#cait yuck

[starlooove]

Imma be so honest the only arcane characters I truly 100% like are Mel and Ekko 🫢

[kimmimaru]

So, I'm just curiously looking at the Rebirth version of the gold saucer date options. At the moment I'm sort of leaning towards Barett or Red, but since nearly everyone in my party has a blue smiley face I have no clue who I'll end up dating. Anyways, I'm reading about this and aparently you can also get a 'guys night' with Cid, Vincent and Cait? Loool. Sounds like fun. But I also read something about being able to get your date to have an... 'intimate conclusion'...what does that MEAN??? I'm vaguely horrified since Red is a date option..and so is Yuffie. Yuck lol. But still very curious because Barret is an option. Now I need that date. I need to know wtf they mean by 'intimate conclusion'...(no spoilers plz, I wish to discover this on my own) The 'boys night' date needs a frigging fanfic about it because SE aren't going to give us an 'intimate conclusion' to that one, so we must do it our damn selves. Lol.

[whalefelled]

morrigan gets a kiss from cait, no reason || @chanticle

Morrigan lingered a moment after the kiss was pressed to her lips with her eyes upon the book's page. She thought about finishing the passage, but she could feel the terrible burn of a blush creeping up her neck and to her cheeks and so she shut her book with a hefty thud before setting it on the table beside her and reached out for Caitrin as she attempted to escape with her cheeky grin.

Morrigan pulled the woman down into the chair with her, adjusting with some clusmy failings to seat herself in her Warden's lap.

"Much better." she announced, cold hand reaching up and holding Cait's chin between two fingers to draw her into a long kiss, only broken when the door to the room was opened by Keiran who announced himself with a loud

"Yuck."

"Yuck?" Morrigan intoned with raised eyebrows as their son meandered over, she gently tugged on him to drag him into the cuddle pile, peppering kisses over him with Cait's help until they all settled with the various elbows so no one's ribs would be bruised from cuddling.

She would let herself be melancholy about the lost time she created later, for now Morrigan combed Keiran's hair with her nails, settling into listening to Cait's heart while Keiran seemed more than content to babble to Cait about the book he'd been reading, what ever he'd originally come in for long forgotten.

A chuckle bubbled in her chest at the normalcy they had, and she pressed the smile into another kiss to Cait's cheek.

[kindtobechurlish]

Cait is scared of me! I know it’s not me, it’s what I created! I’m not preaching hate, instead government would appear and idol worship would get you condemned! I don’t want to test God, I shall never say, “give me the grace you gave your beloved King David.” That’s testing God, like you saying to God, “jump! Jump when I say jump, oh lord.” What is that? Now you see the relationship between God and man. Moses was a servant of God, and according to God’s house and the seat of David you see means to be a child of God. Solomon in proverbs said, “my son”, implying to take heed to his advice, and David did too in Psalms. Now, I can tell you how the relationship between servant and master is personified.. God and Moses. Now, a man can be a master just for his ability to rede to be: make a prophet and a congregation, and that bourgeois is what separates man, daughter, from parents. Anyways.. Cait sees me and everyone else just wants to go to a function, Cait is the Dutch who wants to be accepted. I came to think about Cait, and I’m not mad at her. Now, people would see KATIE and want to be just like her. History rhymes. That’s not right!

Katie is a testimony to myself, and her, did I make her mad? I can’t call it. All I know is that “Nazism” makes alone people feel loved. “I’m Aryan.”

Yes. The Kike doesn’t want you to know this information. The Kike doesn’t want you to know because then you will understand me and God. I see the relation between servant and master, and I tremble when I see God sent Nathan to rebuke David! I make dedications to my God, and I go out and tell people about my God, and because they are wicked i personify culture. I’m not Ptolemy, I’m not GREEK.. and I’m ready to mirror Ptolemy and be in a “city” with my kind. Modern Egypt, and Sudan? YUCK!!!!! By the tangent you see FAMINE!

[satans-left-asscheeky]

more child sole lmao how would the companions react to kid sole just. fuckin biting someone. in self-defense, yeah, but there are still several other ways they could defend themselves they just choose teeth

Maccready

"No! We don't put anything but food in our mouths. Okay?"

As a parent it's a conversation he's had many times, usually when Duncan tried to eat a comic book or stuffing from his teddy bear, so sole bitting into a raider was new territory for him he'll admit. He's hoping the same parenting technique works, because truth be told he's exhausted and out of ideas.

Hancock

"Now I'm not sure if I took psycho and just don't remember it, or if you did... either way this might sound hypocritical coming from me, but you are way to young for drugs...."

Once they had told him no they were not on his chems he would talk to them about why it's not okay to go feral ghoul on people and just take a chomp outta them.... Truth be told he'd done it a few times, but like he said he's a hypocrite, and he was trying to set a good example here.

Cait

"That's it! Make em' pay!"

Its a good thing sole was prewar. Cait had seen her for share of people bite off more than they can chew and ending up losing a tooth. Dental care isn't exactly great in the wastes, but this little shit has teeth of steel perfect for chomping and chomp they shall.

Danse

"Absolutely not acceptable soldier! You are part of the brotherhood, not a common scavver, you can't go around biting people."

He'd sound like an angry dad the entire time. He'd lecture sole the whole way back to the prydwen/police station about ethics and what is and isn't acceptable in hand to hand combat

Curie

"While I know you were in quite the pickle there, please do not bite people! You could get many unwanted diseases"

Shes very concerned about soles health both mental and physical, but for the moment she's more concerned about them becoming ill, and is to stunned to try and tackle the mental this very instant.

Deacon

"I'm guessing you're a little behind on your rabies shots? Did you know rabies is one of the most deadly illnesses? Its said once you start experiencing symptoms its already to late..... welp guess you're screwed"

If he had successfully spooked sole with the rabies lie he'd call it a day, but if they rolled their eyes and didn't belive him he'd keep trying to sell them the whole rabies thing until he felt they were efficiently scared. He's of the opinion if someone traumatizes you, you traumatize them right back. He never though a child could creep him out this much, but holy shit being bitten by a crazed child was now on deacons top 10 fears list. Safe to say he's either sleeping with one eye open, or duck taping the little piranha's mouth shut before bed.

Piper

"Blue! We do not bite people... If they weren't already dead I'd consider making you apologize! Now please for the love of everything, spit that out"

She'd be disgusted. Did Sole know where that had been? And if they did, did they really want it in their mouth? Yuck.

Nick

"Now why would you do that... I cant imagine commonwealth cuisine could ever taste good let alone raw....come on let's get you cleaned up... got a bit of raider stuck in your teeth"

Maniacal beeping is one thing, but chewing down on some low lives is another, beyond the part where it's just plain gross its also not the most morally sound way of dealing with threats either...

Preston

"Uhhh you've got blood.... in your teeth?"

A child going feral was not apart of what he had planned today give him a minute to ground himself. Preston's internally freaking out, because what the fuck just happened!?

X6-88

"That was lazy Sir/Ma'am. Next time you get close enough to bite someone, try sticking your thumbs in their eye socket instead... trust me it's far more effective.... and far more satisfying"

He's done it before...

