#I'm giving Twelve both his granddaughters!

[spaceagesparkledust]

I'm in the middle of writing a Doctor Who Star Wars AU one-shot about Twelve and Bill and thought of ANOTHER SEPERATE 12 and Bill Doctor Who/Star Wars idea. Hear me out:

Bill's Twelve's granddaughter and the two of them are living life, trying to get by while ignoring the rapidly growing First Order. As a child Bill gets separated from Twelve, taken by the First Order and turned into a Stormtrooper. Twelve spends a really long time looking for her but is ultimately unable to find her. Meanwhile Bill grows up under a new "name" (some sort of serial number that looks like Bill) and new identity with no memories of her previous life.

Every other detail is so fuzzy right now but they definitely get reunited. I think they're both trying to find each other at the same time. Bill slowly starts getting her memories back and looks for Twelve, with the help of another Stormtrooper who chooses the name Susan, and Twelve gets a lead on where Bill might be and starts the search all over again.

[jennyandvastraflint]

3,4,6,8,15 & 16 for the Doctor Who ask game!

Hehe, thank you for the ask!

3. Who is your favourite Doctor? Why?

My favourite is 13! She's just so... on the one hand quite optimistic and hopeful, on the other so terrible at communicating (I like that in a woman apparently) and broody, and she gets so much trauma, my poor skrunkly. I have a particular soft spot for her because her era made me feel properly represented a lot. Also side note, I adore her costume. But 13 is the one I also imagine in my head when I say "the Doctor". (with 12 coming close as well)

4. Who is your least favourite Doctor? Why?

Only counting those I saw, I don't particularly like Four, but the ones I enjoy least are generally Ten and Eleven. (This is gonna piss some people off) I'm trying to figure out which I like less, but it depends on my mood. Ten because I found Series 2 annoying to watch (I am at best neutral towards TenRose, don't really care and find it very annoying at worst), and Ten's treatment of Martha makes me want to bang his head against a wall. Also, he yells soooo much and I get it blah, but urgh it annoys me a lot. (Me during The Martian Invasion of Planetoid 50: Shut up Ten 🙄)

For Eleven, I think my quarrels are with some of the writing, but also Matt Smith gives me the creeps. I again don't like him shouting because uhhhh, idk men shouting is really, ready uncomfortable. I think his characterisation fell apart a bit after the Ponds left...

I feel like I have more textual things to point to with Ten (well there's SA scenes as a "joke" with both and in 12s era which I generally hate), and with Eleven it comes down to me just being creeped out by Matt Smith for no reason I can really point out.

6. NuWho or Classic Who? Why?

NuWho for the simple reason of I've actually watched all of it and it's more approachable to me (it engages my at times hyperactive brain better) plus all my favourite beloveds are from NuWho. I do hope to watch at least a few episodes of each Doctor (or companion actually) at some point!!! So far I have the very first ep, Doctor Who and the Silurians, the Infernoverse story, most of Sarah Jane, and most of Ace.

8. Favourite outfit of the Doctor's? Why?

Thirteen, definitely. I love the style she wears (recommend the video on her costume with Ray Holman!). From the wide trousers to the boots to the shirt (rainbow hellooo!), to her EARRING!!!! I'm in love with the earring!

15. What is your favourite companion outfit and why?

Uhhh... Instinctively said Yaz's PotD one! I actually have a vaguely similar yellow jacket! That being said, while I'm not a fan of Clara, her wardrobe is to die for (specifically thinking of the Under the Lake/Before the Flood outfit... I like yellow, HU XD)

16. Who's your favourite Doctor/Companion duo?

Oh, I'm torn between Thirteen & Yaz and Twelve & Bill. Am I allowed a double answer? 😂 I love Thirteen and Yaz (as Thasmin or outside of that) for the way they just immediately clicked and are so on one wavelength a few episodes in (think "Couldn't you reverse the polarity or something?" "Yasmin Khan, you speak my language."), and just their entire dynamic.

And Bill and Twelve are just soooo grandpa and granddaughter and it's so much fun (Bill deserves so much more), and Bill calling him out on his bullshit? Her calling him a penguin with his arse on fire? Delicious. (S10 was also by far Twelve's strongest season)

So yeah. I can't decide between those two.

I hope you are satisfied with these answers, and thank you for the ask againnn

[sweaterkittensahoy]

OH MY GOD I THOUGHT I'D LOST IT

In trying to find an old NaNo novel (the outlawed comics one--if you saved a copy, please let me know), I went to my lj to see if it was there, and I found my Aristocrats joke! It's 1500 words. I'm very proud of it.

Absolutely NSFW and utterly terrible. If you are not familiar, "The Aristrocrats" is a joke meant to be as awful and gross as possible. It's best just to send you to wikipedia for an explanation than try to do a better job than them.

