"Worries and Disgust of a Ship's Doctor"

[Guest Fiona Weber]

There was so much she was learning from her stint as "Everyday Doctor Thrown Into Hell-Dimension".

 

There was... why not to get married, why never to go through with a pregnancy, why to always be sure to carry alcohol... and oh yes. Never buy into religions, lest your "gods" turn around and stab you in the back and send you to said Hell-Dimension. Poor Kania -- she just didn't seem to get it.

 

As for the pregnancy, despite her casual attitude towards it, it scared the hell out of Fiona. They had a few doctors back on Republic that had obstetrics training, but Weber'd had the barebones in that department -- she was more of a researcher. Experimenter. And there was good reason for her choice, when she'd sped through medical school. She lacked both the necessary compassion or patience for such a specialization.

 

But it wasn't those traits that worried her. Jax and Jax Junior could take a heartless doctor, but their facilities were severely limited. Aside from Kawalas' herbs and a few tricorders, this was about as natural a pregnancy as they were going to come by. And considering how badly Jax was taking the whole thing, going through labor wasn't going to be easy.

 

... for August... or Fiona. At least if Fiona was the one giving birth, then maybe she wouldn't be the one who'd undoubtedly end up holding Jax's hand.

 

Gods be damned. Especially the Prophets for putting them there. Caring? Hah! They weren't the one who'd have to midwife one, even possibly two pregnancies if Johnson's wife showed back up.

 

Prophets. Be. Damned.

 

And people wondered why she wasn't doing little rain dances for them? Hah!

 

The same people who wondered why she didn't join in the group hugs, of course. But "social" and "friendly" wasn't Fiona's scene. She worked with everyone well enough on the ship -- maybe not when they were in Hell-World -- but... well, the Prophets could stick it somewhere unpleasant. She didn't have to love her crewmates, and she didn't particularly believe in camaraderie.

 

The sycophants could go do their rain dances and sing-alongs. Fiona was just going to hold down a fort of some semblance of order as much as she could, even if that extended to one person -- herself.

Edited November 12, 2007 by Fiona Weber