Scribes Tale: The Birds and the Bees...

Long time no hear, I know, I know...this is a little tale (the beginning
of one at least) that I thought up due to my own current
circumstances...it's not related to any current tales and only loosely
related to past tales...anyway, if there is conflict between this one and
some of the past or current tales, forgive me, I have not had a chance to
go through everything since my return to the Harem...

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I was having a bad day, although saying that it was bad was really
the understatement of the millennium. No, it was more like one of the
worst days I had endured since the whole ordeal with ol' Fart Brained
Fish Face several weeks back. Hell, I thought I would never get over
*that* incident, my mental faculties at least, but I did and things had
settled down - relatively speaking - within the Harem since then.
Today, however, was to take the cake of bad days since that
incident, and the thought of it riddled me as I strolled along the Harem
corridors at the undoomly hour of ... of ... well it was pretty damn
late, I knew that much.
I briefly wondered if I was simply destined to fall upon bad luck,
and should resign myself to that fact, or if perhaps the Gods or God or
whatever simply had it in for me? But, then I realized that fate
probably had very little to do with the situation. After all, the
problem had been building for weeks, perhaps as long as a month, and I
simply chose to ignore it, deny it, shake my finger at it angrily as if
that would make it go away.
Of course, it didn't go away, and it ultimately compounded - much to
my disgruntled dismay.
There was no denying that I had been out of sorts for a while now;
one moment I would be hollering at Kree, or Ram-O, or Lance, or even,
Lotor and the next I would be begging for them either pleasure me or
console me. I had even fallen asleep during what was supposed to be a
rousing encounter with the healthy Prince of Doom - much to his ranting
and raving. And I didn't even have enough wits about me to feign illness
and get myself off the hook!
Now, however, I was ill, truly ill, and this was the fourth
consecutive day of illness, making this the worst of all the previous
days as far as how I felt and how I acted toward those I had run across
throughout the day.
A bad day indeed, or realistically a bad week or two or three...
I sighed. Heavily.
I had thought earlier to wait an additional few days before seeking
medical advice from Sarah, but this morning I had barely managed to rip
myself from my bed, and the only reason I managed that was for fear that
I would heave up the night before's midnight snack all over my pretty
satin bedsheets. And, everyone in the Harem knows how much I adore
cleaning up *that* kind of a mess.
Ick - and that's putting it lightly.
So now I was on my way to see the good doctor and as luck would have
it, she appeared to be available at this undoomly hour, for I could see
the light streaming out from her office a few scant feet down the
corridor. And, just as luck would - also - have it, I felt my belly
tighten in protest to the light meal I had ingested only about an hour
ago. I could imagine that my face was turning quite green, and when I
finally reached the entrance to Sarah's office, the bile was silently
awaiting release from my throat.
Sarah, for her part, merely looked up from her cluttered desk and
granted me a rather quirky look, not quite surprise and not quite
expectation. I granted her the shallowest of smiles, then proceeded to
walk by her desk and enter the bathroom in complete silence, abruptly
relieving my tortured belly of its contents.
I sighed again - heavily again - as I washed my face, frowned at my
reflection, and returned to Sarah's office.
"Sarah," I began, plopping tiredly into a chair near the bathroom,
"I think I caught a bug."
Sarah studied me a moment, then slowly rose from her own seat and
crossed over to hover over me in her usual pensive way. "Indeed," she
muttered. "Let me guess your symptoms. Nausea, vomiting, mood swings,
fatigue, achy muscles, sore breasts and a severe need to urinate every
few minutes or so."
I nodded listlessly, but Sarah spoke before I had a chance to do
more or say anything - like how she could tell just by looking at me what
my exact symptoms were.
"Pregnancy is like that, Moonie."
I blinked up at her for a single silent moment then sighed heavily
yet again. "Sarah, there is no way I can be pregnant. You of all people
should know that. After all, you are the one who gives the Scribes their
birth control shots, and you know very well that I have *never* missed
one of my shots. Ever."
She nodded slowly, then clasped her hands together. "Yes, I know,
but the shot is not 100% effective. It was only a matter of time before
it failed in one of the Scribes - especially if you consider how *active*
you and the rest of the girls are."
I groaned, then in a voice so pitiful it made me flush with
embarrasement, "But, Sarah! Why me? I mean, some of the other Scribes
are much more active than I am!"
Sarah smiled slowly, "That may be true, Moonie, but it doesn't
neccessarily put them at a higher risk than you. But, before we get too
carried away, let's go ahead and find out if you are truly pregnant.
It's possible that you're not and the symptoms that you are suffering
from are indeed flu related." She walked over to a nearby cabinet and
pulled a little plastic cup from its confines, then handed it to me. "I
believe that you know what to do with this."
I nodded and took the plastic cup - a cup that seemed to glare up at
me malevolently - into the bathroom, granting Sarah the desired specimen,
then handing it to her once I returned to the room.
She had pulled a pregnancy testing stick from the cabinet and
proceeded to dip it into the little cup. "It will take three minutes..."
She let the rest of her words die on her lips as the stick immediately
started turning blue. "Actually, it only truly takes three minutes when
you aren't pregnant. Positive results notoriously show up within
moments. I should know." She smiled at me. "Congratulations, Moonie,
you're pregnant."

