Surprise(?)
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charisstomaTitle: Surprise?
Author: charisstoma
Rating: PG for language
Word count: 1033
Content: NaNoWriMo is done and life returns to normal(?) for some.
Kain was off on assignment per Dick, which roughly meant out of the building for a few days, so it was Steve who was delegated to hold the glass of water for Dick to use when he was done losing his latest meal. After the last time when the staff had gone through this phenomenon, everyone knew what that meant. What was unusual was that Steve was having sympathetic nausea. He didn’t remember experiencing this when Ceylen was in process but then he hadn’t been among any of the lucky ones who had had that joyous task of helping the Master Djinn’s pregnant consort. Sympathetic nausea, that’s all it was.. He was sure. Still…
When the next morning, Steve and Dick were similarly occupied with ‘the ritual‘ and the sympathy once more made itself known, this time more forcefully and physically, he decided maybe it was time to seek out answers. Voice muted he’d asked Dick if he could use the spare DEPTTM, which everyone knows stands for ‘Djinn Early..’ - yeah, you got it. Along with the opened package containing the second test wand was a blink from Kain’s Dick. Two heads were bent over the little indicator and eyes rose, meeting when the + sign slowly formed itself. A loud groan echoed in the small enclosed space followed by a rhythmic thunk as Steve made his way out of denial through the bang your head upon the wall method. ‘There’ was a conversation he’d rather not have in his future. He was grateful when Dick didn’t live up to his name but instead gave him a comforting shoulder squeeze before leaving him to muse over his condition.
To blog about this or not to blog, that was the question, to steal from W. Shakespeare. Something like this was usually handled in person. Steve so wanted to be a coward and slip back into his container to wait out the gestational period. A mantra had formed in his mind, ‘wait ‘til Kain comes home.’ ‘What could another day or two matter?,’ he thought as he stroked the small bulge that was already starting to be apparent.
A week later Kain still not returned, found Steve positively sure he didn’t want to have any conversations with any Master Djinn. He also was fairly certain that he’d kill anyone who tried to take or harm his as yet unborn child. Mentally laughing at himself, Steve realized that most of this was hormonal and set off to read the pregnancy books already available. It occurred to him that it was convenient that the smoke screen of a pregnant Dick made delaying revelations of his own interesting condition less difficult. Dick was still keeping his confidences with only a little prod once in a while, sharing plots on how to best inform guilty parties of ‘certain’ important knowledge. In the end, Steve decided to ping his very missing lover on-line.
Steve: Neeeeeeed to see you. *kisses*
It was a whole day later that this came back:
Ancient and Honorable Djinn Archive: This is Faisal. The MDL is busy right now. If there is a message of importance, I am empowered to determine if it may be brought to the attention of the MDL at his earliest convenient time.
“What!?!” thundered a shriek. “Dick! The asshole is having my PMs to him screened!”
Midge was the one who answered with gentle reminders that NaNoWriMo had just ended a couple days ago. Steve had sent in his own completed Diary and there were sure to have been other djinn taking part in the writing marathon. Undoubtedly the Master Librarian was VERY occupied with his official duties; organizing, verifying, sending out certificates of accomplishment (Steve already had received his), cataloging the entries, and carefully storing them. Everyone was treated to just how fast Midge was capable of moving to evade flying punctuation.
Not so fortunate was Faisal of the A&HDA.
Steve: I “NEED” TO SEE YOU, ADNAN! TELL YOUR SECRETARY TO “GET OFF” OF YOUR LAP AND “MAKE TIME FOR US” TO TALK!
Ancient and Honorable Djinn Archive: The MDL is busy and will be in touch with you as time allows. He asks that I remind you he has “important duties and is not someone who has nothing better to do than fuck around all day.” He also requests that you “behave in a more polite manner towards the staff and less like a jealous sex-starved paramour.”
