I plan on re-visiting this version of Christine a little later. For now it is time to end the Stiletto War. If you miss me or your friends, come visit them in About Last Night. Another shameless plug, I want you to keep reading. I live to entertain you all. So enjoy. It's a wrap kids.

Disclaimer – I head back to work on Tuesday and it will not be around the round table working of the 2011 sequel…so I don't own them.

Chapter 18

Three sets of eyes stared on in anticipation.

"How much longer do we have to wait?" Nyota hissed.

"Quit before you knock it over." Christine snapped.

"Shut up, your boss is the reason why we're hiding in here." Janice replied.

The three musketeers found themselves in a sickbay supply closet waiting on the results of a pregnancy test dinosaur; the kind that you squat and pee.

"Christine explain again why we can't use the tricorder?" Nyota was agitated and ready to get out of the small room with Janice and Christine.

"Well brainiac, the tricorder links all medical information to your Starfleet personnel ID, so anything that is trying to remain secretive will automatically be recorded to the files here in sickbay." Christine shot a satisfied look followed by a wink to her best friend.

The alarm on Janice's comm. went off and the three women shut their eyes tightly before leaning over to view the small white stick.

"Where's the box? Is it one or two lines?"

"What in the name of Jehosophat are all of you doing in my supply closet?" Dr. McCoy stood at the door waiting for an answer. His eyes immediately caught sight of the late 21st century device used to determine pregnancy. Momentarily he couldn't breathe, the woman he'd been seeing was in that room, it was possible the stick belonged to her. The doctor made a move for the stick and Christine moved it out of his reach.

"Sorry doctor."

"I have a right to know what's going on in my sickbay." McCoy's voice was elevated and his eyes were full of fear as he searched Nyota's face. Finding no anxiety, he settled down a bit.

"Come on Leo. It's not me. The less you know the better." Nyota grasped his hand and lead the doctor to his office.

Christine closed the door and sat down on a box of blankets. "I guess now is as good a time as ever."

Janice reached for the nurses hand, "I'll be outside if you need me."

Christine nodded and refused to loosen her grasp on the stick in her hand until the door closed. After what felt like hours, the nurse finally allowed her eyes to fall on the center of the stick. Tears immediately fell from her eyes. "Two lines, two fucking lines." She immediately clutched her belly. Christine had known the results even before the first drop of urine had hit the stick. "What happens on shore leave doesn't always stay on shore leave?"

The blonde emerged from the supply closet still lost in her thoughts. She handed the stick to Janice and made her way from sickbay. McCoy, Nyota, and Janice all looked on. Each afraid to read the result they knew the test held.

"Congratulations." McCoy muttered from where he stood.

Nyota placed a quick kiss on his rough cheek and headed down the corridor after her friend.

"Christine. Wait for me." Reaching her, she wrapped a warm arm around her waist. "Let's go to my place."

They eased into the quarters that Nyota now shared with Leonard. Medical journals and ancient language texts were scattered on the coffee table. Everything else was impeccable. The room smelt like Vanilla Mint; the perfect combination of the linguist and the doctor.

Nyota handed her friend a mug of replicated chamomile tea. She'd noticed the bags forming around Christine's eyes a week earlier. The once vibrant blonde's appetite had decreased and she'd taken to having a long nap period instead of their formal girl talk sessions.

"What am I going to do?"

Nyota could hear that her friend was on the verge of tears. She placed a warm hand on her knee. "What do you want to do?"

"I want this baby. Is that wrong?" Christine was crying now.

"Not at all babe." Nyota moved and placed her arms around her friend's shaking body. "Not at all."

"I lost a baby with Roger." She sniffled. "Just before I finished at the Academy."

"Whatever decision you make, I'm here." Nyota resisted the urge to tell her friend exactly what to do.

Christine cried some more into Nyota's uniform before drifting off to sleep. The lieutenant pulled off her friend's boots and covered her with a blanket. McCoy entered a few moments later.

His eyes were soft, "She okay?"

"Shocked, I don't think it's set in completely." She busied herself, trying to forget the look of utter fear on Leo's face when he entered that storage closet; pushing down the question that was screaming to be set free from her mouth.

"Nyota."

