating it the old fashioned way. Until I know what to treat for, I’m having to take a shot in the dark with treatment. Now, sit there and be quiet.” Joyce said as he threw aside another negative screen.
Unused to the doctor being rude, Lockon pulled up a stool and sat quietly because he knew something serious was going on. Gently he began petting Tieria’s hair out of his face, studying his all too silent lover. It was one thing for the purple-haired man to be silent; it was something strange for him to be completely silent unless he was on a mission. He was always moving or sighing or something. Now, Tieria lying silently on the medical bed was scaring Lockon more than he thought a Meister should ever feel.
It seemed like hours later when Dr. Moreno sat back and stared at the results of his general health scan on Tieria. The test took so long he usually never resorted to it unless the situation was dire or, as in this case, unusual. “This can’t be right.” Getting up he went to the drug-locker and pulled out a small vial. With a hypo he injected some of the drug into Tieria’s IV.
“Did you figure out what was wrong?” Lockon asked after he saw that the doctor was just going to watch Tieria for a moment.
Joyce looked at Lockon with a slightly stunned expression before shrugging. “Let me confirm it first… Then we’ll talk.”
Within a couple of minutes Tieria began coming around. With a dark frown he blinked his eyes open and then narrowed them at the bright light above him. “What is going on?”
“You’ve had a high fever for the last four hours at the least. This is going to seem strange, but is there anything unique about your special genetics?” Dr. Moreno asked as he frowned at Tieria. He had thought he had everything about the possible health related information about Tieria.
Turning his head towards the doctor he frowned at the IV in his hand and then stared at Dr. Moreno. “What do you mean?”
The doctor appeared nervous for a moment before looking to Lockon. “Why don’t you step outside for a moment?”
Looking between his lover and the doctor for a moment, Lockon nodded and quickly kissed Tieria. “I’ll be just outside if you need me.”
When the red-head was outside, Tieria turned his attention to the doctor. “Now, what is it you’re referring to?”
“You have a female hormone count well above the normal for a male, and you have a multi-celled mass growing in what appears to be something similar to a female uterus. Were you a female, I would say you are pregnant…” Joyce said, and then waved the vial in his hand. “Also, your symptoms stopped when I gave you an anti-rejection drug. This tells me your body is attempting to get rid of this mass.”
As the doctor spoke, Tieria’s eyes closed and he sighed. “There was an experiment a number of years ago, in an attempt to make a being suited to deep-space missions. Not only was this strain of engineered babies created to survive the rigors of life in space, but the males were also altered to include a special feature. Should there be too few females capable of breeding and too many males, the hormone center in the male’s brain would shift to producing an over-abundance of female hormones, activating a female-like reproductive system… I can only assume that my body registered Miss Sumeragi, Miss Sierra, and Miss Grace as too few females.”
Listening to Tieria speak, Joyce frowned as he went over to his desk and picked up the hand unit for the medical bed. It was no wonder the bed couldn’t find what was wrong. It registered Tieria as male, thus it wasn’t able to pick up a pregnancy. The doctor changed a few setting on the bed and was rewarded with an out-pouring of information confirming a pregnancy. “It would also explain why your body was attempting to reject the fetus. According to this, your body hasn’t been flooded with female hormones. It’s a common enough happening in female pregnancy… Usually though it results in a miscarriage. In your case, I suppose that your body is so set on making up for the breeding deficiency that it won’t let the pregnancy go.”
“That would be the logical conclusion.” Tieria murmured as he kept his eyes closed.
Joyce sat on the stool Lockon had left. “You have two choices: One I can put you into the capsule and have it remove the fetus and pseudo-uterus… Or two, I can give you a large enough dose of female hormones to shock your special system into working correctly.” As he offered the options to his patient, he studied the scans his machines were taking.
Slowly, Tieria opened his eyes and looked at the doctor like he was crazy. “It isn’t as if I can keep it… Remove it… But leave the pseudo-uterus.”
This made the doctor’s eyebrow go up in question before nodding. “I’ll do it, but I have to ask that you tell Lockon first. It is half his responsibility.”
“I will… if you could leave us alone for a couple of moments.” Tieria said as he looked to the door.
Going to the door, Dr. Moreno gestured Lockon back in. “He has something to tell you… I’ll be in the suite with the medical capsule if you need me.” He said as he left the lovers to get the capsule ready for the procedure.
Through the glass wall, Joyce watched Tieria say something. Lockon all but collapsed on the stool and stared at his lover, while the purple-haired man continued to speak. Something he said apparently upset Lockon and the red-head stood back up and all-but yelled.
Back in the main part of the medical bay, Lockon was shaking his head. “You can’t just get rid of it… It’s our baby.”
“Lockon Stratos, I’m a Gundam Meister. I cannot carry a child. If I were to be seriously injured in battle I could die because of my body’s focus on the child. It is easier to get rid of this one… and take preventative measures until such a time that I could safely carry one.” Tieria said he sat up and held the sheet around him. Looking at his lover he shook his head slightly. “It cannot happen now.”
Lockon slumped back onto the stool. “I know… It just doesn’t seem right though. I wish there was something you could do so the baby could grow somewhere safe.”
About to saying something derogatory about Lockon’s wishful thinking, Tieria stopped as his mind supplied information similar to what Lockon had just said. “Get Dr. Moreno now.”
“What’s wrong?” Lockon asked as he stood and got the doctor’s attention through the glass.
When Joyce got back into the medical bay he asked the same thing. “Is there something wrong?”
“Do we have the equipment to make an ‘Ohtori Gestation Devise’?” Tieria asked as he looked around at the medical devises around the room.
Seeing what the younger man was thinking, Dr. Moreno grabbed his inventory and looked it over. “All but… I would just need an independent consistent energy supply. I’m sure Ian’s got something that would work… The only question is; do you feel comfortable doing something this extreme?”
Lockon looked back and forth between them and finally laid a hand on Tieria’s shoulder. “What is this devise you’re talking about? And what’s so extreme about it?”
“If we were to put together this devise, we would be able to remove the child from me and place him or her into it, allowing the child to grow independent of my body.” Tieria answered half of Lockon’s questions and nodded to the doctor. “Please start assembling the things needed.”
“What does this mean for you?” Lockon demanded as he gripped the shoulder his hand had been resting on.
