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xp_logsEarly afternoon. A bit before the BBQ, Alison decides to take a break from helping with the Blackbird repairs and goes to visit Moira. Baby ambushes are considered to be cheating, highly so.
Moira was stuck. Well, kind of. Never one to rest on her laurels, even after just having had a baby, she was already back at work. At least in her office. She'd have some more time off from the MedLab but her own experiments had been calling to her for a while.
But currently she was juggling Rachel in one arm, who was giggling hysterically at everything, notes in the other and half a dozen things had decided to go "Ping" at the same time.
Causing Rachel to giggle even more.
Leaning slowly in through the doorway, Alison peeked through. She'd been in under the pretext of seeing if Jean was about for more of the cream she'd had to put on the scars (and to take a break from being a glorified blow torch) to keep them from hampering her movements. They hadn't so far, but then again, Jean had been watching her like a hawk on that…
…and the baby giggles had lured her in. Horrible cute baby giggles that were utterly fascinating and damn it, that was cheating.
Idly, Alison wondered if Rachel remembered the light show from the first time they'd met. As she peeked through the doorway, trying to go unnoticed.
From the telepathic baby, oh yeah.
"...oooh!" was Rachel's sudden, triumphant proclamation. Oh, she knew that one. Pretty and shiny! "Oooh!" She waved her hands at Alison, squealing both aloud and telepathically.
Looking up, she laughed at the expression on Alison's face. "'ello, Alison. Rachel's goin' ta be a killer at 'ide an' seek when she gets older."
Something else went ping and Rachel squealed at it as Moira poked at it with her elbow. "Goin' ta stand in th' doorway all day or are ye goin' ta come in?"
"I can come in." Thankfully, this hadn't come out as a question, Alison doing her best to look casual as she sidled inside and made her way to the chair in front of Moira's desk. The bigger, padded one that looked like you could sink in it and never be able to get out. "Hi! Pretty baby there." Which, of course, lead to another of those long staring contests, Alison forgetting what she'd been about to say next.
And there was admiring going on. Rachel sensed that much. She squealed again, delightedly, and waved her arms at Alison gleefully.
Moira raised an eyebrow slightly at Alison as something ELSE went ping.
"Argh, blood..." She stopped and looked measuringly at Alison and then at Rachel. And then back again as the other woman suddenly squirmed in her seat just a little bit. "Alison, can ye 'old Rachel for jus' a wee second while I tidy up these experiments?"
Without waiting for an answer, smiling cheerfully, Moira gently plopped her daughter into Alison's arms.
…help…
She had to support the head right. Thankfully, at least, Nathan babbling on and on and on about that had produced one instinctive reaction that was correct, or so she hoped. But she had a baby in her arms and the niggling sensation that as much as she wanted to hold Rachel's at arm's length, doing so would result in sure death by angry red-haired Scotswoman and overall, Alison would have looked at the door as the nearest escape route possible quite longingly, were it not for the fact that running off with the baby would have been of no use whatsoever.
She was, well and truly, doomed..
Rachel giggled. "...oooh!" she pronounced, almost mischievously. She liked reactions like that. They were funny, and made minds flicker in the most fascinating ways.
"Aww, I think she likes ye." Moira's voice was, if possible, almost as mischievous sounding as Rachel's giggle had been. Like mother, like daughter it seemed. Moving slowly between experiments, she also decided to try and locate the camera that was floating around here somewhere.
"Yer a natural, Alison."
Throwing a baby back at the mother was wrong, Alison reminded herself, not just a little bit desperately. And thanked every deity she could think of for the fact that Nathan was not in the room overhearing that thought because death by angry father drowning people in the lake was also bad. Though not as scary as what the other woman in the room might do. "...mrpl?" Maybe if she didn't move it would be okay. Not moving was a good thing, right?
Rachel managed a little scowl. "Mneh!" she squealed, not liking that reaction nearly as much. Pictures she didn't like, in her head.
Peering over for a second, Moira blinked. She hadn't really taken in Alison since she had handed over Rachel. "...ye look like a basilisk jus' sat on yer 'ead," she informed her, finding her camera and taking a quick picture for future reference.
"Not funny!" There was a hint of desperation at that, and Rachel's displeasure at Alison's reaction was starting to show and then some. And a crying baby would likely very much lead to a flight from the office, one way or another and that meant Alison would be in such trouble. Closing her eyes in anticipation of baby wailing doom, Alison did the only thing she could think of.
