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Foiled! Curses again?	By : I_write_badfic_not_tragedies Category: +S through Z > TaleSpin Views: 2508 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Months later
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“They’re saying it’s going to be a storm of the century,” Mad Dog said as he helped board over any exposed windows on Pirate Island. “You sure you’re going to be okay staying here, captain?”
“I am not due to explode for another two weeks,” Karnage answered back. Explode seemed like the right word at the time, for how giant they felt. Their back hurt, but they were busy overseeing the work to protect the island from the incoming black clouds. “I am hoping the only blowout we will have tonight will be from the wind.”
“I’d still feel better if you went somewhere more protected,” Rachet added.
“Yes, I can go to Cape Suzette and announce hello, I am the amazing pirate that is always trying to blow you up. You will let me stay here for a few days and let me go, okey-dokey? We have the cave with generators and the Vulture to retreat into. Three pirates will be on guard, two looking out the narrow windows we left exposed to monitor the situation, and one monitoring the radio. If it gets bad, they will sound the alarm.”
That night Rachet couldn’t sleep, listening to the howling rise of the over the ocean. Sometimes the island itself would seem to shudder from the wind. The window slats were shaking slightly, and a cold salty chill was coming into the room. He could hear the sound the rain made as it pounded the rock around them.
He felt the creaking of the bed as his partner got up to peer through the window slats. Rachet got a blanket and brought it to them. “You should get back to where it’s warm, we don’t want you to catch a chill.”
“I cannot sleep,” Karnage replied.
“Worried about the storm?”
“Among many things.”
“Hmm… like baby names?”
“I am not naming a pup Harold.”
“But I like the name Harold!”
“Absolutely, positively, completely, without a doubtable, no.”
Before they could continue the conversation, there were several loud knocks at the door. “Captain, we received an unusual radio transmission. How should we respond?”
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“Thanks again for letting us land in your bay, Karny,” Baloo said.
“You can consider it thanks for the surprisingly excellent baby shower.”
“Speaking of that, you’re as big as a house!”
“Baloo!” Rebecca hissed, not wanting the pirates to change their mind about letting them stay.
“What in the worlds were you doing flying at night into a storm?”
“We thought we were going to make it back in time if we flew all night, but we hit unexpected delays and the storm caught up to us,” Rebecca explained, helping Molly out of the plane. The entire crew was out on this flight, including Wild Cat.
Rachet looked him down. “So, you’re Cape Suzette’s brilliant mechanic?” he asked, feeling slightly competitive.
“I am?” Wild Cat asked
A young pirate interrupted. “Captain, the storm surges are increasing the water levels in the bay faster than the mechanical pumps can keep them down. We’re flooding. Should we put people on the hand pumps?” Hacksaw asked.
“No. With the speed of the storm, we would be peeing into the breezes. We will move to the Vulture and ride the waves out. Tell everyone to bring as many essentials as they can carry. Once in the ship, we cut power to the island generators to save fuel.” They had been prepared for the possibility of having to retreat to the Vulture for safety. They already had a significant amount of supplies inside and had moved everything they could to the upper levels of the bay.
The water in the bay was ankle deep by the time they couldn’t wait any longer. They had to seal up with whatever they had managed to bring.
“That was too much water,” Mad Dog commented as they closed the doors.
“I agree, I’m done with water for now,” Dumptruck agreed.
“My queen, are you okay?” Rachet asked. The captain was sitting in a very strange manner, legs out as wide as they could spread them, looking like they were biting their lower lip.
“Just uncomfortable,” they answered. As the night progressed and the storm grew stronger, Rachet and Rebecca both couldn’t help but notice how antsy Karnage was getting. They would get up, pace back and forth a few times, then sit back down again. After a few minutes, the actions would be repeated.
“I don’t mean to cause concern,” Rebecca whispered to Baloo, “But I think she’s having contractions.”
“WHAT?” he said, trying to whisper but being overly loud. A few pirates looked at him with a combination of curiosity and annoyance.
