Nora was sick again. It was getting harder to hide from Miles, but especially from Charlie, with whom she shared quarters. The girl wasn't an idiot after all.
In fact, Charlie was sitting in their room now, probably staring at the closed bathroom door. Sitting on the floor, Nora leaned against the door, glad Charlie couldn't see through it. She was positive now. Her period was way too late, she was always sick.
She didn't want to say anything to Miles yet. Nora was sure he wouldn't want a baby. But then, this new Miles seemed to want to do the right thing, particularly when it came to family. She'd never seen him care like he did for Charlie, though he'd never admit it.
Rachel complicated things. A lot. Nora could see it was clear Miles still care for her, maybe even loved her.
There was a knock on the door, interrupting her racing thoughts. Charlie slipped in.
Nora held up a hand to stop her before she could even open her mouth. "I'm not going to the doctor."
"Wasn't going to ask you to. That's your business. I was going to tell you that Miles is getting worried about you and he's not an idiot anymore then I am." she paused. "Also, he's pretty good at getting people to go to the doctors when they don't want to."
"Say one more word and I know twelve different ways to kill you without even leaving this room." Nora warned.
Charlie shrugged. "Just saying you're not hiding it as well as you think."
"Hiding what?" she snapped.
"You know what."
"You say anything to Miles, remember what I said."
"He thinks you're just sick."
"And you?" Nora's eyes narrowed.
"I think you're probably pregnant." Charlie stated, matter of fact.
"You're what? A doctor now?"
"Do I need to be? Doesn't take much of a genius."
Nora couldn't think of anything to say to that.
"You okay?" Miles asked, worry in his eyes. He'd finally caught up with Nora later that morning and didn't like how unwell she looked.
"I'm fine." she tried to brush past him, but he grabbed her arm.
"You've been sick again."
"I'm fine."
"I want you see one of the doctors."
"No." she tried to leave again.
"Nora, please. Something is wrong. I don't like seeing you sick all the time.
"So don't look." she pulled from his grasp and headed outside.
Miles watched her go, unwilling to give up but not sure what to do or say about it.
"You know what I think?" Charlie joined him in the hall.
"It's none of your business."
"I think you need to go after her." she continued, undeterred.
"Really? I'm suppose to take advice from you now?"
"I don't care if you do, but Nora might.
Much as he hated to admit it, he knew Rachel was probably right. He followed Nora outside. "Nora!"
She ignored him and kept going.
"You know I'll just keep following you around." he caught up to her.
"Because you're stubborn and don't take no for an answer."
"Neither do you." he retorted. "Hey." he looked her in the eye. "Nora, tell me what's wrong. You're sick all the time, you won't talk to me. I just want to know what's going on.:
She sighed. The time had come, she knew, to face to music and tell Miles the truth. "Not here. Let's go somewhere more private." The courtyard they were standing in was full of soldiers.
Miles nodded, silent in his agreement, although he was more then a little confused.
She led him to his own quarters, figuring that would be best since she had no real idea how he'd react.
Nora settled herself into the lone chair in his room. It wasn't a very comfortable chair but she didn't feel right sitting on the bed. Her mind was racing, she didn't know how to start the conversation.
Miles had remained standing, arms crossed. It was almost as though he was getting ready to lecture a disobedient child, a thought that Nora found hilarious but was trying hard not to laugh at.
He looked at her expectantly. They'd been acting a silent tableau for a few minutes now. "Well? What is so wrong you require complete privacy to tell me?"
There was a note of fear in his voice, which unnerved Nora nearly completely. "I'm pregnant." she blurted out.
A/N - nope, haven't given up on Rescue. In fact, I actually have the next chapter and half written, just not typed. This was just bugging me until I wrote it.
I dont have internet access every day so updates to anything is sporadic.
well? should there be a next part or no? I already picked out the baby's name :)