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Carry On	By : Larania Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 6956 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Carry On
Prologue: Part two
Warnings: adult language and situations, mentions of dub-con and non-con, mpreg, sexual situations, threesomes, gender-bending and birth.
Characters/ pairings: Colonist War Hero Paragade ManShep/Kaidan/Garrus, others mentioned.
Summary: The Reapers are here, and amidst that backdrop, Commander Shepard struggles with gathering allies, caring for his child and fighting for his sanity.
~*~*~*~*~
Derek smiled; it had been a long time since he had heard children laughing.
He heard his brothers laugh, the babies played as he cuddled the boy to his chest, a book balanced on one knee. Small birds chirped, the cows mooing on the other side of the fence as he stroked his fingers through the boy's short hair. He heard a sigh as the boy cuddled closer.
"It's nice here," the child whispered.
"It is," Derek agreed. He shifted his weight. His back was stiff, sore, but he felt so content he didn't want to move. "I have a lot of good memories of this place."
The boy buried his face in Derek's neck. "I don't want to leave yet."
The sun was still warm on their faces, laughter filling the distance. Derek looked down into the boy's dull blue eyes. "You don't have to go." There was no cold wind, no shrill screams. Nothing threatened this moment. He relaxed further when he saw Jane approaching.
"I don't have any choice. Neither do you."
"But it feels like you just got here," Derek protested, arms tightening around the child, chin against his head. "I'll protect you."
The boy didn't make a move to leave, just tried to burrow into Derek's chest as he tightened his arms further as a shadow crossed his vision.
Jane was there, but not the Jane he remembered.
She was tall, adult, red hair ragged over a face streaked with glowing red scars and clad in dented N7 armor. Hellish eyes narrowed at him as she drew her Carnifax.
The boy was gone, and Derek tried to scramble up, back and away. His belly was too big and heavy for him to move.
Jane smiled, before kneeling in front of him, taking him in. Eight months pregnant, chest tender and stomach swollen, he couldn't move fast even if he tried. Vulnerable. Helpless. "Jane..?"
She put one finger over his lips, shushing him. His mind struggled to understand as she covered his eyes with one hand, the cold muzzle of the Carnifax pressing against his skin. Not against his head. His belly.
"I'm keeping my promise."
Then she pulled the trigger.
~*~*~*~*~
Derek woke up as something snapped inside him, making him gasp and yelp as hot fluid soaked his pants.
Shepard's first thought was that he had wet himself. The gas had been terrible the past few weeks, and now on top of that, he couldn't control his bladder. He tried to sit up, throw off his blanket and see if he could clean himself before Vega came in to see what happened.
That was when he had his second thought. That was to realize he was surrounded by goons in black, gold and white armor.
The third, was that his water had broken. He was in labor. And he had no idea where he was.
Shit.
~*~*~*~*~
"Lieutenant Vega," a voice said, and James felt the world start to swim back to focus. "Vega, can you hear me?"
James nodded, blinking bleary eyes as the world lurched and staggered as he sat up. Blood and sweat dripped down his face as he tried to find the speaker, raking his mind for answers.
"Yeah," he replied, shaking his head, groaning as his stomach lurched. "Yeah." There was a huge hole in the Alliance Medical Wing's hallway that hadn't been there before. His eyes finally focused on the hot chica in front of him, Shepard's obstetrician. The one with the ironic name of 'Doctor Heart.' Sexy as hell, even her high-necked doctor's scrubs couldn't cover that up. Getting to perv on that babe made Shepard's appointments worth it... Only thing better would have been if her accent had been Spanish, not Aussie. "What happened?"
She gave him a dose of medi-gel. "That's what I was trying to find out. Anderson and a squad of Alliance troops are on the way, but you need to tell me everything you remember. If I'm right, we haven't got much time."
James nodded, sitting up. "We were leaving your office after getting Shepard checked out for the, what did you call it, bloody show?"
Heart nodded. "His cervix was starting to dilate, even if he was only about thirty-six weeks." She was in a squat, and James had to restrain his eyes to her face. He would have loved another look at her ass, even in these circumstances. Still, she looked edgy, holding on to a Predator pistol like her life depended on it; not perving would be a better idea. "The mucus plug had dropped out." She pressed her lips together. "Do you remember anything else?"
