• Can you say two months? How about it for me? Give it up! I’ve made it two crazy months with this bug living inside of me and I’ve finally just given up to loving seeing the little fishy thing swimming inside of me. I have to say, it’s been hard learning about pregnancy and what I can and cannot do. Such as eat sushi. When I found that out I nearly broke Jamies’ nose (well, he did tell me after waving a California Roll in my face).
    I was thinking about this when I walked into Narrows’ office. He was before the ultra sound machine, reviewing shots of my pregnancy going along. He had this dead serious look on his face as he replayed a few videos he had take of the little thing swimming along. I closed the door slowly behind me.
    “Uh, doctor,” I smirked. He jumped, turning around quickly and turning off the monitor. His look was of shock. “I’m here for my appointment.”
    “Oh, well,” He looked toward the computer. “I wasn’t expecting anyone today.”
    I turned toward the calendar. “Well, I’m listed up here.”
    “No,” He gave a nervous laugh. “I mean everything’s been changed today. I’m not supposed to have any patients-”
    ‘So there are other preggies on the ship,’ I wondered to myself.
    “-because we’re going on a mission,” he said with a sigh.
    I looked up with wide eyes. “A mission?”
    “It’s simple, really,” He assured me with a quick smile. “Just another platoon of Golden Gays have been spotted headed toward another station. We don’t think Boomer’s on it, but we still have to make sure they don’t try another stunt like,” he paused, “well, like yours.”
    I touched my stomach. “Yeah,” I sighed, “no one should have to go through this.”
    “Then you understand us leaving,” he said. “I’ve gotten the files on several girls who haven’t been married and are in the same health conditions as you were when,” he stopped and nodded. “Yeah, so me, Thorwn, Middnight, Rig and Amethyst are going aboard to bring them back here for a few days. I’ll be back in a few hours so sit tight in your room or-”
    “I wanna go with you,” I said quickly.
    He looked at me with a shocked expression. I wanted to ask him why, because it was obvious from all the screaming I did once and a while that I wanted my revenge on that old man. I was dead serious.
    “Discovery,” he started.
    “Don’t give me any ‘you’re in no condition’ garbage,” I hissed. “I have about thirty doctors tell me I’m in perfect health to run a marathon. If you want to prove them wrong, go ahead, try! But when you figure that I’m still in top health with this child, then you’ll let me go with you!”
    I gave a staggering breath. If there was one thing I thought, it was that he couldn’t prove I had something wrong with me except for the painful episode I had. He would have had to let me go with him. But his eyes looked equally serious as I imagine mine had been.
    "You're in absolutely no condition to even be standing right now," He said, fury and sternness behind his voice. "If I had it my way, we would have dropped you off at my station a while ago to get that thing out of you but Rig and Thorwn say it's too far out of our way and your fear of the word abortion,” I twitched. “I don't care what those other doctors say; I'm the one who actually knows what's good for you. So, Discovery" he stopped, giving me a moment to suck up the anger in his words, "you are going no where near the Golden."
    I couldn't talk. The room had dropped in temperature as he spoke. With every second I could feel his anger climb until he looked like he was going to snap off and cut me down the middle with his sharp tongue.
    He walked toward the door but stopped when he was parallel to me. "Don't get me wrong, Discovery," he whispered. "You have all the right moves; however you don't know the Golden like we do. It's no just them we have to worry about with you. Boomer made a lot of enemies during his travels and they'd do anything to harm something as precious to him as that child or you."
    “Then teach me,” I said quickly, grabbing his arm. “When you get back, teach me all you know. I want to learn about Boomer; what he likes and what he dislikes. I wanna know when he sleeps, what he eats and when he goes to the bathroom. I want to be able to read him like a book.”
    “That’s almost impossible,” Narrow was still angry at me. He pulled his arm away. “But I can tell you a few things. He dislikes us, the Resistance, and he likes you; or, rather, the thought of you.”
    I cringed. The ‘thought’ of me was worse than being pregnant.
    He glanced at me, raising his hand and putting it on my shoulder. “Use my computer,” he whispered. “The things I know about him are up there under his name.” He left the room without another would. I was left in silence. I glanced at the computer desk, walking over quickly. “Alright, Challenger, babe; let’s get to work.”
    The files were amazing. He had every fact on Boomer and the Golden. Boomer was around 149 years old, if not older. He was a straight ‘A’ science geek when he was in school and by the age of 16 he had already made up his mind about getting married. Unfortunately, so had the girl he liked. She had gone out and married someone completely different.
