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Dr. Elliot Reid (frickonastick) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-11-04 18:37:00

Who: Elliot Reid and Andy Gallagher, mention of Nine
What: One hysterical pregnancy, coming up.
When: Day 28, morning
Where: The library
Rating: Definite R for excessive fricks
Status: Complete

Elliot's breath was coming quick as she stared down at the pieces of paper clutched in her hand. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be happening. Her eyes moved over the words on the page for the hundredth time as she tried to take them in. She shook her head and moved towards the desk a few feet away where a pregnancy test with double lines stared up at her. "Frick," she whispered as she stared down at it, moving her hand down to the front of her shirt and feeling the small, but unmistakable budge there.

Her mind was spinning as she struggled to accept the fact that somehow she was two months pregnant. The lab test estimated her to be at eight weeks, which meant that there was a baby inside of her approximately the size of a kidney bean. The thought of a kidney bean made her think of JD's three alarm chili and the burning sensation in her chest she'd had the one and only time she'd ever tried it. Elliot clamped her mouth shut as her stomach lurched and she leaned against the desk.

"This can't be happening," Elliot whispered to herself as she shut her eyes and tried to stop thinking of chili, or what a mess she'd make if she actually let her stomach win, which only made it lurch again.

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brain_ninja
2009-11-05 02:42 am UTC (link)

Andy would've fought the man who'd led him to the library...if he hadn't been so fucking stoked to get the hell out of that cage. When he'd woken up, Lexie had disappeared and he could only hope that wherever she was, she was okay. But, if he'd had to sit around in the cage wondering the whole day, he'd have gone apeshit on someone. So, as much as he could've done without being marched to the library, of all places, by a complete and total stranger, it was better than sitting around in the cage worrying.

Once inside the library, his eyes immediately settled on Elliot and, so excited to see her alive, Andy didn't notice right away that she appeared not to be feeling well. Instead, he beelined to her. "Elliot! Shit, I didn't have my journal and I was locked in this friggen cage; I would've said something to let you know I was okay, but you know...no journal."

He paused and noticed that she looked as though she was going to be sick. "...you okay...?" he asked carefully, reaching up and rubbing her back gently. "You look a little green in the gills, peaches..." he added, allowing the concern to creep into his voice even if he wasn't allowing it to come through his words.

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frickonastick
2009-11-05 03:01 am UTC (link)

Elliot's head had snapped up when the door had opened and Andy slipped through it. Normally she would've been relieved to see him, except given the circumstances the sight of him made her feel even worse. She looked back down at the test and knew without a doubt that she was going to have to tell him. It wasn't like he wasn't going to see for himself eventually, anyway.

She looked up at him when he began to rub her back and shook her head. "No, I'm not okay, Andy!" She said, her panic getting the better of her. "Look," she said, picking up the pregnancy test and holding it up so that he could see it. "And look at this!" She said leaning forward and smoothing the papers out on the desk. "It's a blood test." She jabbed her finger at the results. "I'm freaking pregnant!"

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brain_ninja
2009-11-05 03:10 am UTC (link)

Elliot's response took Andy by surprise and his eyebrows raised so high his moppy bangs hid them almost completely. When she explained why she wasn't okay, Andy's eyes grew. Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, was all he could think. His stupid ass knocked up the hot blonde doctor when they were in the middle of Hell on Earth (or, for that matter, wherever the hell this was). "...shit..." was all he could come out with, and the word was drawn out slowly as he stared at the tests.

Taking a deep breath, he looked back up at her. "Okay, know what? It's okay. This is...not that bad," he said slowly, knowing damn well he was lying through his teeth. "We can do this. I can totally do this." He wasn't sure if he was trying harder to convince her or himself.

"Listen, I'm not gonna leave you hangin, if that's what you're worried about. I'm not like that. Okay? And...we'll just...I'll figure something out," he added, fumbling over his own words in his attempt to calm her down while all the while his own brain was reeling.

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frickonastick
2009-11-09 06:21 am UTC (link)

"What do you mean this isn't bad?" Elliot asked, her words tumbling out fast and so high that her voice took on a squeaky quality. She stared at Andy with wide eyes as he went on.

He seemed to trip over his words and if Elliot hadn't been in such a panic about having a baby in a place like this she would've been touched by the fact that he was promising not to leave her hanging.

"This can't even be happening," Elliot said quickly. "It says I'm two months," she said, looking down at the paper. Her hand moved to the barely visible bump under her shirt. Maybe she was imagining it. Maybe she was just bloated.

"My boobs would be bigger," she said, her eyebrows shooting up as she leaned forward and pulled her shirt down to look down at them. "Do they look bigger to you?" She felt one. "Oh God, they're tender."