Sighing, Tieria looked at his lover. “It will pull out my uterus as well as the fetus… Even if the fetus should survive to a healthy delivery-date, the uterus would be useless afterward.”
Here, Dr. Moreno stepped in and spoke. “This devise is only used in situations that the mother’s life was in danger and the child was too early to deliver; such as an accident or previous condition… In many instances the child does not survive.”
“It’s an all or nothing kind of thing, huh?” Lockon said as he sat back down and looked Tieria in the eyes.
Tieria nodded a little. “That is essentially correct. Either, we abort this fetus and try again at a more appropriate time; or we make use of this devise and possibly have one child now.”
Sighing, Lockon ran a hand through his hair. “It just doesn’t seem right to get rid of this baby… What if something happens to one of us? What if the time comes and you can’t get pregnant again…”
“These are all things you need to speak about. I suggest that you retreat to your quarters for a few hours of rest and come tell me your decision tomorrow.” Dr. Moreno said as he shifted to give Tieria another shot of the anti-rejection medicine. “That will last until tomorrow afternoon. If you haven’t come to an agreement by then, come back for another shot.”
With a nod, Tieria stood slowly and glared a little when Lockon swept him up into his arms. “I can walk, you know.”
Lockon grinned. “I know… but how often do I get the chance of carrying you?”
“Too often… This is twice in one day.” Tieria said in a grouchy voice.
Laughing, Lockon nodded to the doctor as he carried him out of the medical. “I think that might have been a joke, Tieria. I’m so proud.”
Joyce didn’t get to hear the response, but knew the purple-haired man wouldn’t allow that to go unanswered.
The trip to Lockon’s quarters was silent as both men thought about their options. Once they were both settled on the bed, Tieria tucked in by Lockon, they looked at one another. “I think we can both agree that it can’t be now. Yes?”
Lockon nodded slowly. “Yeah… I can agree with that. But I’m just concerned.”
“Do you think I’m not concerned? We could go through this procedure and then child be born only to lose both of us before he or she is old enough to remember us. Or one of us could die and the one left would be stuck with a living reminder of the other. There are many problems with any of the choices. I could carry this child to term, but because I remained out of the battles you could die… Or our mission could end in failure… We could go through the procedure and the child dies, taking away any chance we would ever have of naturally conceiving more children later… There are just too many ways for this to go wrong.”
Pulling his lover close, Lockon tucked Tieria’s head under his chin. “I agree… But there are ways for this to go right. You could carry the baby and we’d survive anyway, with our mission still winnable. Or we could go through the procedure and have a healthy baby and later on if we wanted more we could have them created in a genetics lab… I can’t promise that we will both live to see the child become an adult, but I can promise that we would love him or her for as long as we were able.”
“Because of your parents and sister you really don’t want to let this baby go, do you?” Tieria asked softly as he, for the first time, allowed his hand to creep down to rest over the area between his pubic line and navel. Below his hand he thought he could feel something new, something that hadn’t been there before.
As if sensing his lover’s thoughts, Lockon’s hand came over Tieria’s. “Maybe it’s just knowing that there’s a baby in there, but it’s like the area is… warmer and softer.”
Tieria nodded slowly. “I believe it is. Before I would have put it off to fever and loss of muscle development, but now… I’m not certain.”
“We should sleep on it. This isn’t something we should make a snap decision about…” Lockon said slowly though it was obvious he didn’t have any idea about what they should do.
With another nod, Tieria shifted away from his lover and went to the bed. “You’ll stay tonight… right?”
Lockon smiled a little and reached out for him. “I will. Now, in to bed, little mother.”
“Call me that again and I will remove your sexual organ, starting with the testicles.”
0-0-0-0
“Daddy; why do you look so sad?” Tieria was startled awake by a voice beside the bed. Sitting up, he stared at the little maroon-haired child looking up at him.
The little boy had straight maroon colored hair and deep red eyes that were bright with curiosity. “Daddy? Why do you look so sad?”
Blinking slowly, Tieria continued to focus on the child. What was going on? Who was this child that called him daddy?
In a voice that only an impatient child could possess, the little boy asked again. “Why are you so sad?”
“Because I don’t know what to do.” Tieria found himself answering before he realized he even planned to.
Biting his lip, the little boy pulled himself onto the bed beside him. “What do you mean?”
Tieria reached out and ran a hand over the little boy’s hair and began to speak again, still without his own permission. “I have a decision to make and I don’t know what to do. If I do this one thing I might break his heart, but if I go the other way I might lose the mission that is so important to me.”
The little boy tilted his head and frowned slightly; obviously thinking very hard. “Well, you need to figure out which one is more important: his heart or your mission. I’m sure you’ll pick the right one, Daddy. You’re smart like that.” Jumping down from the bed, the little boy turned and grinned at him.
Trying to find something to say, he was momentarily distracted by a hand on his shoulder. Tieria looked back and stared at Lockon who was staring at him. Quickly looking back to the little boy he found the room empty and somehow darker.
“Tieria? Are you okay?” Lockon asked as he looked up. He’d heard Tieria mumbling, Lockon had assumed he was talking in his sleep. When he opened his eyes, he’d found his lover sitting up saying something about the mission.
With a little nod, Tieria laid back down. “I’ll be okay… It was just a dream.”
Lockon smiled a little. “A dream that had you sleep-talking. It was very cute.”
“Be quiet.” Tieria settled against Lockon’s side and closed his eyes. “Go back to sleep.”
With a small chuckle Lockon held him close and did as his lover commanded.
0-0-0-0
Lockon stared at the two Tierias standing in front of him. Looking first at the one with the pin-straight hair, then at the one with the curls, he grinned and held out his arms. “Two Tierias makes Neil doubly happy!”
The straight-haired Tieria glared and turned his back with a sniff, while the curly-haired one chuckled softly. “He’s a fascinating one, my little copy.”
Frowning, Lockon dropped his arms and shifted to stand beside the Tieria who had half-way turned back towards the other Tieria. “I don’t know what’s going on, but you’re not Tieria.”
“Of course not… He is he and I am I. We are no more the same than you and Lyle are the same. Though, our identical state is a crafted one; rather than one of nature’s quirks.” The curly-haired Tieria looked at the straight-haired one with a slight smile. “I will be there soon, little copy. I was not to show myself so soon, but not even he can withstand the call of his blood. So I will not even attempt to withstand the call of mine… When the time comes, be ready to receive me, Lockon Stratos.” The last was directed at Lockon before the red-head felt himself waking up.