[ra1955]

I miss the old Sam and Cait. It is getting to where it isn't fun anymore. I want to be supportive of both of their projects outside of OL but geez, Cait seems bitter or something. I just feel yuck about her Vanity Fair article. Maybe I will snap out of it in a few days. We loved her at the beginning and will love her till the end and beyond OL if she will let us. IDK. The article just hit me wrong.

[mama-tumblz]

Have you ever reported an act on IG? Sam, cait and amy shiels (weird) are tagged in pretty weird posts that I saw this morning.

Yuck. I don’t do much with IG at all, so no I have not. But I wouldn’t hesitate to report an offensive post if I saw one, for whatever good it would do.

[shortkingvi]

I’ve had a thought. why do you reckon so many of these fics have the kirammans accepting vi right off the bat, no strings attached? it seems like Cassandra ought to be absolutely sideways spitting mad over this little undercity urchin dragging her daughter around, doing gremlin shit, getting her shot at or beat up and doing all kinds of uncouth activities when they literally pulled Cait outta the enforcers because she got blown up a little. she was kinda disgusted with Vi from jump, so that seems like the PERFECT angst fuel? And no one is using it? am I missing something here or

i think that people are mixing “there’s no homophobia in runeterra” with “there’s no situation where parents might be hesitant about their child’s significant other” which like???????? ABSOLUTELY they would

in a place with such a heavily defined and imbalanced class system like piltover-zaun, there’s no WAY caitlyn’s parents wouldn’t be at least a little hesitant about the whole thing!

i think that there’s a LOT of substance in this dynamic but you do gotta be careful not to make it a “caitlyn dates zaunites to stick it to her mom” because yuck. that being said, it would be very intriguing to see the way caitlyn balances the two opposing ideals and what the moment is that makes the kirammans’ opinions turn re: vi as a person and as a partner to their daughter

[starlooove]

I need a jinx and ekko building together montage

[returnn-of-the-mac]

How would the companions, including DLC characters, (+ Maxson, Cade, Haylen, Rhys, Sturges, Desdemona, Glory, Father, and Synth!Shaun) react to Sole acting high off their tits? And then they find out it’s because Sole is part feline and has been rolling in catnip? Bonus point points if laser pointer-related shenanigans follow said discovery.

Nick broke the 4th wall so much in this lmao sorry. Also only a handful of the companions (the ones I thought would actually do this) taunt Sole with the laser. Please enjoy!

FO4 Companions (+Many Others) React: Sole Being Part Cat

*[Companion] walks in to Sole rolling around in kitty litter*

…

Curie: [intrigued] Zo Ztrange. Zis ees deeztinctly feline behavior.

Codsworth: [Sir/Mum]! Pick yourself up and out of that filthy catnip! It’s probably festering with bacteria.

Piper: [slightly embarrassed] Havin fun, Blue?

Gage: [embarrassed] C’mon boss, stop it [harshly whispering] You’re makin us look bad.

Nick: I should be surprised, but I’ve already reacted to you doing much more absurd things.

Longfellow: You, uh…you good kid? Drink a little too much?

Strong: Why human act funny? Look like flipped over Radroach!

Ada: [Sir/Ma’am]. You are acting strange. Is there any way I can assist you?

MacCready: [looking away; embarrassed] Yeah. Rolling around in catnip. Totally normal behavior.

Cait: [annoyed] Oh c’mon now! Cut the crap! Yer embarrassin yerself!

Hancock: [amused; chuckling] The hell did you take? Give me somma that shit.

Preston: General, you look unwell and you’re acting strange. You need to see a doctor.

Sturges: [amused] Glad to see you’re takin a break and having some fun!

Deacon: [playfully] Hey! Don’t have all the fun!

Tom: [amused] Mind if I join ya!?

Desdemona: That’s quite…disgusting.

Glory: [amused] Yuck! You do you, but I’m not partaking.

Danse: [harshly whispering] Stop it, soldier. You’re violating our code of conduct…and you’re making a fool of yourself.

Haylen: [concerned] Hey, uh, are—are you okay there?

Rhys: The fuck is wrong with you? I knew you were an idiot.

Maxson: What has gotten into you Knight? This behavior is inappropriate.

Cade: Hm. This behavior is certainly abnormal. I would like to conduct some medical testing on you, Knight.

X6-88: Is there a reason for this behavior, [sir/ma’am]?

Father: [disgusted] What do you think you’re doing?

Shaun: [scared] [M-mom/D-Dad]? Are you okay?

…

After some medical tests, it turns out that Sole was part feline.

Curie: Well zen! Zat zertainly explain’s zeir peculiar antics!

Codsworth: I beg your pardon!? But…how? Did Vault Tec have something to do with this?

Piper: A cat, huh? [devious grin; pulls out laser] Ohh Blueee~

Gage: No way! What!? [laughing, reveals laser] I carry this around for Mason but this. This‘ll be fuckin hilarious.

Nick: Even with this twist, I’ve still reacted to stranger.

Longfellow: A cat you say? [removes laser pointer]

Strong: Part cat? [suddenly scared] Human scratch Strong!?

Ada: Interesting. My databases don’t indicate any previous accounts of homosapien-feline hybrids. You must be one-of-a-kind, [sir/ma’am].

MacCready: [genuinely amused, but pretending not to be] You can’t be serious. [takes out laser and stares at it]…always wanted to try this though.

Cait: [unconvinced] Yeah, yeah. An’ I’m part bloodbug.

Hanocck: No kiddin, huh? Well. Cat’s are chill.

Preston: One of the best Generals in Minuteman history is part cat. That’s impressive.

Sturges: [Roars with laughter]

Deacon: [excited]You can’t make this shit up! [takes out laser pointer]

Tom: Nah! For real!? Ha, that’s great [takes out laser] And so is this baby.

Desdemona: What’s next? Deacon’s a molerat…don’t answer that.

Glory: I’ve heard my share of crazy stories, but this is something else.

Danse: [completely baffled] I…I don’t know what to say.

Haylen: [playfully pets Sole’s hair and giggles]

Rhys: And just when I thought you couldn’t get any more despicable. [Takes out laser pointer]

Maxson: [on the verge of a breakdown] One of my best Knights…is…a cat.

Cade: Better a cat than a malfunctioning synth!

X6-88: [skeptical] I somehow don’t believe that [takes out laser] I’m going to need solid evidence.

Father: Stop with this nonsense!

Shaun: [Mom/Dad] is a cat? Can…can I keep it?

…

While some of the companions took this new information and rolled with it, others decided to have some fun.

…

Piper: [giggling] Look, Blue? What’s that? What’s that? [moves laser in opposite direction] Where’d it go!?

Longfellow: [slightly intoxicated] [aims laser off dock and into ocean]

Gage: [moves laser in circles and watches Sole run around] Heh heh. Go get it, boss!

MacCready: [moves laser back and forth; chuckling]

Hancock: [amused; lazily moves laser back and forth] Heh. This is pretty damn entertaining.