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There ya go. Moonie is pregnant, just like me in real life. Hey, after
all, why should I have all the fun, eh?

Forgive my rustiness and feel free to pick this tale up - after all, we
have to discover who the father is, now don't we...

Eenie, meenie, mineie, moe, is the father Lotor, Lance, Kree, or maybe
Ram-O?
Eenie, meenie, mineie, moe, maybe it's a guy we don't even know!

But, please, try not to torture Moonie by making the kid either Zarkon's
or one of his lecherous guards from the incident several weeks back - I
mean, hell, she had to have had a period since then - right? Right?

RIGHT?!?

*wink wink*

Moonie - GOP

P.S. Please excuse typos.
Scribes Tale: The Birds and the Bees - 2...

Guess I will add on here a bit, cause I am bored...

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Congratulations.
The word itself was scarier than the rest of the sentence it had
connected itself to, but I was sure that had Sarah uttered the words:
'Congratulations, it's a pap smear', I probably would not have reacted
with such fear. Hell, I might have even chuckled if she had said
something so ridiculous. However, she hadn't. Nope. She had said I was
having a baby.
Me.
Having a baby.
Me.
I shook my head in disbelief, then repeated her statement with a
little less enthusiasm and a lot more shock. "Congratulations, I'm having
a baby."
Sarah hastily began bustling about the office, doing only Doom knows
what, and spouting off questions that I am sure were directed at me but
which I inadvertantly ignored due to obvious self-absorbtion. Finally,
however, after a lengthy period of non-response from me, she came to
hover over me once more.
"Moonsilk." She said my name with a firmness that was not uncommon,
and placed her hands on her hips, striking a very authorative pose. "Are
you paying attention here?"
I blinked up at her with a blank expression.
She frowned.
"Um, I'm sorry, Sarah," I said apologetically, not exactly knowing
what I should say.
"You know, having a baby isn't the end of the world, Moonie," she
said quietly, her tone becoming much more subdued and soothing despite
the frown on her lips. "And, eventually all of the Scribes would have
been taken off the shot..."
"I thought only a few of us would have been taken off the shot." I
said, cutting her off with a wavering voice. "And, once a Scribe is
taken off the shot, isn't she only supossed to be bedding Lotor?"
"Well, only a few at a time, yes. And, you are right about Lotor
being the only person allowed to become intimate with the Scribe under
those circumstances," Sarah agreed with a nod. "But, whose to say that
you wouldn't have been one of the first?"
I shook my head then sighed some more. "But I wasn't taken off of
the shot, and...and..." My voice cracked into a hoarse sound and I paused
to clear my throat. "Sarah, it's not likely that this baby is Lotor's..."
"And, why not?" She asked, drowning out the rest of my statement. "I
do believe that he has been spending quite a bit of time in your company
as of late, has he not?"
I shrugged. "I suppose, but so has Ram-O, Lance, and Kree has come
by a few times as well..." I broke off and shook my head, rubbing my
temples with trembling fingertips. "Sarah, if this baby isn't Lotor's...I
mean, if it's someone elses...I will have to leave the Harem. I can't
possibly see him finding value in me if I bore a child to any man other
than him." My lips trembled as I spoke and I was so close to tears that I
thought I might break down at any moment.
"Now, now, Moonie, don't get yourself all worked up." Sarah patted
my shoulder in a comforting manner. "Lotor is not so horrible as to cast
you out just because the shot failed. It's not as if you planned to
become pregnant. He will understand that. Besides, there may be nothing
to worry about at all. He has just as much of a chance of being the
baby's father as any of the rest of the men you have encountered over the
last month or so."
I nodded, but there was little conviction in the movement.
"Now," she continued, "I would like to draw some blood, and examine
you." She smiled, a glint of excitement over the prospect of my having a
baby seeming to sparkle in her eyes. "We have to make sure that the new
addition is settled in properly and the blood will be our guide in
pinpointing your exact due date as well as deciphering who the father is."
I swallowed and nodded my agreement to her proposal, then rose from
the chair and let her guide me into one of the examination rooms.
"Sarah?" I said as I settled onto the examination table and prepared to
change into one of the lovely hospital gowns that seemed to be a
requirement not only on my native earth, but on every other planet I had
ever visited.
"Yes?"
"Will you do something for me?"
She granted me another quirky look, similar to the one she had given
me when I initially entered her office. "It depends on what it is you
would have me do."
I hesitated for only a moment, then, in a quiet voice, "Would you
keep the father of the baby between us...I mean, at least until I can..."
I trailed off and shook my head. "I don't even know what I'm saying,
Sarah. I just...I don't know what I'm going to do now."
"You're going to have a baby, Moonie. That's what you are going to
do," Sarah said succinctly. (sp?) "And, no matter who the baby's father
is - you are going to love it, and no one will think less of you for
doing so. Now, put the gown on and let me know when you are ready for me
to begin the examination."
She left the room then, and I could feel the blood rushing by my
ears with a stark clarity that left my nerves tingling with dread.