This guy walks into a talent agent’s office. He’s in a top hat and tails. He stands in the middle of the office and taps his cane on the floor twice. “I have the show for you!”, he tells the talent agent.

The talent agent looks him up and down and decides to give him a chance. “What’s your act?” he asks the man.

“It’s a family act, sir,” says the man. “Let me bring my family in here.” He walks back over to the door and opens it. A woman, two children, an older couple, a dog, a cat, and a ferret walk into the office. The woman is wearing a beautiful beaded dress cut down to the bottom of her breasts. The children, a boy and a girl, are dressed in dark blue suits. The boy is in pants and the girl is in a skirt. They are both wearing black dress shoes. The elder couple are dressed in a fine tuxedo for the man and a long red dress for the woman. The dog, the cat, and the ferret are all wearing diamond studded collars. The man gestures to each of them in turn. “This is my wife”, he points to the woman in the beaded dress. She performs a perfect curtsey. “These are my children,” The boy and girl bow and curstey. “And these are my parents,” the older couple bow and curtsey. “And these are our pets. The dog is Majesty,” the dog jumps on his hind legs and takes three steps forward, then three steps back. “The cat is Tybalt,” the cat takes a step forward, performs a triple somersault, and lands on the dog’s back. “And the ferret is Prince Valient,” the ferret climbed up on the talent agent’s desk, balanced on its front feet, and flipped onto the back of the cat.

The talent agent was unimpressed. “Is that it?”

“No, sir. We’re just getting started.” The man walked up behind his wife, flipped up the back of her dress, and started fucking her doggy style. She, in turn, grabbed her father, ripped open his pants, and started sucking his dick. The older man grabbed his wife, spun her around, and started fucking her up the ass with a twelve-inch black dildo. The older woman grabbed her granddaughter lifted up her skirt, and shoved a fist into her cunt. The daughter grabbed her brother, ripped off his pants and started fucking him in the ass with the cane the father had used to walk into the room. The son grabbed the dog, lifted its tail and started fucking it. The dog started eating out the cat, and the cat started blowing the ferret. They are one long fuck-chain, starting with the father and ending with the ferret.

Suddenly, the father pulls out of the wife, smacks her into a wall, pulls the grandfather away from the grandfather and starts fucking the grandfather in the ass. The grandfather yanks the dildo out of the grandmother, slams it into his granddaughter’s mouth, and starts fucking the grandmother in the cunt.

The girl pulls herself off of her grandmother’s fist, takes the dildo out of her mouth, and walks over to the wall. She smacks her mother across the face with the dildo and starts eating her out.

The son keeps fucking the dog, grabs the cat but the tail, spins it around, and sends it flying across the room. The cat hits the mother and takes a huge dump in her mouth. The mother takes the shit, shoves her daughter away from her, walks across the room and smears the shit on her husband’s face. The husband pulls out of the grandfather, pulls out a pair of white gloves, slips them on and proceeds to perform a black face routine.

Meanwhile, the grandfather pulls out of the grandmother, cums all over her tits and face, and starts fucking his grandson. The grandmother walks over to the man, grabs him by the ears, and starts slamming his face against the talent agent’s desk. The mother takes the cane the daughter had been using on the son and shoves it up the cat’s ass. She then walks around the room proclaiming herself queen of the cats.

The son pulls out of the dog’s kicks it in the teeth, and shoves the ferret up his ass. The daughter straps on a sixteen-inch dildo and starts fucking the grandmother while the grandmother starts sucking off the father. The father wipes the blood off of his face from where he’s been beaten against the desk, and uses the blood to draw swastikas all over the grandmother’s face. The mother takes the cat on the cane and starts hitting people in the back of the head. She takes the other end of the cane, shoves it up the dog’s ass, and the dog and cat run around the room with the cane hanging between them. The grandfather grabs the cane and spins it above his head like a baton. It gets stuck in the ceiling fan.

The grandmother finishes sucking off the father and starts screaming racial slurs at the top of her voice while her daughter pulls an American flag out of a bag and takes a huge piss on it. She then grabs the son, shoves him onto the piss-soaked flag and starts fucking him while cutting him with a rusty razor. The daughter pulls the ferret out of the son’s ass and shoves it down the grandfather’s throat. The grandfather starts sucking the ferret like a dick while the granddaughter takes a huge shit on her grandmother’s chest. The grandmother takes the shit and builds a sand castle, which she tops with a Nazi flag.

The father takes a plant from the corner of the room, a large ficus, digs a hole in the dirt and shoves his dick into it. While he fucks the plant his wife pulls a cactus out of her bag and shoves it up his ass. She then goes to the daughter and starts beating her with a leather strap. The grandmother vomits into the son’s mouth and jerks him off. He cums all over her tits and face, and she smears it into a portrait of George Washington. The grandfather picks up the dog by its back legs and starts eating it out while the cat climbs onto the daughter’s back and starts ass-fucking her while her brother spits the vomit into her cunt.

