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One of the fools got himself pregnant.
Omega didn't quite know what to think of that one. It was, however, one of the most hilarious things to happen yet.
The AI-hosted human leaned over the patient on the table and gave him a leering grin, showing him the nasty looking needle. Tucker jolted in fear, but O'Malley had taken the forethought to strap him down to the table.
You know. Just in case something went... wrong. (Hehe)
"Now now," he purred. "I'm just going to anesthesise you. It's so you don't start screaming in pain, for once." He flicked the needle a couple times and lined it up to one of Tucker's veins in his arm. "It wouldn't be too good if you were thrashing in pain while I cut into your insides~"
Tucker squirmed away from the needle. "Isn't Doc supposed to be doing this?"
O'Malley deadpanned. "Do you really want him cutting you open? Most of my medical expertise is focused on keeping someone alive during torture, but the key word is alive. His definition of medic is someone who makes you more comfortable while you die. Me working on you and you living (probably," he mumbled. ") or dying comfortably."
Tucker sputtered "I'm too sexy to die!"
O'Malley rolled his eyes and jabbed the needle in. "As if." he muttered as the idiot passed out.
He began to guide the medic through the operation, leaving him half in control. It was a sort of teaching exercise. Going through the motions, explaining what he was doing so the medic would learn. All the while, half his focus was somewhere else.
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They had just extracted the... child, he guessed he could call it that, when he felt it. The radio signal he had been waiting for had opened.
Time slowed down.
O'Malley had two choices, stay or go. He wanted to stay. By whatever gods may exist, he wanted to stay. Before the medic, he had never felt any sort of peace.
But on the other hand, he wanted Allison. He wanted Beta. He wanted his sister. He wanted his brothers. He wanted Sigma and Gamma and Delta and Theta and Eta and Iota and even Epsilon. He wanted to be whole again.
So he needed Tex. if he had her, he could take Gary and run.
Run to Sigma and Meta.
Sigma had said that it would take a couple of years to stabilize Maine and completely master control over him and the twins. Then he would start gathering the rest, with Omega's own help. Playtime was over now.
So a plan was made. Not that Gary knew exactly what it meant. He felt a twinge of guilt, and not just for his brother. No matter.
It was time.
He started the recording.
"Hey, Doc..."
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Doc dropped the tools and grabbed his head, screaming. The pain was unbearable. Blood leaked from his ears and his AI port and his nose, and was cried out with his tears. He passed out knowing only that something was wrong.
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Something was wrong. All he could feel was loss. Something was missing and it ached.
O'Malley. What...
It hit him and the pain of loss redoubled. He let out a piercing keen.
But that woke Tucker's child. The infant started wailing and Doc pulled himself out of his grief to pick up the child and try to soothe it. Him, he reminded himself dazedly.
Ten minutes later, Doc was lucid enough to figure that child was probably hungry. With a finger, he checked the child's mouth and was slightly startled when sharp teeth almost bit off his finger.
A slow grin grew on his face. Unbeknown to him, it was scarily like O'Malley's. He turned on his radio.
"Caboose, could you come here for a minute? I have orange juice."