"I was walking him out, when he stopped and grunted. I asked him what was wrong, and he said it felt like a cramp." James wiped the blood off his face. He could hear alarms in the distance, felt feet pounding on the cold tiles of the sterile hallway coming closer. Heart held her pistol with comfort and confidence, and James blinked. He had assumed she was just a doctor replacing the asshole who had been poking Shepard and making him uncomfortable. Well, apparently not.
"Had he done that before?"
"I don't know. How long was I out?"
"I heard the explosion and saw the Cerberus troops. You were unconscious when they took Shepard," she said, sounding ashamed. "I called for security, then hid. There were too many of them for me to take alone, when they had him hostage. So the cramps weren't regular?"
"As far as I knew, yeah?" James wasn't an idiot. "You think those were contractions?"
They were interrupted by Admiral Anderson's arrival. The man himself was already in armor, sending his troops out to secure the area before turning to Heart and himself. "What the sitrep?" he asked, wasting no time.
"Cerberus operatives attacked us on our way back to Shepard's quarters," James said, blinking when Heart offered him a hand to get up. Then he winced; that chica had one helluva grip. "At least, they were in yellow and black. Got a look at one guy: looked to be in charge, Chinese ancestry and limping. Had the other guys do the dirty work while he directed."
To his surprise, an equally unhappy hiss echoed from both Heart and Anderson at the same time. "Kai Leng."
"You know this guy?" First he directed the comment to Anderson, then to Heart, who was rubbing her forehead.
"Yes," they both answered, then looked at each other. Heart's lips lifted in a humorless smile. "Do you know why Cerberus would come after Shepard now?" Anderson asked her.
"Not for sure, no." Heart crossed her arms. "But needless to say, we need to find them before they get Shepard off world. And the sooner, the better. When I examined him, he was showing early signs of labor, but nothing definitive. And if Kai Leng is involved... well, things just got a whole lot more difficult."
"But if he's still injured?" Anderson said, rubbing his chin. "We can use that." He frowned, thoughtfully. "The man's got an ego. He'll try to fight, even if he's not at his best. He's resourceful, but he's prideful."
"And let's not count out Shepard." James felt he needed to say this. "Because what's more dangerous than a mother bear protecting her cub?"
Anderson snorted, gesturing for both Heart and James to follow. That cinched it; Heart was definitely more than some high-level obstetrician. "An N7 biotic marine pregnant with a child he desperately wants," Anderson replied. "And he really wants this. Come on, let's go."
~*~*~*~*~
Shepard would never be accused of being a good actor. He was, however, gift at bullshit. Particularly when he could mix some truth in with his bullshit. Add in the fact that Cerberus had not been informed of his situation...
He moaned, trying for honesty instead of drama; they had seen his pants after his water had broken two hours ago and he had been playing up his contractions ever since. The result was milling panic as they tried to establish contact with their leader.
Someone on the Alliance side had done a good job. The space ports were locked down, and there was a search going on of all sky- and ground- transports. This had resulted in the group being split in two; half of the eight body party was left guarding him while the rest looked for a way around after their leader had vanished. All com traffic was either being jammed or monitored; Derek wasn't sure which. If it was monitored, it meant he could call for help. But if it was jammed... it meant if he could take care of these Cerberus assholes and get away-
A contraction, a real one, made him groan and gasp as the muscles of his back and belly bore down. So far the contractions had not felt any worse than a typical menstrual cycle, for him... He wasn't sure what that meant, other than 'find those damn scientists and kill them.' He had not, yet, felt the urge to start pushing. Given that it couldn't have been more than a few hours since his kidnapping, that was probably normal.
He looked up in time to see the four goons around him. "Get Kai Leng on the line!" the apparent leader snapped. One was close. Very close. He had been tied to this chair ever since he had awoken, but not his feet, and-
He tensed, sending a shockwave out to scatter the goons, before tipping himself over and breaking the chair as he pulled himself free. He grabbed the closest one, broke his neck and grabbed his gun before shooting the next goon, dropping her quickly. He yanked the next two with a pull, slapped them to the ground before finishing them both off with a double tap each.