The father yanks the cactus out of his ass and blood and shit spew everywhere. The mother takes an aloe plant out of her bag and shoves it up his ass to stop the blood and shit. The ferret jumps out of the grandfather’s mouth and slides around in the shit and blood. He lands on the flag and starts humping it. The son grabs the ferret by the balls and shoves it up his sister’s cunt. The sister smears her brother’s blood all over the walls and starts jerking off her father and grandfather while she sucks off her brother’s dick.

The ferret wiggles free of the girl’s cunt and shoves itself up the grandmother’s ass while she straps on a dildo and starts fucking the girl up the ass. The mother straps on a dildo and starts fucking the girl up the cunt. The brother, father, and grandfather all come at the same time and shower the mother, grandmother, and daughter in cum. They sing “It’s Rainin’ Men” in perfect pitch as they are covered in bukkai.

The father pulls the aloe plant from his ass, pisses in the pot, and throws it against the wall. The grandfather reaches into the mother’s bag and pulls out a small box with a lock. He grabs the grandmother, shoves a hand up her cunt, and pulls out a key. He uses the key to unlock the box and pulls out a ball gag and handcuffs. He shoves the ball gag in the granddaughter’s mouth and starts beating her with the handcuffs.

The granddaughter comes and squirts vomit and ejaculate from her cunt. The grandmother grabs her by the ball gag and uses it to throw her against the floor. The mother and grandmother start beating the shit out of her with a spare chair in the office.

The son pulls another chair across the room, sits down, and starts reciting Hitler’s greatest speeches while fucking the cat in the ass and getting fucked in the ear by his father. The father comes in the son’s ear and uses some of the cum to draw a Hitler mustache on his son’s face. The son jumps up, and keeps fucking the cat while he goosesteps across the room with one hand held up in a ‘heil’ position.

The daughter drags herself up off the floor from her beating and starts reciting the collected works of Edgar Allen Poe while she pulls a crucifix out of her mother’s bag and shoves it up her cunt. The mother pulls out the Bible and starts ripping out pages while reciting the twenty-third Psalm and taking it up the ass from the dog.

The grandfather starts fucking the son who fucks the father who fucks the ficus. He strips the leaves off one end of the ficus and shoves it up the grandmother’s ass. Then he puts the plant down on the floor and leaves the grandmother impaled on the top while he bends over, grabs his ankles, and does a somersault that makes the grandfather’s dick pop out of his ass.

The mother finishes ripping up the Bible and throws it against a wall. The daughter walks over to the Bible, takes a huge shit on it and uses the shit to draw Satanic symbols on the wall over the Bible. She then takes the tattered remains of the Bible, folds them in half, and sets them on fire. She throws the Bible onto the flag, and the flag, covered in piss, shit, vomit, and blood, goes up in flames. The whole family jumps on the fire, writhes around screaming, and jumps back out, covered in burns. They then smack each other on the burns while screaming obscenities in seven languages and taking turns fucking the animals. The ferret dies while the grandmother fist fucks it, and the grandmother uses it as a puppet and performs the second act, third scene of “Romeo and Juliet”.

The dog lifts his leg and takes a piss to put out the fire caused by the Bible and the flag. It eats the burned remnants of the Bible and the flag and shits them out so that they spell out the first book of the Book of Mormon [it was a huge shit]. The cat climbs on top of the ficus, knocks it over, and rearranges the dirt so that it is a likeness of the Marque De Said. The whole family pauses for a moment, bows to the portrait, and then starts fucking a trio of midgets that have dropped from the ceiling on rip cords. After the midgets have been fucked in the ass, they start performing a tumbling routine in the piss and shit and vomit and blood and end in a stack that is three-high. The grandmother pulls out a crowbar and knocks each of the midgets in the back of the knees. They go flying, and the grandmother shoves the crowbar up the end of the grandfather’s penis. The midgets pull themselves up off the floor and overpower the grandmother. They shove their dicks into her cunt and fuck her in perfect three beat time.

The grandfather yanks the crowbar out of his penis and slams it into the back of the granddaughter’s head. She falls on her face in the shit, stands back up, and performs her own version of the blackface routine. The rest of the family smears their faces with shit and jumps into the black face routine. They stand in a row, with the three midgets standing in front of them, and break into a rendition of “Mamee” as the midgets put on Ku Klux Klan hoods and piss in a triple arc. They piss in the shape of a cross, and the dog clamps a match in his teeth that he lights on the floor and places on the piss cross. As it burns, the cat jumps into the middle of the flames and goes up in a flare. The flames go out and the cat is laid out in a representation of Jesus. The father steps forward, places a crown of thorns on the cat’s head, and the whole family bows to the cat.

