White Roses: Family Matters
Title: White Roses: Family Matters
Fandom: Megaman
Characters/pairings: Rock/Forte, Blues
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Biroids were made to adapt to a situation - any situation
Warnings: Slash, crack, M-Preg(ish) gender changes
Notes: Old writing, from waaaaay back in the day, in it's mostly original format (very minor corrections may have been made) This was a gift fic for Marisa, way back in the day.
o o o
Rock hummed cheerfully as he made his bed. Life definitely counted as good. Forte had been living with him for almost a year now, Dr. Wily’s one attempt to take them out was easily thwarted with Forte there to help him, and blues hadn’t given the former Wily bot any death threats in at least six months. He had someone to love, to love him back, someone who cared for him beyond the sibling love Blues and Roll gave him, or the parental love of Dr. Light. The only problem with life he could see right now was that his belly felt funny and his groin felt weird. Wondering if it had anything to do with the new trick Forte had shown him the night before, he smoothed the blanket and went into the bathroom.
His scream could be heard for a mile.
Forte was into his armor and up the stairs before the last note of the scream died away. He skidded into the room he shared with Rock and wrenched open the bathroom door, buster at ready. Rock was sitting on the toilet seat, clutching at his own elbows and shivering. Forte dropped to his knees before his lover, taking his hands as his armor fell away. “Rock, baby, what’s wrong?” He asked softly. “What happened?”
“I-I felt k-k-kind-da weird,” Rock stuttered. “So I c-came t-to l-look, and-and-and-” He broke off, unable to tell Forte what had happened.
“And what, Rock?” Forte prodded gently.
“And it’s gone!” Rock wailed. “It was there last night and it’s gone now and I don’t know why!” he stood up and dropped his pants. Forte stared at his boyfriend-who technically wasn’t a boy anymore.
“DR. LIIIIIIGHT!”
o o o
“Ok, you two,” Dr. Light said, “I’ve got good news, and just weird news.” He looked at Rock and Forte, who were sitting on the lab table before his, Forte with his arm around Rock. “The good news is that there’s nothing wrong with Rock, really, and no, Forte didn’t ‘eat it off’ as you claimed, Rock.”
Rock blushed. “Sorry, Forte.” He muttered.
“No prob, babe.” Forte replied. He looked at Dr. Light. “Sooo, what’s the weird news?”
“You’re having a baby.”
Complete silence reigned until Forte reached up and smacked himself upside the head. “I don’t think I heard you right, Doc.” he said.
“You’re having a baby, Rock,” Dr. Light said patiently, “And your body is reacting in light of the baby’s needs.”
"B-bu-but." Rock spluttered. "I'm a boy!"
"Well, not anymore, technically." Dr. Light replied.
Rock opened his- er, her- mouth to speak then shut it, sharing a long, bewildered look with Forte. A baby? Dr. Light was rambling on about advanced body designs and the ability to adapt to any situation, but neither biroid was listening.
“Ah, Dr. Light?” Rock asked timidly. “Um, how long will I- I mean, how long before it comes-”
Dr. Light gave them a reassuring smile. “It will be just like a human pregnancy, Rock.” He said “Currently, it seems that you’re about two and a half months along. In six and a half months, you’ll give birth. But until then, there’s a few things you should know.”
o o o
Forte grumbled, crossing his arms. “No lovin’ for six months…..” He muttered, sinking into the couch. “How boring”
“Oh, shaddap.” Rock replied, also sitting down. "He said to cut back on the ‘lovin’ but you get cut off around month five or six, is all. Don’t want t’ hurt the baby, do you?”
Forte sighed, wrapping one arm around Rock’s shoulders. “Course not.”
“Dear creeping gods, tell me I didn‘t hear that.”
Both biroids looked up. Blues stood in the doorway, looking shocked behind his shades. “Blues!” Rock said happily, jumping up to hug the older Light bot, who had been away from home for the past month. “I’m glad you’re back. We’ve got good- ok, weird news!”
“Rock’s havin’ a baby.” Forte said, standing. “God knows how, but he is.”
“I’m a she, technically.” Rock said with a slight blush.
Blues stared for a long moment. “Someone shoot me.” He said finally.
“Gladly.”
“Forte!”
“I’m just joking!”
“Are you two being serious?” Blues asked. “Tell the truth. I didn’t think it was possible for biroids to get pregnant.”