“Sssssh! Just early contractions, if moving around makes her feel better. I don’t want to say anything yet because I don’t want to panic anyone…”
She was cut off by a sudden commotion. “Captain, really? You always told us that civilized canids mark their territory with paint, not by peeing on it!”
“This is not… urine…” they replied, and it was only then that Rebecca and Baloo realized the source of the commotion was that the captain’s nightgown was soaked from the hips down.
Pandemonium erupted until Rebecca took control of the situation, ordering Rachet to carry the queen up to the captain’s quarters.
“Dynamite arm, you bring as many old towels and blankets as you can and boil some water. You in the head thing, you get on the radio and see if you can raise the doctor. Big guy with the feather hat, you help me get everything off the desk so we can transform it into a bed. No one panic yet, my doctor told me it can be a few days after the water breaks before the baby arrives. We just need to keep her comfortable and hope we can ride out the storm.” She didn’t want to tell them it could be two days, or it could be hours. They were already freaking out enough.
Several pilots and radio enthusiasts scanning frequencies for storm news would hear a stressed-sounding call go out for Doctor Cooper. Fortunately, Doctor Cooper was sheltering in a place with a radio and was able to answer. “First, I need you to calm down,” he said. “Sometimes the water can break up to two days before active labor,” he said, validating Rebecca’s earlier comments. “What I need to know is how often the contractions are coming and how dilated she is. Can she still talk during the contractions?”
“She’s still yelling at us all the time.”
“When she can’t do that anymore, I will get worried.”
“Knowing her, I’m not sure we will ever reach that stage,” Dumptruck said, and he knew his captain wasn’t feeling well because they didn’t clock him for it.
Mad Dog had to look awkwardly away as he relayed the commands from the doctor trying to walk Rachet through the process of checking for dilation. Eventually Rebecca got so frustrated with his inability to stop panicking long enough to do a simple process, and she pushed him aside and took over. She had never expected to be in a situation where she’d have to put her hand inside a pirate queen, let alone one who was her direct enemy.
The next two hours or so involved the three men trying to get their leader to stop walking in circles, getting up and down, rolling around, and in general doing any wiggly body motion they could. “You don’t understand, doc! She’s… literally climbing up the walls. Using the curtains,” Rachet whined over the radio.
“If it helps her feel better, let her be,” the doctor said with a sigh. The crew had gone into full-blown panic mode like they were all expectant fathers.
Rebecca chased them all out of the captain’s quarters and ordered Baloo to keep them out. As they waited, Molly looked up at Baloo. “Baloo?” she asked.
“Yes, button nose?”
“How did the baby get in her belly?”
Baloo turned tomato red in the face. “Well… uh… that’s… um… that’s complicated… and… it… um… it involves the birds and the bees, and a mommy and daddy who love each other, and…um… this is really something your mom should explain to you.”
They heard a very vulgar set of screams coming from the closed off room, fortunately distracting Molly from the uncomfortable conversation. A particularly loud blast of thunder ripped through the air at the same time, shaking the base.
Inside the captain’s quarters, the combined efforts of Rachet, Rebecca, and Dumptruck still couldn’t keep their leader in one place for more than a few minutes, despite their best efforts to do so. When they could get her to lie down, she refused to lie on her back, favoring her side. One hour passed, then two, and then three. Every hour or so they could check in with the doctor. What they didn’t realize that as each hour passed, more and more pilots and even regular people with access to the radio frequency were tuning in. The drama of listening live to a labor in progress was better than anything the pre-programmed radio channels were playing.
When they finally got the captain started settled down, it wasn’t by choice. It was because the contractions were getting severe enough that constantly moving around was becoming difficult. “When the contractions start coming two to three minutes apart, then I would worry about her positioning. Let her be for now and keep her panting between contractions, it will reduce the pain.”
They were so busy paying attention to what was happening in the center of the room that they didn’t notice a curious Molly had slipped into the room. “Rachet, you hold her hands and shoulders,” Rebecca ordered. She had no choice. She was going to have to be the adult in the room.
“What are you going to do?”