Sitting up in bed, Lockon looked around and shook his head. “Strange dream…” With a happy sigh, Lockon settled back down beside Tieria and rested a hand over the lower part of his stomach, where their child slept.
0-0-0-0
“I think we should wait… At least until we see how the mission is going.” Tieria said softly as he sat with Lockon in the mess-hall the next morning.
Lockon was a little shocked by this but nodded quickly. “I was thinking the same thing. We don’t have any missions planned right now so it won’t hurt to get the machine ready just in case. Maybe something will come up.”
The purple-haired man frowned a little before nodding. Staring at his breakfast he was about to force himself to continue to eat when a sudden sharp feeling in his stomach. Tieria barely made it to his feet and to the garbage receptacle before he lost what little he’d eaten.
Moving to stand beside him, Lockon moved Tieria hair out of the way while supporting his body. With a glance around the still empty room, Lockon reached up and tapped his communication unit. “Dr. Moreno… could you come to the mess hall.”
“There’s no need. I understand this is quite normal.” Tieria said in a soft voice as he wiped his mouth. “This does not improve my opinion of being this child’s incubation unit.”
This made Lockon chuckle before grabbing a napkin to wipe off Tieria’s face. “I would feel better if the doctor looked at you. And you’re more than just an incubation unit. You’re literally creating life inside of you. Even today, scientists have to take already existing DNA to craft children, they can’t just make it up on their own. I think that’s pretty amazing.”
Just as Tieria rolled his eyes and was about to speak the door came open and Dr. Moreno entered. “What’s the problem?”
“Lockon is an idiot. I vomited and he called you because of it. After I was able to speak, I informed him that this is rather normal.” Tieria said as he sank onto a chair and lifted the water bottle Lockon had been drinking with his breakfast. Rinsing his mouth, he spit into the trashcan again before looking at the doctor. “It was not necessary for him to call you here.”
Dr. Moreno nodded as he lifted his hand scanner. A moment later he smiled. “It isn’t uncommon, but I would like you to come to the medical bay. Another shot of the anti-rejection medicine should help a little. Have you made a decision yet?”
“We have. I want you to give me the hormone treatment. We haven’t decided if I will carry the child or if we will put it into the unit.” Tieria spoke softly as he pressed a hand over his stomach, trying to decide if he was going to vomit again.
“Then we’ll give you the hormones instead. It’ll help a bit, but it’s possible that it will make you more ill for a time. But again, this would be perfectly normal. Come on, let’s go.” Dr. Moreno led them out of the mess hall to the medical bay.
Lockon gripped Tieria’s hand and smiled reassuringly when the doctor injected the hormone boost.
For the most part Tieria had a bland look on his face while he lay still, allowing the hormones to course through his system. When the hormones began to affect him, he flinched slightly as his stomach began to churn. A short time later he was able to relax a little when the sickening feeling finally faded.
“This will be the worst of it I believe. I would suggest going back to your quarters and resting for the day. I’ll inform Miss Sumeragi that you two won’t be up to any type of planning today.” Dr. Moreno gestured for Lockon to carry the ill man.
Nodding, Lockon smiled a thank you at the doctor before gathering Tieria into his arms.
“Three times in two days… This could be a killing offense.” Tieria said against his chest, where his tiny smile couldn’t be seen.
The stern voice made Lockon laugh as he carried his lover away from the medical bay.
0-0-0-0
Sumeragi stared at the two sitting in her office. She rubbed her head and poured herself another drink before asking the same question again. “Tieria is pregnant?”
With a sigh, Tieria nodded again. “Yes, Miss Sumeragi. For the fourth time, I’m expecting a child because of a special genetic quirk incorporated into my DNA. I could go into the details, but I think your alcohol addled mind wouldn’t be able to recall them. I am telling you this because until we know what the mission status is, I will carry the child. When the time comes that I have to return to piloting the Virtue, I will transfer the child to a special unit that Dr. Moreno and Ian are assembling.”
Closing her eyes, Sumeragi’s mind flitted over the changes this could have on the mission and her forecasts. If she could she would ship Tieria off somewhere to have the baby in secret, but no matter how her mind worked through it they needed a pilot for the Virtue. When she opened her eyes, she focused on the two and smiled, hiding away her true feelings. “I guess this means that I lose the bet.”
“Bet?” Lockon asked speaking for the first time since they’d entered the office.
“All of us have taken bets on when and how you two would come out. I don’t think anyone put money on a pregnancy.” Sumeragi rose and went to get another drink after she’d downed the last one. “Okay; for the next couple of months there will be no exercises that Virtue has to participate in. You can take that time to nurture your child… When the time comes for you to reenter the battle, I will give you a two week warning so that you can go through with the procedure and have time to recoup from it.”
Tieria nodded and turned towards the door. “Thank you for your understanding.”
Glancing between his lover and his boss, Lockon shrugged and followed him out.
When the door closed behind them, Sumeragi sighed and allowed her brainless smile to fade. “Damn…”
0-0-0-0
“Miss Sumeragi, we have ship approaching us.” Lichty said as he looked over the readings coming in from the small ship heading directly towards them.
Sumeragi floated into her chair and waited for her team to give her the information she would need to figure out how to proceed.
Just then Tieria and Lockon came in, both focused on the ship.
A beep from the communications station made them turn as Lichty received the order to open the message.
On the screen was the curly-haired Tieria from Lockon’s dream. “You.” He muttered as he shifted closer to his lover.
The rest of the crew simply stared at the look alike, while Tieria grabbed the back of Sumeragi’s chair and steadied himself. His stomach was growing quickly and it threw off his sense of balance. “You are from the same batch.”
“Yes, little copy. And I have come to help you. You really should be careful how much you broadcast that psychic distress call of yours.” The not-Tieria smiled benignly at the rest of them before tilting his head slightly. “Are you going to let me on board or just leave me out here to be stared at?”
Sumeragi looked at Tieria and Lockon before nodding to Lichty and Christina. “Let him on board, but have Allelujah and Setsuna there to escort him.”
Christina and Lichty both gave affirmatives before the not-Tieria blinked off of the screen.
