River Song (
songofsong) wrote2016-01-19 10:12 pm
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baby meme } for live_growstronger
Over the many times River had come to see Methos, she never thought she'd one day be doing so like this. Normally, she crashes into his carefully-built life, sometimes quite literally, sweeping him up into adventure, or into bed, or sometimes both. That was their relationship, it was how it had been, in his case, for hundreds of years. But today, her arrival will have significantly more impact than it'll ever have.
She takes care in tracking Methos down, she chooses her time and place, to make sure he's known her long enough, that their relationship is strong enough. That's all she can hope for, as she makes her way into his house, as she often does, where she'll wait for him to return home. She's not familiar with this house, so she takes her time to study it, pick up clues about the new life he's made for himself. She takes note of the books on the shelves, pictures on the wall, trying to form a picture of the Methos she'll meet today.
She only hopes it's one who'll be ready for this bombshell - because River Song is pregnant.
She takes care in tracking Methos down, she chooses her time and place, to make sure he's known her long enough, that their relationship is strong enough. That's all she can hope for, as she makes her way into his house, as she often does, where she'll wait for him to return home. She's not familiar with this house, so she takes her time to study it, pick up clues about the new life he's made for himself. She takes note of the books on the shelves, pictures on the wall, trying to form a picture of the Methos she'll meet today.
She only hopes it's one who'll be ready for this bombshell - because River Song is pregnant.
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"I had one earlier, I'm good for now," she says, with practised ease. She's a good liar. Too good sometimes.
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"I'll be right back, then." he put in the call in the other room and then came back with a beer for himself in his hand as he moved to sit beside her. Methos took a sip and set the bottle aside. Well, he might as well just be blunt. "I could just sit here and ponder all the possibilities as to why you're here and what's wrong. And I am. And my imagination is running away with me and I'm fearing the worst. Perhaps you could just... tell me?"
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But when he returns, it seems there's no hiding much else, and she looks towards him with a surprised lift of her eyebrows. Caught out, she hesitates, then trying to laugh slightly to cover up. She knows she needs to tell him, share this with him, but she fears the rejection. It's not that she doubts how much he cares about her, but this isn't what they are. They're not locked into one place at one moment, they're everywhere and everytime. A child changes that.
"I come to see you and you immediately think something's wrong? Are my visits normally that bad?" she jokes, biding her time, still not quite answering his question.
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"Just tell me you didn't come from witnessing my death." Because out of all the possibilities that was the one that had come to him first and the thing he had worked so hard to avoid.
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"Ok, look. You're right. There is something I need to tell you. It's not.. bad, exactly. But, well, this is new to me."
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"Okay." he managed, resting her hand over top the one she'd rested on his chest, "Then tell me. Take your time." If it was truly that important.
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She feels like she's found that now, but it's not making it as easier as she hoped it would. It's hard to say, knowing how much it'll change their relationship in a matter of seconds. For better or worse, she doesn't know, and that's the fear. She doesn't want to change what they have, the constant he's become, the risk of losing that is very real, and she can no longer go on lying.
"Ok. I suppose I'd better just come out with it. I'm pregnant, Methos."
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"And... you came to me?" he clearly didn't understand. Was it the Doctor's? Someone else's? "Surely you're not suggesting it's mine?" That was so outside the realm of possibility, he looked flabbergasted. Perhaps this was the reaction she'd feared? But it was just so impossible.
"I'm sterile, River. No Immortal has ever had children."
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"I know," she tells him, looking to him again. She remembers this conversation being had before, and she's well aware of how impossible this is, but then, impossible is what she's good at.
"No Immortal has ever had children.. with another human." She looks at him pointedly, because she's also told him that she's part Time Lord before, and her genetic make-up allows for a lot of advantages.
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Methos just stood there, mouth drying. It had been a long time since the 5000+ year old Immortal had been struck dumb. Nothing surprised him all that much anymore. But this?
"I-" he started, but then really had no idea how to answer. Him? Having a child? And of course, he realized the implication, he might have to watch his son or daughter die.
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After a few moments of silence, she carefully speaks again. "This is a lot for you to take in, I know that. If you need me to go for a while, give it a few days, or weeks, I can." After all, with her vortex manipulator, a few seconds for her could be a few years for Methos - she can give him the time he needs without much passing for her at all.
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He reached out to touch her, hand going to her cheek. "How far along are you?"
How long would it be before they had this impossible child?
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“Well, I think I’m just past the two months mark now, but.. it’s difficult to say. It’s not like there’s much of a precedence,” she breathes out a small laugh, because this really is impossible. This baby will be the first of its kind, with the combined DNA of human, Time Lord and Immortal - it could defy many pregnancy norms, and many others besides.
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A child. It was something he'd never dared hope for. "All Immortals were foundlings... I've no idea what a pregnancy would be like for a comparison." He managed, moving to slowly take her into his arms, holding onto her firmly as if afraid she might disappear or that this was some sort of cruel dream.
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"Me neither," she admits softly. "It could be very different to the human pregnancy." For all her concerns about telling Methos, she's anxious too about how this pregnancy might develop, if a cross-species child would create any difficulties. Immortals weren't born, and Time Lord pregnancies were a rarity due to the longevity of their kind. Throw human complications into the mix, and she's really in unknown territory.
"But.. somehow we've created something impossible." She looks up at him, smiling gently. "I don't know how, or why, but something happened. Eventually, there's going to be a baby in our lives and.." She hesitates because this is still so beyond their expectations. "Well.. it's going to change things."
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His child. How remarkable.
"Yes, it will change everything." he agreed. It would mean time lost in seeing her in the future. Methos held her a bit closer, "How long have you stayed, River, in one place?"
She always seemed to be moving, it was hard to picture her settling down for any long stretch of time.
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"Well, there was that time I got trapped in a time capsule for a year, that was ever so annoying. Spent a year trying to get out, found out five minutes had passed!" Her eyes crinkle as she tries to make light of it, but it quickly dim when she knows she must face the truth of that, of who she is.
"But.. no longer than a month. It's.. not what I do, Methos."
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"I didn't know what would happen once I told you.. I didn't want to think too far ahead in case.." In case he wanted nothing to do with it, and her life of running became her only choice.
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Still, what that might mean for a child, that complicated matters.
Methos felt his chest tighten though, that she thought he might reject her want nothing to do with the child, he kissed her soon after so that she couldn't see the hurt in his eyes that she'd even for a second thought so little of him. "You'll at least have to stay still for the rest of your pregnancy... at least humor me in that, please?" He would worry far too much otherwise.
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Those fears are dissipating now, but still some linger - the fear of this unknown future, of something so unexpected. She'd never counted on being a mother - the men in her life weren't naturally drawn to family life, and nor was she. She'd been imprisoned for most of it, the rest spent running. Now, all that was looking to change.
"How still?" she asks him, daring a little humour into this emotional conversation. "You're not going to be one of those overprotective father types, are you?" She looks up at him with a small smile, testing the waters.
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It'll take some getting used to.
"I can already tell what a wonderful father you'll make," she tells him softly, giving him a smile. She suspects he'd make a far better father than she would a mother.
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Even if she couldn't sit still for long, that didn't mean she wouldn't be a good mother in turn. They could both protect this child. "Although I can only imagine the trouble this one might get up to with you and I as it's parents. Or more specifically you."
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