Author's Note: Welcome back. Yeah, I know, I'm really slow as for updating on FF. However, I wanted to say thank you to the people who left a review. :)
This chapter is a complete flashback chapter again. So keep in mind that every single part is completed in itself and that all parts aren't in a chronological order. ;)
It's really short (oh my, I'm not used to these short chapters since I've started writing this story) - I'm sorry - but funny (at least I hope so). You have no idea how difficult it was for me to write the third part. Writing drunk people really can be a pain. XD
Chapter 4: Time never forgets
The news had already spread like wildfire.
"Oh shit."Cole put his hand at his mouth when Dom was telling him about the attack on Sam. Certainly he got this information first hand from Marcus, who on the other hand had gotten it from Anya. "And all that in her condition."
Suddenly Dom's expression changed into one of frustration. "There's more to it than just that…"It was like the situation reminded him of his own family, of all he had lost. He knew best what Sam must've felt like… and probably Baird, too.
He didn't have to end the sentence; Cole understood anyway. "Shit. I've gotta go look after Damon."
Dom shook his head. "He's missing. Nobody knows where to."
"Double shit. That's no good…" Cole bit his lip. He knew that his buddy had put up with the fact that Sam was apparently very well able to become pregnant. Certainly most of the people always saw the asshole in him, but he wasn't really the one he projected. "Radio?" the former Thrashballer asked.
Dom shook his head again. "Turned off."
"Let's hope he doesn't do anything stupid. … Kicking some polyps' asses after ripping out their legs or stuff like that…"
"He's gonna reappear again at some point for sure." But even Dom was dead sure that Baird would remain disappeared for a while. Presumably he had to deal with some things by himself.
What a fucking shit this all was…
A whole week had passed by since she had set a new world record for the vomit – according to Baird. Upon the advice of Bernie Sam had finally decided to pay a visit to Dr. Hayman, just to get the confirmation of her assumption. Baird by contrast hadn't got anything so far.
"Hey, sweetie." Bernie, who was having a cup of coffee with Anya at the moment, gave the brunette woman a warm welcome. "Have a seat."
"Ahhh…" Sam groaned and finally stopped the older woman with a wave of her hand while sitting down on a chair.
Bernie decided that she really looked like shit. "Short of sleep?" she asked. "Vomiting or other activities?"
Sam repeated her previous gesture, this time resting her head on the table.
"Must have been nausea, I think." Anya looked at her sympathetically.
"I tell you, being pregnant sucks soooo much," Sam groaned again.
"Even if it's none of my business, but… does Blondie know about this by now?"
The brunette looked up to Bernie, then shook her head. "No. No… There hasn't been any suitable opportunity yet."
Anya couldn't help smiling. "It's a mystery to me how he is still oblivious to such a thing."
"Hey, careful there, okay?" Sam pointed her finger at the Lieutenant. "As if your Marcus would notice!" The next second she became completely silent and just looked back and forth between the other two women.
"What's wrong? You feel sick again?" Anya asked her.
"Mhm." Sam rested her head on the table again. "Hopefully this is over soon…"
"Oh, this will take some time." Dom patted on her shoulder, making her flinch.
"Jeez, Dom!" Sam looked at him, sighing. "Seems that everyone except for Baird knows it already."
"That's how it goes," Bernie glanced at the younger woman insistently.
"Okay, okay!" Sam sighed once again; she was gradually driven into a corner and there wasn't any other chance left than to clear things up now. "I'll tell him straight away."
"What are you going to tell me straight away?" As if on cue Baird appeared next to Dom.
Bernie and Anya were grinning, Sam by contrast silenced. She seemed to grope for the right words.
"Didn't you get enough sleep once again? You really look like the walking dead, Sam." Baird remarked.
His comment made Bernie roll her eyes. Who was this asshole trying to convince that he'd be in the dark about that? All the persons present knew very well that Sam was often staying overnight with him – so it was nearly impossible that Blondie didn't know about her lack of sleep the last days. When the brunette woman still didn't answer anything she decided to put an end to this misery. It wasn't supportable any longer. Although the whole affair was none of her business, somebody finally had to take charge of it. "You still don't understand, do you? She's pregnant, for fuck's sake!"
That was it. Silence. At least until…
"Ahahahaha, Granny! Really good one!" Baird clapped Bernie on the back, still laughing. This didn't change until he became aware of Sam watching him seriously. Piece by piece the puzzle fell into place. He stopped laughing. "That was a joke, right?"
"Sure it was," Sam said sarcastically. "I'm barfing so often lately because it's really fun to me! And I'm eating more because I want to increase weight. I'm feeling too skinny, you know? … Son of a bitch!" She then stood up and passed him by.
Baird's jaw dropped. Shit, pregnant? There could be no question of that; she was infertile, wasn't she? He shook his head. "Hey, hey! Hang on a second!" Baird turned on his heel, leaving the others and following Sam. "Don't give me that shit!" That was just impossible! Shit! Him playing daddy?
Dom gazed after them both. "Well, that's what I call a Bingo."