“Are you certain this is wise, Miss Sumeragi?” Tieria asked as he looked at her with a deep frown.
“He knows too much. If he can track us somehow, I want to know how. We need to pick his brain.” Sumeragi said with a dark frown of her own.
Nodding in agreement, Tieria turned to go meet his look alike only to be stopped by his lover. “What?”
Lockon was shaking his head in shock. “You cannot just go into a room with a man who could be our enemy… Not in your condition.”
This made Tieria growl before gesturing him to go first. “I aware of that, but I’m certain they plan on escorting him to one of the rooms we can question him through the window of.”
With a little self-deprecating chuckle, Lockon nodded. “I guess so… Sorry. I’m just a little thrown-off by the fact that a man right out of my dreams is here.”
“What? Do you wish me to curl my hair or something?” Tieria demanded as they floated down the hallway towards the holding rooms that the other pilots would put their ‘guest’ into.
Shaking his head, Lockon wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “No… And I don’t mean ‘man of my dreams’ because that’s you… But I dreamed about that guy. You and he were standing in front of me… I said something crude and you turned away but he looked at me and smiled. He said he was coming… Tieria how accurate do you think the whole psychic distress call thing he said is?”
To this, Tieria shrugged. “I don’t know. I do know that my genetic strain was crafted with some unusual abilities… It wouldn’t be too outlandish of an addition for the scientists to have programmed into us.”
Lockon held him closer, as they came to rest outside of the room their guest had been escorted to. He seemed poised as he floated with his legs crossed at the ankles. Glancing up, he smiled. “My little copy, you are looking well. I see that your offspring is growing as it should.”
“Who are you?” Tieria stared at the curly-haired version of himself.
“Regene Regetta, at your service. I have come to help you until your infant is born… After all, of all of our kind, you are the first to have this special skill activated. To be honest all of us are waiting with bated breath, to see how healthy this first born of the first space generation.” Regene said as he shifted, causing him to float closer to the window they were looking in.
Eyes narrow, Tieria couldn’t help the hand that went to his stomach. “So, I’m a person of interest to others like us. Why then, do you wish to help me? Why not just kidnap me and keep me in a laboratory somewhere? It would be the more logical approach.”
Sighing, Regene stared at the younger copy. “Because you must be kept happy in order to be healthy. The only way that is going to happen is if your little mission of world peace is accomplished… There is a much larger issue behind Celestial Being… and it doesn’t hurt that by helping you I’m pissing him off.”
“Him? Him who?” Lockon asked, breaking into the conversation for the first time.
Regene shrugged. “That will come at a later time… For now it should be enough that I will take your place as a Meister. My genetic code is the closest to yours of all of ours, so your Gundam should be usable for me.” Sighing, he propped his chin on a hand. “I was not made to be a fighter, not like you were… But I can if I must.”
“If it’s such a strain on you, you can stay in there for a while.” Tieria growled as he started to turn and leave.
“Oh, don’t be that way, little copy. I’m doing this for the next generation.” Regene said with a smirk. “Seeing you ripen so, almost makes me wish to try it myself… But we shall see exactly how this works before I ever dare attempt.”
Lockon frowned. “So the rest of you are watching to see what happens to him… like some sort of lab-rat.”
This made Regene smile a little more widely. “Well, at least you picked one that had more than beauty to breed with… I am surprised though, he’s so very… human.” Regene said the word ‘human’ as if it were a lesser being of some type and was awed by Tieria’s bravery to breed with him.
Before Tieria or Lockon could let go of their angry replies, Setsuna floated towards them with Allelujah right behind. “We’re going to… chat with him. I would suggest taking yourself to another section of the ship… You vomit too much.” Setsuna had been giving Tieria wide berth since the purple-haired man had accidently puked on him in a hallway.
With one last glare at the not-Tieria, Lockon and Tieria floated down the hallway, but not before Regene called out to them. “I would like a health report on the infant, if you don’t mind?”
“Suck shit and die.” Tieria muttered then blushed and punched Lockon on the arm. “Your fault for the damn hormones.”
Lockon couldn’t help but snort out a short laugh before rubbing the place he’d been punched. He’d received so much enjoyment from Tieria being pregnant. Those little snide thoughts that the purple-haired man had always kept to himself, were now sneaking out.
0-0-0-0
“And how are we today?” Regene asked as he floated towards his copy. After interrogating him for a week, they had decided to keep him aboard because of the amount of knowledge he had gleaned from his genetic copy’s mind. For a week they had kept him locked away, but then Miss Sumeragi decided to let him roam the ship with the cameras watching his every move, probably in the hopes of catching him doing something he shouldn’t.
Tieria glared as he attempted to perform one of his mid-air turns, only to set himself to spinning. “Damn.”
Reaching out, Regene took Tieria’s hands and stopped the spin. “I take it you’re feeling more off-balance than usual?”
This earned him a hiss and a glare before Tieria shifted away from him. “My condition is of no concern of yours.”
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When Lockon returned from his mission and found Tieria still asleep in his bed, he couldn’t help but frown. Tieria usually went back to his own quarters early in the morning after one of their rendezvous. The only reason Lockon had been awake before Tieria was because he and Setsuna had been needed for a short mission. Reaching out, he put a hand to Tieria’s bare back. “Tieria? Are you still sleeping?”
The purple-haired man didn’t answer only shivered under his fingers. Fine tremors ran up and down Tieria’s frame.
Shaking him slightly, Lockon allowed his gear to float away before he gently shifted his lover onto his back. “Tieria?”
Once he was on his back, Lockon could see that Tieria was far paler than usual and flushed with fever while his breath was coming in short, almost silent, gasps. When he continued to not respond, Lockon gathered him along with the sheet into his arms and started for the medical bay. The entire way there, Lockon continued to speak to Tieria, trying to get him to wake up.
As the door to the medical bay opened, Lockon focused on the doctor and spoke in a rushed voice. “He’s too warm and he won’t wake up.”
“Put him on the exam table. I know you just got back with Setsuna, but how long do you think he’s been out?” Dr. Moreno said as he floated over to where he began to use the numerous devices to scan the unconscious man.
Lockon shook his head. “I don’t know. He sort of woke up when I got up to leave for the mission, but I didn’t think anything of him going back to sleep after I left… But when I got back and he was still asleep I knew something was wrong.”
