RaSta 11 [Pacific Rim, Raleigh/Stacker]
Title: RaSta (working title)
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Pacific Rim
Pairing: Raleigh Becket/Stacker Pentecost
Genre: action, romance, mpreg
Summary: Young Raleigh Becket has a crush on Stacker Pentecost. Shit happens, as it's wont to do.
The medicinal smell came to him first followed by the realization that he was lying on one of the cots in the infirmary. There was the rhythmic beeping of machines to let him know that his heart was still beating, not that he could have been confused about it with the headache he was suffering from.
Raleigh groaned and opened his eyes. "What happened?" he asked the blurred shape that could only be Yancy.
His brother huffed out a relieved breath. "Geez, sprout, you worried the hell out of me."
"Uh oh, you're using the childhood nickname. Did I die?" Raleigh tried to interject some humor into the situation. Then he saw Yancy's expression. "*Did* I die?"
"Not quite, Ranger Becket, though it was a very near thing." Doctor Tara Brown, fondly called "Doc Brown" by everyone in the Shatterdome, appeared at his bedside. She had a clipboard in her hands and didn't hesitate to grasp his wrist to manually check his pulse. "You suffered a failure of your ovarian control gland that resulted in a blockage severe enough that you were well on your way to a fatal case of sepsis."
"What?"
"Basically, the hardware failed and an egg got caught in the chute. We had to remove your contraceptive implant as well as the blockage. There's a possibility that you may have lost some level of fertility, but I'm betting that after some time to heal you're going to be just fine."
"Well. I guess that's good." Raleigh's free hand crept down to feel his stomach. His fingers paused on the lump of bandaging below his belly button and carefully ghosted over it without putting any pressure. "And I'm going to be okay?"
"You're a healthy young man and the incision is a small one. You should be up and around in a couple of hours, though I'm putting my foot down on piloting any Jaegers for at least a week. We wouldn't want your insides to fall out, now would we?"
"Is that a risk?" Raleigh asked.
"No." Doc Brown looked at Yancy. "Now, other Ranger Becket, I expect you to keep a close watch on your brother. I don't want him to exert himself until I give my okay, and that won't be for several days. Sit on him if you have to. Gently."
"I'm right here," Raleigh said. "I can take care of myself."
"Hm. From the reports of your recent workout schedule, I think I'd feel better if your brother acted as your guardian angel. At least until the stitches are out and your hormone levels are somewhat back to normal."
Raleigh grimaced. If there was one thing he hated thinking about it was his hormones and all they entailed. He'd spent years not thinking about his reproductive health. He'd gone out of his way not to think about the hows and whys behind it.
"It'll be all right, Rals," Yancy said. "You'll be back on your feet before you know it."
"Yeah," Raleigh said. He kept himself to one-word answers as Doc Brown checked him over, letting Yancy give the longer answers when necessary. His brother probably knew more about his medical history than he did anyway, as there were so many things that Raleigh had chosen to ignore.
TBC...
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Pacific Rim
Pairing: Raleigh Becket/Stacker Pentecost
Genre: action, romance, mpreg
Summary: Young Raleigh Becket has a crush on Stacker Pentecost. Shit happens, as it's wont to do.
The medicinal smell came to him first followed by the realization that he was lying on one of the cots in the infirmary. There was the rhythmic beeping of machines to let him know that his heart was still beating, not that he could have been confused about it with the headache he was suffering from.
Raleigh groaned and opened his eyes. "What happened?" he asked the blurred shape that could only be Yancy.
His brother huffed out a relieved breath. "Geez, sprout, you worried the hell out of me."
"Uh oh, you're using the childhood nickname. Did I die?" Raleigh tried to interject some humor into the situation. Then he saw Yancy's expression. "*Did* I die?"
"Not quite, Ranger Becket, though it was a very near thing." Doctor Tara Brown, fondly called "Doc Brown" by everyone in the Shatterdome, appeared at his bedside. She had a clipboard in her hands and didn't hesitate to grasp his wrist to manually check his pulse. "You suffered a failure of your ovarian control gland that resulted in a blockage severe enough that you were well on your way to a fatal case of sepsis."
"What?"
"Basically, the hardware failed and an egg got caught in the chute. We had to remove your contraceptive implant as well as the blockage. There's a possibility that you may have lost some level of fertility, but I'm betting that after some time to heal you're going to be just fine."
"Well. I guess that's good." Raleigh's free hand crept down to feel his stomach. His fingers paused on the lump of bandaging below his belly button and carefully ghosted over it without putting any pressure. "And I'm going to be okay?"
"You're a healthy young man and the incision is a small one. You should be up and around in a couple of hours, though I'm putting my foot down on piloting any Jaegers for at least a week. We wouldn't want your insides to fall out, now would we?"
"Is that a risk?" Raleigh asked.
"No." Doc Brown looked at Yancy. "Now, other Ranger Becket, I expect you to keep a close watch on your brother. I don't want him to exert himself until I give my okay, and that won't be for several days. Sit on him if you have to. Gently."
"I'm right here," Raleigh said. "I can take care of myself."
"Hm. From the reports of your recent workout schedule, I think I'd feel better if your brother acted as your guardian angel. At least until the stitches are out and your hormone levels are somewhat back to normal."
Raleigh grimaced. If there was one thing he hated thinking about it was his hormones and all they entailed. He'd spent years not thinking about his reproductive health. He'd gone out of his way not to think about the hows and whys behind it.
"It'll be all right, Rals," Yancy said. "You'll be back on your feet before you know it."
"Yeah," Raleigh said. He kept himself to one-word answers as Doc Brown checked him over, letting Yancy give the longer answers when necessary. His brother probably knew more about his medical history than he did anyway, as there were so many things that Raleigh had chosen to ignore.
TBC...