The family stands back up, circles around the dog, and starts stabbing the dog with rusty knives. The grandfather starts beating the dog with the crowbar before picking up the cross that the daughter had used to fuck herself, and using it to brain the dog. The dog falls over dead, and the family cuts it into pieces and eats it raw. They then grab the midgets, spin them around by the their heads, and slam them into the walls. All the midgets die.

The family lines up again, performs a triple backflip in unison, and ends with the grandmother fucking the grandfather with a dildo, the grandfather fucking the mother, the mother fucking the father with a dildo, the father fucking the daughter, and the daughter fucking the son with a dildo. The son fucked the cactus. Everyone came, spewed cum everywhere and ended in a split.

The talent agent raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair. “What do you call this act?”

The family, one after the other, stepped with one foot out and spread their arms. The father spoke, “The Aristocrats.”

[sonic7ischaos]

I wanna see more interactions between Shadow and Amy.

Not in a shipper kind of way, I don't really do shipping, with a few rare exceptions which are supported by canon or believable with some arguing using established character interaction (the ones that come to mind are Vector x Vanilla, and Shantae x Risky Boots).

But that's not it.

It was Amy's pleading in Sonic Adventure 2 that led to Shadow remembering his full promise to Maria, and deciding to sacrifice himself to save the world, and they never follow up on that.

I'd like to see Amy and Shadow stuck together with some downtime. Waiting on Rouge or Sonic (or both) to show up for mission. Amy tries making small talk, while Shadow is silent, clearly thinking about something.

"Ugh! What is taking them so LONG?! if I didn't know any better I'd think Rouge was being flirty with my Sonic! You'd think someone as fast as you two would know better than to keep a lady waiting."

"..."

"Ha, Sorry. I can be a little silly when it comes to him. HE'S JUST SO COOL!...aaand you don't wanna talk about Sonic. Umm, sorry...hehe..."

"..."

"...Sooo...ok, I know this is kind of a heavy question, but what was Maria like? If you don't wanna talk about it, that's ok, but she was important to you right? It's hard to imagine someone related to the doctor that wasn't twirling their moustache and laughing maniacally-"

"You know-"

"OH MY GOSH I AM SO SORRY I DON'T KNOW WHY I SAID ALL THAT, THAT WAS SO RUDE AND DISRESPECTFUL I DIDN'T MEAN ANYTHING BAD AND AND AND-!"

"-I never thanked you."

"AND AND AND...Huh?"

"You came to me, when the ARK was falling. You talked to me, pleaded with me to see reason, to have compassion. To give them a chance to be happy. You reminded me of what I was fighting for. I was so angry and confused, and it was you who helped pull me out of that darkness, reminded me of my friend who loved the world she never got to see."

"...she grew up on the Ark? She never saw the earth?"

"No, and it's still my greatest regret, but it's in the past...I think you would've been friends, she also liked to talk."

"Hehe, sorry. And I'm sorry she never got that."

"It's fine, and me as well She was more like the Doctor than you'd think. Completely stubborn and very capable, despite how she looked. I used to be confined to a small section of the facility, monitored and controlled every waking moment by scientists who saw me as nothing more than a research project. It was Maria who changed that. Twelve years old and she fought against the research staff about my confinement and treatment hard enough that I was freed."

Haha! Sounds cool!"

"She was. I think she saw herself in me. Trapped in a cage she would never leave, poked and prodded by doctors in lab coats and sterile rooms who saw her as little else but data on a clipboard. She was sick you see, the impetus for creating Project Shadow was to create an organism incapable of getting sick or aging, and studying how its body fought off disease and applying that knowledge to her illness. Gerald only wanted to see his granddaughter well, to give her a good, long life..."

"...I'm sorry"

'It's okay. You and her have a lot in common, you're both passionate and stubborn, and you've got a strong sense of justice. I'm glad to see that she wasn't wrong about the people here. The earth IS worth fighting for."

"Aww, thanks."

"...They're here, they'll arrive by elevator in a few minutes."

"YES! FINALLY! We can get started! I'll show that Sonic to keep ME waiting!"

"..."

"...And Shadow? Thanks for telling me. Maria sounds cool, I wish I'd gotten to know her. And I want you to know, you don't have to keep your promise alone, whether you like it or not, we're friends, and we've got your back."