The doctor glanced at him for a moment with a little smirk as he confirmed the juiciest bit of gossip on the Ptolemaios. Turning back to his patient, he frowned as he pulled up the hand device attached to the exam bed. “His fever is well beyond normal for him… Let’s see what the cause is…” When he happened to notice Lockon still standing there, Joyce frowned and gestured him out. “Go change out of your flight suit. Also, you stink, so shower while you’re at it.”
Wanting to insist on staying, he realized that he couldn’t do anything by insisting, so Lockon nodded. “I’ll shower and change, then come back.”
“That’s fine, but don’t hurry. I don’t want you under my feet while I work.” Dr. Moreno said as he studied the results coming in to his hand-held.
Lockon left and, against the doctor’s advice, hurried through his clean up. It was less than twenty minutes when he walked back into the medical bay. When he did he saw something that shocked him. An old fashioned IV was hooked up and running a vaguely yellow colored fluid into Tieria’s arm. “What’s this?”
Joyce only half glanced up from where he stood running bacteria screens by hand. “It’s a broad spectrum anti-biotic.”
“I meant why haven’t you put him into the medical capsule? Why go old-school?” Lockon asked he shied away from the hand with the needle in it. Going to the other side, he gently gripped the limp hand.
“The capsule is only effective if you know what to tell it to fix. Right now, all I can tell you is that his body is attempting to fight an infection… one that isn’t registering on any of my scanners. Thus, why I’m running bacteria screens the old fashioned way and treating it the old fashioned way. Until I know what to treat for, I’m having to take a shot in the dark with treatment. Now, sit there and be quiet.” Joyce said as he threw aside another negative screen.
Unused to the doctor being rude, Lockon pulled up a stool and sat quietly because he knew something serious was going on. Gently he began petting Tieria’s hair out of his face, studying his all too silent lover. It was one thing for the purple-haired man to be silent; it was something strange for him to be completely silent unless he was on a mission. He was always moving or sighing or something. Now, Tieria lying silently on the medical bed was scaring Lockon more than he thought a Meister should ever feel.
It seemed like hours later when Dr. Moreno sat back and stared at the results of his general health scan on Tieria. The test took so long he usually never resorted to it unless the situation was dire or, as in this case, unusual. “This can’t be right.” Getting up he went to the drug-locker and pulled out a small vial. With a hypo he injected some of the drug into Tieria’s IV.
“Did you figure out what was wrong?” Lockon asked after he saw that the doctor was just going to watch Tieria for a moment.
Joyce looked at Lockon with a slightly stunned expression before shrugging. “Let me confirm it first… Then we’ll talk.”
Within a couple of minutes Tieria began coming around. With a dark frown he blinked his eyes open and then narrowed them at the bright light above him. “What is going on?”
“You’ve had a high fever for the last four hours at the least. This is going to seem strange, but is there anything unique about your special genetics?” Dr. Moreno asked as he frowned at Tieria. He had thought he had everything about the possible health related information about Tieria.
Turning his head towards the doctor he frowned at the IV in his hand and then stared at Dr. Moreno. “What do you mean?”
The doctor appeared nervous for a moment before looking to Lockon. “Why don’t you step outside for a moment?”
Looking between his lover and the doctor for a moment, Lockon nodded and quickly kissed Tieria. “I’ll be just outside if you need me.”
When the red-head was outside, Tieria turned his attention to the doctor. “Now, what is it you’re referring to?”
“You have a female hormone count well above the normal for a male, and you have a multi-celled mass growing in what appears to be something similar to a female uterus. Were you a female, I would say you are pregnant…” Joyce said, and then waved the vial in his hand. “Also, your symptoms stopped when I gave you an anti-rejection drug. This tells me your body is attempting to get rid of this mass.”
As the doctor spoke, Tieria’s eyes closed and he sighed. “There was an experiment a number of years ago, in an attempt to make a being suited to deep-space missions. Not only was this strain of engineered babies created to survive the rigors of life in space, but the males were also altered to include a special feature. Should there be too few females capable of breeding and too many males, the hormone center in the male’s brain would shift to producing an over-abundance of female hormones, activating a female-like reproductive system… I can only assume that my body registered Miss Sumeragi, Miss Sierra, and Miss Grace as too few females.”
Listening to Tieria speak, Joyce frowned as he went over to his desk and picked up the hand unit for the medical bed. It was no wonder the bed couldn’t find what was wrong. It registered Tieria as male, thus it wasn’t able to pick up a pregnancy. The doctor changed a few setting on the bed and was rewarded with an out-pouring of information confirming a pregnancy. “It would also explain why your body was attempting to reject the fetus. According to this, your body hasn’t been flooded with female hormones. It’s a common enough happening in female pregnancy… Usually though it results in a miscarriage. In your case, I suppose that your body is so set on making up for the breeding deficiency that it won’t let the pregnancy go.”
“That would be the logical conclusion.” Tieria murmured as he kept his eyes closed.
Joyce sat on the stool Lockon had left. “You have two choices: One I can put you into the capsule and have it remove the fetus and pseudo-uterus… Or two, I can give you a large enough dose of female hormones to shock your special system into working correctly.” As he offered the options to his patient, he studied the scans his machines were taking.
Slowly, Tieria opened his eyes and looked at the doctor like he was crazy. “It isn’t as if I can keep it… Remove it… But leave the pseudo-uterus.”
This made the doctor’s eyebrow go up in question before nodding. “I’ll do it, but I have to ask that you tell Lockon first. It is half his responsibility.”
“I will… if you could leave us alone for a couple of moments.” Tieria said as he looked to the door.
Going to the door, Dr. Moreno gestured Lockon back in. “He has something to tell you… I’ll be in the suite with the medical capsule if you need me.” He said as he left the lovers to get the capsule ready for the procedure.
Through the glass wall, Joyce watched Tieria say something. Lockon all but collapsed on the stool and stared at his lover, while the purple-haired man continued to speak. Something he said apparently upset Lockon and the red-head stood back up and all-but yelled.
Back in the main part of the medical bay, Lockon was shaking his head. “You can’t just get rid of it… It’s our baby.”
“Lockon Stratos, I’m a Gundam Meister. I cannot carry a child. If I were to be seriously injured in battle I could die because of my body’s focus on the child. It is easier to get rid of this one… and take preventative measures until such a time that I could safely carry one.” Tieria said he sat up and held the sheet around him. Looking at his lover he shook his head slightly. “It cannot happen now.”