    Heartbroken; Boomer swore revenge on them. He got a whole bunch of outcast together and started torturing the station he lived on until they gave up. After that, he went onto another station, then another. Soon, he found himself in power of a fearless cult that swore under his name.
    I was amazed at how many things he had done. He tortured women, killed fathers, and even poisoned children.
    I shivered, touching my stomach. “This isn’t the man I want to be your father,” I hissed, looking at his mug shot. I didn’t want to read on, but Narrow was right; I needed to learn about him if I wanted to go on their missions. Besides that, I wanted to know what the maternal father of my unborn child was like when he was a kid.
    I stumbled upon a file with pictures (something I wished I hadn't to this day), and began crying instantly. Gruesome was the only word that came to mind. I pulled the trashcan from next to me as my breakfast came up sour. I clicked out momentarily. If that was what Boomer meant by being 'unsuccessful' and 'terminated' I didn't want to have anything to do with him.

    Narrow came back an hour later. He looked depressed when he walked into the room. It was kinda obvious why, besides the fact that he had run into some kind of trouble on the mission, he held the door back for four freaked teens. One was abnormally tall, her hair was short and hot pink. She had bright pink contacts in his eyes that scanned everything in the room besides me. “Wow,” she said, “this place is cramped.”
    The second girl was shorter with purper hair that lay at her mid back. She didn’t say anything, just walked in and grabbed a stool to sit in. The third and fourth girls came in at the same time, holding hands (well, one was holding the others hand, but the other was trying to shake her off). They were twins, one having white hair and the other with black.
    “I think it’s cute,” the white haired girl smiled.
    “Cute,” the other repeated solemnly.
    I stood. Every eye shifted toward me as I stretched my limbs. “Hey,” I waved at them. “Did it go as planned or do I have some explaining to do?”
    "Everything went just as planned," Narrow sighed, sitting on the clinical bed. "That's the boring part. We went in, saved them, and came out. No gun fights, no struggles, nothing."
    I glared at him. That’s what I wish; to have the luxury of having them come early enough to save me from such a horrid fate.
    He looked at me, finally catching onto what he said. "Not like I wanted what happened to you to happen to them," he said quickly. I waved it off, looking back at the girls. Even though they were older than me, I still felt the need to explain what happened to me.
    “Hey,” I smiled. “I’m Discovery. My station was raided about two months and a week ago on the dot,” I looked on the calendar, “wow, that’s odd how I know this. Well, during the raid, I ran into some….misfortune.”
    The twins looked half interested in me while the quiet girl was listening as if her life depended on it. The other girl, with the hot pink hair, was rather interested in other things like her nails.
    “I’m guessing you all are unmarried girls,” I asked.
    “I’m Dilly,” the girl with the white hair said happily. “And this is my sister, Dally! We love the single life!”
    “You like it,” Dally hissed, “I just don’t really care.”
    “My name is Alex,” the shy girl spoke up quickly. “Presonally, I don’t care for love.”
    “And the prep is Chelsea,” Dally said loudly. “She doesn’t care what you say; she won’t listen unless it’s completely about her.”
    "I don't even know why you guys kidnapped us," Chelsea barked. "We were fine at the station! What did we even do to you!?"
    "Let me say this," I nearly shouted, pointing toward Narrow. "You four should be thanking Narrow and his teammates for getting you here! I would give anything for them to have gotten to me on time, if not before! You three have someone who loves you up there in heaven because if it wasn't for them; you'd be like me!"
    Chelsea looked me over with distaste. "And what's wrong with you besides how you dress?" she asked.
    I walked over to her in pure rage. I gripped her shirt and pushed her to the floor. "Right now," I hissed. "Your station is being raided by a cult called The Golden who are looking for you. When they find you're not there, they'll just take it over and move on. You'll be able to go home in a matter of days.
    “But me,” I pushed her back, “I wasn’t fortunate enough. I was aboard that stupid ship for about three weeks. I was a captive of that idiot Boomer who wanted nothing but to ‘experiment’ on me. I hated it. And when I finally gave in, they came and saved me. But I can’t go back to my station, oh no. I really want to, but it’s unsafe to the highest extent. So be glad you’re not who I am.”
    Chelsea looked at me with pure attitude. I wanted to slap her so bad, but I decided against it. “So,” I turned toward the other girls. “Sense you’re staying for a while, how about a Bunny Bash in my room?”
    “Not too much, Discovery,” Narrow whispered.
    “Oh,” I looked at him, “you have no idea how impossible the request you just made is.”