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Alrighty...that's it from me for now...feel free to continue the tale as
you see fit...if it strikes your fancy...and feel free as well to pick
the father of the baby, since I am not willing to do it at the
moment...be kind though, please...and gentle...heh...

Moonie - GOP

P.S. Please excuse typos - again. Shanx...
Scribes Tale: The Birds and the Bees - 3...

This installment is rather flat and dry, but oh well...I'm fighting an
ear infection, so that's my excuse - hehehe...please excuse typos...

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When I left Sarah's office, I was dead on my feet. It was obvious
that pregnancy took its toll on the body, and even though my stomach had
settled somewhat, I was loathe to eat anything more, knowing that I would
probably be tasting it again shortly thereafter.
The halls were quiet, and I assumed that most of the Scribes were
holed up in their rooms for the night, so I took the opportunity to slink
through the corridors uninfringed and ponder what Sarah had told me.
She had said that I was approximately four weeks pregnant, which was
probably fairly accurate, since I was due for my period again in less
than a week. She had also told me that it was fairly normal for a woman
to have a light period even if she is already pregnant - which I had.
That small factor had led me to believe that my symptoms were related to
a flu bug of some sort rather than pregnancy. Silly me.
I sighed and frowned.
The last thing Sarah had told me after she finished the examination
was that she would know who the father was by tomorrow afternoon, and to
drop by her office for the results. That, of course, was the one thing I
was dreading most about the whole situation. I supposed that a part of
me was happy that I was pregnant, but at the moment, that part of me was
stifled beneath a layer of fearful dread of what was yet to come.
Never in my life did I believe that I would become pregnant and not
know who the father was, and a part of me could not help but feel sorry
for the baby growing in my womb - a baby that was such a surprise to me
that I could not even pin point his or her heritage.
The idea did nothing to help my sullen mood, and made my belly roil
anew.
When footsteps fell upon my ears sometime later, I was so absorbed
in my own self-pity that I barely noticed the newcomer until it was
nearly too late. I pulled up just short of bumping into them and lifted
my gaze from the floor to smile at Samara.
"Hello Moonie," she said in her soft voice, granting me a small,
warm smile.
I steeled myself and returned her smile.
"What are you doing out and about so late?" she asked, still smiling.
I shrugged casually. "Couldn't sleep. Just one of those nights, I
guess."
Samara studied me a moment, then quirked what appeared to be a
knowing eyebrow. "No male callers tonight?" She smiled anew, a glint in
her eyes.
I chuckled softly, the very idea of what she was suggesting striking
me queerly humorous. "None tonight. I am guessing that they have their
hands full elsewhere."
She chuckled softly as well, then shook her head. "Well, I would
keep you company, but for some reason, I feel that you would rather be
alone..." She let the statement trail off with a questioning inflection.
I sighed inwardly and nodded almost imperceptibly. "Probably," I
agreed, knowing that if I spent too much time in Samara's presence, I
would probably end up giving myself away, and that was something I didn't
want to do just yet. Eventually, there would be no hiding it, but I
guessed that I had at least three months before I was unable to hide it
any longer. I was planning on using those three months to my advantage.
I hoped.
Samara nodded and smiled warmly once more, then brushed by me and
continued down the hall. I let out a pent up breath without even
realizing that I had been holding my breath and continued through the
corridors, a fatigued restlessness invading my muscles.
When I finally decided that it was high time I returned to my room
to try and get some sleep, I was surprised to hear several familiar male
voices drifting out into the corridor from that general vicinity.
I frowned to myself and approached the room carefully, listening and
pinpointing who the voices belonged to before I pushed the door open and
crossed the threshold.
"Hello Henry," I said as I entered, mustering a smile.
Henry grinned broadly and rose from the foot of my bed where he had
been sitting and conversing with Lance, and Keith.
"Hi Moon," Keith said, as Henry crossed the room to pull me into one
of his famous bear hugs.
"Hi Keith," I said with whatever breath Henry had deemed to leave me
