[fic] The Boy Who Was Too Young, Part 5
Title: The Boy Who Was Too Young, Part 5
Rating: mild NC-17
Pairing: OMC/Jim, eventual Bones/Jim
Warning: mpreg, teenagers who are really too young, reference to abortion
Thanks: To both lifebehindadesk and hebrewhammer42 for the awesome beta jobs.
Author’s Note: I was going to have an Enterprise part, but Bones was being grumpy. So we’ve got more of Riverside. Enjoy. =)
Summary: Winona now knows, but she's too far away to offer the kind of comfort she wants to. Jim hates the world, and the Iowa family doctor (who is sadly not the doctor you all are waiting to see) has to deal with his shit.
Click Here for Part Four
Riverside 2248
Frank found it easier to explain the technicalities without Jim there. And once he told Winona, she said slowly, “…that’s impossible…” His wife had a hard time believing any of this.
The man chuckled with little humor. “I always told you Jimmy was an alien.”
“Shut up Frank,” she huffed and shook her head. She breathed a deep breath in, then out. Around her, the starship hummed with energy. She loved the feeling of space, but right then, she was so, so far away from Earth. “I can’t believe any of this… I want to look at Jim’s medical records.”
Frank tilted his head obligingly. “I’ll ask Dr. Carter to send them to you.”
They both fell silent except for the static of the transmission. Winona admitted this setback in Jim’s life may truly have defeated her career. She hung her head, thinking about diapers, crying babies, and wondering how much stress could her 15-year-old baby handle. “I’ll see if I can come home.”
Frank nodded, tired too.
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Dr. Carter kindly sent Jim’s files. It wasn’t unusual for Winona to look through her family’s medical history.
Reviewing the facts, the changes in Jimmy’s body, and dear god, the fetal development, Winona couldn’t deny the reality.
“What are you looking at, Doctor?” A nurse asked.
She smiled politely, and discreetly tilted the PADD away from sight. “Oh nothing, just reviewing patient files.”
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Jim was in the middle of class, crossly ignoring all his friends and the teacher’s lecture, when a message arrived on his PADD.
To: James Kirk, Riverside High School
From: Dr. Winona Kirk, USS Kurtzman.
“Honey, I love you. And nothing will change that.”
Jim quietly turned his PADD over, his lips pressed tightly together. He was so angry, he could cry. The rest of the room faded from his mind, and he just strived to keep his breathing quiet and even.
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“You okay?” Robert finally asked, the first of Jim’s friends to dare mention the strangeness Jim was going through. The rounded stomach could no longer be hidden under a loose shirt, and Jim had been taken out of gym class and placed in study hall instead.
“What are ya talking about?” Jim responded, shrugging the question off casually.
And Robert almost backed off, not wanting to push. “Nothing. We're just worried about you. You aren’t sick, are you?”
“Yeah, I’m sick. Doctor says my intestines are swelling.”
“What?! No way, are you okay?!”
“Naw, I’m throwing up all the time, got really bad diarrhea too, bloody. Did you know I wiped my bare ass on the locker room benches? You’re all going to get it.” Jim grinned evilly, while Robert’s face twisted from fearful shock to mock outrage.
They both laughed it off, and Robert left without demanding the real answer. Jim smiled at his friend, then flipped the bird at his friend's turned back, feeling angry. No one could be trusted to just leave him the fuck alone.
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“How do you feel?” Dr. Carter asked.
“Fine.” Jim breathed in, then out. “I hate this.”
“I imagine it isn’t terribly fun.” The doctor spoke evenly, and was more focused on the readings than on him.
Jim laid on the medical bed, in the privacy of the examination room. His shirt was pulled up, revealing his rounded stomach. The doctor continually scanned his torso.
“I get headaches,” he admitted. “I hate this. I want to get fucking hammered.”
The doctor marked something in her files. “Well, that probably won’t relieve the headaches. I was always a vodka girl. You haven’t had any alcohol, have you?”
“Not lately.”
“But have you had any since you became pregnant?”
Jim frowned, snappish. “I didn’t fucking know. It’s not my fucking fault.”
“We’ll keep a close eye for potential consequences. No alcohol, no drugs, no smoking.”