“Yeah, it’s the truth.” Rock said. “Dr. Light said something about my body adapting to a ‘situation‘, but I didn’t understand it all.”
Blues shook his head slowly. “Well, I only have one response to all of this.” He said solemnly. He looked over his shades, a quick grin crossing his face. "Told ya so!” He ducked out quickly as Forte whipped a couch pillow at his head. They could hear him laughing all the way down the hall.
o o o
“It’s gonna call you ‘Unca Bwues’, y’ know.”
“Don’t call your kid an ‘it’, ya creep.” Blues shook his head. ‘And it will not. Unless you’re a descendant of Hewie, Dewie and or Lewie.”
Forte grinned. “Maybe I am, Unca Bwues, how do you know? ‘Side’s, we don’t know what it’ll be for a while yet, so for now it’s an it.”
“Technically, right now it’s female, unless she decides to change.” Blues corrected. “And call me that again and your helmet’s going up your nose.”
“if you say so.” Forte replied. But you better be careful with all those affairs you have away from home. Don’t want t’ get some human girl pregnant, do ya?”
“I highly doubt that humans and biroids are compatible, Forte.” Blues said stiffly. “And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay out of my business.”
Forte cackled. “Soon it’ll be ‘Dada!’ along with the ‘Unca Bwues!’ Or it might be ‘Momma!’ ‘cause of that stand you had in Rikton with that waiter-”
"That’s it, you spying little pervert, you’re DEAD!”
“Gotta catch me first, Old Man!”
o o o
Rock blinked curiously at the chart Forte had pinned on the wall. “What’s that?”
“A calendar.” Forte replied, crossing off a day. “Countin’ down the days the big day. Only four months and sixteen days to go.
“Ah.” Rock said. “Glad you’re keeping track for me. Well, it’s late, so why don’t we go to bed?”
“You’re the boss.” Forte replied, flicking the switch. He crawled into bed beside his lover and relaxed. An hour passed.
“Forte?”
“Mmph?” Damn, almost asleep.
Fingers trailed down his shoulder. “I’m really in the mood…..”
Wide awake now. “For what?” Voice low and seductive.
“For that left over meatloaf in the fridge.“
And all of Forte’s hopes for fun are smushed.
“What the hell y’ want that for?”
“Well, Dr. Light said that I might get cravings, y’ know.”
“Rock, we had that last week.”
“And?”
“It’s turning green!”
“….Is that a problem?”
“Rock, week old food cannot be good for the kid.”
“Darn.”
Silence.
“Forte?”
“What, Rock.” Trying to be patient.
“Can you cook meatloaf?”
And that’s how Forte found himself in the kitchen at midnight, wearing an apron, cooking meatloaf, a hysterically laughing Blues sitting at the table, cursing himself for ever falling in love.
o o o
“You’re really starting to show, Rock.” Roll commented as she made breakfast. “How you feeling?”
“Um, fine, Roll.” Rock said, fiddling with her fingers nervously.
“What’s wrong, Rock?” Roll asked, wiping her hands on a towel. “You ok?”
“Um, ah, well,” Rock sputtered. “I feel kinda awkward asking about this, but, but, I, um, kinda need a, um…”
“Come on, Rock, you can ask me.” Roll said, sitting next to her twin.
Rock mumbled something too fast to be heard.
“What was that?”
“….a bra.” Rock managed to get out. “I’m… growing.”
Roll smiled. She found it actually kind of cute. “It’s ok, Rock. I’ll see what I can do, ok?”
Rock nodded, smiling a bit. “Thanks Roll.”
“Sooo…” Blues asked, walking into the room and sliding into the chair across from Rock. “Do y’ want lace or flowers?” He grinned at his blushing sibling and immediately got a spatula to the back of the head.
o o o
“Rock!”
Rock jumped guiltily as Forte stormed in, ripping a book from his hands. “Forte, I didn’t think that one was that bad!”
“You’re not supposed to be straining yourself.” Forte replied, shaking a finger at Rock.
“I walked across the room for a book!”
“And you’re not supposed to be lifting things either.”
“It’s a book! I think Dr. Light meant a piano or something!”
“Still.” forte said, scooping Rock easily into his arms, careful of the infant within his lover’s belly. “You ain’t doing any hard work for the next couple weeks, until that child is born. Got me?”
