wideeyedone
Baby did a bad, bad thing
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Darby Harper had her new orders in hand, she was riding a transport to the outpost on Luna 9. Her father was lifetime military, and so were her brothers. It had been her plan for her life too. But her plans had been disrupted. When she was wounded during a medical rescue mission, she was shocked to discover that she was pregnant. Per Allied Fleet regulations, she had been immediately sent home from the front and sent home. She wasn't allowed to say goodbye to anyone or explain. She was put on a medi-transport before she even healed from her battle wound. Her family was furious, especially when she wouldn't name the baby's father.
She had spent the last few months on Earth. She had given birth to her son, and gotten him settled in with her mother. However, the medical corp of the Allied Fleet was short handed and there were no extensions to be had. Now, she was dressed in her blue medical uniform. Her long dark hair was braided in a rope that hung to her shoulder blades. She felt at home in her uniform, but part of her heart was back at home with her son. And part of her heart was still tangled up with feelings about her baby's father.
She did her best to sleep on the journey. Her dreams were filled with twisted metal and fire and blood. She was back at the front, trying to heal, trying to keep her comrades alive. And then those dreams melted and she was there with him. She was in his arms, with his mouth against her throat, and his hands in her hair. She awakened with a start when the transport landed. She worried that her face was flushed or she might have made some sound in her sleep, but she looked around and no one seemed to have noticed her.
Then she gathered her satchel and followed the others down the ramp into the hanger. She was greeted by the chief medical officer, Colonel Martz.
"Captain Harper, we are glad to have you. We have been short a doctor for almost a month. Let me show you to your billet."
He took her down the cold, steel colored hall. The windows looked out on a cold, lifeless grey landscape. Luna 9 was not going to be a plush assignment. Everything about the base seemed utilitarian, even more so after her time back on Earth.
"This is your room. Your hand print is your key. You already have access to the main doors and the hospital. Your first shift will be tomorrow morning. Meals are in the mess." He droned on about some other specifics. She stowed her bag. Then he took her to the infirmary.
She did her best to take in her surroundings, but she missed her son, and she was a bit overwhelmed. She took in a deep breath and did her best to focus. Darby checked out the medical equipment. The infirmary was well appointed and the pharmacy seemed well stocked. She thanked the Colonel for the tour and promised to be on shift at precisely 6 a.m.
She left the infirmary and headed back to her room. She wanted to see if her mother had messaged her any pictures of her darling boy. But then it felt as if her heart had stopped. He was training new recruits. It was him.
She had spent the last few months on Earth. She had given birth to her son, and gotten him settled in with her mother. However, the medical corp of the Allied Fleet was short handed and there were no extensions to be had. Now, she was dressed in her blue medical uniform. Her long dark hair was braided in a rope that hung to her shoulder blades. She felt at home in her uniform, but part of her heart was back at home with her son. And part of her heart was still tangled up with feelings about her baby's father.
She did her best to sleep on the journey. Her dreams were filled with twisted metal and fire and blood. She was back at the front, trying to heal, trying to keep her comrades alive. And then those dreams melted and she was there with him. She was in his arms, with his mouth against her throat, and his hands in her hair. She awakened with a start when the transport landed. She worried that her face was flushed or she might have made some sound in her sleep, but she looked around and no one seemed to have noticed her.
Then she gathered her satchel and followed the others down the ramp into the hanger. She was greeted by the chief medical officer, Colonel Martz.
"Captain Harper, we are glad to have you. We have been short a doctor for almost a month. Let me show you to your billet."
He took her down the cold, steel colored hall. The windows looked out on a cold, lifeless grey landscape. Luna 9 was not going to be a plush assignment. Everything about the base seemed utilitarian, even more so after her time back on Earth.
"This is your room. Your hand print is your key. You already have access to the main doors and the hospital. Your first shift will be tomorrow morning. Meals are in the mess." He droned on about some other specifics. She stowed her bag. Then he took her to the infirmary.
She did her best to take in her surroundings, but she missed her son, and she was a bit overwhelmed. She took in a deep breath and did her best to focus. Darby checked out the medical equipment. The infirmary was well appointed and the pharmacy seemed well stocked. She thanked the Colonel for the tour and promised to be on shift at precisely 6 a.m.
She left the infirmary and headed back to her room. She wanted to see if her mother had messaged her any pictures of her darling boy. But then it felt as if her heart had stopped. He was training new recruits. It was him.
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