as the hug continued.
Lance rose from the plush chair I had placed before the window and
strolled over to where Henry and I stood, one of his famous lopsided
grins curling his lips upward in a very seductive manner. When he spoke,
his tone was warm and husky. "Hi, Moon."
I extricated myself from Henry's embrace and returned Lance's smile,
secretly wondering if the baby growing inside of me belonged to him.
And, if so, how would he take the news? I pushed back the thought.
"What are you guys doing here?" I asked, feigning happy surprise.
Henry beamed. "Well, we are on a brief vacation, and thought we'd
pop by and visit. After all, we don't really have anything better to do
with our time, and it's always quite an adventure when we come avisiting."
I shook my head and quirked an eyebrow. "Indeed it is. How long
will you be staying?"
Lance sidled up beside me and slipped an arm about my waist. "How
long will you have us?" He all but breathed the words, and I couldn't
help the shiver that raced up my spine in response.
I shook my head again and rolled my eyes. "Seriously..." I trailed
off meaningfully.
Henry smiled in response. "Three days..."
"Which means I better go hunt down Gina," Keith cut in rising from
his seat on the right side of my bed and grinning devilishly. "After all,
three days is not very much time to spend in her..." He cleared his
throat, "good graces."
Henry and Lance chuckled in unison as Keith brushed by our little
clustered group and vanished into the corridor.
"He's a glutton for punishment," Henry said wryly, then took my arm
and led me over to the bed, sitting me down, then plopping down beside
me. "So, what's new? I haven't seen you for nearly two months now."
I swallowed down an urge to sarcastically point out my pregnancy,
then shrugged casually. "Oh, nothing much. Same ol' same ol'."
"Miss us?" Lance asked, settling down on my opposite side.
I grinned despite my growing discomfort, and the sense of
clausterphobia that was suddenly playing pinball with my nerves. "Always."
"In that case, why don't you get lost, Hunk, so Moon and I can
reaquaint ourselves." Lance wriggled his eyebrows in Henry's general
direction, and I couldn't help but chuckle at the look af murder that
suddenly displayed itself on the big man's face. It was a well known
fact that although Henry agreed to let me lead my own life, he definitely
did not approve of me being so closely aquainted with Lance. His
reactions to the situation never failed to amuse me. Lucky for me, I
suppose, Henry didn't spend too much time pondering the idea of my being
intimate with Lotor. At least if he did, he didn't talk about it, and I
doubt that I ever wanted to see him talk about it.
"Actually, I did promise to stop by and visit briefly with Samara,"
Hunk said, his tone cool. "I have not spoken with her in quite some time,
and since I don't want to be accosted by Lance pawing all over you, Moon,
I guess I should go do that." He rose from the bed and turned to glower
down at Lance and I. "Be warned, however, I will return - so mind the
decency of your appearance. Would you?"
I laughed softly. "Don't worry, Henry. We won't do anything you
wouldn't do."
Henry 'hmphed' and made his exit without too much ado.
Lance, for his part had slipped his arms around my waist and was
graciously lathing my neck with a few passion laced kisses. "I missed
you," he whispered, now nibbling on my ear.
I smiled despite myself. "It hasn't been that long."
"Mmm...but it has - two whole weeks."
"Do Henry and Keith know that you have been sneaking over here
lately?"
Lance chuckled and squeezed me. "What they don't know won't hurt
them.'
"I take that as a 'no'."
"Good call." He returned to lathing attention on my neck and I
squirmed a bit, feeling my previously roiling belly protest mildly at the
squishing intimacy. "Something wrong?" He loosened his grip around my
waist and used one of his hands to tilt my face towards his.
I managed a small smile. "I'm just tired," I lied.
He studied me a moment, then nodded and released me, crawling up to
lay down on one side of my bed. "Maybe a short nap, then we can reaquaint
ourselves, hmmm?" He granted me a dazling smile and I could not help but
return it.
"Alright," I agreed, crawling up and laying down beside him.
He wrapped me up in his arms, and my protesting belly settled
slightly as I soon drifted off into a fitful sleep that was wracked with
the one question that had been plauging me since I found out that I was
pregnant.
Who's my baby's father?

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That's it for now. Feel free to add.

Moonie - GOP
Scribes Tale: The Birds and the Bees - 4...

A little more...as usual, please excure typos...

