#exam is next week aobs

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Writing again:))

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jaytim 52 "l think you might be pregnant"

Genderbending and AOB seemed the typical ways I could respond to this but this seemed more fun. Enjoy!

~*~

Jason vomits again into the basin Tim brought him, his stomach finally settling down now that it’s completely empty. He collapses wearily against the plush sofa cushions. “Three fucking weeks,” he mutters with a heavy sigh.

This has been his routine every morning for almost a month now. Get up, make breakfast, sip some tea, and promptly throw it all back up. If he were a woman, he’d believe he was pregnant.

Tim lays a damp washcloth over his brow to mop up the sweat. “To the day,” he agrees. “Do you want to go see Leslie now?”

He’s been resisting visiting a doctor. It’s just a stomach bug. But now… “Yeah. Make me that ginger tea first though?”

~*~

Leslie clucks disapprovingly over Jason when he describes his symptoms. “You should have been here much sooner,” she says as she draws some blood. “With all the stuff you guys are exposed to on a regular basis, you’d think a checkup would be in order.”

Jason waves her off, used to it. He gets this lecture more than most of them.

Sitting in a small chair and messing with his phone, Tim snickers. “I told him that two weeks ago.”

Traitor. But his boyfriend has cause to see Leslie more often so Jason lets it slide. “The only thing I can think of is it’s a bug I picked up in space. I was gone for several weeks and perhaps this slipped past the decontamination when I got back.” Kori’s ship is supposed to screen for non Earthen parasites or viruses before they even enter back into the solar system.

Leslie shakes her head. “I just love how space travel is so blasé to you while it’s a dream for much of mankind. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Jason shifts restlessly on the exam table, the paper sheet crinkling as he moves. What the hell is wrong with him? His stomach rumbles and he rests a hand on top of it, not that the gesture does much good. Still, he doesn’t seem about to toss his cookies again.

“Just relax,” Tim says, rising from his chair to stand in front of Jason. “Whatever is wrong, we’ll fix it. Leslie is good and if it is some kind of virus, I’m no slouch in the biochemistry department.”

“I know, I know.” Jason accepts the hand Tim holds out and tugs him in for a loose hug. “I really should have come sooner. Been feeling off ever since I got back.”

“So you’ve said,” Tim agrees, lips brushing Jason’s temple. “I could have pushed for a blood panel from you too. It’s not like I don’t know how to run one.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t stick me in my sleep.” Jason wouldn’t put it past the nosy bird.

“Perhaps I will next time.”

Leslie returns to the room, lips pressed together firmly. She doesn’t look too pleased.

Jason’s stomach sinks and Tim takes a step back, but stays close. “Well?”

“When was the last time you two had sex?” the old doctor asks bluntly.

“Uh, about three days ago?” Jason replies, not seeing what this has to do with anything. He and Tim are both clean and very much exclusive.

“Okay, let me rephrase. When exactly did you return from space and how soon after that did you have sex?”

Tim answers this time. “He got back about eight weeks ago. I was undercover at the time so he’d been back a week before we had a chance to see each other.”

“Seven weeks then.” Leslie shakes her head as disbelief slowly creeps into her voice. “Jason, I need to run some more tests, including an ultrasound.”

“Why?” Jason tries not to growl but there’s still an edge to his tone. Tim rubs his thumb over the back of his hand soothingly. It doesn’t help. “What the hell is wrong with me, Doc?”

Leslie pushes her wire glasses up the bridge of her nose and sighs. “I think you might be pregnant.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me.”