We've Got One Chance - Chapter 2
Title: We've Got One Chance
Chapter: 2/?
Rating: PG
Pairing: Treckgabe
Summary: William has been feeling off lately. Morning sickness is never fun.
Warning: mpreg
Disclaimer: This is fictional.
Author Note: This takes place in a world where mpreg isn't abnormal.
“I am not pregnant!” William shot back at Gabe. He tried to make himself sound intimidating so that they’d stop with all the talk about his illness, but his voice ended up with a whiny tone instead. It was difficult enough for William Beckett to seem intimidating considering his girlish figure, and the fact that he was still curled up on the bathroom floor only made him appear fragile. Still, he wished Travis and Gabe would shut up and go away for a while. All the chatting and accusations were making his head hurt and a dull ache crept into his chest at the thought of what Gabe was suggesting.
“But Travie said…” Gabe began, but was quickly cut off by Travis himself.
“I didn’t say he was,” Travis amended, not willing to have Gabe shift the blame of the sudden outburst onto him even if he had been the one to put the idea in Gabe’s mind, “I’m just saying its seems an awful lot like it.”
“See,” Gabe responded almost triumphantly as Travis reaffirmed what he had yelled out the moment prior.
William glared. “I don’t suggest you’re pregnant every time you start throwing up in the morning.” His tone of voice was getting more and more frantic mixed with anger which was never a good combination.
“Because when I’m praying to the porcelain god its cause I’ve had too much to drink.” Gabe thought that was an excellent and reasonable come back, but sometimes he failed to understand the inner workings of William Beckett’s mind. Not that most would blame him. They might all three be men, but if there was to be declared a token girl in their strange relationship then hands down it was Bill. And men will never understand women, they just can’t.
“Which is all the time,” William answered, “Like an alcoholic.”
“I don’t get you girls,” Gabe said, throwing his hands up in exasperation, “What do you want me to say?”
“I am not a girl!”
Travis could tell William was working himself up way too much, and although he agreed Bill’s response to Gabe’s earlier exclamation was an overreaction he wasn’t about to share his opinion with the class. Unlike poor Gabe, Travis had the common sense not to go about making things worse and pissing people off. Not that he pitied Gabe all too much since Gabe did possess the charm to wiggle his way out of tough situations given enough time.
“Whoa, back up you two,” Travis intervened before Gabe could open his mouth again, “Whenever you two get like this it’s all of five minutes before you’re all over each other with the groping and fondling, and I don’t wanna see that since I doubt Bill has even brushed his teeth.”
“I would make out with Bill any time.”
It was a matter of fact statement that Gabe said with a straight face, and Travis knew he was telling the truth. Glancing over at Bill, Travis took note of the younger boy’s small smile that he was trying and failing to hide and knew that the war had been averted for another day at least. That sort of scene was repeated in many different situations, and Travis had grown used to handling the two of them and their lover’s spats. In the end it was Travis that kept them all grounded.
“Now if you’re both done talking about me while I’m sitting right here, I’d like to shower,” William was struggling to keep the smile off his voice, but he couldn’t keep it out of his demeanor which Travis noted and declared inner success.
“Can I join?”
Travis shook his head at Gabe, grabbing him by the ear and tugging him out of the bathroom. “I’ll make sure Gabe here gives you some privacy.”
“What’s wrong with communal shower?” Gabe asked after the bathroom door was closed, “It conserves water. I thought you were all about being green.”
Travis couldn’t help but chuckle at that, but continued to lead Gabe away from the bathroom as the muffled sound of the shower being turned on could be heard. “It’s early,” he sighed, having almost forgotten for a minute amidst the arguing what time it was and the fact that on a typical day he’d still be sleeping, “Why don’t you go back to sleep.”
Thankfully with Gabe one rarely has to argue over things like that. Obediently, Gabe crawled back into their bed and pulled the blankets over himself. There was silence for all of a moment. “Do you really think it’s true?”