Deacon: [laughing and moving laser in circles] ooooOOH! [moves laser up wall] OOOooooh! [moves laser down wall]

Tom: Heh ha! Go get it, kitty! [moves laser in zigzag patterns]

Rhys: [points laser off the edge of Cambridge Police Station roof] [Sole hisses and claws the shit out of him]

X6-88: [Moves laser in a perfectly straight line back and forth] Cat confirmed.

[contemplatingoutlander]

A PARODY POST: What if some of the mean girl manips were actually made by a 7th grader? 🤔

I made the mistake of scrolling down a blog today that initially looked okay--but then I saw this manip:

The hate towards Sam and/ or Cait has taken such a juvenile turn lately, I’m having some difficulty wrapping my mind around an adult woman making the kind of manip that would be a hit among the mean girls in middle school.

So instead, I’d prefer to think that manip was made by a 7th grade girl by the name of “Addison” who has been pretending to be older on her Tumblr blog. Somehow, the thought of a 13 year-old making such a manip doesn’t make me angry. It just makes me shake my head and smile, remembering how dramatic girls can be at that age. 

So bear with me as I do one of my silly parody posts (it’s been a while). 

SCENE: A few weeks ago. Thirteen year-old Addison is in her room fuming...

OMG! OMG! OMG!

Cait married Tony! Yuck! 🤢 How could she marry Tony?! 😡 

How? How? HOW? When she could have--SHOULD have--married ❤️️ SAM! ❤️️

And OMG! If that wasn’t bad enough! 

Did people SEE this?!

I can’t believe that Geneva woman! 

Just look at her. She’s CLINGING to Sam!  She’s practically drooling!

This CAN’T be real! It just can’t be!

No, of course it’s not real!

If he’s not with Cait, he’s gay! He has to be!

But I don’t want him to be gay! 😩

Grow up Addison! EVERYONE says he has to be if he’s not with Cait. That’s the ONLY explanation!

And no way he’s with that little conniving bitch!

All right Mr. Sam Roland Heughan!

You think you’re going to get away with this?!

I’m not going to let that happen...I’ll, I’ll...

But what can I do? What?

Okay, Addie. BREATHE.

THINK. 

Think about what a girl who was totally AWESOME would do. 

A totally awesome girl... Oh, I know!

What would Eleven do? 

YESSS! Eleven was beyond awesome in that scene! And so cute❣️

And did you see that scrunchy?! OMG! So adorable! And look at Mike in the background just pining for her! ❤️️

STOP! 

Focus Addie.

Okay... Okay... 

Eleven has super powers. You don’t have super powers. You can’t just blow that Geneva girl away with your mind! 

But it would be so AMAZING if I could!

But you can’t. 😖

So think. THINK!

That Geneva photo was staged for sure. No way it was real. I bet he paid that little bitch lots of money...💵

Money...Wait! Now THAT’S an idea! 

BRILLIANT! 💡 If I do say so myself.

I’ll make a manip. A great manip that makes them both look like losers!

I’ll show them... I’ll show them both! 😈

[And that’s how Addison got the idea for the Sam and Hannah manip.]

I’d prefer to think of that manip and similar mean girl manips making the rounds as having been generated by a 7th grader like Addison rather than some middle-aged woman.

A young girl like Addison who works herself up to create such a nasty manip is annoying but cute at the same time.

Maybe the women who are making these kinds of manips are just channeling their inner middle school mean girls. 

Still, it isn’t as cute when someone is 40. 

So in the future, if I see some mean spirited manip about Sam, Cait and/ or an SO, I’ll be imaging it was made by Addison in a rush of juvenile angst and indignation. 

And I’ll smile...

Sources: Door manip (01 + 02); Tony manip (03 + 04); Sam manip (05 + 06); Sam & Hannah (before edits); Eleven 

[kimmimaru]

I made it to the Saucer in Rebirth. God, I hate this place so much. Elena having the shit scared out of her in the haunted hotel though was funny. Also Sephiroth randomly appearing to tell Cloud to have a good time, yeah he said it very ominously but that was nice of him lol. Still not a huge fan of Yuffie, but she's the youngest character and young characters always annoy me. Not looking forward to Cait Sith joining the band because...well, he's annoying too. I make no apoloise for that.

Currently I'm wondering around actively avoiding doing any minigames, I know I might have to...I just don't WANT to. Also Dio looks...kind of gross. I feel like he would feel greasy. Yucky. He is everything I imagined from his little square shaped avatar in the OG though tbh. Icky and kind of sticky. The man oils his muscles and it gives me brain sensory yuck, because I feel like I can FEEL it. Kind of want more Andrea though, we have too little of him.

Am very interested to find out who I'll end up on a date with, because I've been aiming for either Barett or Red, not sure if Red even IS an option tbh but its worth trying lol. Still not liking the Zack bits, its still confusing. >:( But they're short enough not to bother me hugely. Loving the amount of Sephiroth we're getting, the man has got creepy stalker down to an art and my little Sefikura heart enjoys it muchly. I think it would funny if Sephiroth was an option for the gold saucer date, can you imagine? Cloud goes on a date with his spiritual stalker. Lol. Or maybe if he just lurked in the background, hovering behind food stalls and shit. Watching. I dunno, its 3 am and I should be asleep I need to stop rambling. OH! Also, I am so excited for the Barett and Dyne shit. That is one of my fave parts of the OG (I mean everything in the OG is my fave, technically). I'm never sure why but I just loved it. Also also, Cloud's slow descent into madness/mental breakdown? Mmmm. Loving it. Again, one of my fave parts of the OG and they're doing a damn good job of it here as well. The way he seems to sort of forget or brush it off but the others are slowly growing more and more wary around him, starting to treat him like he's actually sick...yes. All the yes. I just really like Cloud's total lack of concern and everyone else is like: Uhhh, yeah...maybe go lie down? And Barett sort of becoming the group dad-friend? Yes. More yesses. But now it is time he looked after himself for a while and have it out with the ex-bestie.

[falloutdialogue]

Deezer and Companions

Deezer is a Mister Handy found in Covenant. He makes Deezer's Lemonade (which he is very enthusiastic about,) a drink with a secret recipe that more than likely doesn’t include lemons. He’ll give the player one can for free every in-game day. Every companion but X6-88 and Dogmeat will talk to Deezer; they’ll make a comment upon seeing him, then approach and have a short conversation.

Cait: Is that a robot... sellin' drinks? Codsworth: Ah, a fellow Mister Handy. Curie: Oh, it is a Mr. Handy. Danse: That machine appears to be selling something. Deacon: Let me try something. Hancock: Christ. This thing. MacCready: Another robot drink vendor? Hope this one doesn't just sell noodles. Piper: Huh. What's this guy up to? Preston: What's going on here? Strong: Humans always drinking. Makes them weak. Valentine: Well, look who it is.

Cait: Oi! Tin can. What do ya have on tap? Deezer: Why, nothing but the most refreshing, delicious lemonade you've ever tasted! Cait: Lemonade? Does it have whisky in it or somethin'? Deezer: There are no alcoholic additives or artifical preservatives of any kind! Only good old-fashioned cold refreshment! Cait: Yuck. You know what, I think I'll pass.

