"DNA Cocktail," or "How I Married a Pregnant Man."

Title: DNA Cocktail, or How I Married a Pregnant Man
Author: Megan Faye
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: Paramount owns all.


Challenge #354: [from Sammy Lee] Write a story named the "DNA cocktail" It should contain a transport mishap between 3 people.....Seven...Janeway and Paris. And would you got one pregnant starship captain...with one extra mum and a concern Dad to be. It should be a happy story with lots of twists





"I don't even think I wish to know," The doctor said when Seven/Kathryn/Paris mix walked in. The being smiled. "However, I would like to know why you drank 6 pots of coffee, followed by a bottle of Vodka."

"I don't know. I craved it. Must be Tom and Kathryn out to get the Borg part of me."

"You are an accident waiting to happen, Pevryn."

"I'm an accident that already happened, Doc. I'm a 5'2 redhead man with size D boobs and Borg implants and a messed up craving for coffee, and Commander Chakotay."

"I know the coffee addiction is from Kathryn, the sense of humor is definitely Tom and Kathryn. However, lusting after Commander Chakotay could be any one of the three. Pevryn, you merged on the cellular level. Your not a man, or a woman. You've got more woman in you than anything," The doctor joked.

"You know what? I preferred you when I was 3 different people," the softy, husky voice said over its shoulder. "Is everything ready? I'd like to be normal people again. I love these three, but having all of their memories is really starting to scare the hell out of me."

"Memories of the Borg?"

"Memories of Tom's women."

"Ah."

"Well?" The doctor gave Pevryn a hypospray "Thanks Doc. See you on the flip side." The doctor nodded sadly, hating to see his new friend, well, die.

"Good-bye, Ryn," he said, giving the nickname its last use. He tapped the controls and the being disappeared and three separate people appear. Seven immediately clutched her head and fell forward. Tom laughed, and Kathryn belched softly.

"Too much coffee," Kathryn muttered. "Seven? Are you all right?"

"She's hung over!" The doctor said. "All of the alcohol went into her system, and the caffeine into yours. The doctor scanned the three. "Odd," he muttered.

"What?" Kathryn asked.

"Captain, you're pregnant." Her jaw dropped. She recovered quickly and smacked Tom's shoulder, giving him the dirtiest look she could muster. "As are you Seven."

"Hypospray..." she muttered. "Please?" The doctor smiled softly and administered the medication. He scanned Tom and smacked his tricorder.

"Tom," he said. Tom started backing away from the doctor towards the door as Kathryn started laughing; laughing very hard.

"Serves you right!"

"Oh, no. No way! I can't be! I don't have the right plumbing. Its impossible!"

"The chief engineer of the NX Enterprise, Tucker, was the first man ever to be a mother to be. It is very possible." Tom turned to walk out, and fainted.




Kathryn, Tom, and Seven sat towards the head of the table. The rest of the staff looked on as their Captain spoke.

"There will be three babies in about nine months, due to the accident. They were conceived when we were merged. The babies are mine, Seven's and Tom's. It was originally one child, however, when we split, the egg tripled. I'm carrying one, and Seven is carrying one."

"You said three. D'ya mean, that Tom-" B'Elanna asked. Kathryn nodded and started laughing. It was impossible to keep a straight face in this situation. Most of the senior staff was in hysterics; other than Tom, Seven and Tuvok. "Tom's going to be a Mommy! Oh this is one for the books, Tom!"

"Hey, Tom, when are you due?"

"Harry, shove it!" Tom said, stalking out of the conference room, tears in his eyes.

"Tom, wait!" Kathryn called. She stood and followed him.




"What do you need, Captain?" Tom muttered into his pillow. He was laying in his stomach, head rest in his folded arms on his pillow. "Have you come to laugh at the pregnant man?"

"Tom, that's my baby in there, too. Like it or not, we're going to have a set of triplets very soon. Harry and Chakotay are starting the betting pools over which one will go into labor first. I've put a weeks worth on Seven. Half of the winnings go to the babies' needs." Tom sat up and faced her.