Then his belly tightened again, making him double over. Closing his eyes, he took a long, deep breath to manage the pain before straightening. His mind flashed to the dream of Jane, and Jane shooting- he grunted again. He still wished she was there.
Didn't matter. He had to get out of there. There was another Cerberus team looking for him, and if these contractions continued to speed up... He needed to go to ground and bunker up.
Kicking the door open, he waddled out, doing his best to stay out of sight. Right. Nothing to see here, walking through... He looked around, looked to be a warehouse district. Still in Vancouver. Ignore the pregnant man. Nothing to see here. Nothing to see.
~*~*~*~*~
Vega, Anderson and Heart found Shepard when they set off a primitive noise trap, barely getting to cover in time when he shot at them from his position at the door of a small apartment in the warehouse district.
"Shepard, stand down, friendlies!" Anderson barked in surprise, pointing his pistol in the air and spreading his hands.
The shot had been close; if Shepard hadn't missed, it would have turned Vega's head into a pulp.
They had been searching, patiently, letting the official rescue operation act as a decoy to keep the remaining Cerberus teams off guard. Heart had been able to crack Cerberus transmissions to find out that Shepard had escaped, and they had found the wreckage of that team. They had tried to calculate where Shepard had gone, but it had still taken three hours for them to find his den. One that had noise traps and jury rigged explosives on every route through the high, cavernous storage bins.
"Over... over here," they heard the N7 gasp, looking up to find him.
Shepard had found a good place to roost; a small studio apartment that overlooked the warehouse and its maze of containers, and currently unoccupied. It fact, it might have been abandoned for some time. Vega nodded in approval as they trooped up the stairs, and sighed in relief when he realized that Shepard was okay.
If, by okay, you meant Shepard was limping or leaning on the walls, clenching his teeth and hissing in pain, and still wearing soaked pants. Vega supposed he should be relieved that the man had rescued himself, that he had no new holes and his limbs were intact. It was pretty apparent why Shepard had missed his shot at Vega's head when he had to stop and growl as the muscles of his neck, belly and back all tensed and rippled against his will.
"Shepard, how far apart are the contractions?" Heart asked, all business. "Can you move?"
"About two, three minutes apart," Shepard whispered, raw. "And," his throat convulsed. "No. I can't. Not fast or far enough to be useful."
"We need a medevac," Anderson interrupted. He put an arm around Shepard's waist, slinging one of the man's arm over his shoulder. Shepard allowed it, shifting his weight on to Anderson as another contraction began.
"Negative." Heart crossed her arms. "This is Kai Leng we're talking about. The odds of his team hacking our communications and finding our location are too high to risk. I think we're stuck for the time being." She sighed, looking around. "Anderson, put Shepard on the couch." When the Admiral did so, she knelt in front of Shepard. "I need to palpate you, then check your cervix. If you're fully dilated then there's no way you're moving." Shepard cut his eyes back to her, nodded, then reached for his waist band.
"Doc, when did you start giving orders?" Vega asked, half joking.
"Miranda's good at whatever she tries to do, except be an inspiring leader," Shepard answered. He was somehow holding on to his humor despite the situation. James didn't get the joke. "And," he looked up at her with a knowing smile that quickly turned into a grunt, mixed with faint blue glow. "I think she's practicing for when her sister has kids. Am I wrong?" He had closed his eyes, breathing in soft gulps. "And damn I wish I had some pain meds right now."
"You're going to have to bear with it, Shepard. And yes. I want to be there if Oriana decides to have children." Heart murmured, her lips twisted in an ironic smile. "Vega, stand guard. Anderson, you're our designated doula. Get some hot compresses. Shepard, get your pants off."
Vega averted his eyes, wincing when he heard the wet fabric snap and slip off Shepard's hips. He took a position by the door with his assault rifle, fighting the urge to cover his ears while he heard Heart wash her hands. Ignored the sounds of Shepard gasping and grunting whenever a contraction hit him and of Heart checking Shepard.