Codsworth: Hello there, chap. Good to see another of General Atomic's finest still eager to serve. Deezer: And a good day to you too, Sir! Can I interest you in a refreshing glass of Deezer’s Lemonaid? Codsworth: Don't be daft, you know I can't use the stuff. Deezer: No discrimination here. Everyone benefits from Deezer's Lemonade. Get yours today while supplies last. Codsworth: A pity. It appears Deezer's programming is too severe to allow for normal conversation. Ah well.

Curie: What is your function? Deezer: Don't be the last person on the block to try fabulous Deezer's Lemonade. Curie: Lemonade, truly? But I see no lemons. Deezer: The secret recipe is a tightly guarded secret. But here, try a complimentary beverage. Curie: He is very odd, no?

Danse: Unidentified Mister Handy unit... state your identification and your intention please. Deezer: The name is Deezer, and my intention is to provide you with the ultimate refreshment experience, Deezer's Lemonade! Danse: You're obviously malfunctioning. I suggest you report to a maintenance center as soon as possible. Deezer: Pardon me, sergeant/airman/petty officer/insert rank here... but you're mistaken. I'm simply here to quench your thirst! Danse: Oh, never mind.

Deacon: Override code. Gamma 3 Delta Tango Cinnamon. Deezer: Psst. Hey, mister. Do you want a cold delicious... lemonade? Deacon: Command override. Vocal audio House, Robert. "Access core programming." Deezer: You're really missing out. Enjoy a longer, healthier life with: Deezer's Lemonade. Deacon: Ah, too bad. I won those codes in a poker game once. Hasn't worked yet. [The code is a reference to Robert House]

Hancock: Hey robot. You get your liquor license yet? Deezer: Deezer's lemonade has fewer rads and more flavor! Hancock: Rad intake ain't exactly high on my list of concerns these days. You got any booze? Deezer: Your feedback is important to us. Please lodge any complaints with our customer service department. Me! Hancock: Oh, I'm about to lodge something.

MacCready: Hey there. What's on the menu? Deezer: Why, Deezer's Lemonade of course! It's the most thirst-quenching drink in the Commonwealth! MacCready: Aaaand? Deezer: And... I certainly hope you'll have a glass. It's amazingly refreshing, sir! MacCready: Sigh. Doesn't anyone program normal robot bartenders anymore?

Piper: Hey there, buddy. You lost? Deezer: No way! I'm selling Deezer's lemonade. Best lemonade in Covenant, three years running! Piper: Uh, lemonade? Doesn't that require... lemons? Deezer: Our secret recipe makes every glass of Deezer's a refreshment to remember. Piper: So I'm going to take that as a "no."

Preston: So, what... you selling drinks? Deezer: Yes, indeed! Known far and wide as the best lemonade in Covenant! Preston: Hmm, why not? I'll take one. Deezer: Excellent! Enjoy!  Preston: [disgusted] Hmm, uh... whew. So that's lemonade. Always wondered. Now I know.

Strong: Metal man? Why is metal man here? Deezer: Do you like lemonade my dear green goliath? It's the freshest of Deezer's latest batch. Strong: What is lemon-aid? Deezer: Hmm. A cultural barrier I see. Just trust me; it’s a marvelous elixir made with Deezer’s own secret ingredient. Strong: Looks like piss. Tastes like piss.

Valentine: Hey Deezer. How's business? Deezer: Business is booming for the most popular lemonade in Covenant. Valentine: Well, good for you. Still haven't poisoned anyone? Deezer: Any recent illnesses cannot be directly attributed to Deezer's lemonade. Valentine: That's the spirit.

[stillthewordgirl]

CaptainCanary fic: With Eyes Wide Open (ch. 3 of ?)

In a world where Rip Hunter never formed the Legends, Leonard Snart is trying to mend his ways and work with Team Flash, though sometimes it's easier than others. Meanwhile, Sara Lance is gradually dealing with the blood lust left behind by the Pit and trying to get used to being a hero again herself. When they encounter each other one day in Central City, it seems like a match that just might be meant to be.

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Note: This is an accidental pregnancy fic, one in which both contributors to said pregnancy decide to continue their relationship and do their best with it. If you don't like such things, be warned.

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Ch. 3: OK. Now...the stuff pertinent to the overall plot starts hitting us.

Early pregnancy. Angst. Stress. Talk of options. You've been warned. Remember, however, that it IS me. ;) And there will be some resolution at the end of this chapter.

Many thanks to Pir8grl!

Can also be read here at AO3 or here at FF.net.

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About five weeks later

It starts with the coffee.

Sara just doesn’t want any one morning. That’s a bit unusual, but she’d slept well the night before, and she’s not so caffeine-addicted that she’ll get a headache by skipping a day. So, she does. Then another.

And another.

And then it seems there’s always something going on, and she just doesn’t start that particular morning tradition again. It’s not so drastic that Leonard notices, either—although Sara winds up spending so much of her time with him in Central City than they might as well be officially living together, neither of them is one for lazy mornings.

At least, not unless those lazy mornings are spent in bed. And not sleeping.

After an uncertain amount of time, she notices that on those mornings Leonard does make coffee—he has a single-cup maker—it just plain smells…off. Foul. Stomach-turning. She mentions it once and he gives it a sniff, shrugging and dumping it out and muttering something about cleaning the coffee maker. And Sara forgets again.

Then Sara sets foot in CC Jitters one morning on her way over to STAR Labs, and she nearly has to clap her hand over her mouth and run back out as the mingled strong scents of coffee, breakfast foods, and other things turn her stomach. But she’d promised Iris and Caitlin coffee this morning, and damn it, she’ll keep that promise.

“When the hell did Jitters change their house coffee blend?” she asks irritably as she walks into the Cortex, juggling the drink holder. “This one stinks to high heaven. Just…eww. I wanted to gag. Actually, I did.”

Caitlin gives her a surprised look, taking one of the cardboard travel cups. “I don’t think they have? I was there just yesterday with Harry and it seemed exactly the same.” She removes the top of the cup and takes a careful sip as Sara and Iris exchange amused glances over their friend’s gradually ever-increasingly “Harry” references. “Hm. Tastes the same too. How odd.”

Iris shrugs, giving her own cup a sniff. “Seems fine to me. Smells like coffee.” She lifts an eyebrow as Sara takes her own cup. “So you didn’t get any?”

“Yuck. No. Got a smoothie instead. The idea of drinking that…crap…upsets my stomach.” Sara turns away, taking a healthy slug of her drink as her friends exchange a glance. “I haven’t really wanted breakfast lately, but this sounded good.”

Then something about the quality of the silence captures her attention and she glances back at them. “What?”

Iris tends to be the blunter of the two, but she seems to be at a loss for words, and it’s the doctor, of course, who speaks up.

“Sara,” Caitlin says carefully, putting her coffee down and folding her hands on the desk. “Uh. I don’t know how to ask this any more tactfully, but…are you…you know...late?”

Sara frowns at her, taking another drink. “Excuse me?”

Caitlin turns a little pinker. “You know…your, ah, cycle? Because that sounds a little…”

She’s saved from explaining any more of the birds and the bees as Sara nearly sprays out a mouthful of strawberry smoothie. “What?!”

They’ve got to be kidding. Really. She has to be imagining this.

