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

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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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[info]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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