    I showed the girls to my room, Chelsea lagged behind, muttering to herself. Her feelings of anger seemed to fill the whole area. I sighed.
    “So what’s a Bunny Bash?” Alex asked meekly.
    “Don’t you have Wabbits on your station?” I asked, jumping on my bed.
    “Yeah,” Dilly was wide eyed. “You mean those people with the rabbit ears that throw parties?”
    “Yep,” I smiled. I pulled out my hat, putting it on quickly. “They’re the best. You just dance until you can’t move and then you dance some more! The music is awesome and then there’s the pulsing sensation and the love.”
    “Sounds a little hippie ish,” Chelsea sat down.
    “Well,” I glanced at her. “Sounds like these hippies had a good thing going on.” I looked up. “Alright, Challenger, Babe! Give me some techno, good beat, a little strobe light, some fog and laser lights,” I paused, “uh, anyone here ever had a seizure?” They shook their heads. “Alright, and some glow sticks, babe!”
    “May I ask why you call me Babe?” the ship responded.
    “Because I like ya, hun,” I said, throwing open my closet. “Now, lets see, brown for the shy, white for the energetic, black for the emo and pink for the prep.”
    “Are you talking to the ship?” Dally asked slowly.
    “Yeah,” I said, pulling out four pairs of Wabbit Ears. “We talk. She’s very strange, this one. Oh, here, if you’re going to a Bunny Bash, ears have to be worn.” I passed them out. “Now, see if you can keep up with the Station S-Trict Bunny Bash Empress.”
    The music was exactly what I imagined it to be. I jumped on the bed. Chelsea didn’t want to move, but I pulled Alex up with me.
    “I don’t know,” she started.
    “Just move with the music,” I swayed from side to side. Alex didn’t move. I smiled, Dilly was by the bathroom, her ears perked and her hips in motion as the strobe light made the movement seem like a movie. Dally was more of a glow stick girl as she tossed them about with little control, but made it look like she was a professional.
    I moved closer to Alex. The girl seemed to be frozen in time. I laughed, but found if I didn’t show her, she was going to be a statue. Chelsea had began to somewhat move. I was amazed to find that Dilly and Dally had never heard of the Wabbits with the kinds of moves they were throwing down.
    I jumped down and Dilly jumped up. She took Alex by the hands, spinning quickly. I grabbed Chelsea. The girl was taken aback. I swayed one way, she went the other. I went her way and she went mine. After a few minutes it was like a battle of who could outlast the other. Our eyes were attached to each others. We moved in the opposite directions, but same movement.
    The music pumped on, the beat flowing through blood and into our souls. We were compelled by each other to keep going, keep riding on until the other had given up. We danced around each other, focusing only on the others movement and ignoring the very limits of the room. Before long, we were on top of each other, moving in sync. It was as if we could read each others body.
    Chelsea suddenly moved in a way that made me suddenly realize where we were. We had left the room, but the door was still open and the music flooded the hall. A crowd formed around us. Me and Chelsea didn’t care, we were no longer in the music; we were the music. I couldn’t exactly tell where she started and I began. Then the music slowed, our music slowed. Before long, the very beat in our souls had come to an end. The one we had become suddenly was two. We breathed heavy gasps. Everything we had done; our movements, our touching, even our eye contact, had been recorded. The crowd around us was in awe.
    “Wow,” Chelsea breathed quickly. “That was-I don’t know-it was like-”
    “Like there was only one of us,” I finished for her.
    “I don’t know what just happened,” Chelsea smiled. “But I wanna do it again.”
    I laughed. “Once you’re a Wabbit, it’s only a habit, Cause this is the only way, we know how to play.” I reached out. Dilly, Dally and Alex had joined us in the center. Chelsea looked at me with confusion, but she reached out her hand. I shook it, moved to the next girl and did the same. After I shook every hand, I turned back to them. “Welcome, to the Wabbit Club.”
    The crowd was electric with confusion. I giggled. My ears were high, so were my expectations for them when they got back to their station. They needed to get their party on before they got married. I knew they would soon because it was a Wabbit curse. Any unmarried personnel who entered the club were married within the first three months, except the curse didn’t apply to the leaders of the club; hence me.
    Narrow erupted from the crowd. His eyes were wide. “I saw the surveillance cameras,” He was breathless, “that was amazing, beyond words, what you two did,” he stopped. “What was that?”
    “Dancin, hun,” Chelsea smirked. “It’s a Wabbit thing.”
    I laughed, putting one finger on my nose. “It’s a Wabbit thang,” I repeated.