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When I woke up from my unrestful nap, the sound of Lance's steady,
even breathing comforted me - for about five whole seconds. The
quesiness of my belly had returned full-fledged within that brief time
span and I leaped up from the bed like it was tainted with some of my
special hot -n- spicy body oil, designed for those who find being singed
erotic (Gina tends to purchase it for her *special* sessions). I bolted
to the bathroom and slammed the door loudly behind me, not in the least
concerned with waking Lance from his peaceful slumber, then kneeled
before the porcelain God and delivered a healthy package of stomach acid.
Oh, how I hated waking up!
After resting my forehead on the cold, hardness of the toilet seat
for an undetermined amount of wit-gathering time, I managed to get to my
feet and splash cold water on my face and neck. Then I glanced in the
mirror.
I looked even worse than I felt.
And I felt pretty damn bad.
I stared at myself for a while and primped a little, trying to
compose myself a bit before returning to the room, but the attempt did
little good. I looked even more horrible after I applied a few strokes
of blusher and some pale lipstick. Sighing, I washed my face anew and
frowned, the sourness of the expression fitting my appearance to a tee.
With quiet care, I opened the door from the bathroom and peeked out.
I had hoped that the minor disturbance had not disturbed Lance, but to
my utter dismay, he was propped up on one elbow and frowning at me.
I smiled weakly and entered the room entirely, straightening my
stance a little as I did. "Sleep well?"
He nodded, but the frown remained intact.
I just kept smiling as best as I could. "That's good. You know,
sometimes a brief nap can be more invigorating than a full night's
sleep." I crossed the room and began to pilfer through my closet as if
looking for something - which I wasn't.
I heard Lance grunt behind me in response to my words, then the
sound of him shifting on the bed. "Are you sick?" he asked after several
moments of silence.
I shook my head. "No. Just noisy. I...I had a nightmare." I turned
from the closet and smiled at him, although I knew that my composure was
tenuous at best.
Lance's frown deepened. "Nightmares generally don't make people rush
off to the bathroom to throw-up."
I shrugged. "It was a really bad nightmare."
He looked nothing short of completely disbelieving, and since I had
never been a very good liar, I was sure that he wasn't fooled by my
cheesy excuses. "Well," he began, rising from the bed, "this is
interesting." He paused and crossed his arms over his chest after running
a hand through his toussled hair. "You realize that I can tell when you
are lying, Moon." The statement was not accusatory, just a statement of
fact.
I couldn't help but nod in response as his eyes studied me with
their glinting hazel depths.
"Would you like to tell me what's really going on, or should I
guess?"
I shook my head and had an uncontrollable urge to cry, but managed
to at least partially bite it back. Why did I have to get morning
sickness twenty-four hours a day? Why not just in the morning? "I really
don't want to talk about it, Lance," I managed, clasping my hands
together before me in a nervous manner.
He studied me for a few more moments, then his face softened, and he
asked again, "Are you sick?"
I shook my head and looked down at my hands, barely managing to hide
my sudden tears. Not only morning sickness, but crying fits as well!
This was absolutely ridiculous! And in front of a man who might possibly
be the baby's father! "No, I'm not sick." My voice was husky with tears.
"I already said I wasn't sick, remember?"
"Then what's wrong?" He drew closer and reached out to brush his
fingertips along my left shoulder.
I simply shook my head yet again, and took a deep shaky breath. "I
don't want to talk about it. Please, Lance."
There was a moment of silence, then he drew very close and pulled me
into his arms. "Come on, Moon, it can't be that bad."
"It is!" I blurted the words before I had a chance to subdue them,
and a fit of tears washed down my cheeks.
He held me closer and stroked my hair. "Somehow I doubt that. I'm
sure it's nothing to get completely hysterical over."
A rise of anger suddenly flushed my cheeks, and my tears grew hot
and saltier than usual as they dripped over my lips. I pulled away from
Lance roughly and looked up at him, wondering how he could be so
insensitive. How could he say it's nothing to get hysterical over - he
doesn't even know what's wrong! Of all the *male* things to do! I
scowled at him and put my hands on my hips in a defensive manner.
"How would you know that it's nothing to get hysterical over?" I
demanded, pointing an accusatory finger at him. "After all, it's not YOU
who's having a damn baby!" My eyes widened as soon as the words flew from
my mouth, and I was sure I had paled to even whiter than a sheet - if
that was possible. I took two faltering steps backward, and stared at
him, the room having filled to the brim with a deathly silence.
Lance stared back, obviously struck dumb by my outburst, and I let
the anger rise to the surface once more. "Get out!" I bellowed the words
and pointed to the door. "Get out NOW!" I didn't know why I was telling
him to get out, save for the fact that I was completely terrified that I
had just revealed my secret to him. And when he didn't move or utter a
word, I hastily grabbed his arm and drug him to the door, then opened it
and shoved him out into the corridor, slamming the door after him. "And
don't come back!"
I didn't hear him move away from the door, but my heart was pounding
in my ears and I was shaking like I had just been left out in the cold
for nights on end, so I doubted I would have heard him stride away. And
after several moments of struggle to contain my fluctuating emotions, I
finally calmed enough to make my way over to the bed, throw myself down
on it and bury my face in the pillows to ponder my most recent faux pas.