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brain_ninja
2009-11-09 10:30 pm UTC (link)

Andy's eyes went wide at the squeaky, high pitched voice with which Elliot screeched back at him and he held his hands up defensively. "Okay, first of all? Breathe," he said, sounding as taken aback as he looked. He'd seen Elliot horny, relaxed, happy, sad, and completely broken, but apparently, he'd never seen her panicked. That was, until just that moment. ...and he wasn't quite sure what to make of it. "Second of all, it's really not that bad. I'm gonna get us out of here, okay? And I'm gonna take care of you. Well, you...plural..." Andy gestured with one hand between her face and her stomach. While the sentiment was sincere, the tone was awkward at best. Andy might not be anywhere near ready to be a father and he had plenty of reservations about what kind of freak his offspring would someday be, but he was willing to take on the responsibility in full.

...and then Elliot went on talking and Andy's face went slack. He was torn between relieved and disappointed, but he looked dumbfounded. "Two months?" he asked. "...it's...not mine, then..." he blurted out reflexively. Then, as soon as he realized that he'd said it out loud, his eyes widened again. "But I'll still help you out. That's what friends are for. You know? Until you can tell JD or, you know, whoever..." His eyes shifted from left to right as his brow furrowed. "I didn't mean it to come out like that," he added quickly. When he'd said it the way he had, once he'd had time to process the words again, he realized that it sounded like he was implying that she'd slept with God only knew how many people when he hadn't meant it to be an insult at all.

Elliot went on to point out that her boobs would be bigger if she was pregnant and pulled her shirt taut, asking him if they looked bigger to him. Tipping his head slightly to the right, Andy raised his eyebrows. Should he be honest or would she flip her shit if he told her they did? "...yes?" he asked more than confirmed. "I mean, no? Kinda?" he quickly tried to backpedal, because the more he looked at her chest, the less he was sure. His brow knit heavily as he looked back up at her. "E, I don't know, I'm usually too busy groping and burying my face in them to look, I'll be honest with you," he admitted ashamedly.

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frickonastick
2009-11-13 08:00 am UTC (link)

"Breathe?" Elliot practically exhaled, her eyebrows shooting up. Of course she knew she was going into crazy mode. She knew that Andy was right, she needed to calm down and think things through logically. She needed to separate herself from the issue and look at it objectively. As if it was someone else's problem and not hers...but she couldn't. "Andy!" She said, screwing up her face. "I'm pregnant for frick's sake!" She listened to him as he said he was going to take care of her, plural, and for a moment her face relaxed and her hand went up to her chest to cover her heart. It wasn't exactly what she'd been expecting to hear in a time like this, but it was sweet. So sweet, especially since the kid wasn't even his. Or was it? Elliot's face tensed again. Two months ago had been when she'd been dating Jake. Was she carrying Jake's child? But she wasn't even pregnant yesterday, so she couldn't possibly be carrying Jake, Jr. Her most recent sex partner was standing right in front of her looking suddenly dumbfounded at the news that she was two months along.

Elliot's eyes narrowed as she read his expression and her heart sank when he said it wasn't his like he was relieved. Not that she wanted to put that kind of responsibility on him, but did he have to look like he'd just dodged a bullet? "I don't know!" Elliot said, for some insane reason not wanting to let him off the hook that easily. "You've seen what this place can do. Maybe it's an accelerated pregnancy or...I don't know." He said he'd still be there but it was put out there like an afterthought, and JD's name was mentioned and Elliot felt her chest constrict. "No," she said, suddenly looking lost. She hadn't even thought of JD as a possibility until then. Jake, JD, Andy. Elliot closed her eyes and shook her head.

Elliot looked up at Andy as he started to backpedal about her boobs. She wasn't losing it,was she? They were bigger. There was a bump where her usually flat stomach was. She could feel the waist of her skirt tighter around her waist. Frustrated, Elliot reached down and pulled up her shirt. "What about now? Look at my stomach," she said, desperately needing confirmation that she wasn't making this up. "Andy," she said, meeting his eyes. "I think it's real. I think this is really happening. It's not supposed to happen this way," she said, her eyes begging him to do something. "I mean there's supposed to be prenatal vitamins, sonograms, I'm supposed to have a frickin' glow!" She moved closer to him. "And there's an epidural, Lamaze classes, Baby Gap...a husband, or at least significant other." She sniffed, feeling the tears building up. "I can't do this."

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brain_ninja
2009-11-14 01:24 am UTC (link)

Andy's hands remained up in the defensive mode and his eyebrows raised just slightly as he tried to keep a straight face and not panic right along with her. "Yes, breathe. I know. I heard you, but it'll be okay. I swear to God, Elliot, it'll be okay," he insisted calmly. Or, rather, as calmly as he could manage. He took a deep breath and relaxed when she did, at least a little. It was difficult to see her this way, because he knew that there were plenty more thoughts in her head right then than she'd probably ever share and if she wasn't going to share, he'd never be able to help. Helpless, yeah, that was, in a word, how he felt just then.

When Elliot's eyes narrowed, Andy's widened. Shit, he'd upset her. He hadn't meant to upset her with his confusion. She hadn't, after all, looked or seemed - or been - pregnant yesterday and now she was two months? "Okay, okay, we'll just..." Andy paused. "You know what? We'll just act like it is. Maybe it is. I don't know, you're right, this place is fucked up. So okay, I'm kind of a fuck up, but I could be a dad, right? I'm not so bad. I'll give up the pot and it'll be fine. I'm a responsible guy mostly," he said, feeling his chest constrict with worry. He was telling her that he could do it, but that didn't mean he believed a single word of what he was saying to her. Giving up weed? Being a father when he could barely even take care of himself? Shit, he wouldn't be able to take care of himself at all in the real world if it weren't for his mind thing. ...oh God, and that. If it was his, would it be a freak, too?