“Hmm?” Travis answered, feeling his mind begin to slow down again as the familiar ache in his limbs returned, “Whatcha talking about?”
“That he’s preggers.”
At that reminder Travis wondered how that had managed to slip his mind. So drawn into fixing the fight, he’d overlooked what the fight had started over in the first place. He twisted his lips, deep in thought for a minute as he considered the possibilities. “I dunno, man. Maybe.”
Gabe appeared in deep thought, staring at the ceiling as if it would give him answers. He was too many years old now, enough that he would claim to forget the number, and people would tell him to start acting his age. He never would though, he was the tallest toddler anyone knew and people accepted that fact eventually. It had never been his attention to grow up, he found the concept frightening and terrible. Why would anyone want to grow up when all the fun to be had was in childhood? He didn’t want to catch himself thinking that the glory days were now behind him no matter how many people told him he needed to get over himself and mature. What would a kid mean to all of that?
“…what if he was? Preggers I mean.”
Travis shrugged; he hadn’t had the chance to think about it yet. It would take him longer to process the possibilities, and he didn’t want to get worked up over something that was only a maybe. He lived in the moment, most in their situations would, so the chance of children in the future wasn’t something Travis had ever really dwelled upon.
“All I know is that I’ve never known the flu to last that long. And the morning thing is pretty suspicious”
“What about the other symptom things?” Gabe paused before continuing, “Morning sickness… has he been missing his period?”
Collapsing onto the bed, Travis grabbed a pillow and hit Gabe over the head with it. “Despite what monthly mood swings may seem to imply, Bilvy Beckett does not have a period and therefore is not missing it.”
As Travis finished his statement a dripping wet freshly cleaned William entered the room, a towel slung around his waist. He gave them both a calculating look as if his ears had just been burning. “Were you two talking about me?”
Knowing better than to tell the truth, both Travis and Gabe shook their heads. Any talk of potential pregnancy was shushed and Travis wondered how William could push the possibilities out of his mind so fast. Clearly it was going to be a long day.
Chapter: 2/?
Rating: PG
Pairing: Treckgabe
Summary: William has been feeling off lately. Morning sickness is never fun.
Warning: mpreg
Disclaimer: This is fictional.
Author Note: This takes place in a world where mpreg isn't abnormal.
“I am not pregnant!” William shot back at Gabe. He tried to make himself sound intimidating so that they’d stop with all the talk about his illness, but his voice ended up with a whiny tone instead. It was difficult enough for William Beckett to seem intimidating considering his girlish figure, and the fact that he was still curled up on the bathroom floor only made him appear fragile. Still, he wished Travis and Gabe would shut up and go away for a while. All the chatting and accusations were making his head hurt and a dull ache crept into his chest at the thought of what Gabe was suggesting.
“But Travie said…” Gabe began, but was quickly cut off by Travis himself.
“I didn’t say he was,” Travis amended, not willing to have Gabe shift the blame of the sudden outburst onto him even if he had been the one to put the idea in Gabe’s mind, “I’m just saying its seems an awful lot like it.”
“See,” Gabe responded almost triumphantly as Travis reaffirmed what he had yelled out the moment prior.
William glared. “I don’t suggest you’re pregnant every time you start throwing up in the morning.” His tone of voice was getting more and more frantic mixed with anger which was never a good combination.
“Because when I’m praying to the porcelain god its cause I’ve had too much to drink.” Gabe thought that was an excellent and reasonable come back, but sometimes he failed to understand the inner workings of William Beckett’s mind. Not that most would blame him. They might all three be men, but if there was to be declared a token girl in their strange relationship then hands down it was Bill. And men will never understand women, they just can’t.
“Which is all the time,” William answered, “Like an alcoholic.”
“I don’t get you girls,” Gabe said, throwing his hands up in exasperation, “What do you want me to say?”
“I am not a girl!”
