I blamelukadreaming for this one. We were having a perfectly reasonable chat yesterday, and she mentioned that two of her major squicks are het and kid!fic. So I threatened (in a friendly, light-hearted way, of course) to write a het-future-kid!fic drabble. Then this happened. It's not actually a drabble, and strictly speaking it's het-future-almost-kid!fic, but it's still Luka's fault. Apologies in advance for the excessive angst.
Title: Hopes and Dreams
Characters: Abby (Abby/Connor implied)
Warnings: Character death, pregnancy, angst, (implied sex).
Word count: 200
Disclaimer: Not mine. ITV and Impossible Pictures own them.
The other expectant mums with their fussing partners give her pitying looks as she sits in the waiting room by herself. Abby doesn’t care. They probably think she’s a stupid young thing, pregnant from a one night stand, a boyfriend who took off as soon as he found out. Stuff them, let them think what they want.
The other mums had probably planned their new families down to the last details. Painted nurseries and mountains of toys already. Names all picked out. Months of planning. Abby didn’t have months, or plans. Abby only had memories, brief snapshots of time. Six days trapped with him in a distant era. One night of desperate fear and love and truth under alien stars. And one moment when he hung back, caused a distraction to give her time to get to the anomaly. One moment when he was ripped away from her. One moment that lasted for a lifetime when his dark eyes held her gaze until the very last second before those eyes closed forever.
The other mums have so many hopes and dreams for their children. Abby only has one. She hopes her baby has dark eyes, just like its father.