Still alphabetizing the books on the shelf, "Yes, Leonard." She always used his full first name when she was upset with him.

"I took the liberty of verifying that your contraceptive is up to date."

Nyota's response, "So was Christine's. What's meant to be will be?"

"Do you want a baby; is that what this is about?" McCoy was struggling to be understanding and not allow his own anxiety to rule the conversation.

"It's about the look on your face back there. What if this was us instead of Chrissie and Ru?"

McCoy moved towards Nyota and she took a step back. He took the hint.

"I'd be happy as the devil during Mardi Gras."

Nyota fixed her mouth to argue until she realized the devil would be pretty damn happy during Mardi Gras due to all the sin and debauchery. "You want to have babies with me?"

"One day." He moved towards her again, this time she didn't step back. "Maybe a boy, smart as you, with my charm, or a little girl with her mama's eyes."

"We could have both."

He could hear the excitement in her voice.

"Just not yet, we've got a lot of learning and growing to do."

Nyota moved her head in agreement before easing into the arms that were open and waiting for her.

"Can a doctor have a little lunch time rendezvous or do we have to wait for sleeping beauty to leave?"

"Be very, very, very quiet." Nyota said with her finger pressed to his lip as they made their way to the bedroom.


Janice walked into Jim's office in a daze. She didn't speak, only taking the seat directly across from his desk. His eyes were filled with worry. Their relationship was still new. Minus the initial disasters, they had come to have something that he didn't want to jeopardize.

"J."

"Permission to speak freely and off the record, Sir?"

Jim nodded against his better judgment.

"Christine is knocked the fuck up." The yeoman's shoulders eased with the admission and the Captain's eyebrows shot up in a fashion that would excite his first officer.

"Get the fuck out of here." Yeah he was shocked.

"This is off the record, Sulu doesn't know."

Jim leaned back in his chair, running his fingers through his hair and avoiding the obvious question.

Janice read his mind, "Nothing to worry about here, medically not possible until I'm ready."

He felt like he should apologize, "I'm sorry."

She waved off his apology, "No, trust me I am so thankful that I decided to have that procedure." Janice stood and walked over to Jim. Taking a seat in his lap, "I'm worried about Christine."

Jim twined his fingers through her hair, "Don't, Hikaru loves her. It will work out."

"You won't put her off the ship?" Janice's face held her question.

"No, I'd let Joanna and any other kids live on board. We're a family."

Janice laid her head on Jim's shoulder. "I wonder what our baby would look like." She felt Jim tense under her. "Stop that. Not ready. Just daydreaming."

"Our baby would be the hotness."

"You're such a juvenile." Janice kissed his nose, grabbed the stack of padds on his desk and headed out the door.


Christine woke a few hours later. Rested but still burdened. She heard the soft sounds of sleep coming from the bedroom and quietly gathered her boots and made the way to her own quarters. Hikaru was in the process of changing for his daily fencing session with Chekov. The nurse said nothing as she breezed past him with open arms. She placed her boots on the floor and removed her uniform.

Christine found her way to the shower and allowed the warm water to fall all over her body. She stayed there until the water turned cold, finally exiting in Hikaru's bathrobe with her hair clinging to her head. He was sitting on the bed, still dressed in his workout clothes with frown lines littering his face.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" His voice was somewhere between angry and exhausted. "You haven't slept in over a week. You won't eat. You act like you hate me. I don't know what to say or do anymore."

Christine stopped him before he could continue. "I'm pregnant."

The words came out easier than she had expected. She hadn't even noticed that she'd closed her eyes in anticipation of a negative reaction from Sulu. When Christine opened her eyes she found Hikaru kneeling before with tears in his eyes.

"Mine?"

She didn't understand the connotation.

"Me?"

Growing more impatient, "Yes, you, me, ours."

"I'm going to be a daddy."

Something about the way he said daddy. Christine knew he wasn't angry. Hikaru was happy. He scooped her up in his arms and swung her around. Feeling nauseous she clawed at him and yelled to put her down.

"I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

He was doting.

Touching her face...

Brushing the wet hair from her eyes…

Finally placing a warm hand on her belly. "A baby."

His eyes held peace and satisfaction.

Christine cursed for hiding in Nyota and Leonard's room all day.

"Yes our baby."