30 Rock, General Series. #029. Birth
Title: Just Breathe
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Prompt: drabbles100 #029. Birth
Word Count: 419
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Table is here.
Summary: When Liz starts to go into labor, she's in Tracy's dressing room.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
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When Liz starts to go into labor, she's in Tracy's dressing room. Dr. Spaceman jumps up from his seat. "We should all go out for Thai food!"
"I said my water broke," Liz snaps.
He tilts his head. "Your woman troubles shouldn't keep Tracy and I from having a good time."
Tracy seems actually concerned. "This is serious."
"You're right." Dr. Spaceman turns to Liz. "I'll help you deliver the baby."
"What? No."
"Liz, I've delivered hundreds of babies. Many of them human. Even more that might have been human. If only there were a test I could perform to figure it all out!"
Usually, Liz would take a moment to be disturbed, confused, and/or weirded out, but now she doesn't even let herself figure out what emotion or emotions his words provoke. "I just need to get to the hospital."
"Can I be the godfather?" Tracy asks.
"I don't know, Tray. That's something I'd have to discuss with Jack."
"But I do a great Brando!"
"Okay, we are not talking about the same thing." She takes a deep breath. "I need to get to the hospital. Call Jack, call my doctor, go to the hospital... Stop listing things and just do them."
"I'll call Jack," Dr. Spaceman says. "I assume you mean Nicholson."
"No!" She grabs the nearest cellphone, which may or may not be her own. "Stop talking! Everyone stop talking."
Jack answers on the first ring -- he's been doing that a lot lately, and she doesn't know if it's because of the possibility she could go into labor or the reality that she's been super horny lately and has, more than once, demanded he come to where she is and do stuff to her... yeah, it's probably both -- and says, "Lemon?" which means she must have her own phone. Awesome.
"You're taking me to the hospital. Okay? I'm in labor. And Tracy wants to do a Godfather sketch. I don't know why I'm telling you that. I don't care about that." Tracy looks crestfallen. "Now I'm worried about something else, I mean. In general--"
"I'll be right there."
"Good. I'm in Tracy's dressing room. Having a baby. Your baby. Yeah, you know it's yours. I didn't need to say that."
"Calm down. Everything will be fine."
"I know," she says. "I know."
She hangs up. Takes another deep breath.
Dr. Spaceman puts a hand on her shoulder. "Do you want me to check how dilated you are?"
"No." She shakes her head. "No, no. No."
END
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Prompt: drabbles100 #029. Birth
Word Count: 419
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Table is here.
Summary: When Liz starts to go into labor, she's in Tracy's dressing room.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
*
When Liz starts to go into labor, she's in Tracy's dressing room. Dr. Spaceman jumps up from his seat. "We should all go out for Thai food!"
"I said my water broke," Liz snaps.
He tilts his head. "Your woman troubles shouldn't keep Tracy and I from having a good time."
Tracy seems actually concerned. "This is serious."
"You're right." Dr. Spaceman turns to Liz. "I'll help you deliver the baby."
"What? No."
"Liz, I've delivered hundreds of babies. Many of them human. Even more that might have been human. If only there were a test I could perform to figure it all out!"
Usually, Liz would take a moment to be disturbed, confused, and/or weirded out, but now she doesn't even let herself figure out what emotion or emotions his words provoke. "I just need to get to the hospital."
"Can I be the godfather?" Tracy asks.
"I don't know, Tray. That's something I'd have to discuss with Jack."
"But I do a great Brando!"
"Okay, we are not talking about the same thing." She takes a deep breath. "I need to get to the hospital. Call Jack, call my doctor, go to the hospital... Stop listing things and just do them."
"I'll call Jack," Dr. Spaceman says. "I assume you mean Nicholson."
"No!" She grabs the nearest cellphone, which may or may not be her own. "Stop talking! Everyone stop talking."
Jack answers on the first ring -- he's been doing that a lot lately, and she doesn't know if it's because of the possibility she could go into labor or the reality that she's been super horny lately and has, more than once, demanded he come to where she is and do stuff to her... yeah, it's probably both -- and says, "Lemon?" which means she must have her own phone. Awesome.
"You're taking me to the hospital. Okay? I'm in labor. And Tracy wants to do a Godfather sketch. I don't know why I'm telling you that. I don't care about that." Tracy looks crestfallen. "Now I'm worried about something else, I mean. In general--"
"I'll be right there."
"Good. I'm in Tracy's dressing room. Having a baby. Your baby. Yeah, you know it's yours. I didn't need to say that."
"Calm down. Everything will be fine."
"I know," she says. "I know."
She hangs up. Takes another deep breath.
Dr. Spaceman puts a hand on her shoulder. "Do you want me to check how dilated you are?"
"No." She shakes her head. "No, no. No."
END