Steve locked up his computer with himself inside. By the end of the day when he re-emerged he’d decided it made no difference. The little one had chosen him to be his parent and it was something he’d accomplish to the best of his ability with or without a partner. It was the 21st century. Pregnant and commitmentless was not an unworkable thing. He had his family here at Lustful Liaisons. He didn’t need any Librarians to clutter up his life. He had enough love here for any little baby djinn. If there were a few tears still escaping, everyone ignored them.
This is what Kain returned to.
*******
Dear Diary: How trite that is as a beginning to a new chapter. But this is a new chapter, so… Pregnancy is a wondorous and horrible thing. Dick loses his stomach’s contents each morning and I am there beside him all of the way. This is helpful really. Kain has little odds and ends to clean up from my distracted and less then expert sojourn as Djinn-in-charge. I really don’t think I could stand it to see Kain and his Dick together making with kisses and hugs. What they do in their alcove chamber alone together, and boy howdy can we hear them at it like bunnies, isn’t too bad as long as I don’t have to see any of it. Love is. Love needs to be expressed for it to continue to flower and sustain itself. Just because my flower is sere with dead false promises doesn’t mean that others shouldn’t have their flowers greet their loves in happy glow. My glow is muted for now but will in future burst forth with another’s arrival on whom I’ll pour my love.
Author: charisstoma
Rating: PG for language
Word count: 1033
Content: NaNoWriMo is done and life returns to normal(?) for some.
Kain was off on assignment per Dick, which roughly meant out of the building for a few days, so it was Steve who was delegated to hold the glass of water for Dick to use when he was done losing his latest meal. After the last time when the staff had gone through this phenomenon, everyone knew what that meant. What was unusual was that Steve was having sympathetic nausea. He didn’t remember experiencing this when Ceylen was in process but then he hadn’t been among any of the lucky ones who had had that joyous task of helping the Master Djinn’s pregnant consort. Sympathetic nausea, that’s all it was.. He was sure. Still…
When the next morning, Steve and Dick were similarly occupied with ‘the ritual‘ and the sympathy once more made itself known, this time more forcefully and physically, he decided maybe it was time to seek out answers. Voice muted he’d asked Dick if he could use the spare DEPTTM, which everyone knows stands for ‘Djinn Early..’ - yeah, you got it. Along with the opened package containing the second test wand was a blink from Kain’s Dick. Two heads were bent over the little indicator and eyes rose, meeting when the + sign slowly formed itself. A loud groan echoed in the small enclosed space followed by a rhythmic thunk as Steve made his way out of denial through the bang your head upon the wall method. ‘There’ was a conversation he’d rather not have in his future. He was grateful when Dick didn’t live up to his name but instead gave him a comforting shoulder squeeze before leaving him to muse over his condition.
To blog about this or not to blog, that was the question, to steal from W. Shakespeare. Something like this was usually handled in person. Steve so wanted to be a coward and slip back into his container to wait out the gestational period. A mantra had formed in his mind, ‘wait ‘til Kain comes home.’ ‘What could another day or two matter?,’ he thought as he stroked the small bulge that was already starting to be apparent.
A week later Kain still not returned, found Steve positively sure he didn’t want to have any conversations with any Master Djinn. He also was fairly certain that he’d kill anyone who tried to take or harm his as yet unborn child. Mentally laughing at himself, Steve realized that most of this was hormonal and set off to read the pregnancy books already available. It occurred to him that it was convenient that the smoke screen of a pregnant Dick made delaying revelations of his own interesting condition less difficult. Dick was still keeping his confidences with only a little prod once in a while, sharing plots on how to best inform guilty parties of ‘certain’ important knowledge. In the end, Steve decided to ping his very missing lover on-line.
Steve: Neeeeeeed to see you. *kisses*
It was a whole day later that this came back:
Ancient and Honorable Djinn Archive: This is Faisal. The MDL is busy right now. If there is a message of importance, I am empowered to determine if it may be brought to the attention of the MDL at his earliest convenient time.
“What!?!” thundered a shriek. “Dick! The asshole is having my PMs to him screened!”