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Someone please add before I make Moonie commit suicide!! *wink*

Moonie - GOP
Scribes Tale: The Birds and the Bees - 5...

I will be going to bed after this little bit...read on with caution...

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Lance blinked at the outside of Moon's door for several bewildering
moments, then decided not to knock and demand to be let in. It was quite
obvious that he wasn't wanted in there anyway, and after what she had
just blurted out at the top of her lungs...
She was having a baby.
He blinked some more as the idea attempted to settle firmly within
his consciousness.
She was having a baby?
As in pregnant?
As in sperm meets egg meets uterine wall ?
As in total pollination?
Slowly, Lance turned away from the door and started off down the
corridor, his mind a little dazed from the sudden news and his feet
moving rather sluggishly. He tried to remember how many times he and
Moon had been together over the course of the last month or so. It was a
lot. He knew that much. He had been unusually free of duty recently and
had been sneaking off to visit whenever time permitted. And when he had
come acalling, he had really come acalling.
Not that he minded.
A small smile highlighted the corners of his mouth despite his
confusion.
Still, Moon was on the shot. How could she have gotten pregnant?
Was the baby his? Was it possible that he had gotten her pregnant?
He let that thought roll around in his mind until the sounds of
Keith's vibrant 'Yes, Mistress's' drifted out from a nearby room -
obviously Gina's. He quietly strode up to the door and cracked it
slightly to find his Commanding Officer dressed down and strapped up -
and enjoying the lashes presented to him immensely.
Lance shook his head. Yes, Hunk was right, Keith was a glutton for
punishment. And although Lance hated to interrupt his friend's pleasure,
he needed to talk to someone about this new information and Keith was
going to be it, whether his friend liked it or not. With a casual push,
the door opened completely.
"Say it like you mean it," Gina demanded, cracking the whip above
her head for added emphasis.
"Yes, Mistress!" Keith bellowed.
Lance cleared his throat noisily before he heard too much more of
the - foreplay - then shoved his hands into his pockets in his usual
boyish manner.
Gina turned at the sound, obviously unhappy to be disturbed, but her
expression lightened within moments. "What have we here?" She cooed.
"Another...playmate?" She grinned and strode up to Lance, looking him
over, then slapping him soundly on the ass. "Keith informed me that you
were playing with Moon, Lance. Don't tell me that you got bored? I
would find that rather difficult to believe."
"Actually," Lance began slowly, "I'm here because I need to talk to
Keith."
Gina quirked an eyebrow. "Now?" She asked incredulously.
Lance nodded.
"Come on Lance, can't it wait?" The tone of Keith's voice hinted at
an aroused whine, and Lance could not help but chuckle inwardly at his
helpless friend.
Gina frowned mildly at Lance. "What's the problem anyway?"
Lance blinked, then quietly. "Has moon told you anything recently,
Gina? Anything...personal?"
Gina looked momentarily thoughtful, then shook her head. "No. Why?
What's going on?"
Lance sighed heavily. "Are you sure that she didn't mention anything
about a...a...a baby?"
Gina's eyes widened. "No! No, she didn't. Did she say something to
you?" She hastily put her whip down and moved to untie Keith from the
rack. "Of course she did! Sheesh, if she hadn't said anything, why would
you be asking, right?" She finished with Keith's restraints then turned
to look at Lance again.
Lance merely nodded an affirmation to Gina.
"What do you mean, Lance?" Keith asked as he fumbled with his
clothing. "Moon's pregnant?"
Lance nodded. "That's what she said. Actually she yelled it, then
she kicked me out of the room."
Keith ran a hand through his unruly mane and exhaled on a whistle.
"Is it yours?"
Lance shrugged in a befuddled manner. "I don't know. All she said
was that she was having a damn baby. She didn't tell me who the father
was."
"But it could be yours, right?" Gina asked, her eyebrows arched
meaningfully.
Lance nodded. "Hell yes, it could be. Shit." He looked at Keith. "I
have been sneaking off to see her a lot over the last month or so..." He
trailed off.
Keith nodded. "I know. So have I."
Gina turned on Keith with a healthy glare. "What do you mean 'so
have I'?"
Keith raised his hands in protest. "Not to see Moon, but sneaking
off during the last month or so to see you Gina. You."
Giuna scowled at Keith. "Lucky save." She returned her attention to
Lance. "Are you sure you heard her right?"
Lance nodded yet again. "Yep. I'm surprised that you didn't hear
her, she all but yelled it."
A moment of silence filled the room, then Gina spoke up, "Well,
let's not just stand around with our thumbs up our asses, this is pretty
big news - after all, it's not everyday that a Scribe gets knocked up."
She paused. "I think we should go see Samara, she'll know how to approach
Moon with the subject."
"Hunk's visiting Samara," Lance revealed quietly. "He's going to be
one pissed off boy when he finds out..."
"Especially if the baby is yours, Lance." Keith finished. "I heard
that Hunk once participated in a shotgun wedding."
"Shut-up Keith," Gina snapped. "Let's not get our knickers in a
bunch - especially when we don't really know how anyone's going to react
yet. Besides, we don't know for sure that the baby is Lance's anyway. It
could be Ram-O's or Kree's - or even Lotor's. Let's not get too excited
before we have all the facts."
With that said, Lance followed Gina and Keith out into the corridor
and all headed for Samara's room.