Iris has found her voice, though. “She’s asking if Snart knocked you up,” she says a touch acerbically, but there’s concern in her eyes. “Because that does sound suspicious.”

Sara chokes again, dabbing at a runaway dribble smoothie on her sweatshirt. “Oh, for fuck’s sake! We’ve been careful. Precautions have been taken. Cait…”

“Answer the question, Sara.” Caitlin’s voice is implacable now. Her doctor voice, used when dealing with a recalcitrant patient. “Is your period late? Tell me it’s not, and I’ll leave you be.”

Sara huffs at her, then thinks a moment. And as she’s silent, her eyes widen just a little, and she shakes her head back and forth slowly, as if denying the words she’s about to say.

“Yes…” she says slowly. “About…maybe a couple weeks?” Then she makes a visible effort to shrug off the worry. “But…Caitlin, things haven’t been…normal…that way, not since the Pit. It’s not unusual.  At all. It’s not…not that.”

At this point, Team Flash—and Leonard, as far as it goes—knows about the Pit. Caitlin bites her lip, but she also perseveres.

“Still. You don’t…can’t….know that. Please, Sara.”

Sara throws her hands in the air. “What is it you want me to do?”

That, it seems, Caitlin can deal with. She nods, implacable again. “Take a pregnancy test. Just…if it’s negative, we’ll let it go.”

She darts a look at Iris, who shrugs. “I have a couple unopened ones downstairs,” she adds, then rolls her eyes at Sara’s expression. “What? Barry and I…well, we’ve kind of started trying, and we’re here more than we’re at home, it sometimes seems.”

For a moment, it seems like Sara might fight that, too. But then she shrugs as well. “OK. Why not? Small price to pay for getting you off my back.”

It’s silent in the Cortex as Iris departs. Sara can’t quite bring herself to look at Caitlin, who seems to understand, puttering around checking computers and such and leaving her friend to her thoughts.

She hadn’t lied. They had taken precautions, although Sara hadn’t bothered with more than snagging a condom whenever necessary. (They’d stashed them all around the apartment.) Maybe they’re not the best of means, but…given that her cycle has been so erratic or nonexistent since the Pit and it seemed so unlikely that one who’d been honest-to-god dead could create life…well, she hadn’t worried much.

It couldn’t be. It couldn’t.

Iris is back all too soon, handing Sara a drugstore bag and beating a hasty retreat to Caitlin’s side. Sara takes a deep breath, squares her shoulders, and heads to the restroom. The sooner this is done, the better.

But it isn’t. It really, really isn’t.

“It’s positive,” she says numbly a few minutes later, staring down at that unobtrusive little stick, having stumbled out of the bathroom only moments before. “That can’t be…”

She looks up, taking in Caitlin and Iris, who are both staring at the test too. “It has to be false. Right? That happens?”

But Caitlin clears her throat and reaches out, gently testing the test from her. “False negatives aren’t uncommon this early,” she says quietly. “False positives…that’s not likely.”

“But…I mean, it’s not like we just ignored it. We were careful. And…” Sara lets her voice trails off as she stares at her friends.

This is real, she thinks suddenly. And she’s just starting to put her life back together, just gotten to a point where she’s truly glad to be alive again, and…

Sara takes a step back. Then another.

“I can’t do it,” she says, hearing a note of hysteria in her voice as Caitlin and Iris watch her. “I just can’t. I’m still dealing with…with everything from the Pit, and…” She scrubs a hand over her face, trying to remember what they know, what she’s left out of the story.

“I was an assassin,” she says, words dropping into the silence of the Cortex like stones. “I killed people. A lot of people. I can’t be a mom. That’s just…that’s not right.”

Caitlin, bless her, steps forward after only a moment. Trying to help, because that’s what she does.

“Well,” she says carefully, taking another step and putting a hand on Sara’s shoulder. “You have options. This is early. You know we’ll help, with whatever you want to do.”

Sara drags in another deep breath, but then Iris, always the speaker of the things people don’t want to hear—it must be the journalist in her—joins them.

“Are you going to tell Snart?” she asks gently.

Sara blinks at her. She’s barely begun to digest this herself, let alone think about what it might mean to her lover. “What? No!”

Iris takes a deep breath. “You certainly don’t have to,” she allows. “But if…if you care about him at all, you might want to.” She pauses. “He might surprise you.”

It’s too much. Too soon. All at once.

Sara shakes her head violently. “I can’t believe he’d want…not after his childhood…” She pictures the look on Leonard’s face, the shock, the realization…

And then it all coalesces. She really thinks she does love Leonard, but after all they’ve been through, there’s only one person she really wants to see right now.

“I need to go back to Star,” she says abruptly, turning away. “I need to see Laurel.”

Iris circles her, stopping in front of her on her way out the door. “But…Sara, what about Snart?” She sighs. “OK, I’m maybe not his greatest fan, but…you care about him. You’ve really seemed happy with him.” She bites her lip. “I mean…maybe don’t just vanish on him?”

She’s right, but… Sara shakes her head. “I can’t talk to him yet. I just…I just can’t…” she says helplessly. “Iris…tell him there was an emergency? And that…that I’ll be back. Probably. I just…I need to…think…”

Her friend pauses, then takes a deep breath, reaching out and giving her arms a quick squeeze.

“OK,” she says quietly. “OK. Sara, do what you need to. We’ll get word to him.” She glances over her shoulder at Caitlin. “Just…let us know if you need us.”

That’s all Sara can manage to agree to before she runs out of the room.

*

The drive to Star City seems to take a lot less time than it actually does. Sara finds herself simply staring ahead as she drives the motorcycle, keeping her mind empty, trying not to think about…well, anything, really.

It’s a Saturday, which means Laurel is at home, and thank god, she’s alone. There’s no way Sara could deal with Ollie, or her father, or even Felicity at this point. She hammers at the door, nearly falling in when Laurel opens it, wrapping her arms around herself as she stumbles in and crosses the familiar apartment, Laurel closing the door behind her, voice rising in question.

The couch is soft, comfort more than show—that didn’t use to be Laurel’s style, but it is now. Sara subsides onto it, glad to be stationary. Surely, things should feel even more…different?

“Sara,” her sister says sharply, turning, crossing toward her. “What’s wrong?”

Ugh.

Sara takes a deep breath, then lets it out. She looks up toward Laurel’s worried face, then squeezes her eyes shut. Then opens them, and rips off the bandage, as it were.

“Laurel. I’m pregnant.”

Silence.

Then her sister blinks, taking in her own breath.

And another.

And then she sits down, wrapping an arm around Sara’s shoulders, holding her tight.

“The crook?” she asks carefully, not looking at her sister just yet.

Leonard doesn’t deserve that tone, and Sara bristles, just a little. “Leonard,” she says, a little sharply. “Former crook. And…yes.” The tears rise, even though she’s not quite sure why. “I just…I don’t know what to do…”

Laurel holds her tighter. “OK,” she says. “OK. Take a deep breath.” A pause. “Now another. And tell me. When you’re ready.”

That’s really the best thing her sister could possibly say. Sara obeys, for once in her life, dragging in a few deep breaths before glancing over at Laurel’s profile.