The sparkle of light was a bit lower than it had been the last time, but it was still close enough, the patterns dancing about the both of them in what she hoped would be enticing enough a pattern to distract Rachel entirely.
Rachel's brief fit of pique was gone as quickly as it had come. "....OOOOOO!" Lights! The lights again! Her eyes came open, fixed raptly on the shifting patterns.
Moira paused and then stared for a second...before quickly taking another picture. "Do ye want me ta take 'er back by any chance?" she asked cheerfully, obviously sensing the urge to flee the room. Out of all the people with a baby phobia...
Eyes still tightly screwed shut, the only sound of saving grace the baby's continual gurgles of delight at the light show, Alison nodded. A lot. "Yespleasethankyou!"
Trying very, very hard not to laugh, Moira finally put down the camera and went to scoop Rachel back into her arms. "I'll make sure, then, nay ta put ye on th' babysittin' list til she's older?" she teased.
Free! The sudden lack of risk involved in holding a baby which might suddenly do terrifying baby things was such a relief that Alison remembered breathing was a rather useful thing to do. "Older!" She managed to scramble up, nodding. "Yeah, older is good!" A pause. "Gotta run now.GO! I mean go! Yeah!"
As Alison scrambled to get away, Moira held up Rachel and waved her hand at her. "Say bye ta Aunt Alison!" she chortled, slightly evilly.
"Ooo!" Rachel chirped happily, very cooperatively allowing her mother to further traumatize her Aunt Alison. "Ooo!"
The scramble for the hallway nearly ended into a face plant in the far wall at that particular title. "Buynowtalktoyoulater!" Alison turned around at the last minute to offer them both a grin, as hunted as it might be, before heading down the hallway.
Taking the lightshow with her, in the process.
Rachel stopped chirping abruptly. "Mneeh," she wailed softly. "Waaaaah!" #WAAAAAH!#
"ALISON!" Moira bellowed, which, of course, Rachel took as a sign to cry even louder. "Ohhh nay, 'tis okay sweetie. Mummy's jus' goin' ta do somethin' drastic ta yer Aunt Alison. Dealin' wit' th' lake." Rocking the baby in her arms, she cheerfully thought of all the fun ways of pitching Alison into the lake.
Moira was stuck. Well, kind of. Never one to rest on her laurels, even after just having had a baby, she was already back at work. At least in her office. She'd have some more time off from the MedLab but her own experiments had been calling to her for a while.
But currently she was juggling Rachel in one arm, who was giggling hysterically at everything, notes in the other and half a dozen things had decided to go "Ping" at the same time.
Causing Rachel to giggle even more.
Leaning slowly in through the doorway, Alison peeked through. She'd been in under the pretext of seeing if Jean was about for more of the cream she'd had to put on the scars (and to take a break from being a glorified blow torch) to keep them from hampering her movements. They hadn't so far, but then again, Jean had been watching her like a hawk on that…
…and the baby giggles had lured her in. Horrible cute baby giggles that were utterly fascinating and damn it, that was cheating.
Idly, Alison wondered if Rachel remembered the light show from the first time they'd met. As she peeked through the doorway, trying to go unnoticed.
From the telepathic baby, oh yeah.
"...oooh!" was Rachel's sudden, triumphant proclamation. Oh, she knew that one. Pretty and shiny! "Oooh!" She waved her hands at Alison, squealing both aloud and telepathically.
Looking up, she laughed at the expression on Alison's face. "'ello, Alison. Rachel's goin' ta be a killer at 'ide an' seek when she gets older."
Something else went ping and Rachel squealed at it as Moira poked at it with her elbow. "Goin' ta stand in th' doorway all day or are ye goin' ta come in?"
"I can come in." Thankfully, this hadn't come out as a question, Alison doing her best to look casual as she sidled inside and made her way to the chair in front of Moira's desk. The bigger, padded one that looked like you could sink in it and never be able to get out. "Hi! Pretty baby there." Which, of course, lead to another of those long staring contests, Alison forgetting what she'd been about to say next.
And there was admiring going on. Rachel sensed that much. She squealed again, delightedly, and waved her arms at Alison gleefully.
Moira raised an eyebrow slightly at Alison as something ELSE went ping.