"Hmph. I think you've kept that faker waiting long enough. I think he'll be just as thrilled to see you you are to see him. Why don't you go meet him there, and send Rouge up, the sooner we get them debriefed on Eggman's scheme the better"

"YES! THANK YOU!" Amy rushes out the door to the elevator, her voice heard echoing in the hall outside. "SOOOONIIIIIC!!! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU MY DAAAARLING!!! I CAant wait to show you what I've found! you'll be so impressed and you'll want to marry me and and and-"

Aaaand, scene. I dunno, I just think that in having Shadow become Vegeta, hedgehog edition , you miss out on seeing any follow through on emotional story beats. In the last story in SA2, for a moment, Amy BECOMES Maria for Shadow for a moment. She stands for everything Maria stood for, and we don't see her become anything more than a background detail for Shadow. Not in a romantic sense, but you'd think they'd interact more for how meaningful that scene is for Shadow.

With Ian Flynn writing Frontiers, I hope we can start getting stuff like this in the games again.

[mksc77]

Andy sat up and rubbed his eyes as he watched Sharon bustling around the room, getting dressed and gathering her things like the miracle of life wasn't usually a long and agonizing process. "Uh...Sharon...Why don't you at least wait for Emily to call and see if she has an idea of how close she is?" He said sensibly. "It can take hours."

"Oh, really?" Sharon asked with feigned surprise as she pulled her hair up and secured it with a clip. "I had no idea!"

Andy ran his hand over his face, not in the mood to argue. He'd walked right into that one, and he knew it, but it seemed a little ridiculous for someone who was well aware of the fact that labor wasn't typically a quick process to be running around like a chicken with its head cut off in the middle of the night like she might miss something if she didn't leave right now. "I know you know that, obviously, but you might want to make sure you'll be able to get in. I know Emily said you probably wouldn't have any trouble after visiting hours, but that might depend upon who's working at the time. She does have to get approval, and you don't want to rush to the hospital just to sit in the waiting room for hours."

"I guess you're right..." Sharon knew there was no way she'd be going back to sleep, though, so she quickly finished getting herself ready and turned the lamp back off. "Go back to sleep. Call me when you get up in the morning." She kissed Andy's cheek and left the room. While she was waiting for Emily to call, she went to her and Emmett's bedroom to gather any last-minute items Emily might've forgotten. Her bag had been packed for over a month, but she still could've left behind some things she wanted. In their haste to leave, they'd left the damp sheets on the bed, so she stripped the bed and put the sheets in the washing machine. After packing a small bag with extra towels, hair ties, makeup wipes, her robe, and a few other things, she put fresh sheets on the bed and straightened up the bedroom and bathroom. Once that was done, she dug through the small fourth bedroom that had been taken over by baby stuff in the last few months. When she found the little rock 'n play that Emily was going to try for the baby to sleep in first, which her friends had sworn by, she set it up beside their bed and went back to the other bedroom to move the washed-and-waiting newborn clothes into Emily's and Emmett's room. After checking her phone for the thousandth time to make sure she hadn't missed a call and that it wasn't on vibrate, she gathered some newborn nightgowns, swaddles, pacifiers, and a couple of other things to have out and within easy reach for the first few days. With the baby stuff out and the cradle-like device beside the bed, the baby's pending arrival became a lot more real, and Sharon couldn't help but let out a tiny squeal as she looked around the room. She was going to have a new granddaughter under her roof in the next couple of days, and she couldn't be more excited about it.

When Emily finally called and confirmed that Sharon would be allowed to visit, she didn't waste any time getting to St. John's. She would just have to call the unit and use the Emergency Department entrance. Emily had debated between St. John's and Cedars, but one of the perks of having her first baby at 35 was that several of her friends had not only started having children, but that she had at least a couple of friends who had used one of the hospitals, and some had used both and could compare the pros and cons. Between her high school and college friends, she still had several in the LA area. "Mom, I told you not to speed!" Emily chastised when Sharon came in her room. "I just got the epidural, and they haven't even given me Pitocin yet. It's going to be a minute."

"I know, but I remember how frightened I was when I went into labor with you. Your dad was actually great during it, but I still wished Mimi could've been with me." Sharon put her things down, sat on Emily's bed, and brushed her hair back from her face. "If you want me to leave at any time, I will, and I'll understand."

"I am glad you're here. This hospital's visiting hours aren't as strict as Cedars, and that was a huge selling point," Emily admitted. Her friends had also told her that St. John's was just as good as Cedars, but that it wasn't as busy and felt more personal. "You wanted Mimi?! I can't imagine that. Not, like, in a bad way, it's just hard to think about you wanting your mom."

"I know, but I was more frightened and in more pain than I had ever been in my life. My hormones were all over the place, especially after you were born, and I don't think I'd ever been so happy to see my mom as when she got to LA the day we brought you home."

"Em, you're having a contraction," Emmett interrupted.

Emily shrugged. "Could've fooled me. This epidural is no joke. I can't even feel my feet."