“I didn’t think I could...after the Pit,” she says. “I mean...I...it took months for some physical things to get back to approaching normal.”

Laurel nods, after a moment. “That makes sense,” she says. “But…they did? More or less?”

Sara glances away, then back. “Yeah. More or less. And it’s not like…we didn’t take precautions.” She snorts, humor rising despite herself. “Yay for condom value packs.”

Laurel gives her a stern look, through there’s also humor lingering at the corners of it. “Hey! TMI.” She rubs a hand over Sara’s shoulders. “They’re not 100 percent, you know,” she says carefully. “Nothing is.”

“Yeah. Apparently.” Sara sighs, allowing herself to lean against her sister. “But…I never thought…”

They’re both silent a long moment. Sara decides she’ll always owe Laurel for not pointing out how very foolish that “never thinking” was.

“Well,” Laurel says finally. “You’re…ah, not very far along.” She studies Sara’s face. “Do you…want to end it? You can. It’s pretty early. I’ll back you up, no matter what.”

Sara stares down at her hands. On some levels, she thinks, it’s the obvious choice. But…

“I know. But…I always wanted kids,” she says in a low tone. “I mean…once. What if this is my only chance? I mean…I wasn’t kidding when I said things are…very erratic. Still.”

Laurel thinks that over.

“I don’t know,” she says finally, squeezing Sara’s shoulders again. “I can’t answer that. I don’t know how the Pit...affects things. It’s not like there are studies out there on it.”

Sara’s still silent. Laurel takes another deep breath, then takes Sara’s shoulders in her hands, studying her face seriously.

“All right, then,” she says. “What if you do keep going with the pregnancy? What happens then?”

Sara stares at her. She hadn’t really expected that to be held up as an option, even though, somehow, in her heart, she couldn’t help thinking of it as one. Despite everything. Because…even despite everything…this might be her only chance. And, honestly, the idea of Leonard’s child…it’s not…totally unappealing.

But how would he feel about that?

So, she doesn’t say anything. But Laurel, perceptive, nods.

“Snart,” she says quietly. “Will he be a problem? Will he want to...to be involved?”

Sara’s not sure if she’s thinking Leonard will be a problem if he wants to be involved, or if he doesn’t. And she’s not up for arguing about it.

“He had a pretty messed-up childhood,” she admits. “I don’t know. But...I also know he pretty much raised his sister.” She takes a deep breath. “We’ve talked. A lot. I know…he’s trying to be the man his father wasn’t. Maybe...maybe he’d think of this as a second chance too.”

Huh. That’s the first time she’s truly articulated it like that…that she’s thinking of this as a second chance. Sara blinks, considering, but Laurel doesn’t seem fazed, simply squeezing her shoulders again.

“Do you want Snart to have any bearing on your decision?” she asks carefully. “You don’t have to. But I think you care for him, and...”

“And he is the father,” Sara says. “Yeah. I don’t…I don’t know.” She bites her lip, something occurring to her. “Oh, god, Dad’s going to want to kill him.”

That actually gets a gurgle of laughter out of Laurel. “Well, we won’t let him. It takes two and all that,” she says, studying Sara. “I mean…you love him, don’t you? Snart.”

It’s not really a question. And Sara has to nod.

“I do,” she says quietly. “I know it hasn’t been that long…but, yeah.” She sighs. “We’re so…the same. So…both trying to find our ways to something better. I think this is real. But…” She gives Laurel a helpless look. “I wasn’t planning on this. We weren’t planning on this.”

Laurel gives her a sympathetic smile.

“Well,” she says carefully. “You wanted a new challenge. This could be a pretty big one.”

Since Sara’s secretly been thinking about that, she can’t really complain. But she also can’t help feeling a bit guilty about it.

“It’s really not fair to the...the kid, though,” she says, looking down at her hands…and her still-flat stomach. “To make him or her an experiment for two damaged people trying to unfuck their shit.” She glances at Laurel. “And...who am I if I’m not a vigilante? I can’t really go out kicking ass when I’m pregnant. Can I? I don’t even know.”

Laurel gives her a sympathetic look. “Well. Who am I if I’m not Black Canary?” She puts a hand on her cane, which she’s used ever since her run-in with Damien Darhk. “I think I’m doing OK.”

“I didn’t mean…”

“I know.” Laurel pats her arm. “You’d have to figure that out. But, Sara…if you want to try…I’m here for you.”

Sara feels her eyes well up again. “And if I don’t continue the…the pregnancy?”

Laurel leans over and hugs her. “Then I’ll be with you then, too.”

*

Sara’s not there when Leonard gets back to the apartment that day, but he doesn’t think that much of it.

It’s not like they’re in each other’s pockets. He’s spent the day out doing some check-ins with more criminal contacts, and he knows that she’d been planning on spending some time at STAR Labs, training Snow and Iris in some basic self-defense and, in all likelihood, gossiping happily. He has no idea when she’ll get back, but it’s fine whenever she does, and it’s not something he’s even remotely worried about.

Until there’s a knock at the door

*

Iris takes a deep breath, shifting from foot to foot in the sort of nervous motion that isn’t really her. Snart’s actual living space isn’t a secret anymore—it’s more or less Sara’s apartment too—but it still seems odd to be here. He’s always seemed a, well, denizen of penthouses or safe houses, nothing in between, certainly not this ordinary apartment in a nice, but not fancy, building in center city.

It’s just so not…supervillain. Not that Snart’s really playing the villain at all anymore.

There’s a long pause before he answers the door, during which she’s pretty sure he’s considering her through the door’s peephole. And when the door finally starts to swing open, Iris takes a deep breath, organizing the words she needs to say.

She said she’d do anything to help Sara, and she’d meant it. She’d really prefer, though, not to be doing this.

Snart’s eyes are already narrowed as he regards her. “Is Sara OK?” he asks immediately, eyes fixed on hers. Worried? Maybe?

“Can I come in?” Iris responds quickly.

Those blue eyes widen, and he steps backward, a clear invitation that Iris swiftly takes as he pushes the door shut behind her. Iris sucks in a breath, glancing around quickly, then focuses on him again. She’s never seen Snart in short sleeves, but he is now, safe in the confines of his home…a gray T-shirt and jeans, showing scars on his forearms she’s never seen bared before. They don’t surprise her, but Iris jerks her gaze away immediately. She thinks he probably already feels exposed enough.

“What’s going on?” Snart asks, voice low and intense, and Iris can see his hands clench and loosen.

Iris takes another deep breath. “Sara,” she says quietly. “She wanted me to tell you. She had to go back to Star. Suddenly. An emergency.”

Snart’s eyes flicker. He glances to the side. Iris follows his gaze, realizing that his phone’s sitting on the table there. He’s obviously wondering why Sara hadn’t just called or texted him.

“Is everything OK?” he asks intently. “Her sister? Her father? I’ll go...”

Ah, hell. Iris shakes her head quickly, though she thinks the better of him for immediately saying that.

