♥ Preganancy scare ♥ Be afraid, be very afraid ♥ Variable aphro ♥

[mr_chekov]

It was official. She was fucked.

Pasha felt utterly sick. This couldn’t be happening. It wasn’t part of her plan. Not that being stuck in this damned place was part of her plans. But there had been ways around that, thinking of this as a sabbatical of sorts from her work with Starfleet or even a chance to properly socialise herself into ‘normal’

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[mr_chekov]

Oh. Not Merlin. It couldn't be Merlin. She couldn't dump this on his shoulders, it wouldn't be fair. Pasha nearly dropped her tricorder, but just managed, hands shaking, to turn it off, staring at Merlin with baleful eyes. She gnawed on her bottom lip. Oh hell. The little navigator could feel her eyes tearing up. Why was she crying? That didn't even make sense.

"O-Oh, hello Merlin." She found herself saying, bottom lip trembling before she promptly burst into a fit of tears.

[mr_chekov]

Chekov clung on slightly, sobbing freely into his shoulder. "M-Merlin." She managed to choke out before shaking her head slightly. "N-Not hurt, no. Just--" She couldn't say it. Pasha knew the word of course. Pregnant. She'd had to learn it for her biology courses. "Merlin, it's...I'm..." She couldn't even say it. "S-Sorry." She apologised, burying her face in his shoulder.

someone call for a gal~? /adds to our million tags

[brothercumface]

Minatsuki nearly dropped her pizza box as a small bundle of curly hair, half clothed, chubby little Russian dashed out into the hallway before her. Scoffing and drawing back for a moment, the teen raised an eyebrow, glancing first at Pasha's frazzled face, the funky thing in her hand and then... Well, Mina, who had not seen a pregnant woman in years an thus, even ad she saw the smallest of a baby belly protruding from under the other females shirt, she immediately jumped to another conclusion.

Snorting then, the brunette popped open the pizza carton and drew out a greasy cheese slice. "You know, I'd offer you some," she started, biting off the edge of the cooling slice. "But it kinda looks like you're getting a bit a weight on 'round your middle....Ass, too."

Not gonna lie, I was totally hoping you'd tag so she could have a bitchfit.

[mr_chekov]

Pasha did the most logical thing that came to her head at that moment. She threw the tricorder and it's little whurring attachment at the other girl's head, screaming profanities in her mother tongue which was quite a scary sight given how the navigator liked to keep a cool head on her shoulders. But she just couldn't help herself. She was cranky, her back hurt, her breasts hurt, she wanted to cry, her life and her career were ruined and: "It's all your fault! I hate you!" The girl screeched at the top of her lungs.

The stupid Hotel had even taken her phaser so she couldn't shoot Minatsuki for causing this. She was about to burst into tears, her blue eyes filling up rapidly, when she caught the scent of the pizza and her stomach lurched making her feel nauseous. Pasha clamped a hand over her mouth, going an odd pale green, trying to focus on not vomiting.

Lmfao. I will tag anything baby! It being Pasha was just a plus~!!

[brothercumface]

She...well, she was slightly shocked. Just...just where had that come from. A dribble of grease slithered down her chin and the teen raised an eyebrow, chewing slowly as she watched the other female explode, then seemingly implode and clutch her face. Had Mina actually put some thought into it, that symptoms should have set off some warning bells, especially when not too long ago she had been in a similar situation. But a it was, her lights were rather off.

"...the fuck?" She asked, dropping the slice and and box onto the floor gently and leaned into the others personal space. "The hell is wrong with you, horn dog?"

<< A child of these two would be an evil genius. literally.

[mr_chekov]

"I hate you." Pasha choked out, beginning to tear up properly now. Oh God. She was acting like a crazy hormonal pregnant woman. It was actually happening. Next thing she would be craving pickles and ice cream or something weird. But oh God, then there would be a baby a little boy or a little girl. A little girl would be worse, she silently and absently noted. A little girl would be so delicate and lovely and beautiful and she would have to protect her from all the bad things out there. She couldn't do that. She was only a young woman. How was she supposed to be a mother when her own had effectively abandoned her.

She raised a hand to her stomach, tears beginning to slide down her face, she couldn't do this. Pasha couldn't be a mother. That was too much. "It's all your fault. I'm pregnant." She sniffled, obviously feeling sorry for herself.