Sharon got up and stood beside Emmett. He was watching a machine that was hooked up to Emily. "How can you tell? That shows when she's having a contraction?"

Emmett nodded and pointed at the screen, explaining to Sharon what one of the nurses had told him about what was on the screen. Once she understood what she was looking at, she watched it for a few more minutes before unpacking the extra things she'd brought for Emily and the baby and putting them with their other things.

"Oh, thanks, Mom, I meant to grab that stuff before we left," Emily said as she watched Sharon unpack.

"You're welcome. So, what happened? Were you having contractions at all last night, or did you just wake up and realize your water had broken, or what?"

"I felt fine last night, but I woke up at about midnight with a contraction. They weren't that regular and didn't hurt too bad, so I just read for a while. Emmett woke up a couple of hours after I did and was begging me to go to the hospital, but then my water broke not long after that."

Sharon nodded. "How much have you dilated?"

"Six centimeters. I thought the last contraction I had before I got the epidural was going to kill me...Did you have epidurals with us?" Emily winced. "I can't imagine doing this without being numb from the neck down."

"I didn't with you. I think they were pretty common by then, but no one really talked about childbirth to one another like they do now, so I didn't know much about them. By the time I couldn't take it anymore and asked for one, it was too late, because you were about to be born." Sharon gave Emily a wry smile. "With Ricky, I asked for one the second we got to the hospital. My nurse forgot to give me a catheter, and I didn't know to expect one, so I didn't ask. I guess I didn't really think about not being able to feel anything. I wanted to die when I peed all over Dr. Hughes. I only saw him once or twice before Ricky was close to finally deciding to come out, but he was the lucky one who was there at the time." Sharon's face flushed when she remembered Emmett was in the room. He was still glued to the screen that was monitoring Emily's contractions. "Sorry, Emmett. You're so quiet, I almost forgot you were over there."

Emmett shrugged. "That's not even close to the most disgusting thing I've heard since we got here. You're good."

Andy stopped by on his way to work soon after 8:00 that morning and placed a vase of flowers on a table before kissing Emily on the cheek.

"Thanks, Andy. They're beautiful."

"It was the best I could find at 8:00 in the morning," he said apologetically. "How are you feeling?"

"Blissfully numb."

"I imagine that's a good thing."

Sharon was back in front of the contraction monitor, peering closely at the screen and following the measurements with her finger. She was oblivious to Andy's arrival, despite the fact that she'd talked to him on the phone less than an hour ago and knew he was stopping by. Emily got an ice chip from the bowl beside her bed and pelted it at Sharon. "Hey, Dr. Quinn. We have a visitor." She rolled her eyes at Andy. "Mom and Emmett are obsessed with that contraction thing. I couldn't care less whether I'm having one, but they think they have to tell me every time."

Andy nodded. "That sounds about right."

Sharon jumped when the ice hit her cheek. "Wha—Emily—oh, hi, honey."

Emily's doctor came in to check her progress then, so Sharon and Andy stepped out into the hall. He had examined Emily more often than he normally would have during labor because of her 'advanced maternal age.' "I thought her doctor was a woman," Andy whispered as they left the room.

"She is, but Dr. Jensen was the one on call in her office when she went into labor," Sharon explained.

"Is he really a doctor?! He looks like he's twelve! We've got to find someone who's been out of medical school longer than two days—"

"Andy, he's a great doctor," Sharon said, looking amused. "Emily had to have an appointment with all of the obstetricians in the practice, since there was a possibility of someone besides her own doctor delivering the baby. She really liked him."

"But how long could he have been doing this?! I'm sorry if I'm a little concerned about having Doogie Howser deliver my granddaughter!"

"My god, Andy, would you rather do it yourself?"

"I've probably delivered more babies than he has!" With being in patrol for a few years when they started out, both Andy and Sharon had delivered a couple of babies, but the necessity for that had been rare for both of them. "He's probably too caught up in some hospital romance to even focus on Emily! What, you're the one who made me start watching Grey's Anatomy! This place is a romance war zone!" Andy said after Sharon gave him an odd look.

A few minutes later, they were allowed back in the room. "I'm serious, Sharon, Em needs a more experienced doctor! All you've talked about is how this isn't a typical delivery, with—"

"Andy, if the next thing out of your mouth has anything to do with my age, you're getting the ice," Emily warned, holding up the bowl of ice chips.

"I don't recommend it. She has a pretty good arm," Sharon advised.

"Okay, but seriously, can't you ask for someone who's delivered more than five babies before?!"

"I've actually delivered over a thousand," Dr. Jensen informed him, coming back in the room to get something he'd forgotten. He gave Andy a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. I'm not as young as I look, and I'm perfectly qualified." A horrified expression came over Andy's face when the doctor came back in, and Sharon, Emily, and Emmett burst into laughter.

