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"What's happening?"

Nobody's answering her goddamn questions. Fucking Sister Ober and the woman with the bun and glasses are just staring at the screen.

"Is... is something wrong with my boy?"

Sister Ober -- even more stoic and stony-faced that before, if that's possible -- turns to her again. "I'm afraid so. Your boy is a girl."

It's like she's not even speaking English; her words make about as much sense to Beth as the German the other woman was speaking.

Her mouth opens in surprise, and as she stares down at her belly, it seems like a whole lot longer than it must actually be before the meaning of the words sinks in. "...What?"

But it's the Sister's turn to make demands. "Where did this child come from?"

Beth unconsciously shrinks into herself a little.

She wants to cry. For the first time in years, she wants to cry. It's not a boy, and she'd been so sure. But she doesn't know any doctors or scientists to make up something believable about. She also knows what happened to most -- if not all -- of the sperm banks after the plague so there's no thinking fast there. She has no fucking clue what she could say that Sister Ober would believe.

All she knows is she can't tell the truth. "I..."

Date: 2006-07-15 06:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"From me."

She can practically read the thoughts on Beth's face; before Sister Fucking Nun and her knightelettes in shining armor can do or say anything, she takes just one step forward toward the crossed halberds keeping her at bay.

"I'm her ex-girlfriend."

Think fast, Hero. Think fucking fast.

"I impregnated her."

Date: 2006-07-15 06:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
And I never had to take a vow to be chaste or stupid, bitch. Creative fucking writing major: if there's one thing they teach us, it's to think fast.

"There's still semen frozen in sperm banks, okay?"

So far, so good. "And the plague only killed spunk with Y chromosomes."

And that's all absolutely true.

Date: 2006-07-15 06:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Now that this shit's started, there's nothing to do but see it through. Glad that the chicks with sticks have stepped out of her way, she faces the nun fully.

"Not before bogarting a few samples for themselves."

Yeah, that's true too. Still, she doesn't even look toward Beth. No, this is her ace in the hole and it's the one thing she's banking on to help them out of this fucking place... now they know the baby's not a boy.

Date: 2006-07-15 07:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Reaching to her midsection, she pulls open her jacket and shirt, baring what should be her left breast.

All that's there is a ragged ugly scar that sure as fuck speaks loud enough all by itself.

Behind Sister Ober, she sees the look of shock and dismay and everything all over Beth's face, but there isn't much she can do about it. The past is the past, and it's none of this nun's business to know shit about it. None of her fucking business in the least.

Date: 2006-07-15 07:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Well, that's kind of a relief: they don't want her niece (I can't believe I'm gonna be a goddamn aunt!) after all; she moves to Beth's side.

(It's not as bad as you think. Once we're out of here, I'll tell you the whole story. Trust me, just for a minute.)

There's no reason Beth should trust her, but they've already planted the partnership lie and the only thing to do is see it through. Again, she turns her attention to the bitch in black and white.

"So what happens now?"

She needs to know for all their sakes: hers, Beth's, the baby's... and Yorick's. He's the one who sent her here. She wonders if he had any fucking idea what he was getting her into.


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