feygan: (madhatter)
Feygan ([personal profile] feygan) wrote2015-10-10 03:30 pm

RaSta 12 [Pacific Rim, Raleigh/Stacker]

Title: RaSta (working title)
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Pacific Rim
Pairing: Raleigh Becket/Stacker Pentecost
Genre: action, romance, mpreg
Summary: Young Raleigh Becket has a crush on Stacker Pentecost. Shit happens, as it's wont to do.

When he was twelve years old a routine physical had identified him as a Bearer. There'd always been the possibility, as his grandmother had been a participant of the fertility studies of the late-1960s. She'd been unable to conceive, and it was only the experimental compound RX-972 that had allowed his father to be born.

It had been one of those things. Tens of thousands of people had used RX-972--or Fertico as it had been nicknamed for the risk of hormone induced vertigo--to conceive between 1967 and 1984. It was seen as a safe drug for women with low fertility to use, as its near miraculous properties practically guaranteed conception within months of first ingestion.

Then sixteen year old Harold Gardener was sexually assaulted at the all-boys Enexis Academy in Connecticut. During the course of the investigation and subsequent criminal trial, it was discovered that the physically male student was pregnant and that his mother had used Fertico to enable his birth. His was the first case of male pregnancy. It was not the last.

Called Bearers, there was an ever growing segment of the male population that were able to become pregnant and carry to term--though a Cesarean was required for the birth--and Raleigh was one of their number. It had been a fact of his life since he was twelve years old. One that he had never fully been able to accept. Yet he'd still looked at Stacker Pentecost and thought, *Maybe*.

For the love of a man that had looked at him as though he were crazy to suggest marriage, he had been ready to go against everything he had ever believed in or thought he wanted. He'd actually nursed the idea of starting a family with himself in the maternal role. He'd imagined carrying their baby someday and it hadn't made him want to throw up or run away screaming.

*I was an idiot*, he thought. It was the only explanation that made sense. He was the fool that had believed that love could trump anything and everything.

And now he was sitting in Medical being told that his contraceptive implant had been malfunctioning. His hormones had been out of whack for months. There was a good chance that everything he'd felt for Stacker had been nothing more than his body's need to reproduce.

"When can I get out of here?" he asked. "I want to get out of here."

"Like I said, it won't be any earlier than sometime tonight," Doc Brown said.

"And my h-hormones? They'll go back to normal soon?"

She gave him a sympathetic look. It made him want to cringe away. He didn't need anyone's pity or consideration. He was fine.

"We'll take another reading tomorrow, but it looks like you're already starting to level off. They're still ridiculously high, but your system's no longer being flooded to overload." She reached into the pocket of her lab coat and pulled out a white plastic bracelet. "This bracelet will monitor you and send the results to my tablet. Put it on."

Raleigh took the bracelet and attached it to his wrist. He fingered the plain band with its ghostly impression of circuitry. "I'm making a fashion statement."

"That you are," she said. "Now listen up, Ranger Becket. There's no reason to wear that face. You're going to be fine."

"Yeah," he said. "Fine."

TBC...

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