VFF The Book Continues Part 6

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GRAYSONCORNWELL

Friday, March 27, 2009 9:51 PM

Siringo Estate

Getting updated information, Grayson arrived directly at the Siringo estate. He hated slavers. Had more than one of his loved one touched by slavers in one way or another.

The estate was abandoned. With bodies littering the tarmac and interior rooms, he knew Siringo wouldn't be back for a while. He'd let the authorities clean up the mess and after a bit, he'd slip back into this location and resume business as usual. It was common practice, especially as you moved further away from the Core. Granted Newhall was a border planet, but with the population so widely spread out (living on small island chains and floating ocean towns), it made the task of keeping slavers from repopulating their previous sites almost impossible.

Grayson walked up to the lead investigator, showed his credentials and started asking questions.

"What's the body count?" he asked.

"About a dozen give or take," the investigator said. "We've been through the 2nd and 3rd floor. One thing is that it all seems to be Siringo's people. Haven't seen anyone other than uniformed guards."

"Well, that's good," Grayson commented.

Another guard came up to the two of them, with a large CorePad in his hands.

"We have a feed on the whole thing," he announced as he turned it on.

Grayson moved so he could look over the shoulder of the lead investigator.

"Here's where it starts," he guard said.

What Grayson saw caused his mouth to go dry. Oram, abbey and an unknown man walk into the entryway.

"Rutting Hell," he whispered.

ABBEYGIRL

Saturday, March 28, 2009 4:45 AM

When they docked her shuttle, everyone went their own way. abbey went out on the catwalk just outside her shuttle and waited. She waited for Colt and Mobbex to return. She wanted to get off this rock as fast as possible. The day's events were overwhelming.

Sky helped Oram to wherever she wanted to go before taking up guard at the door. She was armed and waiting for anything to go wrong, but hoping that the Captain and Mobbex would return without notice shortly.

Wash was waiting anxiously on the bridge. She was more than ready to leave Newhall. The planet had not done the crew any favors. They had in fact lost a member of the crew there. Although it was comforting that Stan was merely injured and was expecting to recover sooner or later.

Spots was in the engine room, making final repairs. Every once in a while he would stop and look at the file they had found with his sister's information in it. Just reading it gave him the renewed resolve to keep looking for her. The find had boosted his morale.

Brit was hovering at the entrance of the passenger dorms alternately looking out of the cargo bay doors and up at abbey. She had the most perplexed look on her face.

After a while, Colt and Mobbex finally arrived. They were riding of all things, a tandem bike. It was actually quite comical. She smiled as Sky closed the bay doors, hit the comm and announced to Wash that all crew members were aboard. abbey felt the ship take off almost immediately.

Still weary from the ordeal at the Estate and the time she spent in the water, she turned to retire to her shuttle. She closed and locked the door behind her and was heading to the bed, when she paused to look at herself in the mirror.

She looked at herself for the longest time. Finally, tears started to stream down her face. Things had gone wrong. Horribly wrong. And she didn't know how to fix it.

Stressed, exhausted and emotionally raw, she collapsed onto the bed, wrapped herself up in her blanket and sobbed.

COLT99

Monday, March 30, 2009 4:59 AM

Abbey dried her tears and touched up her make up. She was tired, physically and mentally. She just wanted things to feel normal again. Or at least what past for normal on the Book.
She decided to go to the galley and get a something to eat.
She had just sat down to a bowl of warm soup when Colt walked into the room.

Colt: Hi Punkin.

Abbeys hands moved to her stomach instinctivly: What are you implying?

He spun a chair around backwards and straddeled it.

Colt: Huh? Nothing just trying out a new endearing nickname s'all. How ya feeling?

Abbey: Comparing me to a bloated goard is endearing?

Colt: Well I didn't mean it like...

Abbey: Why not tubby?

Colt standing back up: Easy now. I didn't mean To rub you the wrong way.

Abbey mumbeling to herself: We already rubbed the wrong way.

Colt: What was that?

Abbey: Nothing. Why don't we NOT talk right now.

