The Unexpected... Expect It
By: M. J. Cogburn and C. E. Krawiec
months of utter humiliation and the most grueling drill sergeant ever to
step foot in front of him, namely Alesandro Donaldson, Trevor Conroy was
more than fit. He was the
epitome of muscles and fitness. Even
as he was down on the ground again for a pity retort back to Donaldson,
counting his repetitions, he wished he had ten cents for every pushup he’d
done since he arrived at
any more comments, Conroy!”
he knew that it would cost him more pain and agony, Trevor Conroy slightly
sneered at Alesandro Donaldson. “Only
one, Sergeant Donaldson.”
that, recruit?” Donaldson
asked as he stepped into Trevor’s personal space.
one of the lousiest sons of a bitch that I’ve ever met in my entire life,
you just bought yourself a ticket to hell.”
smirked slightly at the man before him, his lip curling up slightly as
Alesandro Donaldson inched closer to him.
“I’ve already seen hell, Sergeant.
Just take me again.” Trevor
shook his head slightly as he stared back into his sergeant’s steaming
and give me a hundred more, recruit. You
will not talk back to your superior.”
met the man’s gaze with a slightly cocky attitude, but responded, “Yes,
sergeant,” then proceeded down to the ground again to continue his
counted the pushups and watched out of the corner of his eyes as Donaldson
walked around him. It was only
when Donaldson stopped and bent down to talk to him that Trevor paused in
up, Conroy. I may put you
through one kind of hell, but when it comes to pure hell -- that’s when
you get to go back to the island to face your sweetheart.
You know, the one you forgot about when you were screwing Recruit
Denney. I hope she tosses your
ass to the side for some hot playboy who’ll treat her the way that she
should be treated. Why’d you
stop, Conroy? Get your ass
snarled but began his set again. He
continued to count as the sergeant continued to circle him.
watched the recruit before him for several minutes before he knelt down once
more as Trevor was finishing his set. “You
know what, Conroy? I know what
you’re thinking. You’re
thinking or at least you thought about just letting this be kept a secret
– this whole thing with Recruit Denney.”
He paused before he dropped the ball on the recruit.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Conroy, Siren will know all.”
as Trevor scrambled up to his feet after completing the fifty pushups, his
countenance flushed. He knew not
how Sergeant Donaldson knew Siren’s name, nor did he care.
All he cared about at this point was nixing anything the sergeant had
to say. Even though he knew not
to move from his position, Trevor stepped forward into Alesandro’s
personal space. “Is that a
threat, Sergeant?” he asked his eyes burning now with the heat that was
coming from within.
Donaldson carefully looked into the recruit’s eyes and smiled.
“It wasn’t my threat to make, Mr. Conroy.
That was Lothos’ idea. However,
since you think that you of all people get to step up into the military’s
face, you get another set, Mr. Conroy. I
suggest you shut up and remain so once you’ve finished this set.”
two men remained staring at each other for a moment before Trevor Conroy’s
common sense kicked in and he lowered himself to the ground.
It mattered not to him that he had another set of fifty pushups from
the arrogant ass before him. The
only thing that motivated Trevor Conroy now was the one thing that had kept
him going for the last three months – Siren.
- literally waddling down the hallway, Siren Lothoman grimaced as she
stopped to place her hand on the wall. Just
walking down the hallway was getting to be a problem.
She paused slightly then taking a deep breath, blew it slow.
She wiped at her brow, a bit puzzled why she was sweating so badly.
She shivered slightly, put her hand around her bulging abdomen as
best as she could and continued her walk to the Logistics Sector.
minutes later, Siren opened the door and slightly smiled.
There was Allen McAllister already busily scribbling away on his
work. Not too far from him at
Trevor’s desk was Madeline Tenney, a young woman Lothos had brought in to
help with the increasing workload. Toward
the back of the office was yet another smaller desk where Stanley Evans sat
doing his work. As she closed
the door behind her, she turned to see Allen already out of his chair and
coming toward her.
Allen?” she asked him carefully.
you feeling okay, Siren? You
look… white as a ghost.”
fine. Walking down here these
last couple of weeks is getting to me, but I can handle it.
Go back to work, Allen. I’m
me help you to your desk,” he offered softly.
Siren lowered her voice a bit warningly.
“Go back to your desk. I’m
fine.” She watched as Allen
began to raise his hand toward her forehead and she frowned and dodged his
hand from making contact. “Allen,
if I needed a mother hen, I’d go home.
Between both Xavier and Marion babying me, making sure that I’m
well fed and keeping my feet up to control edema, this is my only sanity.
This place is my solitude. Here,
I can work. Please, Allen, wipe
that silly grin off your face, sit down, and get to work.
I’m quite capable of walking to my office… alone.”
her diatribe, Allen stood there with a grin on his face knowing just from
her words alone that she was probably okay.
He had been spending enough time with Siren in and out of work –
especially being her Lamaze coach - he was beginning to finally understand
how and why Trevor Conroy had fallen head over heels in love with her.
He was already in that same stage.
“Yes ma’am,” he responded promptly and went back to his desk
with a shake of his head.
a few steps into the office, a small pain shot through her abdomen and she
stopped in mid stride, took a slow deep breath, and let it out just as
slowly. Wincing slightly, she
started toward her desk once more. As
she settled into her chair, she put the thought of pain behind her, picked
up her pen, opened the manila folder that she had stopped on last night and
began to review it. Another pain washed over her back and midsection and she
stopped reading to close her eyes and sit back in her chair.
brought her hand up to her forehead and wiped at the sweat that was on her
brow. She knew that she'd been
having a fever - be it a low grade one - for the last two days and she
couldn't understand why she couldn't beat it.
She stood up and started toward the door and not only felt it, but
could see the beginnings of the seizure by the trembling of her hand.
"Allen?" she called out.
he called back.
took a few steps toward the door before everything went black and she
twisted slightly not wanting to land on her abdomen and fell to the floor
with a thud. Even as she felt
Allen's hands on her shoulders, she felt herself begin to thrash.
Although she knew that she was in the midst of her seizure, she knew
from the wet feeling around her thighs that something was most definitely
In the end, after that third set of pushups for insubordination
toward Sergeant Donaldson, Trevor had set his mind to not letting the DI get
his goat again. A few pushups
were one thing; he could deal with that discipline.
Now, after months of training, he was so ready to leave the fort and
never set foot in it again. It was the goal of the end of training, only
five days away, that had hardened Trevor’s resolve to not give Sergeant
Donaldson even the smallest chance to order him back to repeat basic
training, a fate entailed upon two members of his squad several weeks
rest of the day’s hard physical training and the first session of final
tests had been completed without any further incident between Recruit Conroy
and his DI. By the time the
signal for “lights out” sounded, Trevor was just crawling into bed.
the covers up under his chin, Trevor shifted onto his side and wriggled into
a comfortable position. As his
head hit his pillow, he closed his eyes and sighed deeply.
his breath he murmured, “Just five more days until we’re together again,
Siren. God, how I’ve missed you.” He
sighed and nestled his cheek against his pillow.
“Five days until I put days like today behind me.” Just as he
surrendered to sleep, he whispered, “Sweet dreams, my own.
I hope your day was more relaxed than mine.”
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