“I’m not stupid.” The boy looked away, sullen.
“Do you exercise often?”
“Yeah.”
“How often?”
“Two, three, four times a day…”
“That’s a lot. Intense exercise?”
“Yeah, look at these muscles.” Jim showed off his biceps.
“You may need to lighten the load.”
“No way!”
“I’m not telling you to stop. Light exercise is plenty. No contact sports.”
“This is bullshit.”
“No, this is serious." And to show how serious, she put the scanner down and pinned her gaze on him. "Have you had any swelling?”
Jim shrugged.
She grabbed his left hand. “I’m asking because your wrist is puffy. How long has it been like this?”
Jim sighed impatiently. “A week or two, off and on. It’s fine most of the time.”
“We’re going to keep an eye on it. Are you eating healthy?”
“I’m good!” Jim argued angrily.
“Milk, vegetables, fruits? Healthy meats, less sugar?”
“I know how to eat right.” Jim argued, looking incensed.
“Really?” The blonde challenged. “Because while you’re iron and B12 levels are good, you’re deficient in vitamin A and folic acid.”
“You don’t know anything,” Jim sneered.
“My doctorate disagrees with that. I’ve heard how smart you are James, I’m sure you’re well aware of the bad choices you’re making. So I’m going to warn you right now: your blood pressure is high, and there’s protein in your urine. That’s dangerous James.”
He said nothing.
“This is affecting your health. And honesty? You’re too irresponsible.”
“Fuck you! This isn’t my fault!”
Dr. Carter calmly countered, “A hundred years ago, you could have acquired any of hundreds of diseases from sleeping around. You’re stupid. This is your fault. Whether you know about the consequences before you make a decision or not, you still have to live up to the consequences. Do you know what your body is doing to itself? Your insides are being squashed and distorted and they’ll never be the same. You’re very quickly driving yourself into pre-eclampsia, and I don’t trust you to follow my instructions when I tell you that you have got to lay off the exercise. You have got to eat healthy. I don’t care what bullshit you believe about getting in shape. With this bizarre situation…” she trailed off, again wondering how long she she was going to leave the baby in there, then quickly began talking again to cut off Jim’s chance to argue.
“I’m trying to figure out how the hell we’re going to get that baby out of you. None of our options are ideal, nothing in situation is ideal, and I want you to understand that we have entered into humanly unknown territory with your condition, and this is dangerous enough that we could legally stop things before they go further.”
And for the first time, the anger in the boy’s eyes deadened. Not sure how he felt about the idea, Jim's expression went blank.
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“How’s he doin’ ma’am?” Frank asked, as Jim walked sullenly out of the examination room.
Dr. Carter sighed. “It’s not what I want to see. I’ve prescribed antihypertensives because his heart is working too hard. And his liver isn’t functioning at a hundred percent. I’m not going to prescribe anything for that yet, but he needs to take it easy, and eat well, and don’t let him anywhere near alcohol.”
The man was slightly alarmed. “He hasn’t damaged his liver that badly, has he?”
The doctor shook her head. “If he wasn’t pregnant, he would probably be fine. He’s young. But in his current condition, you’ll need to keep a close eye on him. If he has any pains, swelling, or seizures, call me right away. There’s a growing chance that this baby might not survive. And I want you to know that this is dangerous enough to Jim’s health that we could legally stop it.”
“…what?” The step father was surprised.
“It would be legal.” She looked past the silent man, to where Jim was already leaving through the clinic’s front door. She yelled at his retreating back, “I want you in here every week, Kirk!”
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In the privacy of the truck, Frank asked, “Did the doctor tell you that-”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Alright," Frank nodded, then asked, "You okay?”
“I’m fucking fine.”
Frank glared. “Watch your mouth.”
Jim glared back. “Just leave me alone!” He didn’t mention the terrible headache he had.
Frank snarled at the passing scenery, and slammed his fist on the wheel. Then he turned and yelled, “You will straighten up! And if you drink even a sip of alcohol, I will slap you so hard you won’t see straight for the next five months!”
And Frank almost did slap the sullen teen then and there, barely containing his anger. He drove home with sharp jerks of the steering wheel. Jim refused to say anything.