The rest of the chapter is at ff.net

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ALEXA LOPEZ ➝ SECOND SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Alexa Valéria Lopez. ❖ PRONOUNS: She/Her. ❖ AGE: 22. (November 12th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Second. ❖ GRADE: Junior. ❖ MAJOR: Dance. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Demiromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Naya Rivera.

I'LL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE ME

Born and raised in the heart of Los Angeles, Alexa is a total city girl through and through. Right from her take-no-crap attitude, down to her party animal, life loving ways, there’s no mistaking this Lopez’s routes. Despite the fact that they hadn’t planned on children so soon after getting married, Maribel and Pedro took to parenthood as well as they could. Not that Alexa gave them much choice, being a total handful right from the start. They were busy people, but from birth, Alexa made sure that she’d always have the attention she needed, and she’d never go ignored or fade into the background. She was one of those babies that cried loud enough for the patients at the other side of the hospital to get an earache when she made her entrance into the big wide world, though that was basically the last of her crying. A happy baby, she smiled the most, laughed the loudest, and never gave her parents time to breathe. Alexa demanded full attention, without even realizing it, and that was something that she never managed to shake. She wanted to be her own person before she even knew what individuality was, in fact.

One of Alexa’s earliest memories was appearing on a talk show with her parents, and completely stealing the show. She had one of those obnoxious, contagious giggles that had the audience laughing right along with her. She had a lot of energy, and despite being told to sit in her seat, she spent most of her time there running back and forth across the stage. Maribel and Pedro were kind of pissed, but they didn’t let it show. She was their firstborn, after all, so they were obviously kind of obsessed with her. That didn’t make her any less of a handful, though, and many an afternoon would be spent with her Abuela, when her parents just couldn’t handle their precious little handful. It was Abuela, in fact, who decided eventually that something needed to be done about the little girl. Sure, the older woman could handle her rebellious nature, but she knew she had to help out her son and his wife, so after a little research into the best ones in the area, she enrolled Alexa in dance classes. It started out with just ballet, and from the moment her pink ballet pump touched that hard wood floor, Alexa was hooked. Nobody could believe the amount of discipline that little girl could have, even if it was just for the short hour she was in ballet class. Alexa loved it, and her parents and grandmother loved that they’d found a way to control her, if only for the time she was there.

With Alexa outgrowing the rest of the girls in her class with her natural ability, Abuela enrolled her granddaughter in other classes, such as jazz and hip hop, and once again, Alexa loved it. Before long, she was appearing in recitals and her family would be the ones in the crowd clapping and cheering the loudest for their tearaway little girl, and Alexa loved the attention. She thrived on the applause, and as she grew, so did her ability. She could captivate an entire room whenever she broke out into a dance routine, and despite her young age she, as well as everybody around her, knew that she’d found her calling. By the time Alexa was twelve years old, she’d been in numerous competitions, both solo and group, and she’d won more first place ribbons and trophies than she knew what to do with. Dance was something that shaped Alexa’s life entirely, and she’s thankful for it every day. Still, outside of the dance studio, her behavior never really improved.

Sure, Alexa was a nice girl. She was bubbly, friendly, polite when she wanted to be. Total Lopez charm. She was still one to never allow herself to be tamed, though, and from the moment she got her first fake ID, she and her friends would frequent bars and clubs that they really shouldn’t have been in, but they weren’t harming anyone. They’d drink, but not excessively, and they’d just enjoy the all around atmosphere. It was at one of these bars where Alexa was spotted by a man with a plan. Though still only sixteen, she and her friends were regulars by this point, and they had the bar staff wrapped around their little fingers. Whenever the place was quiet, they’d get full control of the sound system, and this one night, they’d done just that. Alexa and a friend were dancing to their chosen song, when an older man approached them, making a beeline for Alexa. He told her about a new club he was opening, where he was looking for pole dancers, and he just knew he had to have her be one of them. Keeping her age a secret, she accepted the offer, and the rest was history.

Working in the club was great. It gave Alexa all of the attention she craved, as well as gave her yet another reason to dance outside of her many dance classes. She got paid for it, too. Not that money was an issue, but it was cool to make her own, rather than always having to ask her parents for the things she wanted. The advantages were endless, and even when the owner found out she was underage, he let the information slide, because Alexa was one of his best. She was a crowd favorite, and he wasn’t about to give that up. However, when she turned eighteen, she had to pry herself away from the place, because it was time for college, and despite her love for her hometown, she knew she needed to get out of there and do something huge. Taking off her clothes and dancing on a pole was great, but it wasn’t the career she wanted. Alexa’s life plan had been to dance back up for someone big, then she’d eventually ditch to become a choreographer for the stars, someplace worthy like New York City or back home in Los Angeles. She needed the qualifications under her belt first, though, and not just the experience.