Lockon slumped back onto the stool. “I know… It just doesn’t seem right though. I wish there was something you could do so the baby could grow somewhere safe.”
About to saying something derogatory about Lockon’s wishful thinking, Tieria stopped as his mind supplied information similar to what Lockon had just said. “Get Dr. Moreno now.”
“What’s wrong?” Lockon asked as he stood and got the doctor’s attention through the glass.
When Joyce got back into the medical bay he asked the same thing. “Is there something wrong?”
“Do we have the equipment to make an ‘Ohtori Gestation Devise’?” Tieria asked as he looked around at the medical devises around the room.
Seeing what the younger man was thinking, Dr. Moreno grabbed his inventory and looked it over. “All but… I would just need an independent consistent energy supply. I’m sure Ian’s got something that would work… The only question is; do you feel comfortable doing something this extreme?”
Lockon looked back and forth between them and finally laid a hand on Tieria’s shoulder. “What is this devise you’re talking about? And what’s so extreme about it?”
“If we were to put together this devise, we would be able to remove the child from me and place him or her into it, allowing the child to grow independent of my body.” Tieria answered half of Lockon’s questions and nodded to the doctor. “Please start assembling the things needed.”
“What does this mean for you?” Lockon demanded as he gripped the shoulder his hand had been resting on.
Sighing, Tieria looked at his lover. “It will pull out my uterus as well as the fetus… Even if the fetus should survive to a healthy delivery-date, the uterus would be useless afterward.”
Here, Dr. Moreno stepped in and spoke. “This devise is only used in situations that the mother’s life was in danger and the child was too early to deliver; such as an accident or previous condition… In many instances the child does not survive.”
“It’s an all or nothing kind of thing, huh?” Lockon said as he sat back down and looked Tieria in the eyes.
Tieria nodded a little. “That is essentially correct. Either, we abort this fetus and try again at a more appropriate time; or we make use of this devise and possibly have one child now.”
Sighing, Lockon ran a hand through his hair. “It just doesn’t seem right to get rid of this baby… What if something happens to one of us? What if the time comes and you can’t get pregnant again…”
“These are all things you need to speak about. I suggest that you retreat to your quarters for a few hours of rest and come tell me your decision tomorrow.” Dr. Moreno said as he shifted to give Tieria another shot of the anti-rejection medicine. “That will last until tomorrow afternoon. If you haven’t come to an agreement by then, come back for another shot.”
With a nod, Tieria stood slowly and glared a little when Lockon swept him up into his arms. “I can walk, you know.”
Lockon grinned. “I know… but how often do I get the chance of carrying you?”
“Too often… This is twice in one day.” Tieria said in a grouchy voice.
Laughing, Lockon nodded to the doctor as he carried him out of the medical. “I think that might have been a joke, Tieria. I’m so proud.”
Joyce didn’t get to hear the response, but knew the purple-haired man wouldn’t allow that to go unanswered.
The trip to Lockon’s quarters was silent as both men thought about their options. Once they were both settled on the bed, Tieria tucked in by Lockon, they looked at one another. “I think we can both agree that it can’t be now. Yes?”
Lockon nodded slowly. “Yeah… I can agree with that. But I’m just concerned.”
“Do you think I’m not concerned? We could go through this procedure and then child be born only to lose both of us before he or she is old enough to remember us. Or one of us could die and the one left would be stuck with a living reminder of the other. There are many problems with any of the choices. I could carry this child to term, but because I remained out of the battles you could die… Or our mission could end in failure… We could go through the procedure and the child dies, taking away any chance we would ever have of naturally conceiving more children later… There are just too many ways for this to go wrong.”
Pulling his lover close, Lockon tucked Tieria’s head under his chin. “I agree… But there are ways for this to go right. You could carry the baby and we’d survive anyway, with our mission still winnable. Or we could go through the procedure and have a healthy baby and later on if we wanted more we could have them created in a genetics lab… I can’t promise that we will both live to see the child become an adult, but I can promise that we would love him or her for as long as we were able.”
“Because of your parents and sister you really don’t want to let this baby go, do you?” Tieria asked softly as he, for the first time, allowed his hand to creep down to rest over the area between his pubic line and navel. Below his hand he thought he could feel something new, something that hadn’t been there before.
As if sensing his lover’s thoughts, Lockon’s hand came over Tieria’s. “Maybe it’s just knowing that there’s a baby in there, but it’s like the area is… warmer and softer.”
Tieria nodded slowly. “I believe it is. Before I would have put it off to fever and loss of muscle development, but now… I’m not certain.”
“We should sleep on it. This isn’t something we should make a snap decision about…” Lockon said slowly though it was obvious he didn’t have any idea about what they should do.
With another nod, Tieria shifted away from his lover and went to the bed. “You’ll stay tonight… right?”
Lockon smiled a little and reached out for him. “I will. Now, in to bed, little mother.”
“Call me that again and I will remove your sexual organ, starting with the testicles.”
0-0-0-0
“Daddy; why do you look so sad?” Tieria was startled awake by a voice beside the bed. Sitting up, he stared at the little maroon-haired child looking up at him.
The little boy had straight maroon colored hair and deep red eyes that were bright with curiosity. “Daddy? Why do you look so sad?”
Blinking slowly, Tieria continued to focus on the child. What was going on? Who was this child that called him daddy?
In a voice that only an impatient child could possess, the little boy asked again. “Why are you so sad?”
“Because I don’t know what to do.” Tieria found himself answering before he realized he even planned to.
Biting his lip, the little boy pulled himself onto the bed beside him. “What do you mean?”
Tieria reached out and ran a hand over the little boy’s hair and began to speak again, still without his own permission. “I have a decision to make and I don’t know what to do. If I do this one thing I might break his heart, but if I go the other way I might lose the mission that is so important to me.”
The little boy tilted his head and frowned slightly; obviously thinking very hard. “Well, you need to figure out which one is more important: his heart or your mission. I’m sure you’ll pick the right one, Daddy. You’re smart like that.” Jumping down from the bed, the little boy turned and grinned at him.
Trying to find something to say, he was momentarily distracted by a hand on his shoulder. Tieria looked back and stared at Lockon who was staring at him. Quickly looking back to the little boy he found the room empty and somehow darker.