“Catch. I hope,” she said nervously.
Another uncomfortable half an hour passed. The people on the radio were hanging on for updates. The other pirates, locked out of the room, were piled up against the door with their ears to it. Everyone was waiting, barely able to breathe. Mad Dog had one hand over his eyes and Dumptruck had his eyes closed. They were trying to respect as much of their leader’s privacy as possible.
“Okay, when the next contraction hits, push for the count of five and then relax and pant. Can you do that for me?” the doctor asked through the radio. He couldn’t hear it, but he got a half whine-half yelp as a response. Rachet had expected more verbal threats of violence and shouts from his leader, and the fact that they were only getting screaming whines between pants was slightly worrying them.
“Is everything okay down there?” Rachet shouted. It was hard to hear him over the howling his mate was releasing.
“I think we’re really close” Rebecca shouted back. “Keep pushing, keep pushing, it’s coming… it’s coming… oh crap it’s really coming!” she shouted, suddenly panicked. Before the full panic could really set in, there was a small wiggling pup in her arms.
“The doctor says to calm down, clean the face, and rub the back hard until it starts crying.” Everyone waited with their breath held until they heard that tiny yelping howl of a new wolf pup. Even the people on the radio were finally able to let out a breath.
“It’s… it’s a girl. A little girl.”
“The doctor says not to cut the cord until he tells you to and to be extra careful not to tear it. He wants you to check her belly and see if you feel anything hard still in there.”
“Okay. I… I definitely feel something… is that bad?”
“Describe what you feel.”
After hearing the description, the doctor answered, “Get ready to go again. There’s still one in there.”
About twenty minutes later, the second wolf made her appearance into the world. She came out considerably faster and Rebecca had to scramble to catch her. She was also visibly larger than her earlier sister. “It’s a girl, this one is a girl too,” Rebecca said, which was relayed to the doctor. They had no idea how many people across the radio were celebrating, even though they had no idea whose children they were cheering for since they had been calling using code names. They might have been less enthusiastic if they had any idea they were cheering for the pirate queen.
After the placentas were passed, the doctor had Rebecca perform several tests to make sure his mate was doing well and not excessively bleeding. “She’s doing amazingly well. It’s almost like God was watching out for her.” Truth be told, a certain God WAS protecting both the mother and offspring, but it wasn’t the God the doctor was thinking of. It wasn’t what anyone could have expected. “If she wants to eat the placentas you can let her. Some wolves do, some wolves don’t.”
“This wolf will NOT,” the very tired pirate snapped, the first real words they had spoken in a while.
“How are you feeling?” Rachet asked.
“I cannot tell if I am in pain, or if I am flying,” they answered.
“Technically you’re floating, although the storm is dying down. Let’s get you up so we can get you cleaned off and change these sheets.”
The pups were both occasionally whining and squirming as Rebecca passed them to their mother. As no one had noticed Molly slipping into the room, no one noticed her slipping out of the room. “Where have you been, we’ve been looking for you?” Kit asked.
“I’m never having a baby,” was all she said.
Baloo looked cautiously into the room. “Is everything okay in here? We haven’t heard any sounds for some time and- WHOA WARN A GUY WILL YOU?” he said, slapping his hand over his eyes. Both babies were latched onto their mother’s exposed breasts.
“You should have knocked. You can tell the others it’s two girls,” Rebecca said. “Pandora and… Lilith, right?” she said, pointing to the smaller and then to the larger pup. The smaller one had lighter colored rings around her eyes and a white upper and lower jaw like her mother. The larger girl had only a white lower jaw like her father.
Once the storm had passed and the water had gone down enough to open the main hanger doors again, some of the crew rushed out to pick up the doctor and bring him back for a final check. “They’re all doing absolutely brilliant. I was worried because you have such a narrow and slender build, but you did greater than I could have expected. Both pups are healthy and hungry. It’ll be exciting to get a better look at them once their eyes and ears start fully opening.”
Several weeks later, the pups’ eyes opened- and revealed them to be the most brilliant emerald green anyone could remember seeing.
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