Baird had come out of hiding – in fact he ended up in the bar and he wasn't alone. With him were nine empty bottles of beer. The tenth one was already located in his hand.
"Damon Baby! Man, the Cole Train was really starting to worry about ya." Cole took a seat next to him. "Apparently passed your time well, eh?"
"Whaddya want?" Baird looked at him, holding his bottle out to him.
"It's okay, let me take you back to your quarters, okay?"
"Forgeddit! You wan' me barf, ya? I doso when I see Marcus or Sam…" The blonde drank the bottle in one go, smashed it onto the table afterwards. "She should pay attent'n, I said. Did she? Nooooo! And Marcus… th's motherfucker. I told him…" Baird paused for a second, hiccupping. "'ve told him he sh'd send her away! Cole." He patted his buddy's shoulder. "Cole, ya'r always right, s'you tell me who's lettin' a pregnant woman take part ina battle? I'm gonna kill th's bastard! Yesssir!"
"Yeah, yeah, baby. But not today."
"But yaaa!" Baird pointed at Cole. "Ya prove me right!"
"Hehehe, sure I do, baby. Come, let's go home." Cole grabbed his arm, but the blonde freed himself from that grip.
"Forgeddit. Th's goddamn bitch!"
The former Thrashballer sighed. "Okay, you know what? I'm gonna foot your bill and then we leave, deal?"
"No, no." Baird put him off. "Nooo, ya don't hav' to. I'm stayin'."
Suddenly Cole looked serious. Baird had definitely had enough. "Okay, Damon. Party's over."
"Ohhh no! I's only just startin'!" The Corporal leaned his head against his buddy. "C'm'n. Ord'r somethin'. Don't leave yar best friend alone."
Cole had to fan himself; Baird's smell of alcohol was that bad.He gently put his hand on the blonde's shoulder. "Everything's okay, baby. I won't let you alone, but you definitely need some fresh air. Come along." He stood up and immediately supported him, paying his expenses and then leaving the bar with him.
Arriving outside he finally dropped his buddy to the ground.
"Mus' puke…" Baird sprang up staggeringly, vomiting himself right into the next bush.
"Oh shit, baby. I'm so sorry for you two…" Cole murmured. He thought about it for a few seconds, and then was sure that this was the first time ever he had experienced him this extreme way.
Suddenly Baird began to laugh. "Funny, isn' it? Now I know how Sam mus' have felt whenever she got her fuckin' sickness." He gave Cole a pat on the back, going on with laughing until he screwed up his face slow but steady.
"All right, all right. You drank a few too many, baby." A few too many was definitely an understatement; it was almost a miracle that Baird was even able to stand on his legs.
As if the blonde Gear had read his mind, he sat down on the ground again, hanging his head completely drunken. Cole squatted down next to him, watching him thoughtfully. "We gonna talk tomorrow, when you're sober, okay?" But the only answer he got was a snoring. Okay, so it seemed that he could tuck Baird into bed.
Sam turned away right after Baird had gotten off of her. She could hear the bed creaking under his weight when he stood up and disappeared in the tiny bath next door. Aha! It was always the same. She sighed, staring at the wall in front of her.
Fuck that, she finally had to tell him. He may was too dumb to interpret her sickness the right way, but at the latest in a few weeks - when something would show up - even he would notice. No, he had the right to know the truth. She rolled back on her back, hearing the bath door again. Then she looked at him. Baird did the same, not saying a single word.
"Listen," Sam finally began, being intent on telling him the plain truth.
"What's it?" Baird casually slipped something on.
"It's about…" The brunette woman stopped; the sickness had returned once more. She really would be thankful when this phase ended.
"Vomiting again?" he asked her, disbelieving. "Man, you should go to a doctor. But then again you could put the frigging mutated grub siblings to rout with your barf."
No answer; Sam just stood up and ran into the bath, flipping him the bird nonetheless.
All Baird did was grin and follow her, leaning his body on the door frame. "Some problems with gastric flu?"
"Shut… the fuck up!" Sam gasped, grapping the toilet bowl. "Keep your stupid comments to yourself, asshole!"
But of course the blonde didn't. "Maybe you've got bulimia?" he teased her further.
Sam slowly turned her head into his direction. "I'm gonna smash your balls, I promise…"
"Looks like you've lost weight, you know?"
"Goddamn, Baird!" She banged her fist on the toilet. "Stop it!" Otherwise he always played the Mr. know-it-all. Why not this time?
"Fuck, are you getting your period, or what's wrong with you?"
That was really a great one. Haha! 'Cause she even hadn't gotten that for weeks now. "God, Baird!" Finally she was able to stand up from the floor. "Just leave it alone, okay?" She passed him, still naked, and went back to bed.
"What about giving you the boot? You want that? You can get that." Baird bitched, launching himself on the bed, too.
The brief rocking due to his weight made her feel sick again. "Don't bother! I'm leaving by myself." When she was about to get dressed Baird suddenly held her back, glancing at her insistently and pulling her back onto him. He kissed her roughly and suddenly there wasn't a reason for leaving anymore.