Rock, sighed, leaning her head against Forte’s shoulder. “If you say so. Y’ know, three years ago, you were trying to kill me.”
“Things change.” Forte replied, settling Rock into the couch. “Now if you need something, will ya ask?”
Rock sighed. “Yes, I promise.”
“Good.” Forte said, kissing Rock on the forehead.
There was a click and a flash of light. They looked up to see Blues with a disposable camera and a grin. “This is going straight to Skull Fortress.” He said.
A second later he had to run as Forte sicced Gospel on him.
o o o
Forte paced the hall nervously, tugging absently at his bangs. Blues sat on the floor outside Rock and Forte’s room, Gospel on one side and Rush on the other, his shades in his lap, blue eyes watching Forte pace. No sound had come from the room except for low murmurs, since Roll, Dr. light and Rock had disappeared in there over four hours ago.
“I can see why Dr. Light didn’t want you in there.” Blues remarked dryly.
“Shut yer hole.” Forte muttered.
Things were quiet for a moment, then a burst of voices came from the closed room. Most prominent was Roll saying “Push, Rock, push!” The confusion went on for a time, then was raised in volume by the addition of a wailing infant. By now both Blues and Forte were on their feet, staring at the door as if expecting it to tell them what was going on behind it. The low murmurs reigned for about ten minutes, before the door opened to reveal a disheveled but happy looking Dr. Light.
“Come in, all of you. They’re both fine.” The doctor said with a tired smile.
The four filed in, almost timidly. Rock was sitting up in bed, holding a little bundle and smiling happily. Forte walked around the bed and sat next to Rock, leaning over to get a glimpse of the infant.
The baby was a little boy, with Rock’s cute cheeks and wide green eyes, but with a shock of bright purple hair across his forehead. He blinked sleepily at Forte then yawned, rolling against Rock, snuggling close. Forte opened his mouth then closed it, not wanting to spoil the mood by saying something retarded.
“How does Xavier sound for a name?” Rock asked softly. “I thought it was a good name for a boy.”
Forte smiled. “If we can call him X for short.”
Rock returned the smile. “Xavier. X.”
“Can I cry now?”
“Shut up, Blues.”
Fandom: Megaman
Characters/pairings: Rock/Forte, Blues
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Biroids were made to adapt to a situation - any situation
Warnings: Slash, crack, M-Preg(ish) gender changes
Notes: Old writing, from waaaaay back in the day, in it's mostly original format (very minor corrections may have been made) This was a gift fic for Marisa, way back in the day.
o o o
Rock hummed cheerfully as he made his bed. Life definitely counted as good. Forte had been living with him for almost a year now, Dr. Wily’s one attempt to take them out was easily thwarted with Forte there to help him, and blues hadn’t given the former Wily bot any death threats in at least six months. He had someone to love, to love him back, someone who cared for him beyond the sibling love Blues and Roll gave him, or the parental love of Dr. Light. The only problem with life he could see right now was that his belly felt funny and his groin felt weird. Wondering if it had anything to do with the new trick Forte had shown him the night before, he smoothed the blanket and went into the bathroom.
His scream could be heard for a mile.
Forte was into his armor and up the stairs before the last note of the scream died away. He skidded into the room he shared with Rock and wrenched open the bathroom door, buster at ready. Rock was sitting on the toilet seat, clutching at his own elbows and shivering. Forte dropped to his knees before his lover, taking his hands as his armor fell away. “Rock, baby, what’s wrong?” He asked softly. “What happened?”
“I-I felt k-k-kind-da weird,” Rock stuttered. “So I c-came t-to l-look, and-and-and-” He broke off, unable to tell Forte what had happened.
“And what, Rock?” Forte prodded gently.
“And it’s gone!” Rock wailed. “It was there last night and it’s gone now and I don’t know why!” he stood up and dropped his pants. Forte stared at his boyfriend-who technically wasn’t a boy anymore.
“DR. LIIIIIIGHT!”
o o o
“Ok, you two,” Dr. Light said, “I’ve got good news, and just weird news.” He looked at Rock and Forte, who were sitting on the lab table before his, Forte with his arm around Rock. “The good news is that there’s nothing wrong with Rock, really, and no, Forte didn’t ‘eat it off’ as you claimed, Rock.”