He shuddered.
"You're fully dilated." Heart didn't sound happy. "You've transitioned to the second stage of labor." She exhaled. "Were you having pains before you came to see me?"
"Cramps?" Shepard was half laughing, half hysterical. "They felt like menstrual cramps. Not even bad ones. Since yesterday."
"Why didn't you say anything?" Vega called back.
"You have any idea how many cramps I have?" Shepard sounded weary. "They never really," he paused to hiss. "Stopped. I don't know how women do it."
"It varies." Vega could imagine Heart's lush curves and perfect lips as she spoke. That chica was all woman. "My own modifications mean that I have very little difficulties with my own cycle. Yours are probably the result of trying to increase your fertility as much as possible."
"Except for..." Another hiss. "Dammit. How long?"
"He's already moving down your pelvis. You should be getting the urge to push soon. Anderson, do you have the compresses?"
"I have them." James heard steps as Anderson came out of the bathroom. "Where?"
"Back and stomach. Shepard, are you up for kneeling or squatting? That should help speed things up," Heart went on. There was more creaking as Shepard moved to kneel, half draped over the small ratty gray couch. The small grunts were getting longer.
Vega risked a glance back, to find Anderson pressing warm towels on Shepard's back while Heart kneaded his shoulders. James wondered if he should have felt embarrassed that the man's pants were discarded on the floor, but no one else seemed to care. James could think of far more stupid reasons to lose his pants.
"Given our lack of medical equipment, you're going to have to listen to your body, Shepard," Heart went on. "Don't push until you feel the urge to. It might take longer but it means less likelihood of tearing when the baby comes out." Her tone turned light. "On the upside, your own upgrades like the heavy skin and muscle weaves mean that the there is even less of a likelihood of tearing and you can get back into shape faster."
"You're all heart, Miranda." There was another grunt, and James swore he heard Shepard's teeth grind together. "God." He was wheezing. "Why the hell did I ever think this was a good idea?"
"Damn if I know," James answered. "Men don't have babies. At least, not the ones I know."
"I think that was a rhetorical question, Vega," Heart said. Anderson made a soft, tapping laugh before changing the towels. They fell into silence for awhile, punctuated by moans, Heart helping Shepard change position and Anderson massaging the man's back and neck.
"So, Shepard, what's the bean going to call you?" James had taken to using the same nickname Shepard had given his fetus. He rather liked it. "Cause you don't look like a Mama."
"Papa." Shepard said, strained. "Because... I'm still a guy. I like being a guy." He panted, then grunted when he started to push. "Even if I'm," he stopped and moaned. "Making the babies."
"Then why?" James had held back on asking before because it had never seemed like a good time. "I mean, really?"
Shepard shot him a look, and James immediately felt penitent. The man was red faced, sweat pouring down his temples. The tendons of his neck were standing out. "Sex feels good, Vega." Ah, sarcasm. Then he mellowed. "And," he stopped, pushing again. It went on for some time as Anderson held his hand, whispering encouragement in his ear. "I need this." He made a harsh, pained laugh, bitter and sad before pushing again as another contraction bore down on him.
"I need to feel real again."
Heart sighed; Vega saw her look away. "You're making great progress, Shepard." Anderson was bracing Shepard as he shifted into a squat. Vega looked away again. "I can feel the head."
Shepard nodded, setting his jaw. "How much longer?" Heart wiped his face with a towel.
"I can't be sure, but given that you've been pushing for about twenty minutes..?" She checked her omni-tool. "Perhaps forty." She sighed.
"Vega?" Grunt. Push. Vega just couldn't look anymore.
"Yeah?"
"How's it looking out there?" Shepard asked, before he took a deep breath to push again.
Vega scanned the entrances and exits, then checked his armor's HUD. "Clear. So far."
"Focus, Shepard," Heart cautioned, when a contraction caught him off guard. "Focus. Let Vega do his job." She wiped down Shepard's red, sweaty face with a towel. "Your bean is almost here. You'll have him, safe, and..." She swallowed. "We'll get you back to Alliance Medical. I promise."