"Argh, blood..." She stopped and looked measuringly at Alison and then at Rachel. And then back again as the other woman suddenly squirmed in her seat just a little bit. "Alison, can ye 'old Rachel for jus' a wee second while I tidy up these experiments?"
Without waiting for an answer, smiling cheerfully, Moira gently plopped her daughter into Alison's arms.
…help…
She had to support the head right. Thankfully, at least, Nathan babbling on and on and on about that had produced one instinctive reaction that was correct, or so she hoped. But she had a baby in her arms and the niggling sensation that as much as she wanted to hold Rachel's at arm's length, doing so would result in sure death by angry red-haired Scotswoman and overall, Alison would have looked at the door as the nearest escape route possible quite longingly, were it not for the fact that running off with the baby would have been of no use whatsoever.
She was, well and truly, doomed..
Rachel giggled. "...oooh!" she pronounced, almost mischievously. She liked reactions like that. They were funny, and made minds flicker in the most fascinating ways.
"Aww, I think she likes ye." Moira's voice was, if possible, almost as mischievous sounding as Rachel's giggle had been. Like mother, like daughter it seemed. Moving slowly between experiments, she also decided to try and locate the camera that was floating around here somewhere.
"Yer a natural, Alison."
Throwing a baby back at the mother was wrong, Alison reminded herself, not just a little bit desperately. And thanked every deity she could think of for the fact that Nathan was not in the room overhearing that thought because death by angry father drowning people in the lake was also bad. Though not as scary as what the other woman in the room might do. "...mrpl?" Maybe if she didn't move it would be okay. Not moving was a good thing, right?
Rachel managed a little scowl. "Mneh!" she squealed, not liking that reaction nearly as much. Pictures she didn't like, in her head.
Peering over for a second, Moira blinked. She hadn't really taken in Alison since she had handed over Rachel. "...ye look like a basilisk jus' sat on yer 'ead," she informed her, finding her camera and taking a quick picture for future reference.
"Not funny!" There was a hint of desperation at that, and Rachel's displeasure at Alison's reaction was starting to show and then some. And a crying baby would likely very much lead to a flight from the office, one way or another and that meant Alison would be in such trouble. Closing her eyes in anticipation of baby wailing doom, Alison did the only thing she could think of.
The sparkle of light was a bit lower than it had been the last time, but it was still close enough, the patterns dancing about the both of them in what she hoped would be enticing enough a pattern to distract Rachel entirely.
Rachel's brief fit of pique was gone as quickly as it had come. "....OOOOOO!" Lights! The lights again! Her eyes came open, fixed raptly on the shifting patterns.
Moira paused and then stared for a second...before quickly taking another picture. "Do ye want me ta take 'er back by any chance?" she asked cheerfully, obviously sensing the urge to flee the room. Out of all the people with a baby phobia...
Eyes still tightly screwed shut, the only sound of saving grace the baby's continual gurgles of delight at the light show, Alison nodded. A lot. "Yespleasethankyou!"
Trying very, very hard not to laugh, Moira finally put down the camera and went to scoop Rachel back into her arms. "I'll make sure, then, nay ta put ye on th' babysittin' list til she's older?" she teased.
Free! The sudden lack of risk involved in holding a baby which might suddenly do terrifying baby things was such a relief that Alison remembered breathing was a rather useful thing to do. "Older!" She managed to scramble up, nodding. "Yeah, older is good!" A pause. "Gotta run now.GO! I mean go! Yeah!"
As Alison scrambled to get away, Moira held up Rachel and waved her hand at her. "Say bye ta Aunt Alison!" she chortled, slightly evilly.
"Ooo!" Rachel chirped happily, very cooperatively allowing her mother to further traumatize her Aunt Alison. "Ooo!"
The scramble for the hallway nearly ended into a face plant in the far wall at that particular title. "Buynowtalktoyoulater!" Alison turned around at the last minute to offer them both a grin, as hunted as it might be, before heading down the hallway.
Taking the lightshow with her, in the process.
Rachel stopped chirping abruptly. "Mneeh," she wailed softly. "Waaaaah!" #WAAAAAH!#
"ALISON!" Moira bellowed, which, of course, Rachel took as a sign to cry even louder. "Ohhh nay, 'tis okay sweetie. Mummy's jus' goin' ta do somethin' drastic ta yer Aunt Alison. Dealin' wit' th' lake." Rocking the baby in her arms, she cheerfully thought of all the fun ways of pitching Alison into the lake.
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