Colt getting angry: Look I just came in to see how you were. Your acting like I came in poking you with a stick.

Abbey: I think you have poked enough (She stands and gets right in Colts face) I cannot believe this is happening.

Colt clueless: I cant either. Did Brit hold some kinda "How to be crazy" class I don't know about.

Abbey: Maybe she did. She just knew you didn't need it.

She grabbed her bowl, walked over to the recycler and dumped out the contents before tossing the bowl into the sink.

Colt utterly confused: How bout I go out, come back in and we try this again?

Abbey: I got a better idea. How bout I go out and just don't come back.

She pushed past Colt in a huff and headed out the door almost knocking Mobbex over as she leaves.

Mobbex to Colt: What ya do this time?

Colt: Nothing. Just walked in here and she lit into me.

Mobbex: You do have that way about you.

Colt shot Mobbex a look that the merc dismissed with a easy grin.

Colt walked past him and towards Abbeys shuttle: And to think I used to like this job.

ABBEYGIRL

Monday, March 30, 2009 5:28 AM

Colt entered abbey's shuttle unannounced.

"I didn’t say you could come in," she said flatly.

She turned her back to him, busying herself by straightening up the room. Colt thought that was odd since the place was as neat as a pin, even with the trip to the hospital a few hours ago.

"I didn’t plan on asking," he told her. "We have to talk."

"I'm not in the mood," abbey huffed, obviously avoiding him. She'd been fluffing the same pillow repeatedly.

"I could tell that," Colt answered. "I’m not an idiot."

abbey snorted at his comment. Colt went up to her and turned her to face him. He decided to get straight to the point.

"I don't know what is going on in your head, but I do know that whatever it is, I think I can help."

"I don’t want to talk about it right now," abbey said, pushing him away. "Not with anyone and most of all, not with you. I've had enough drama for the day."

"So this does have to do with me?" Colt surmised. When abbey didn't answer, he continued. "You know, I have done some pretty dumb things in the past when it has come to you, but I am sure as hell that this time I didn't cause it!"

abbey snorted again.

"You didn't cause it?"

"Yes. I'm sure!" Colt maintained.

"Whatever," abbey whispered as she kept fluffing the same pillow. "Just leave me alone."

Colt took the pillow from her hand and tossed it away from her.

"WHAT. IS. YOUR. PROBLEM?" he yelled at her.

"I THINK I'M PREGNANT!" abbey yelled back at him, moving a bit forward into his personal space.

She quickly clapped her hand over her mouth as they looked into each other’s eyes. Both of them fell silent and time seemed to come to a complete halt. Finally Colt came out of shock enough to ask a question.

"You wha-?"

"I think I'm pregnant," abbey said softly as she walked over and picked up the pillow he had tossed aside.

Colt stood rooted in place as he tried to process what she just said.

"You wha-?"

abbey went back to straightening things again, trying to busy herself, not wanting to see his reaction.

"I'm late," she explained.

Colt crossed the room and turned her to face him again.

"Define 'late'," he asked, getting more alarmed by the passing moment.

"Oh God, oh God, what have we done?" abbey answered, sarcastically.

COLT99

Monday, March 30, 2009 5:46 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by abbeygirl:

"Define 'late'," he asked, getting more alarmed by the passing moment.

"Oh God, oh God, what have we done?" abbey answered, sarcastically.

Colt: ahhh.....so......your late......ahhh....

abbey nodded.

Colt: ahhh.....so......your late?

abbey nodded again.

Colt: ahhh.....so......your...

abbey: Do you think repeating it is going to change the outcome?

Colt leaned against the wall, his legs were having a hard time holding him up.
Colt: No..I suppose it won't...but your sure your late?

abbey: Your doing it again

Colt: Sorry...has the Doc checked you out?

abbey: I was...waiting.

Colt: Think that would change the outcome?

Abbey smiled: No I guess it won't.

Colt: Well let's go see it she's up to checking you over.

ABBEYGIRL

Tuesday, March 31, 2009 2:16 PM

OOC: Made colors for everyone involved in the post for easier reading.