“Tieria? Are you okay?” Lockon asked as he looked up. He’d heard Tieria mumbling, Lockon had assumed he was talking in his sleep. When he opened his eyes, he’d found his lover sitting up saying something about the mission.
With a little nod, Tieria laid back down. “I’ll be okay… It was just a dream.”
Lockon smiled a little. “A dream that had you sleep-talking. It was very cute.”
“Be quiet.” Tieria settled against Lockon’s side and closed his eyes. “Go back to sleep.”
With a small chuckle Lockon held him close and did as his lover commanded.
0-0-0-0
Lockon stared at the two Tierias standing in front of him. Looking first at the one with the pin-straight hair, then at the one with the curls, he grinned and held out his arms. “Two Tierias makes Neil doubly happy!”
The straight-haired Tieria glared and turned his back with a sniff, while the curly-haired one chuckled softly. “He’s a fascinating one, my little copy.”
Frowning, Lockon dropped his arms and shifted to stand beside the Tieria who had half-way turned back towards the other Tieria. “I don’t know what’s going on, but you’re not Tieria.”
“Of course not… He is he and I am I. We are no more the same than you and Lyle are the same. Though, our identical state is a crafted one; rather than one of nature’s quirks.” The curly-haired Tieria looked at the straight-haired one with a slight smile. “I will be there soon, little copy. I was not to show myself so soon, but not even he can withstand the call of his blood. So I will not even attempt to withstand the call of mine… When the time comes, be ready to receive me, Lockon Stratos.” The last was directed at Lockon before the red-head felt himself waking up.
Sitting up in bed, Lockon looked around and shook his head. “Strange dream…” With a happy sigh, Lockon settled back down beside Tieria and rested a hand over the lower part of his stomach, where their child slept.
0-0-0-0
“I think we should wait… At least until we see how the mission is going.” Tieria said softly as he sat with Lockon in the mess-hall the next morning.
Lockon was a little shocked by this but nodded quickly. “I was thinking the same thing. We don’t have any missions planned right now so it won’t hurt to get the machine ready just in case. Maybe something will come up.”
The purple-haired man frowned a little before nodding. Staring at his breakfast he was about to force himself to continue to eat when a sudden sharp feeling in his stomach. Tieria barely made it to his feet and to the garbage receptacle before he lost what little he’d eaten.
Moving to stand beside him, Lockon moved Tieria hair out of the way while supporting his body. With a glance around the still empty room, Lockon reached up and tapped his communication unit. “Dr. Moreno… could you come to the mess hall.”
“There’s no need. I understand this is quite normal.” Tieria said in a soft voice as he wiped his mouth. “This does not improve my opinion of being this child’s incubation unit.”
This made Lockon chuckle before grabbing a napkin to wipe off Tieria’s face. “I would feel better if the doctor looked at you. And you’re more than just an incubation unit. You’re literally creating life inside of you. Even today, scientists have to take already existing DNA to craft children, they can’t just make it up on their own. I think that’s pretty amazing.”
Just as Tieria rolled his eyes and was about to speak the door came open and Dr. Moreno entered. “What’s the problem?”
“Lockon is an idiot. I vomited and he called you because of it. After I was able to speak, I informed him that this is rather normal.” Tieria said as he sank onto a chair and lifted the water bottle Lockon had been drinking with his breakfast. Rinsing his mouth, he spit into the trashcan again before looking at the doctor. “It was not necessary for him to call you here.”
Dr. Moreno nodded as he lifted his hand scanner. A moment later he smiled. “It isn’t uncommon, but I would like you to come to the medical bay. Another shot of the anti-rejection medicine should help a little. Have you made a decision yet?”
“We have. I want you to give me the hormone treatment. We haven’t decided if I will carry the child or if we will put it into the unit.” Tieria spoke softly as he pressed a hand over his stomach, trying to decide if he was going to vomit again.
“Then we’ll give you the hormones instead. It’ll help a bit, but it’s possible that it will make you more ill for a time. But again, this would be perfectly normal. Come on, let’s go.” Dr. Moreno led them out of the mess hall to the medical bay.
Lockon gripped Tieria’s hand and smiled reassuringly when the doctor injected the hormone boost.
For the most part Tieria had a bland look on his face while he lay still, allowing the hormones to course through his system. When the hormones began to affect him, he flinched slightly as his stomach began to churn. A short time later he was able to relax a little when the sickening feeling finally faded.
“This will be the worst of it I believe. I would suggest going back to your quarters and resting for the day. I’ll inform Miss Sumeragi that you two won’t be up to any type of planning today.” Dr. Moreno gestured for Lockon to carry the ill man.
Nodding, Lockon smiled a thank you at the doctor before gathering Tieria into his arms.
“Three times in two days… This could be a killing offense.” Tieria said against his chest, where his tiny smile couldn’t be seen.
The stern voice made Lockon laugh as he carried his lover away from the medical bay.
0-0-0-0
Sumeragi stared at the two sitting in her office. She rubbed her head and poured herself another drink before asking the same question again. “Tieria is pregnant?”
With a sigh, Tieria nodded again. “Yes, Miss Sumeragi. For the fourth time, I’m expecting a child because of a special genetic quirk incorporated into my DNA. I could go into the details, but I think your alcohol addled mind wouldn’t be able to recall them. I am telling you this because until we know what the mission status is, I will carry the child. When the time comes that I have to return to piloting the Virtue, I will transfer the child to a special unit that Dr. Moreno and Ian are assembling.”
Closing her eyes, Sumeragi’s mind flitted over the changes this could have on the mission and her forecasts. If she could she would ship Tieria off somewhere to have the baby in secret, but no matter how her mind worked through it they needed a pilot for the Virtue. When she opened her eyes, she focused on the two and smiled, hiding away her true feelings. “I guess this means that I lose the bet.”
“Bet?” Lockon asked speaking for the first time since they’d entered the office.
“All of us have taken bets on when and how you two would come out. I don’t think anyone put money on a pregnancy.” Sumeragi rose and went to get another drink after she’d downed the last one. “Okay; for the next couple of months there will be no exercises that Virtue has to participate in. You can take that time to nurture your child… When the time comes for you to reenter the battle, I will give you a two week warning so that you can go through with the procedure and have time to recoup from it.”