On to Chapter Six
Rating: mild NC-17
Pairing: OMC/Jim, eventual Bones/Jim
Warning: mpreg, teenagers who are really too young, reference to abortion
Thanks: To both lifebehindadesk and hebrewhammer42 for the awesome beta jobs.
Author’s Note: I was going to have an Enterprise part, but Bones was being grumpy. So we’ve got more of Riverside. Enjoy. =)
Summary: Winona now knows, but she's too far away to offer the kind of comfort she wants to. Jim hates the world, and the Iowa family doctor (who is sadly not the doctor you all are waiting to see) has to deal with his shit.
Click Here for Part Four
Riverside 2248
Frank found it easier to explain the technicalities without Jim there. And once he told Winona, she said slowly, “…that’s impossible…” His wife had a hard time believing any of this.
The man chuckled with little humor. “I always told you Jimmy was an alien.”
“Shut up Frank,” she huffed and shook her head. She breathed a deep breath in, then out. Around her, the starship hummed with energy. She loved the feeling of space, but right then, she was so, so far away from Earth. “I can’t believe any of this… I want to look at Jim’s medical records.”
Frank tilted his head obligingly. “I’ll ask Dr. Carter to send them to you.”
They both fell silent except for the static of the transmission. Winona admitted this setback in Jim’s life may truly have defeated her career. She hung her head, thinking about diapers, crying babies, and wondering how much stress could her 15-year-old baby handle. “I’ll see if I can come home.”
Frank nodded, tired too.
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Dr. Carter kindly sent Jim’s files. It wasn’t unusual for Winona to look through her family’s medical history.
Reviewing the facts, the changes in Jimmy’s body, and dear god, the fetal development, Winona couldn’t deny the reality.
“What are you looking at, Doctor?” A nurse asked.
She smiled politely, and discreetly tilted the PADD away from sight. “Oh nothing, just reviewing patient files.”
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Jim was in the middle of class, crossly ignoring all his friends and the teacher’s lecture, when a message arrived on his PADD.
To: James Kirk, Riverside High School
From: Dr. Winona Kirk, USS Kurtzman.
“Honey, I love you. And nothing will change that.”
Jim quietly turned his PADD over, his lips pressed tightly together. He was so angry, he could cry. The rest of the room faded from his mind, and he just strived to keep his breathing quiet and even.
---------------------------------
“You okay?” Robert finally asked, the first of Jim’s friends to dare mention the strangeness Jim was going through. The rounded stomach could no longer be hidden under a loose shirt, and Jim had been taken out of gym class and placed in study hall instead.
“What are ya talking about?” Jim responded, shrugging the question off casually.
And Robert almost backed off, not wanting to push. “Nothing. We're just worried about you. You aren’t sick, are you?”
“Yeah, I’m sick. Doctor says my intestines are swelling.”
“What?! No way, are you okay?!”
“Naw, I’m throwing up all the time, got really bad diarrhea too, bloody. Did you know I wiped my bare ass on the locker room benches? You’re all going to get it.” Jim grinned evilly, while Robert’s face twisted from fearful shock to mock outrage.
They both laughed it off, and Robert left without demanding the real answer. Jim smiled at his friend, then flipped the bird at his friend's turned back, feeling angry. No one could be trusted to just leave him the fuck alone.
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“How do you feel?” Dr. Carter asked.
“Fine.” Jim breathed in, then out. “I hate this.”
“I imagine it isn’t terribly fun.” The doctor spoke evenly, and was more focused on the readings than on him.
Jim laid on the medical bed, in the privacy of the examination room. His shirt was pulled up, revealing his rounded stomach. The doctor continually scanned his torso.
“I get headaches,” he admitted. “I hate this. I want to get fucking hammered.”
The doctor marked something in her files. “Well, that probably won’t relieve the headaches. I was always a vodka girl. You haven’t had any alcohol, have you?”
“Not lately.”
“But have you had any since you became pregnant?”
Jim frowned, snappish. “I didn’t fucking know. It’s not my fucking fault.”
“We’ll keep a close eye for potential consequences. No alcohol, no drugs, no smoking.”