----

So, there we are...off to spread the joyous news. Feel free to
add...please!! I'm off to bed - nighty-night!

Moonie - GOP
Scribes Tale: The Birds and the Bees - part 4.5

I frowned, looking at the results. Ran the test again. Checked the
results. Unchanged.

"That /can't/ be right . . . ."

Coss wandered into the room, giving the back of my neck a nip to make me
shriek and break out in goosebumps. Ignoring my annoyed swat at his arm,
he leaned over my chair to look at what I was working on.
"What's all this?"

"Are you going to feed the rumor mill?"

He blinked at me with suprise, both at the phrasing and the faintly hostile
note to my voice.
"What? . . . Oh, I get it. Good grief, no, not if it's that important to
you that I don't."

"This is the gene-chart of Moonie's baby. She's roughly four weeks
pregnant. But if these charts are correct . . . "

Coss frowned at me, then pulled out one of my books, quickly flipping to
examples of basic human, drule, and human-drule gene charts. He compared
all three to the one I had before me . . . my hubby may not be the smartest
one on the block, but he can think.

"What the f*** is this?! . . . Is there actually any of her in this kid?"

"Believe or not Coss, this kid has her genetic info down to the T.
Abnormally so. And the same for the genetic material gained from the
father. But this, here, . . . well, let's just say I've got to break the
news to her not only who the dad is, but that the kid's going to be
/vesseya/."

"/Vesseya/, huh? Is that anything like what you call me? Im-whatever?"

"Imaya. A sensitive, although with you it's mostly latent, otherwise you
would /omaya/. And no, it's not like that at all. Related, but utterly
different."

"How so?"

"For one, /vesseya/ is levels more powerful . . . before long, I'm going to
have to set up powerblocks on the kid. Nothing's worse than unblocked
vesseya throwing a temper tantrum at age two. Not even our trio when
they're hyper. Pyroempaths have /nothing/ when compared to /vesseya/.
Luckily, they're one of the high-caliber types that are time-blockable."

Coss held his hands up in defeat, grinning at me.
"And I understood what, three out of five words in that? Basically you're
going to have to do some hojo to keep the kid manageable, yes?"

"As you have so simply put it, yes."


******

Hope you don't mind moonie! :)

~Da Doc

Scribe Tale: Birds and the Bees - 6 (cont.)
I am sending this in for Sarah - this is her part of the tale :)

Moonie...

---

Hagaar scowled, pressing her ear up against the door . . . and grinned
evilly.

"Kid's going to be /vesseya/, heh? But who's the father . . . . one of
the
voltron force . . . "

She frowned, listening to the muffled voices of Moonie and myself in the
office. And swore, as our conversation had gone somewhere else.

"Probably that Keith . . . Oo! I can do /quite/ a bit with that, even if
it's not true."

And with a gleeful cackle, she headed back down the hallway, forgetting
the
reason why she had even stopped by my office . . . although she would
remember the next time she tried to sit down.

---

I smiled, watching Moonie sag with relief back into her chair at hearing
who
the father of her child was. While I waited for her to finish melting
and
return to the regular world, I pulled out the ball of yarn and croquet
hook
I had stashed in my desk drawer . . . since the triplets, the simple
regularity of croqueting had proven to be most relaxing. Especially
since I
was over halfway done with the net-blanket I would need in a few months
when
they started flying.

Moonie spoke again when I was just finishing the third to last loop of
the
net-blanket.
"What do you mean by the kid being /vesseya/, anyways?"

"/Vesseya/ is actually a term for a type of psionic, one whose power
blooms
early, and is /incredibly/ powerful. In a week or two, I'd like you to
come
back in so I can start to set the powerblocks in so the kid can have a
normal childhood . . . . well, as normal as it gets, around here."

She frowned at me.
"Just /what/ is this kid going to be able to do?"