“No,” she tells him. “No, don’t do that. Just…let her…”

What can she say? Not much. And it’s obvious that Leonard realizes that. He stares at her, very clearly registering that Sara doesn’t want him to follow her, and that she didn’t want to talk to him herself. Iris stares back helplessly, feeling pretty rotten about this.

“I didn’t...,” Snart says, as if to himself, glancing away. “Things were fine...” Then he looks back at Iris as if considering something. “Ah. Her ex.”

Does he think Sara’s gone back to Nyssa? “No,” Iris tells him. “No, it’s not that. Just…” She sighs. “Just wait for her, OK? Please?”

Snart stares at her another moment. Then: “That supposes that she’s coming back,” he says quietly. “Is she?”

And Iris can’t bring herself to prevaricate. “I don’t know,” she admits. “I think so.”

He turns aside, then, staring into the apartment, but not like he’s not really seeing it. Iris wants to leave, but…

Her heart, so unexpectedly, is hurting for him. Maybe it’s because this is a far more vulnerable Leonard Snart than she’s ever seen before. Maybe because the tiny touches that say “Sara” are all over the apartment now if you know where to look. It’s a home, not just a place to stay, and they shared it. Seems like that’s something he’s probably never really had before.

And now Sara’s gone, and she can’t even tell him why, or even if she’s definitely coming back.

Snart doesn’t look back at her. But Iris can hear the strain in his voice when he speaks again.

“I’m sorry, Iris,” he says, nearly inaudibly. “But…please go.”

And what else can she do?

She goes.

*

Leonard decides that he’s not going to think about it. That goes against the grain, really, but he just…can’t.

For a few days, at least, he’s not going to think about how stupid he might have been, letting someone in, letting someone have the power to hurt him. Mick had had that power...and used it, by leaving, by lashing out before he’d left, angered and disgusted by Leonard’s need to change. And Lisa...she has it too, and he’s still not sure what’s going on there.

Sara had been the first new person he’d let into…into his heart…in a long, long time.

And she’s gone. Maybe not returning.

No. No, he just can’t think about that. Not yet.

Then, three days later, he comes home from a ramble around the city and a stop at the gym...and Sara is sitting there, curled up in a corner of the couch, watching him.

Leonard lets his bag fall to the floor with a thud. He takes a step toward her, then another, torn between relief, and fear, and maybe even a little anger that he won’t acknowledge—anger and hurt that she hadn’t felt like she could tell him what was going on with her.

But mostly, there’s relief.

“Are you OK?” he asks, staring at her. “Sara, are you all right?”

She gives him a weary smile and a shrug but doesn’t move from her spot on the couch, arms still wrapped around her legs, folded in on herself. Leonard's worry starts to rise again.

“Yes?” Sara says then, as if unsure. “Maybe? I...” She takes a deep breath. “We need to talk.”

Leonard lets the statement hang in the air for a moment, then lets out a humorless laugh. “Nothing good ever started with those words,” he mutters, but he walks over and takes a seat anyway, at the other end of the couch, giving her some space as he studies her.

She looks...tired. Tired and pale and drawn. Sick? Is she...

“I’m pregnant.”

The words fall into the silence like stones. Leonard stares at her, speechless for once in his life, trying to make them make sense.

Sara’s mouth twists. She glances away from him, shoulders hunching a little more.

“It’s yours,” she continues. “If you’re wondering. There hasn’t been anyone else in a long time.” She shrugs, still not looking at him. “I know we...ah, took precautions, but they apparently didn’t work. Somewhere along the line.”

Still, silence. Leonard knows he needs to say something, but he has no idea, no plans for this at all, no...

"What do you want to do?” he says finally, wondering if he should move toward her—or if he’s done rather enough at this point, thank you.

Sara’s eyes flicker back to his, gaze holding on, and there’s a measure of relief there, he thinks. Had she thought he’d flip out or something? Or unilaterally demand...what?

He couldn’t do either even if he wanted to. He can barely breathe.

Sara shrugs again. She relaxes her guarded posture just a little, watching him. “I don’t know,” she admits. “I keep...see-sawing.” She takes a deep breath. “And I decided I at least wanted to hear what you...how you felt...before I made any final decisions.”

It’s a stupid thing to say, but he says it anyway. “How I feel? About...?”

Sara rolls her eyes at him, looking a little more like herself. “The pregnancy, jerk. I mean...about...well...um, parenthood. With...me.”

Leonard stares at her. Once again, trying to line up the words to make sense.

She’s asking him?

*

Oh. Oh, maybe that was a mistake.

Sara bites her lip as Leonard’s eyes widen, stunned surprise clear in them. I broke him, she thinks, a bit hysterically. All he’s been through, and I finally broke him.

Of course, he doesn’t want to be involved. Not after Lewis, not after his own childhood. She’s being foolish, thinking about second chances and challenges. They’re a crook and an assassin, not anyone who should ever be…

But then her lover says, in a voice so low that she can barely hear it, “You’d...trust me with that?”

There’s something fragile in the words. Nothing quite like she’s ever heard out of Leonard before. Disbelief and...and wonder...and...

Oh, Sara thinks again.

Oh, she’d started to misinterpret that badly.

A laugh leaves her lips as more of a sob, and she shakes her head. “Leonard,” she tells him, “I think you want so badly not to be your father that I trust you more with parenthood than I trust myself.”

Leonard gives her a sidelong look—the one that says he’s thinking something he’s not going to say just yet.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit,” he does say, quietly. And then, after another moment, he gets to his feet.

“I...I know you just got back,” he tells her, voice a little rough. “And I’m glad. I’m glad you came back. But I need...I’m gonna go for a walk. Get some air. Think about things. Won’t be too long.” A hesitation. “Will you stay here?”

He’s worried she’ll leave again. Sara fights back a rush of guilt and nods.

“Sure,” she says, settling back, relieved and almost contented to be back in this place that’s becoming home. And hoping it remains that way. “I’m not going anywhere.”

*

The air’s just a little chilly. Leonard hunches his shoulders in his jacket as he walks into the wind, but in truth he doesn’t mind it. His head’s spinning so much that the cold breeze feels good, like a blast of ice water, keeping him in the here and now.

He doesn’t have a set path in mind, just lets his feet pick while his mind is still awhirl.

A kid.

When he’d decided to turn over a new leaf, faced with the boredom in his old life and the feeling that he was just becoming another version of Lewis—albeit one that was much more competent—he hadn’t really had much of a plan. Just a frustrated sense of wrongness with the status quo and a need for something—anything—different.

And it was good. (For the most part. The regret and anger over Mick and his refusal to understand...it was still there.)

And then there was Sara.

And that was even better. And now...

A kid. Well, not yet. Just a few cells, right now. But him and Sara. Together.

It’s...unbelievable.

Oh, he gets the mechanics well enough. But a kid.

Maybe, a long, long time ago, a much younger Leonard Snart had thought a family of his own, in one way or another, was something the future might hold for him. Maybe he’d sworn that he’d be a much better father than his ever was.

But he’d gotten older. Gotten harder. He’d done a lot of bad things, and he no longer thought about really changing his fate. He just wanted to be remembered as better than Lewis Snart.

It was only recently that he’d started thinking, again, that maybe there was more than one way to be better.