"Aren't you the least bit......terrified?"

"Yes, but I've always wanted to be a mother. Its more natural for me. That and you haven't had a hormone suppressor yet," she said, dangling a hypospray in front of him, grinning wickedly. "Oh this'll make ya feel gooood." She injected him. He smiled and settled back onto the bed. "Come on, party in the mess hall. Naomi's idea.




"I can't see my feet!" Seven said, looking down.

"We have feet?" Kathryn asked, sipping her tea and looking down, attempting to see where her feet were hidden behind the 8 and a half month pregnant stomach.

"I can't fit behind my console!" Tom pouted.

"I can't fit into my alcove!" Chakotay rolled his eyes and glanced at Harry as he rubbed Kathryn's feet. Harry shrugged and continued to rub Seven's swollen ankles.

"Ow! B'Elanna, I said I couldn't see my feet! Not feel them!" B'Elanna twisted his toe playfully. "IEEE!" The three non-pregnant officers stood and left. "Kathryn, Hon, we've got a mutiny on our hands."

"On our feet rather," she corrected. "I'll rub Seven's feet, Seven rub Tom's feet, and Tom rub my feet."

"Foot rubbing triangle," Tom muttered as he rubbed Kathryn's feet. "Dinner should be soon. Why don't we waddle down to the mess hall and see what heartburn Neelix cooked up for us?" Kathryn nodded. Tom pushed his way standing and helped the two ladies up.

"Only a few more weeks and I'll be able to have coffee again." Kathryn sighed, resting her hand on her stomach. "I think I'll miss being pregnant. Well, some things, not the swollen feet that I can't see."

"We haven't discussed where the girls will stay," Seven said, leading the motley crew from the captain's ready room. "A Borg alcove is hardly the place for a baby."

"My quarters are way too small."

"I've got rather large quarters. We can put an alcove in the bedroom, and the babies can have the living room. It can become a nursery for a while. Tom, your quarters will be our 'little escape' place, when any of us needs a night off from parenting. What about names? We've been bouncing names back and forth for the last 8 months."

"I think we should each name one. We each have a few names chosen. Why not we name the one we give birth to? I know I've got a name picked out, and you do too, Kathryn."

"Tom, your a genius."

"I want to name this one Jenna Diane."

"I think its a lovely name, Tom. What do you think of Laura Margaret?" Kathryn asked.

"Nice one, Kathryn. Seven, any thoughts?"

"Hannah Grace," she said simply.

"Jenna, Laura, and Hannah Hanson-Janeway-Paris, the triplets of Voyager." Kathryn grimaced. "Kathryn? Are you all right?"

"Yes, but I had hope that we'd be home before these kids join us."

"We are home, Kathryn. This ship has become my home, and its the only home Seven's ever known. Our kids are going to pilot this ship home, and I, for one, can't wait to raise them here. We need to figure one last name though," Tom said, holding his pregnant stomach protectively.

"Well, we could vote."

"We'd end up with three separate last names," Tom said. He stepped ahead of the two women and turned. "If we get married, the three of us, we'd all have one last name."

"Mr. Paris, are you proposing?"

"Are you accepting?" He looked from one to the other. "You would be married to me and to each other. It could work out, our girls can have a real family structure, and I for one, never want to be without the two of you. This last eight months has been the most interest, loving, wonderful times in my life. I don't want to be anywhere without the two of you. I love the both of you and our girls with my entire heart and soul. Will you marry me?" Seven looked at Kathryn. They both had tears in their eyes.

"Yes," Seven said. "If Kathryn will marry me," she added. "Kathryn, marry us. I wouldn't be alive if not for you."

"Of course I'll marry you. Both of you." Kathryn kissed Tom gently, and then Seven. Seven returned the kiss to Tom. The three linked hands, Tom in the middle, and headed into the Mess Hall as a family.