Rock blushed. “Sorry, Forte.” He muttered.
“No prob, babe.” Forte replied. He looked at Dr. Light. “Sooo, what’s the weird news?”
“You’re having a baby.”
Complete silence reigned until Forte reached up and smacked himself upside the head. “I don’t think I heard you right, Doc.” he said.
“You’re having a baby, Rock,” Dr. Light said patiently, “And your body is reacting in light of the baby’s needs.”
"B-bu-but." Rock spluttered. "I'm a boy!"
"Well, not anymore, technically." Dr. Light replied.
Rock opened his- er, her- mouth to speak then shut it, sharing a long, bewildered look with Forte. A baby? Dr. Light was rambling on about advanced body designs and the ability to adapt to any situation, but neither biroid was listening.
“Ah, Dr. Light?” Rock asked timidly. “Um, how long will I- I mean, how long before it comes-”
Dr. Light gave them a reassuring smile. “It will be just like a human pregnancy, Rock.” He said “Currently, it seems that you’re about two and a half months along. In six and a half months, you’ll give birth. But until then, there’s a few things you should know.”
o o o
Forte grumbled, crossing his arms. “No lovin’ for six months…..” He muttered, sinking into the couch. “How boring”
“Oh, shaddap.” Rock replied, also sitting down. "He said to cut back on the ‘lovin’ but you get cut off around month five or six, is all. Don’t want t’ hurt the baby, do you?”
Forte sighed, wrapping one arm around Rock’s shoulders. “Course not.”
“Dear creeping gods, tell me I didn‘t hear that.”
Both biroids looked up. Blues stood in the doorway, looking shocked behind his shades. “Blues!” Rock said happily, jumping up to hug the older Light bot, who had been away from home for the past month. “I’m glad you’re back. We’ve got good- ok, weird news!”
“Rock’s havin’ a baby.” Forte said, standing. “God knows how, but he is.”
“I’m a she, technically.” Rock said with a slight blush.
Blues stared for a long moment. “Someone shoot me.” He said finally.
“Gladly.”
“Forte!”
“I’m just joking!”
“Are you two being serious?” Blues asked. “Tell the truth. I didn’t think it was possible for biroids to get pregnant.”
“Yeah, it’s the truth.” Rock said. “Dr. Light said something about my body adapting to a ‘situation‘, but I didn’t understand it all.”
Blues shook his head slowly. “Well, I only have one response to all of this.” He said solemnly. He looked over his shades, a quick grin crossing his face. "Told ya so!” He ducked out quickly as Forte whipped a couch pillow at his head. They could hear him laughing all the way down the hall.
o o o
“It’s gonna call you ‘Unca Bwues’, y’ know.”
“Don’t call your kid an ‘it’, ya creep.” Blues shook his head. ‘And it will not. Unless you’re a descendant of Hewie, Dewie and or Lewie.”
Forte grinned. “Maybe I am, Unca Bwues, how do you know? ‘Side’s, we don’t know what it’ll be for a while yet, so for now it’s an it.”
“Technically, right now it’s female, unless she decides to change.” Blues corrected. “And call me that again and your helmet’s going up your nose.”
“if you say so.” Forte replied. But you better be careful with all those affairs you have away from home. Don’t want t’ get some human girl pregnant, do ya?”
“I highly doubt that humans and biroids are compatible, Forte.” Blues said stiffly. “And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay out of my business.”
Forte cackled. “Soon it’ll be ‘Dada!’ along with the ‘Unca Bwues!’ Or it might be ‘Momma!’ ‘cause of that stand you had in Rikton with that waiter-”
"That’s it, you spying little pervert, you’re DEAD!”
“Gotta catch me first, Old Man!”
o o o
Rock blinked curiously at the chart Forte had pinned on the wall. “What’s that?”
“A calendar.” Forte replied, crossing off a day. “Countin’ down the days the big day. Only four months and sixteen days to go.
“Ah.” Rock said. “Glad you’re keeping track for me. Well, it’s late, so why don’t we go to bed?”
“You’re the boss.” Forte replied, flicking the switch. He crawled into bed beside his lover and relaxed. An hour passed.
“Forte?”
“Mmph?” Damn, almost asleep.
Fingers trailed down his shoulder. “I’m really in the mood…..”
Wide awake now. “For what?” Voice low and seductive.