“A kid,” he says out loud, slowing, saying the words to the Central City skyline. He’s just about at the waterfront, and it’s twilight, and his city is sparkling around him. Full of potential.

Leonard ambles over to the railing and leans on it, studying the view.

And then, quieter, he tries other words on for size. “A dad.”

It scares the crap out of him.

*

Leonard’s gone about an hour. Sara makes herself a cup of weak tea (the smell doesn’t turn her stomach like coffee does, and surely this little bit of caffeine can’t hurt) and settles back on the couch, reminding herself to breathe.

She’s come to a realization, herself, about what she thinks she wants. She’d decided when Leonard had looked at her with that expression in his eyes. But…that part, that’s not just up to her.

She jumps when she finally hears the door, trying to calm her suddenly racing heart, and looks over as Leonard lets himself in. He shrugs off his jacket and drapes it on a chair, then saunters over, taking a seat himself and finally looking at her again.

Sara can’t read his expression. She licks her lips nervously, wondering, preparing herself to leave, to figure out what’s next, by herself.

But then…then. He moves a little closer, reaching out to take her hands in what is, for Leonard, the height of romantic gestures. And he meets her eyes again, his own…resolute.

“OK,” he says, watching her intently. “What it comes down to…you’re the one who’ll have to deal with all the…work, now. So, I’ll back you up, whatever you want to do. Whatever.”

Sara blinks, registering that, but Leonard’s not done.

“And if that means...having the kid, I’m in,” he says, a thread of something almost nervous in his tone. “I mean, if you want me to be.” He studies Sara’s face, looking uncertain. “I get it if you want to…to run for the hills and not have it have anything to do with me. But I hope you don’t.”

Sara opens her mouth. Closes it, trying to parse out that declaration.

Leonard glances away, then back. “I don’t know how much good I’ll be to you or...it...him...her...but I’ll be damned if I’ll leave you to do this alone,” he mutters. “I figure two people muddling through, if they’re trying their best…gotta be better than one.”

A tiny smile actually tugs at the edge of his mouth as he glances at her. “And I figure you’ll kick my ass if I screw up too much. Might need that.”

That’s just so…Leonard…that Sara lets out another sound that just might be a chuckle. She’s not even sure herself.

She’s not sure of anything other than the sense of…relief, she thinks it’s relief…spreading through her.

Sara lowers her head, blinking furiously, wondering if this is the first sign of the rampant emotions she’s read might mark the early stages of pregnancy. Leonard shifts a little closer, and Sara looks up at him again, registering the concern on his face.

“Sara?” he asks carefully. “What…”

Sara launches herself at him, more or less. She buries her face in his shoulder, feeling his arms going around her, feeling the tears well up in her eyes. And this time, they spill over, and she thinks briefly that if she didn’t look a fright before, she certainly will now. But that’s OK.

It’s OK.

“I think I’m going to. Have the kid, I mean,” she whispers into his already sodden shirt. “I hope it’s not a mistake. But…I think it’s something I need to do. And hell yes, I want you with me. Please.”

One of Leonard’s hands goes up to stroke her hair. For a long moment, they both just sit there, taking it in, both with worries and fears, both with baggage and doubts.

But together.

Finally, Sara feels him move, just a little, pressing a gentle kiss to her hair and taking a deep breath, arms tightening around her again.

“Then,” he says, quietly, “I guess we’re gonna be parents.”

[its-moopoint]

Don't worry, moo, there are a lot of us out here that will NEVER forget Shitner and the boil on his butt, Paul incident that Sam actively participated in. Add in the 'into the woods' troll and those crotch photos and I'm just yuck on Sam all the way around. Now, Cait is another issue. She went along with every single game that Sam played and then decided to up the ante with her Nosferatu fiance. That engagement ploy with her follow me trail made me dislike her 10x more than Sam. She's awful.

Group hug

[boarix]

Fallout Deacon Thoughts...

Deacon is Shaun.

Now, now hear me out! I don’t like this anymore than you do. Trust me. So let’s all see if we can tear down this horror I’ve now built in our minds.

Arguments for:

1)      We don’t know Deacon’s real name: There are notes on P.A.M’s terminal about a “Runner named John D.” After Wyatt takes over as head of the Railroad there is a note referring to Deacon: “(that’s what he’s calling himself now)”. How many times has he changed his name?

2)      We don’t know Deacon’s real age: If he’s in his 60s it would account for that weird neck wattle and crow’s feet.

3)      We don’t know Deacon’s real face: Father/Shaun is meant to look like the sole survivor but Deacon has altered his appearance several times.

4)      When taken to see the deceased spouse in the vault he says nothing: He is so caught up in angst, lies and all around PTSD that he can’t even tell the sole survivor.

5)      Can’t romance him: and don’t tell me it’s because of Barbara. MacCready watched his beloved wife get torn apart right in front of him. Cait’s parents (you know those people that are supposed to teach you what a loving relationship is supposed to be) literally sold her. Hancock is so messed up with self-hatred and survivor’s guilt that he takes a drug that will either kill him or turn him into a ghoul, because he believes he deserves it. Danse is Bizarro World fucked up, Preston is haunted and suicidal… don’t give me any “they are too disturbed to romance” baloney.

6)      The version of Father you encounter could be a clone/gen 3: It could account for his illness as he would be an early clone and all the bugs hadn’t been worked out yet. We don’t know how many Shauns they made. Deacon could have rebelled and escaped (or Kellogg helped him: that fucker was an onion) and the most compliant, obedient and loyal Shaun was designated Father.  

7)      He hated synths: the fact that Deacon knows he’s Shaun may be why ran around with the Deathclaws.

8)      Join the Railroad: if Barbara was real then he may have realized his responsibility to synths as being a party to their creation (although without his consent). His love for her altered his opinion of gen 3s: from monsters to people. Hatred toward the Institute for having destroyed his life many times over is why he is so driven to raise it to the ground.

9)      Tea Party/Project Wanderer: Deacon is obsessed with the Sole Survivor. There is a small shack/lean-to overlooking the vault that has the railsign for “ally” on it. In P.A.M’s terminal entries, Desdemona writes how Deacon is absent for a year or so “chasing ghosts”. His own?

10)   Deacon and Father are positions in the Christian church: admittedly, this is a weak argument. However, subtle word play and suggestion are to be expected in the Fallout universe.

 Arguments against:

1)      Yuck: I don’t like this! Like so many others, I have multitudes of head canon smuttery surrounding this character with the sole survivor. So… um, gross.

2)      He would have to be a pretty spry 60 yr old: running around punching and shooting and stabbing like we have him do. His body is nicely muscled; not to say there aren’t some very healthy/fit 60yr old men… maybe cause I’m 40s myself, but 60 ain’t that old.

3)      Typical plot devises/holes/problems: Fahrenheit was originally supposed to be Hancock’s “main squeeze” but they dropped it, Danse turns into a brick if you don’t side with the BOS, you can’t have Dogmeat in addition to a humanoid companion (no mod play)… So, just because you can’t romance him isn’t necessarily because he was originally planned to be the sole survivor’s kid.

4)      Other ethnicities exist: true fact.

Just.. somethin’ to think about. =^..^=