There were plenty of schools that caught Alexa’s attention. Most of them in New York, and when Alexa visited, she loved the vibe and the thrill of the big city. She checked out schools like Tisch and Juilliard, both of which had specifically scouted her. Juilliard was a great school, but the atmosphere just didn’t fit what she wanted. NYU: Tisch’s Performing Arts program was something Alexa could put to use, though. It’d qualify her to dance in shows, which would be great for her plan to backup dance, and she knew the school was one of the best around. So, she wrote up an application, sent in an audition tape, and soon she was being called in for a real audition. Naturally, Alexa sailed through it with flying colors, and she received her acceptance letter soon after. Sure, it kind of sucked to have to leave LA, but Alexa was sure this was the right move for her, so she grabbed the opportunity with both hands.

To begin with, Alexa fit into college life naturally. With her talkative, bubbly nature, she had no problem adjusting, but she soon began to realize people weren’t as genuine as those she was used to. From kindergarten, Alexa had attended private schools, right through to high school, and nobody really made too much of a big deal about who she was, since there were a lot of other ‘famous’ students there, too. College, however, was a whole other ballgame. There had been a huge buzz around Alexa’s acceptance to Tisch ever since she’d posted an Instagram update about it, but it wasn’t until she actually started her freshman year there that she realized how terrible of an idea it had been to try to attend a normal school. The students were worse than the paparazzi; constantly swarming Alexa and trying to hang out. She had no time to herself, and while she usually would’ve liked the attention, this was suffocating, and she couldn’t cope with having absolutely zero privacy. As much as it killed her to drop out of her dream school, Alexa only lasted a few months before she was packing her bags and heading back out to California.

Despite her terrible college experience, Alexa was absolutely not ready to give up on her dream. She needed to continue her studies, and become the best dancer she could be. So, although it had never been on her list of places to attend, Alexa applied to Pacific State, knowing they had the artistic programs available to suit her needs, and was accepted for the fall semester. This put her a year behind, but that wasn’t a problem. Getting her old job back took absolutely no effort. It seemed, however, that whatever job Alexa had, someone would always want her for something more. Just like that night in the bar, when her current boss had found her and invited her to work for him, an almost repeat happened one night in the club. It was all in a night’s work for a stripper to flirt with the clients, and in an effort to keep one of the more wealthy clients around, Alexa put her game into full motion, pulling out all the stops. They talked for most of the night, until eventually he divulged his line of work to her, obviously assuming he could trust her. He’d been right, Alexa wasn’t one to spread people’s secrets, and before long, he’d hooked her in. The Lopez family are obviously wealthy, so two jobs weren’t exactly necessary on top of college, but Alexa barely thought twice about taking up his offer of working on the side as one of the escorts in his escort service.

As of right now, she doesn’t sleep with the clients, she’s just there to accompany them on dates and is total arm candy for them, and she gets paid a pretty penny for it. She gets fed, too, so it’s basically a win win for her. Especially since she has managed to keep it a secret so far, worrying that it might damage her reputation as one of the best young dancers around if anyone was to find out. Lately, her boss has begun to get a little pushy for her to do more than just link arms with the guys she escorts, but Alexa is yet to budge. She can hold her own, and doesn’t need the extra money it’d bring her. It’s all fun and games for now. Until it’s not, of course, but she believes she’s tough enough to not have to worry about that. Perhaps she’s just a little naive or something.

BABY, THERE'S NO OTHER SUPERSTAR

Alexa has long, dark hair, with the ends dyed a subtle caramel color, pretty much down to her butt, and she usually wears it down and with its natural wave. Occasionally, she’ll curl it, but only for special events such as nights out or dance competitions, if the requirements allow it. For the most part, during the day, she dresses casually, opting for things like skinny jeans, cute shirts and casual day dresses. Night time is a different story, though, if she’s going out. Alexa likes to show off what she calls her ‘dancers abs’, so she’ll wear tiny, tight-fitting tops that show them off perfectly, with things like booty shorts, that can barely be considered shorts. Sometimes, however, she’ll go with a tight-fitting dress, and usually, the shorter the better. She likes her body, and sees nothing wrong with showing it off. Alexa has her ears pierced twice, as well as her navel, and has one tattoo; a small, pink bow at the top of her back, just below her neck.

YOU KNOW THAT I'LL BE YOUR PAPARAZZI

Maribel and Pedro are both famous actors, who were cast as love interests toward the start of Pedro’s career. The two shared a management team, and to put his name on the map, they were asked to date as a publicity stunt. They quickly fell in love and a real romance begun, with the two marrying and starting a family soon after. They’re still big names and very active in the acting world today.