“I’m not stupid.” The boy looked away, sullen.
“Do you exercise often?”
“Yeah.”
“How often?”
“Two, three, four times a day…”
“That’s a lot. Intense exercise?”
“Yeah, look at these muscles.” Jim showed off his biceps.
“You may need to lighten the load.”
“No way!”
“I’m not telling you to stop. Light exercise is plenty. No contact sports.”
“This is bullshit.”
“No, this is serious." And to show how serious, she put the scanner down and pinned her gaze on him. "Have you had any swelling?”
Jim shrugged.
She grabbed his left hand. “I’m asking because your wrist is puffy. How long has it been like this?”
Jim sighed impatiently. “A week or two, off and on. It’s fine most of the time.”
“We’re going to keep an eye on it. Are you eating healthy?”
“I’m good!” Jim argued angrily.
“Milk, vegetables, fruits? Healthy meats, less sugar?”
“I know how to eat right.” Jim argued, looking incensed.
“Really?” The blonde challenged. “Because while you’re iron and B12 levels are good, you’re deficient in vitamin A and folic acid.”
“You don’t know anything,” Jim sneered.
“My doctorate disagrees with that. I’ve heard how smart you are James, I’m sure you’re well aware of the bad choices you’re making. So I’m going to warn you right now: your blood pressure is high, and there’s protein in your urine. That’s dangerous James.”
He said nothing.
“This is affecting your health. And honesty? You’re too irresponsible.”
“Fuck you! This isn’t my fault!”
Dr. Carter calmly countered, “A hundred years ago, you could have acquired any of hundreds of diseases from sleeping around. You’re stupid. This is your fault. Whether you know about the consequences before you make a decision or not, you still have to live up to the consequences. Do you know what your body is doing to itself? Your insides are being squashed and distorted and they’ll never be the same. You’re very quickly driving yourself into pre-eclampsia, and I don’t trust you to follow my instructions when I tell you that you have got to lay off the exercise. You have got to eat healthy. I don’t care what bullshit you believe about getting in shape. With this bizarre situation…” she trailed off, again wondering how long she she was going to leave the baby in there, then quickly began talking again to cut off Jim’s chance to argue.
“I’m trying to figure out how the hell we’re going to get that baby out of you. None of our options are ideal, nothing in situation is ideal, and I want you to understand that we have entered into humanly unknown territory with your condition, and this is dangerous enough that we could legally stop things before they go further.”
And for the first time, the anger in the boy’s eyes deadened. Not sure how he felt about the idea, Jim's expression went blank.
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“How’s he doin’ ma’am?” Frank asked, as Jim walked sullenly out of the examination room.
Dr. Carter sighed. “It’s not what I want to see. I’ve prescribed antihypertensives because his heart is working too hard. And his liver isn’t functioning at a hundred percent. I’m not going to prescribe anything for that yet, but he needs to take it easy, and eat well, and don’t let him anywhere near alcohol.”
The man was slightly alarmed. “He hasn’t damaged his liver that badly, has he?”
The doctor shook her head. “If he wasn’t pregnant, he would probably be fine. He’s young. But in his current condition, you’ll need to keep a close eye on him. If he has any pains, swelling, or seizures, call me right away. There’s a growing chance that this baby might not survive. And I want you to know that this is dangerous enough to Jim’s health that we could legally stop it.”
“…what?” The step father was surprised.
“It would be legal.” She looked past the silent man, to where Jim was already leaving through the clinic’s front door. She yelled at his retreating back, “I want you in here every week, Kirk!”
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In the privacy of the truck, Frank asked, “Did the doctor tell you that-”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Alright," Frank nodded, then asked, "You okay?”
“I’m fucking fine.”
Frank glared. “Watch your mouth.”
Jim glared back. “Just leave me alone!” He didn’t mention the terrible headache he had.
Frank snarled at the passing scenery, and slammed his fist on the wheel. Then he turned and yelled, “You will straighten up! And if you drink even a sip of alcohol, I will slap you so hard you won’t see straight for the next five months!”
And Frank almost did slap the sullen teen then and there, barely containing his anger. He drove home with sharp jerks of the steering wheel. Jim refused to say anything.
On to Chapter Six