Midge was the one who answered with gentle reminders that NaNoWriMo had just ended a couple days ago. Steve had sent in his own completed Diary and there were sure to have been other djinn taking part in the writing marathon. Undoubtedly the Master Librarian was VERY occupied with his official duties; organizing, verifying, sending out certificates of accomplishment (Steve already had received his), cataloging the entries, and carefully storing them. Everyone was treated to just how fast Midge was capable of moving to evade flying punctuation.
Not so fortunate was Faisal of the A&HDA.
Steve: I “NEED” TO SEE YOU, ADNAN! TELL YOUR SECRETARY TO “GET OFF” OF YOUR LAP AND “MAKE TIME FOR US” TO TALK!
Ancient and Honorable Djinn Archive: The MDL is busy and will be in touch with you as time allows. He asks that I remind you he has “important duties and is not someone who has nothing better to do than fuck around all day.” He also requests that you “behave in a more polite manner towards the staff and less like a jealous sex-starved paramour.”
Steve locked up his computer with himself inside. By the end of the day when he re-emerged he’d decided it made no difference. The little one had chosen him to be his parent and it was something he’d accomplish to the best of his ability with or without a partner. It was the 21st century. Pregnant and commitmentless was not an unworkable thing. He had his family here at Lustful Liaisons. He didn’t need any Librarians to clutter up his life. He had enough love here for any little baby djinn. If there were a few tears still escaping, everyone ignored them.
This is what Kain returned to.
*******
Dear Diary: How trite that is as a beginning to a new chapter. But this is a new chapter, so… Pregnancy is a wondorous and horrible thing. Dick loses his stomach’s contents each morning and I am there beside him all of the way. This is helpful really. Kain has little odds and ends to clean up from my distracted and less then expert sojourn as Djinn-in-charge. I really don’t think I could stand it to see Kain and his Dick together making with kisses and hugs. What they do in their alcove chamber alone together, and boy howdy can we hear them at it like bunnies, isn’t too bad as long as I don’t have to see any of it. Love is. Love needs to be expressed for it to continue to flower and sustain itself. Just because my flower is sere with dead false promises doesn’t mean that others shouldn’t have their flowers greet their loves in happy glow. My glow is muted for now but will in future burst forth with another’s arrival on whom I’ll pour my love.
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Date: 2010-12-03 07:42 am (UTC)(Following on my cry of "You made Dick and Steve preggers both at once?! Ha!")
And I like how the diary entry is ambiguous enough that someone who didn't know might not twig that he's talking about his own pregnancy there. Although his broken heart is more obvious.
Go Steve! You can do it! You don't need jerks who decide that you're only there for sex and their work is more important than talking to you!
Someone give the man a cuddle.
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Date: 2010-12-03 08:21 am (UTC)The texts (if you squint) are saying things that could be taken two ways. "fuck around" is a euphemism for 'to do nothing important' as well as could be taken literally. Am glad the ambiguity came through with the Diary entry.
I'm hoping that the MDL will get his head out and that the texts were just overprotective office staff running interference, but we'll see. Don't you just love stories that write themselves. This one didn't really feel like making its way out of my fingers, I'm glad you liked it.
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Date: 2010-12-03 10:23 am (UTC)Well, no matter how you take the texts, he still sounds like a jerk who doesn't take Steve seriously.
I will sit back and see what happens - I'm sure Steve will find his happy ending, whoever it may be with. :)
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Date: 2010-12-03 11:08 pm (UTC)That first message was so cute with the added *kisses*
I kind of hope a jealous employee is sabotaging the relationship by overstepping his brief and responding to all messages when a distracted Librarian only meant the work related ones.
Made me feel weepy that new diary extract!
Nice lot of ambiguity I noticed the 'fuck around' and the pregancy implied but not stated. The muted glow *sniffle* with the 'others arrival*
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Date: 2010-12-04 05:36 am (UTC)*SMILES* Thank you.
I think you may be right, jealous snobby staff are behind this.
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Date: 2010-12-05 05:12 am (UTC)Certain staff members could find themselves demoted fast.