~*~*~*~*~
Derek had done his homework on birthing. He had made it hard for himself to sleep with the 2185 edition of "What to Expect When You're Expecting." He had asked for articles, testimonials and vids so he could get an idea of what his body would go through next. Having Miranda show up when his previous asshole obstetrician had been making him uncomfortable had helped his ability to cope mentally, and he had no real fear of pain.
As a result, he wasn't panicking about his body taking over, pushing of its own accord. Most of the less dignified, messy moments had happened before his rescuers had arrived. He wasn't too sorry to lose his pants.
What had him worried was why. And when Vega stiffened, all goofiness dropping from his face and gesturing for Anderson to follow him, Derek found himself swearing and reaching for a pistol.
"I can feel the head, Shepard," Miranda hissed, pressing him back into a squat. "You can't help. Relax, concentrate on Bean."
"Why are they-" he tensed, pushing again. He couldn't speak through the contractions. "Here? Miranda."
"I'm not sure-" Miranda was cut off by the sound of gunfire, grabbing Shepard under the arms to get him off the couch and into cover. He could barely walk, feeling Bean moving down, dropping back into a squat as they hid behind a wall.
"They're not getting him," Shepard muttered, but closed his eyes to push again. "Not my son."
"Focus, Shepard." Miranda reached down to check him, biting her perfect lips. "You're almost there." She grabbed her pistol when the door to the apartment started to shake. Derek focused the pain, preparing a biotic attack-
The door shook again, before they both smelled burned circuitry. Derek whined in the back of his throat when he felt Bean's head, huffing and tensing as another contraction clenched his body.
"Crowning," Miranda said, torn between getting a towel under Shepard and watching the door. Which was smoking, sliding open-
Revealing a man who looked to be a cross between a ninja and a cyborg, one hand in the air that glowed with a biotic field. His lips were twisted in a cruel smile under his black mask. He stalked forward, smirking at the sight of Shepard, hunched over and sweating, vulnerable.
Miranda gestured, hitting the man with a powerful overload. It only shorted out part of his shields. Shepard followed that with a reave-
And a grenade hit him from behind, sending a shockwave through the room and knocking the Cerberus assassin to the ground. Miranda and Derek, both in cover, were out of the blast zone.
"How's the legs, Leng?" Anderson boomed as the two soldiers arrived, with assault rifles leveled and firing, forcing Leng's shields to deteriorate further. The assassin hissed, scrambling backwards.
Then he vanished.
"He's got a cloak?" Anderson spat, as both marines formed up in front of Derek.
Derek wasn't paying attention anymore, eyes shut as he breathed, feeling Bean squirm and shift as he gave one last push.
"The head is out!" Miranda snapped, moving to get underneath both Shepard and Bean with a towel. "Fog the room, something! Kill that little bastard while you can!"
Both soldiers started spray bullets through the room, covering the exit. There was a yowl and a curse and blood appeared in a trail towards the door. Kai Leng was running away.
"At least the little bastard is staying true to form," Anderson said. He gestured for Vega to take up his post at the door. "Runs away when he's outnumbered and alone. Well, secrecy is out. Let's call for that medevac and get some damn backup."
Derek only half heard this. The rest of him was concentrating on Miranda, the feeling of Bean coming out, and then the most important sound in the galaxy: a sharp, indignant wail as Bean let everyone in the room know his displeasure.
Then his legs and knees finally gave out as Miranda handed Derek the small, squalling, bloody and pasty white form, wrapped in a threadbare towel. Anderson knelt beside him, laughing quietly before grabbing and squeezing Shepard's shoulder. "You did good, Shepard." He sounded almost as hysterical as Derek felt. "He's got one hell of a set of lungs."
"And I'm fresh out of cigars," Vega quipped, still watching the door.
Derek shuddered, pains still going through him as he waited for the afterbirth. The sound of sirens filled the air as the Alliance found them.
He didn't care; all that mattered was the small green eyes peering up into his. "I'm glad you finally got here," he whispered. "I'll keep you safe. I promise."
To be continued.
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