Colt made his way down to the infirmary with abbey in tow. He looked around, expecting Oram to be there, but she wasn’t.

“She’s wouldn’t be here, Colt,” abbey reminded him.

“Why the Hell not?” he asked with a frantic edge to his voice. “I’m paying her to be the doc on this boat!”

“She was injured pretty bad at the Estate. Let’s check her room.”

“Yeah,” Colt said quietly. “Injured. I guess there is that.”

They went to Oram’s room and she was indeed there, but she was sleeping. They entered and Colt closed the door behind them.

“Doc? We need a little help from you,” Colt said to her. Oram snored a bit and didn’t answer him. “Doc?”

Oram stirred, but went back to sleep.

“DOC!” Colt yelled at her while slapping her foot. Her foot fell off the bed with a thud and she roused while Colt peeked out the door, checking the hallway for passers by.

“What?” Oram asked, her speech slightly slurred by pain medication, plus being brought out of a nice slumber. Oram looked up and eyed the couple. They both looked a little green. “What’s up?”

“We need your help with something,” abbey told her.

“Not feeling well?”

“You could say that,” Colt said as abbey turned and glared at him. He saw her and looked down at the floor.

“Spill it. I can use a distraction,” Oram spoke, regarding the two a little closer. Then she added sarcastically. “Oh wait… I was sleeping. That was a distraction.”

abbey took a deep breath before answering.

“I’m late,” she admitted, looking down at the floor.

“What? I couldn’t hear you,” Oram asked, sitting up a little straighter.

“I’m late,” abbey said a little louder.

In shock, Oram sat up all the way, wincing as she did.

“You’re what?”

“Gorram it, doc!” Colt impatiently exclaimed. “We think she’s pregnant!”

“You’re what?” Oram repeated, still shocked. “How did this happen?”

“You’re the doctor,” abbey glared. “I hope I don’t have to explain the mechanics to you.”

“You two?” Oram started giggling as she pointed back and forth between the two.

“Doc, no need to discuss our relationship right now…” Colt started.

“We have a relationship?” abbey questioned, turning to him.

Colt motioned towards her stomach.

“Isn’t that obvious given the reason why we are visiting the good doctor?”

abbey glared at him again.

“Aren’t you on the shot?” Oram asked, breaking the tension with medical questions.

“Yes,” abbey answered.

“It can happen,” Oram confirmed. “There are reported cases where people have become pregnant on the shot.”

“They should tell people about that,” Colt mumbled. Oram and abbey ignored his remark.

“How late are you?”

“About four weeks.”

Oram looked at abbey, a little annoyed that abbey had been hiding it that long.

“Is that bad?”

Both abbey and Oram gave him a dirty look.

“How you feeling?”

“Nauseous. Tired. Moody. A bit dizzy at times,”

“Is that bad?” Colt asked again, earning him another loo

WASHRULESBABY

Monday, April 6, 2009 3:37 PM

( sorry guys my internet was down)

*** starts up the engines , hits the comm***

everyone one board? Were to capt?

*** thinks to myself what the hell took them so long.***

I am a leaf on the wind

ABBEYGIRL

Thursday, April 9, 2009 9:25 PM

In Oram's Bedroom

abbey suddenly stood up.

"How can this be happening?" she asked aloud.

"We don't know if anything is happening," Colt answered, still clutching to the hope that the test would be negative.

"But the home tests... Jesus, Colt! I took twelve of them!"

"Let's not jump to any conclusions yet-"

"TWELVE OF THEM, COLT!"

The room got unnaturally silent for a minute before abbey spoke.

"I can't deal with this right now," she said as she started towards the door.

Colt caught her by the wrist and stood up.

"We're gonna have to. One way or t'other."

abbey looked up into his eyes.

"It will complicate things."

"Well, when our whole thing started I told you it would be complicated," Colt reminded her.

He didn't know that she wasn't talking about their relationship, she was talking about her past. Right now, she was so freaked out that she entertained the thought of calling Grayson, but decided that she would wait for confirmation and then deal with it.