Travis could tell William was working himself up way too much, and although he agreed Bill’s response to Gabe’s earlier exclamation was an overreaction he wasn’t about to share his opinion with the class. Unlike poor Gabe, Travis had the common sense not to go about making things worse and pissing people off. Not that he pitied Gabe all too much since Gabe did possess the charm to wiggle his way out of tough situations given enough time.
“Whoa, back up you two,” Travis intervened before Gabe could open his mouth again, “Whenever you two get like this it’s all of five minutes before you’re all over each other with the groping and fondling, and I don’t wanna see that since I doubt Bill has even brushed his teeth.”
“I would make out with Bill any time.”
It was a matter of fact statement that Gabe said with a straight face, and Travis knew he was telling the truth. Glancing over at Bill, Travis took note of the younger boy’s small smile that he was trying and failing to hide and knew that the war had been averted for another day at least. That sort of scene was repeated in many different situations, and Travis had grown used to handling the two of them and their lover’s spats. In the end it was Travis that kept them all grounded.
“Now if you’re both done talking about me while I’m sitting right here, I’d like to shower,” William was struggling to keep the smile off his voice, but he couldn’t keep it out of his demeanor which Travis noted and declared inner success.
“Can I join?”
Travis shook his head at Gabe, grabbing him by the ear and tugging him out of the bathroom. “I’ll make sure Gabe here gives you some privacy.”
“What’s wrong with communal shower?” Gabe asked after the bathroom door was closed, “It conserves water. I thought you were all about being green.”
Travis couldn’t help but chuckle at that, but continued to lead Gabe away from the bathroom as the muffled sound of the shower being turned on could be heard. “It’s early,” he sighed, having almost forgotten for a minute amidst the arguing what time it was and the fact that on a typical day he’d still be sleeping, “Why don’t you go back to sleep.”
Thankfully with Gabe one rarely has to argue over things like that. Obediently, Gabe crawled back into their bed and pulled the blankets over himself. There was silence for all of a moment. “Do you really think it’s true?”
“Hmm?” Travis answered, feeling his mind begin to slow down again as the familiar ache in his limbs returned, “Whatcha talking about?”
“That he’s preggers.”
At that reminder Travis wondered how that had managed to slip his mind. So drawn into fixing the fight, he’d overlooked what the fight had started over in the first place. He twisted his lips, deep in thought for a minute as he considered the possibilities. “I dunno, man. Maybe.”
Gabe appeared in deep thought, staring at the ceiling as if it would give him answers. He was too many years old now, enough that he would claim to forget the number, and people would tell him to start acting his age. He never would though, he was the tallest toddler anyone knew and people accepted that fact eventually. It had never been his attention to grow up, he found the concept frightening and terrible. Why would anyone want to grow up when all the fun to be had was in childhood? He didn’t want to catch himself thinking that the glory days were now behind him no matter how many people told him he needed to get over himself and mature. What would a kid mean to all of that?
“…what if he was? Preggers I mean.”
Travis shrugged; he hadn’t had the chance to think about it yet. It would take him longer to process the possibilities, and he didn’t want to get worked up over something that was only a maybe. He lived in the moment, most in their situations would, so the chance of children in the future wasn’t something Travis had ever really dwelled upon.
“All I know is that I’ve never known the flu to last that long. And the morning thing is pretty suspicious”
“What about the other symptom things?” Gabe paused before continuing, “Morning sickness… has he been missing his period?”
Collapsing onto the bed, Travis grabbed a pillow and hit Gabe over the head with it. “Despite what monthly mood swings may seem to imply, Bilvy Beckett does not have a period and therefore is not missing it.”
As Travis finished his statement a dripping wet freshly cleaned William entered the room, a towel slung around his waist. He gave them both a calculating look as if his ears had just been burning. “Were you two talking about me?”
Knowing better than to tell the truth, both Travis and Gabe shook their heads. Any talk of potential pregnancy was shushed and Travis wondered how William could push the possibilities out of his mind so fast. Clearly it was going to be a long day.