Om Hum Hanumate Namah
Posted on Tue Feb 4th, 2025 @ 4:39pm by Lieutenant Commander Bonnie "Bon-Bon" Durnell
Mission:
Ramant
Location: USS Sunfire
Timeline: Current
"Despite the early birth, your little girl appears to be bright and healthy." The doctor smiled as she lay the small child, wrapped tightly in a bundle, into Molly's arms. "She'll need a good strong name." The rest of the staff then finished their cleanup and bowed out of the room leaving Just the two of them with their new baby girl.
Molly held the little girl close, looking at her features and taking in the details of the life she had created. She placed a finger in the baby's hand only to have the baby grab her finger in response. "My wee Bonnie lass." She said, her heartstrings being tugged on gently.
Standing next to Molly's bedside, leaning in actually, stood the father with a proud grin upon his face. "Bonnie, means beautiful where you're from right? I like it. As for a strong name, what about Bonaventure?" He offered confidently.
"Ech, we are not naming our daughter after your Great Uncle. It's not happening." She replied adamantly. "Next you'll suggest your Father, Magnus."
"They are both good strong names. The original Bonaventure was an adventuring explorer, and when you shorten the name you get my favorite dessert." He raised his brows to show he was being playfully witty.
"Bon-bon? You have got to be joking." She looked at the little bundle in her arms as she was contemplating the childs' appearance and the name associated. "Bonnie, Bon-Bon Durnell." It had a certain ring to it.
"I like it. She will grow up to be amazing, like her momma. I can't wait to teach her all of the History and tools of the trade. She'll be my little curator companion."
"Poor girl will be bored to tears. And teased, poor thing." Molly jested before pulling Hunter down to give him a kiss. When they separated she added, "I love it. Better safe and bored than in constant danger all the time. Space is a harsh place to raise a child."
"My little Bon-bon will be strong. She will be smart and she will endure..."
On a cloaked vessel sometime in the future, a heavily sedated Bonnie waited to be released from the pain she was in. Her mind trailing to happier times as she swaddled herself in dreams, or memories, or perhaps something in between.
Her eyes were dark, her skin pale, her body weakening by the minute as the alien lifeform within was literally consuming everything that she was in order to grow. Instead of caring for the host, the attending doctors were focusing on keeping the fetus alive, a singular uncaring focus.
But it was her heart that was feeling the heaviest strain. OVer and over again she could hear the voice of her papa telling her to "Be strong, my little one, my little Bon-Bon."
The scientists had cleared out, as had most of the nurses. One watched her vitals, calculated and distributed medications. The Doctor entered, checked the charts and looked at Bonnie's condition. He then gazed at the nurse, "Are these calculations current?"
"Yes doctor, updated in the last minute or so."
The projections were slim that either one would survive. "We'll be fortunate if the host makes it to the end of her second trimester. Remind me please, to lodge a formal complaint. This one should have never been subject to experimentation."
"Yes doctor." The nurse replied respectfully.
He looked at Bonnie once more, "Be strong little one."
TBC
