THE STAR CHILD'S HEIR

The Star Child's Heir

(being a Galactica 1980/Max Headroom link fic)

(Disclaimer: Neither Galactica 1980 nor Max Headroom belong to me.)

"Lords of Kobol," Adama breathed. "Are you certain?"

"We double-checked to make sure," the nurse replied. "We've estimated that his due date will be sometime this October, though we cannot be precise given the unique nature of this pregnancy. Even Dr. Zee himself is not sure how things will progress."

"He knows, then," Adama said, sounding both relieved and annoyed that his friend had known his condition when he had left for England on the planet Earth.

"He does, indeed," the nurse assured him. "And he has agreed to have a Galactican doctor accompany him during his stay on Earth."

"But how does he expect to explain his condition?" Adama wanted to know. "Surely people will notice!"

"He says he'll return to the Galactica during the last trimester when his pregnancy becomes obvious."

Adama's nod was barely noticeable, but the nurse acknowledge it.

"Keep me informed," he ordered as he returned his attention to his duties.

"Troy," Dillon said about ten minutes later, "I just got the weirdest call from the Commander."

"How weird?" Troy asked.

"He says Dr. Zee has moved to Earth."

"What's so weird about that? It was bound to happen sooner or later."

"And he's pregnant."

"Pregnant? Are you sure?" Troy inquired in surprise.

"That's what the doctors are saying,"

"Shall we stop by and offer our congratulations?"

"The Commander wants this kept hush-hush as long as possible. Just in case Xaviar learns of it and tries to take the child as a hostage." Dillon explained. "He says there's a doctor from the Galactica keeping an eye on him, but he wants us to drop by from time to time just to make sure things are okay."

"That's fine with me," Troy smiled. "I like Dr. Zee. I wonder if it'll be a boy or a girl."

"I'm sure we'll know soon enough," Dillon replied. "The Commander wants us to report to the Galactica for reassignment."

"Reassignment?"

"Dr. Zee is in London, England." Dillon explained. "I hear that's a very nice place."

Troy smiled ruefully.

"Thinking we ought to invite Jaimie?" Dillon asked, seeing the look on Troy's face.

"She has been very helpful to us," Troy agreed. "But I don't know if she'd want to leave the United States for an extended period of time."

"Why don't we ask her?" Dillon suggested.

"England?" Jaimie Hamilton asked an hour later, after she had gotten off work for the evening. "Why are you going there?"

"Dr. Zee is being relocated to London," Troy explained. "We've been assigned to keep an eye on him. Commander Adama feels he'll be safer down here."

"Why do I get the feeling there's something you're not telling me?" Jaimie asked, shrewdly.

"Will you come?" Dillon asked.

"I can't right away. I need to get a passport, and that'll only allow me to stay in the country for a limited period of time. How long do you need me there?"

"Until some time in October," Troy told her.

"October? That's over half a year away! I'll see what I can do. Why so long? Does this have something to do with that thing you're not telling me about Dr. Zee?"

"Yes," Troy said, knowing it would be pointless to lie to her. It might also cost him their friendship.

"Well, okay. Oh, how are you going to fit in? Once they hear you don't have a British accent they'll be demanding your passports, too."

"Oh, we'll think of something," Dillon assured her.

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