Elliot pulled her shirt up and asked him to look at her stomach and obediently, Andy did so. She was right. There was definitely a bump there that he hadn't noticed before and as much as Andy didn't like to consider himself shallow, he'd have noticed that. He definitely would have. "Yeah," he confirmed, looking down. "Yeah, I think maybe you're not wrong." The way she was looking at him when she said it wasn't supposed to happen that way; there was supposed to be check ups and vitamins and baby shopping...broke his heart.

Andy took a step closer to her and took her face gently in his hands after brushing her hair back. "Hey...you know what? Maybe I'm not your husband or boyfriend or anything, but I'm someone. And yeah, the thrift shop isn't Baby Gap, but there's gotta be clothes in there. Lexie's got some equipment, right? Maybe they'll drop a sonogram machine thingie or whatever off at the gym for her. There's a whole pharmacy full of stuff, there's gotta be prenatal vitamins. And for what it's worth, I always think you glow, gorgeous, so see? It's not that bad. It's makeshift, but we can do it," he said with a small smile, looking her in the eye as he said it. "Okay?"

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frickonastick
2009-11-14 02:41 pm UTC (link)

She was still thinking about the fact that she might be carrying JD's baby when Andy spoke again. Elliot stared at him as he called himself a fuck up and said he'd give up pot. Her face softened into a look of tenderness as she shook her head. "Andy..." She started, taking a deep breath. "Thank you," she said, biting her lip. "You're not a fuck up, but you are right, we don't know if it's yours. You don't have to do anything." She looked down. "I'm just freaking out. I just don't know how to deal with this. I don't know anything about being a mother except what I know from my own, which won't really come in handy unless I want to give the baby a crippling sense of self doubt, a distorted self image or hire a Manny."

Andy moved closer and took her face in his hands. She listened to him as he said he was someone. He was right. In this place he was her someone, even if she couldn't tell him that in those words. Sometimes she wanted more even though she had no right to ask for it, even though she knew if things ever fell apart there'd be no place to get away from it. She let out a small half laugh, half sob when he said that maybe they'd drop a sonogram machine in the gym for her. She could just imagine it literally dropping from the sky and crushing some innocent bystander, her waddling too and from the gym, giving birth in a locker room. She shuddered and closed her eyes, feeling her tears spill over. She felt sick to her stomach again, this time with worry. "Andy," she said softly, opening her eyes and looking at him when he called her gorgeous. "You're saying all the right things and I love you for it, but that doesn't change the fact that someday, I don't know if it's soon or months away, I'm supposed to push a baby out of my bajingo."

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brain_ninja
2009-11-14 03:44 pm UTC (link)

While Elliot had, perhaps, meant to let Andy off the hook, when she told him that he didn't have to do anything and agreed that it might not be his, all she managed to do was make Andy feel rejected. He looked down and nodded. Whatever she wanted. If she wanted him to help, he would. If she wanted him to screw off, he would. As she went on talking, he looked up again and gave a weak smile. "If it makes you feel better, my dad wasn't Father of the Year, so I'd be walking in blind, too," he replied. The fact that she had rejected him, whether intentional or not, still stung and the smile didn't quite reach his eyes, even when he tried to force it. If she didn't want his help, there wasn't anything he could do to change her mind and trying would only upset her more, he thought.

So, when she went on to say that he was telling her all the right things and she'd started to cry - or rather, it looked that way; Andy wasn't sure what the hell was going on anymore - he was confused even more. "I'm not just saying, Elliot," he said in a low voice, looking away from her again as he let his hands fall away from her face. Great, he'd always be just a fuck up. Good old Andy. Pot-smoking, joke-telling, hiding-behind-a-mask-of-silly Andy wouldn't be anything more than that to anyone. Because if anyone was going to see him as something more mature and responsible, it would be Elliot, and she couldn't see it. Maybe he was lying to himself when he saw it.

"You and your bajingo," he replied with a huff and another smile that didn't meet his eyes. He shook his head and looked back up at her. "You know...millions of women do it. Babies are born every day, and not all of them in hospitals, right? So, for what it's worth, I'm here, I'll be here, and whatever you need or want, just tell me."

That was all he could do or say. Mainly because before he really realized what was going on, he was being dragged off again. So much as he tried to fight the person pulling him away from Elliot - and out the door - Andy's head was mush and it didn't occur to him to try the mind thing. He was weaker than the man yanking him along, and they hadn't gotten more than a few yards before Andy relented and followed, too tired to fight; too exhausted to run.

And then he was back in the cage, alone - where the hell's Doc Lex? - to mull over the events. He'd have to find a way out and back to Elliot and soon before she doubted even more that he could be there for her. But first, he needed to sleep off the shock.

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