"But then again," Colt continued. "When I was talking about complicated, I was thinking more along the lines of the crew finding out and being the subject of numerous jokes at our expense."

That actually got a smile out of abbey. Colt let go of her wrist and instead took her hand in his.

"Like I said. I'll be there every step of the way, no matter what."

The tenseness and emotion of this situation, combined with the ordeal from the Estate, was getting to her. She couldn't think. And he was being so nice to her. Her eyes traced from their hands up his arm.

Those arms. She thought back to all the times when he held her with them: when they had been kidnapped and she nearly died during a drug induced asthma attack, the port shuttle the first time they were together and all the other times...

Her eyes moved up to his. She couldn't think and she could barely breathe now.

"Are you OK?" he asked, a concerned look furrowing his brow.

She didn't know why she did it, but she did. She launched herself into his arms and kissed him. She might have been horribly embarassed by the lack of focus on their current situation if it weren't for the fact that Colt wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back.

Then they heard Oram shuffling back towards them. Quickly they parted.

"Um... Sorry..." abbey started. "I didn't mean..."

"Yeah... Well..." Colt stammered.

Before Oram returned, they sat back down in their original position, their finger's relacing through the other's to wait for what could possibly be the most important news of their lives.

ORAM

Sunday, April 12, 2009 7:33 AM

*muttering to herself about being woken from her sleep, Oram shuffled to a nearby cortex link and sent a wave to Dr Garner’s office. Shifting a yawn and the fuzziness that came with the headache Oram curled herself more into the seat as she waited for the Doctor to answer. After a moment or two, she did just that.*

Jacey *eyes widening*: What are you doing up? You should be resting.

*Oram shrugged to herself, and shifted a yawn.*

Oram: I was, but then I was told to get up and wave you. Did you run a pregnancy test on Abbey when we were there?

Jacey *ruffles through paperwork*: Yes, but I don’t think she even looked at it. We found it shoved under the pillow on the gurney she was on.

Oram: Well, they’re ready to hear the results now.

Jacey: They?

Oram: Her and the Captain.

Jacey: I knew it! One look at those two fighting and I knew it had to be him. Then again, my judgment has been a little off; I also thought he was a slaver who was trying take the two of you away.

Oram started to laugh, but it hurt.

Oram: You thought wha-? Ow… No laughing, that hurts.

Jacey: But after that, I knew just by the way the talked that it was him.

*Oram thought back to past encounters between Abbey and the Captain and wondered how none of them onboard ever caught on. There were times when Oram had suspicions, but nothing concrete.*

Oram: Well what were the results?

Jacey: I never looked. I wanted her to do that. I’ll have records send them over to you though.

Oram *fidgeting painfully*: OK. I’ll be waiting.

*Oram ended the wave and sat gingerly on a nearby chair. A baby would really change Abbey’s life. And Colt’s. If Abbey ever had to relocate in a hurry, it would make things very complicated. Oram knew that if Abbey was indeed pregnant, she would have to call Grayson so he would be able to anticipate any needs that might arise. She wasn’t looking forward to making that phone call, but it still had to be done. Grayson was going to have a hissy fit.*

*Oram heard the chime of the wave arriving. She pressed the print button and waited for it to print. Without looking at it, she carried it back to her room where the couple sat.*

Oram *holding up the report*: I have the results.

*Abbey and Colt stand to hear the results. Abbey’s hand gripped Colt’s.*

Abbey *hopeful*: Well?

*Oram looks down at the report, then up at them, then back at the report.*

Colt *impatiently*: Gorram it, Doc! What’s it say?

*Oram smiled as she looked Colt full in the face.*

Oram: Well, Daddy-

*That’s all she got out before he turned white as a sheet and passed out on the floor. Abbey looked down at him, burst into tears and ran out of the room.*

Oram *yelling after Abbey*: Wait!

She looked down at Colt and quickly ascertained that he’d be OK. Knowing that she was in no condition to run after the pregnant gamer, she lay down on her bed and waited for Colt to wake up.