“For that left over meatloaf in the fridge.“
And all of Forte’s hopes for fun are smushed.
“What the hell y’ want that for?”
“Well, Dr. Light said that I might get cravings, y’ know.”
“Rock, we had that last week.”
“And?”
“It’s turning green!”
“….Is that a problem?”
“Rock, week old food cannot be good for the kid.”
“Darn.”
Silence.
“Forte?”
“What, Rock.” Trying to be patient.
“Can you cook meatloaf?”
And that’s how Forte found himself in the kitchen at midnight, wearing an apron, cooking meatloaf, a hysterically laughing Blues sitting at the table, cursing himself for ever falling in love.
o o o
“You’re really starting to show, Rock.” Roll commented as she made breakfast. “How you feeling?”
“Um, fine, Roll.” Rock said, fiddling with her fingers nervously.
“What’s wrong, Rock?” Roll asked, wiping her hands on a towel. “You ok?”
“Um, ah, well,” Rock sputtered. “I feel kinda awkward asking about this, but, but, I, um, kinda need a, um…”
“Come on, Rock, you can ask me.” Roll said, sitting next to her twin.
Rock mumbled something too fast to be heard.
“What was that?”
“….a bra.” Rock managed to get out. “I’m… growing.”
Roll smiled. She found it actually kind of cute. “It’s ok, Rock. I’ll see what I can do, ok?”
Rock nodded, smiling a bit. “Thanks Roll.”
“Sooo…” Blues asked, walking into the room and sliding into the chair across from Rock. “Do y’ want lace or flowers?” He grinned at his blushing sibling and immediately got a spatula to the back of the head.
o o o
“Rock!”
Rock jumped guiltily as Forte stormed in, ripping a book from his hands. “Forte, I didn’t think that one was that bad!”
“You’re not supposed to be straining yourself.” Forte replied, shaking a finger at Rock.
“I walked across the room for a book!”
“And you’re not supposed to be lifting things either.”
“It’s a book! I think Dr. Light meant a piano or something!”
“Still.” forte said, scooping Rock easily into his arms, careful of the infant within his lover’s belly. “You ain’t doing any hard work for the next couple weeks, until that child is born. Got me?”
Rock, sighed, leaning her head against Forte’s shoulder. “If you say so. Y’ know, three years ago, you were trying to kill me.”
“Things change.” Forte replied, settling Rock into the couch. “Now if you need something, will ya ask?”
Rock sighed. “Yes, I promise.”
“Good.” Forte said, kissing Rock on the forehead.
There was a click and a flash of light. They looked up to see Blues with a disposable camera and a grin. “This is going straight to Skull Fortress.” He said.
A second later he had to run as Forte sicced Gospel on him.
o o o
Forte paced the hall nervously, tugging absently at his bangs. Blues sat on the floor outside Rock and Forte’s room, Gospel on one side and Rush on the other, his shades in his lap, blue eyes watching Forte pace. No sound had come from the room except for low murmurs, since Roll, Dr. light and Rock had disappeared in there over four hours ago.
“I can see why Dr. Light didn’t want you in there.” Blues remarked dryly.
“Shut yer hole.” Forte muttered.
Things were quiet for a moment, then a burst of voices came from the closed room. Most prominent was Roll saying “Push, Rock, push!” The confusion went on for a time, then was raised in volume by the addition of a wailing infant. By now both Blues and Forte were on their feet, staring at the door as if expecting it to tell them what was going on behind it. The low murmurs reigned for about ten minutes, before the door opened to reveal a disheveled but happy looking Dr. Light.
“Come in, all of you. They’re both fine.” The doctor said with a tired smile.
The four filed in, almost timidly. Rock was sitting up in bed, holding a little bundle and smiling happily. Forte walked around the bed and sat next to Rock, leaning over to get a glimpse of the infant.
The baby was a little boy, with Rock’s cute cheeks and wide green eyes, but with a shock of bright purple hair across his forehead. He blinked sleepily at Forte then yawned, rolling against Rock, snuggling close. Forte opened his mouth then closed it, not wanting to spoil the mood by saying something retarded.
“How does Xavier sound for a name?” Rock asked softly. “I thought it was a good name for a boy.”
Forte smiled. “If we can call him X for short.”
Rock returned the smile. “Xavier. X.”
“Can I cry now?”
“Shut up, Blues.”