"There's actually three very strong, equally likely talents, thought
there's
not telling which one's going to be the dominant one." I counted them
off
on my fingers as I explained. "The first is telepathy, which can be
receptive, sending, or both, or neither, to be blunt. A few types are so
that the one who has it is able to receive or send thoughts with only a
few,
or sometimes completely unable to /keep/ from sending or receiving
thoughts." My expression grew bleak, and I felt a cold chill race
through
me, remembering those few who had had high telepathy of such a type.
"They, of the last type, tend to not live long."

A rather brittle silence settled briefly in the room.

"But moving on to the other two. Empathy, again of all the varities that
telepathy can come in . . . and Pyrokinetics."

"Pyrokinetics?!"

"Yes. The ability to make and control fire, or otherwise temperature,
with
the mind. A rare few are able to manipulate temperature alone, and thus
draw heat or cold from anywhere, or raise or lower the temperature of
somthing until it either freezes or bursts into flame . . . but that is
an
unusually rare ability, and to be honest, one that blooms /early/ if at
all.
Since this kid is undoubtably /vesseya/, I can scan for indications of
which talents the munchkin will have . . . which reminds me, do you want
to
know the gender of the child, or would you prefer that to remain a
secret?"

"Ummm . . . "

"Well, you can tell me next week, once you decide. Oh, and this tea
should
help with the morning nausea."
********************
Sarah Scribes Tale: The Birds and the Bees - 6...

Been away for a while - sorry for the delay. Sarah, this is the first half of naming daddy...remember you were gonna share the honors of this little visit to your office...

---

It had been a very long night. After I had thrown Lance out of my room, I proceeded to become even more emotional until, finally, I nodded off. Sleep was not restful however, and my stomach was so empty that the growling alone kept waking me. I didn't eat, however, because I knew that I would be tasting it again shortly thereafter if I did.
Lance didn't return either, but I really didn't blame him after the
way I blew up at him. The whole ordeal made me flush with humiliation at
the very thought, and I was thankful when light began to dawn outside my
window, rousing me completely from my restless slumber.
Yet, despite my satisfaction that a new day was dawning and I no
longer had to toss alone in my thoughts, the idea of what the day was to
bring made me cringe inwardly.
Sarah was going to reveal to me who the father of the baby was, and
I was very uncertain that I really wanted to know. After all, if it was
anyone but Lotor...
I let the thought hang as I proceeded to exit the confines of my
room and make my way down the corridor towards Sarah's office. I was
sure my face revealed my grim thoughts regarding my current predicament,
but if anyone noticed they kept any and all comments to themselves.
At least I could be thankful for that much.
I sighed heavily as I approached Sarah's office door, then hesitated
just beyond the threshold. For some reason, at that very moment, it felt
like the ultimate truth was about to be laid at my feet - a heavy
prospect indeed.
And before I managed to wrangle up my courage and cross into the
room myself, I heard Sarah's voice, "Don't just stand out there, Moon,"
she admonished from somewhere just beyond my line of vision, "we have
alot to discuss, and I would prefer to do it in the office not the
hallway."
I felt myself turn crimson, then shook my head at my own silliness
and entered her office. Sarah smiled at me, then motioned for me to sit
down in the chair next to her desk.
"How are you feeling this morning?" Her tone was casual, as if
speaking of the weather, and I assumed that it was probably because she
had already been through the childbearing thing herself and therefore
knew all of the little ups and downs and what not of the situation as if
it were second nature. By all rights, it probably was.
"Okay," I responded quietly, then chuckled. "At least I haven't
thrown up yet today."
She smiled. "The day's not over yet."
I grimaced in response and she laughed softly then her face grew
solemn. I felt my heart skip a beat at the sight of her suddenly serious
look.
"Well, we have a couple of things going on here, Moon," she began
slowly. "First and foremost, you are pregnant. Of course, you already
knew that much, but aside from that knowledge, you should know that the
baby you are carrying has some genetic..." She trailed off into a
momentary pause, then, "Hmmm...how should I put this...the baby is
'special'."
I blinked at her. "'Special'? What do you mean by 'special'?"
"Well, according to the tests I ran, genetically speaking, the baby
has inherited some 'abilities' on a psionic level from you and the
father."
I shook my head, completely befuddled. "Can you clarify?"
She nodded. "Yes, in a moment. But, first, you should be made aware
of who the father is, then I can better explain the genetic make-up of
the baby. All right?"
I swallowed down a rising lump in my throat and nodded. The moment
I had been dreading was now upon me and my hands suddenly became cold and
clammy as a ripe, chilled sweat abruptly beaded on the back of my neck.

-----

Okay Sarah it's all you!

:)

Please excuse all typos and my rustiness - it's been a while...

Moonie - GOP