Tieria nodded and turned towards the door. “Thank you for your understanding.”
Glancing between his lover and his boss, Lockon shrugged and followed him out.
When the door closed behind them, Sumeragi sighed and allowed her brainless smile to fade. “Damn…”
0-0-0-0
“Miss Sumeragi, we have ship approaching us.” Lichty said as he looked over the readings coming in from the small ship heading directly towards them.
Sumeragi floated into her chair and waited for her team to give her the information she would need to figure out how to proceed.
Just then Tieria and Lockon came in, both focused on the ship.
A beep from the communications station made them turn as Lichty received the order to open the message.
On the screen was the curly-haired Tieria from Lockon’s dream. “You.” He muttered as he shifted closer to his lover.
The rest of the crew simply stared at the look alike, while Tieria grabbed the back of Sumeragi’s chair and steadied himself. His stomach was growing quickly and it threw off his sense of balance. “You are from the same batch.”
“Yes, little copy. And I have come to help you. You really should be careful how much you broadcast that psychic distress call of yours.” The not-Tieria smiled benignly at the rest of them before tilting his head slightly. “Are you going to let me on board or just leave me out here to be stared at?”
Sumeragi looked at Tieria and Lockon before nodding to Lichty and Christina. “Let him on board, but have Allelujah and Setsuna there to escort him.”
Christina and Lichty both gave affirmatives before the not-Tieria blinked off of the screen.
“Are you certain this is wise, Miss Sumeragi?” Tieria asked as he looked at her with a deep frown.
“He knows too much. If he can track us somehow, I want to know how. We need to pick his brain.” Sumeragi said with a dark frown of her own.
Nodding in agreement, Tieria turned to go meet his look alike only to be stopped by his lover. “What?”
Lockon was shaking his head in shock. “You cannot just go into a room with a man who could be our enemy… Not in your condition.”
This made Tieria growl before gesturing him to go first. “I aware of that, but I’m certain they plan on escorting him to one of the rooms we can question him through the window of.”
With a little self-deprecating chuckle, Lockon nodded. “I guess so… Sorry. I’m just a little thrown-off by the fact that a man right out of my dreams is here.”
“What? Do you wish me to curl my hair or something?” Tieria demanded as they floated down the hallway towards the holding rooms that the other pilots would put their ‘guest’ into.
Shaking his head, Lockon wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “No… And I don’t mean ‘man of my dreams’ because that’s you… But I dreamed about that guy. You and he were standing in front of me… I said something crude and you turned away but he looked at me and smiled. He said he was coming… Tieria how accurate do you think the whole psychic distress call thing he said is?”
To this, Tieria shrugged. “I don’t know. I do know that my genetic strain was crafted with some unusual abilities… It wouldn’t be too outlandish of an addition for the scientists to have programmed into us.”
Lockon held him closer, as they came to rest outside of the room their guest had been escorted to. He seemed poised as he floated with his legs crossed at the ankles. Glancing up, he smiled. “My little copy, you are looking well. I see that your offspring is growing as it should.”
“Who are you?” Tieria stared at the curly-haired version of himself.
“Regene Regetta, at your service. I have come to help you until your infant is born… After all, of all of our kind, you are the first to have this special skill activated. To be honest all of us are waiting with bated breath, to see how healthy this first born of the first space generation.” Regene said as he shifted, causing him to float closer to the window they were looking in.
Eyes narrow, Tieria couldn’t help the hand that went to his stomach. “So, I’m a person of interest to others like us. Why then, do you wish to help me? Why not just kidnap me and keep me in a laboratory somewhere? It would be the more logical approach.”
Sighing, Regene stared at the younger copy. “Because you must be kept happy in order to be healthy. The only way that is going to happen is if your little mission of world peace is accomplished… There is a much larger issue behind Celestial Being… and it doesn’t hurt that by helping you I’m pissing him off.”
“Him? Him who?” Lockon asked, breaking into the conversation for the first time.
Regene shrugged. “That will come at a later time… For now it should be enough that I will take your place as a Meister. My genetic code is the closest to yours of all of ours, so your Gundam should be usable for me.” Sighing, he propped his chin on a hand. “I was not made to be a fighter, not like you were… But I can if I must.”
“If it’s such a strain on you, you can stay in there for a while.” Tieria growled as he started to turn and leave.
“Oh, don’t be that way, little copy. I’m doing this for the next generation.” Regene said with a smirk. “Seeing you ripen so, almost makes me wish to try it myself… But we shall see exactly how this works before I ever dare attempt.”
Lockon frowned. “So the rest of you are watching to see what happens to him… like some sort of lab-rat.”
This made Regene smile a little more widely. “Well, at least you picked one that had more than beauty to breed with… I am surprised though, he’s so very… human.” Regene said the word ‘human’ as if it were a lesser being of some type and was awed by Tieria’s bravery to breed with him.
Before Tieria or Lockon could let go of their angry replies, Setsuna floated towards them with Allelujah right behind. “We’re going to… chat with him. I would suggest taking yourself to another section of the ship… You vomit too much.” Setsuna had been giving Tieria wide berth since the purple-haired man had accidently puked on him in a hallway.
With one last glare at the not-Tieria, Lockon and Tieria floated down the hallway, but not before Regene called out to them. “I would like a health report on the infant, if you don’t mind?”
“Suck shit and die.” Tieria muttered then blushed and punched Lockon on the arm. “Your fault for the damn hormones.”
Lockon couldn’t help but snort out a short laugh before rubbing the place he’d been punched. He’d received so much enjoyment from Tieria being pregnant. Those little snide thoughts that the purple-haired man had always kept to himself, were now sneaking out.
0-0-0-0
“And how are we today?” Regene asked as he floated towards his copy. After interrogating him for a week, they had decided to keep him aboard because of the amount of knowledge he had gleaned from his genetic copy’s mind. For a week they had kept him locked away, but then Miss Sumeragi decided to let him roam the ship with the cameras watching his every move, probably in the hopes of catching him doing something he shouldn’t.
Tieria glared as he attempted to perform one of his mid-air turns, only to set himself to spinning. “Damn.”
Reaching out, Regene took Tieria’s hands and stopped the spin. “I take it you’re feeling more off-balance than usual?”
This earned him a hiss and a glare before Tieria shifted away from him. “My condition is of no concern of yours.”
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