A Heritage of Power 4: Jerik's Story 9.99:
Unexpected Consequences

by Fur and Fantasy
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Quasma groaned as she returned to her quarters from the washroom early one morning, a few weeks later. She poured a glass of drinking wine into the glass, rinsing her mouth out and spitting it into the basin. Three mornings in a row now. Deep down, she knew she should go to the healers, have them see if she was sick.

After all, you could only blame it on bad fish the first morning after you ate it, not the next two.

Still ... she didn't feel sick. Not except for a few minutes in the morning, then she felt fine again. Of course, that left only a few other options, one of which was that somebody had gotten pissed off at her and thrown a curse her way. Wouldn't be the first time it had happened at the Academy, though she couldn't imagine why.

"Quasma?" Tim's voice from the shadows nearly made her jump out of her skin. "Will you tell me what is going on?" The concern in his voice was unshakable.

"Probably nothing," she said, shaking her head and standing up, smiling a bit, ignoring the mild nausea she could still feel. "Just haven't been feeling well the past few mornings. Think they need to talk to the people down in procurement about getting the fish while it's fresher."

"That was days ago." He countered quietly. "Food sickness doesn't last that long, or work like this. You're only sick in the morning."

"Which means it's not anything serious," she pointed out. "If I was sick, I'd stay that way. Why aren't you on the field?" she asked him, hoping to change the subject.

"My first duty is to take care of my Mage." He recounted to her. "You aren't going to the healer yourself."

"And you're not going to go until I do, are you?" She sighed, resigning herself to the trip. "All right, let's go see if Healer Donnelly or one of the others is handy. But if they say it's nothing important, I owe you a hefty 'told you so.'"

"And if it is, and I didn't, I wouldn't be worth my title." He reminded her, a hint of the embarrassment at running from the Blight Mage so many months ago still evident.

"All right," she conceded with a sigh, rolling her stiff neck to stretch it out as they started out. "You're going to come with me and make sure I get there, aren't you?" She chuckled as she realized that he probably would be doing just that.

"And to get any instructions there may be." He nodded and followed her out of their quarters.

"Whatever it is, I just hope it's minor," Quasma muttered as they made their way down to the ground floor of the tower. "Can you think of anybody I've pissed off enough they'd do something?"

"I can't say I do." He admitted.

"Same here," she admitted, the two of them heading into the central building to go see the healers, others walking by them and chatting on their own. "Oh well. Maybe it's some idiot's idea of a prank."

"Or someone mis-cast it." He offered helpfully. "For the spell or target. Enough of that does happen around here."

"Oh yeah," she nodded. "Not usually with curses, but there are definitely mishaps around here. You haven't been feeling sick, right?" She asked him.

"No," Tim shook his head as they entered the healer's domain.

"That's something," she mused.

"Is there something wrong?" Healer Donnelly asked them, the Saint Bernard glancing between them, glad to see they didn't have any particularly obvious injuries to be dealt with. It was nice to see somebody coming in who wasn't bleeding.

"My Mage has been feeling sick every morning for several days." Tim answered before Quasma could.

"Just in the morning?" She asked, looking over at Quasma and taking a deep breath through her nose, trying to remember the last time the Lynx had been in her office. It had been along with all Jerik's friends, of course, so it wasn't easy to pick out her scent from memory, but the Healer still tried, putting together what she was smelling now with what they were telling her. "And how many days, exactly?"

"Yes, ma'am. The last three days." She answered quietly.

"Have there been any magical influences you can think of that could cause it?" She asked, quietly casting a spell to confirm what Quasma told her. She didn't think there was, but sometimes it could be hard to detect, especially if it was somebody's early-morning experiment gone awry for the past three days in a row.

"No ma'am," she shook her head. "Nothing either of us could think of."

"I'm inclined to agree with you," the canine nodded, shifting her bulky frame to let Quasma through to a seat. "Particularly since the Divination ward doesn't tend towards people who experiment with such things. So we'll take a look at medical reasons instead."

She already had a good idea of what the problem might be; she was sure her nose was giving her all the information she really needed.

"Do you want your Defender to stay here while I ask you a few private questions?" She asked.

Quasma blinked a couple times, then glanced at Tim. "Yeah. Whatever it is, he probably already knows, or will have to deal with it."

"All right," she nodded. "How long has it been since your last cycle?"

"Umm ...."

"Six weeks ago." Tim supplied easily.

"Is that fairly standard for you?" Donnelly asked, turning around and fetching a few powders from a shelf, starting to mix them together. No need to waste a spell if she was right about this.

"It's a bit long," she admitted. "Not the longest, but that was when I had a broken leg."

"Shortly before Apprentice Jerik started taking up my time instead of you and your other friends," Donnelly nodded with a chuckle. She poured the powders into a glass and added some water, the mixture turning a brilliant emerald color as she stirred it.

"I have my suspicions, but I want you to gargle with this briefly, and spit it back into the glass. It's not harmful if you swallow it, but I'd have to mix up another batch. It will be bitter," she warned her, handing the glass to the young Lynx.

"All right," Quasma nodded and tilted her head back to gargle it for a long moment before spitting it back into the glass with a face for the taste. Spitting it out wasn't a problem; the Saint Bernard hadn't been kidding when she'd said it would be bitter.

When she got past the taste of it, Quasma looked at the glass, startled to see the liquid was a bright crimson now. Donnelly took the glass with a nod, giving her another of water.

"Go ahead and drink that," she said easily. "Then we have to talk."

Quasma could only nod and drank the water obediently, Tim's worried expression alternating between her and the healer.

"That was a testing tincture," Donnelly explained, sitting down opposite them and taking the glass from Quasma. "I can double-check with magic, if you'd like, but I'm almost certain that it won't change my findings. I believe that you're pregnant, probably about a month and a half into it. Your morning sickness and scent suggested it, and the tincture is right nine times out of ten."

"Pregnant?" She stammered. "But I haven't ... how could I catch ..." she swallowed and forced her thoughts into order. "I haven't been with a tom since right after my last cycle."

"It is possible right after it, though not common," Donnelly explained. "More often just before, but just after happens. You know who the father probably is?" She asked gently, knowing that more than one student couldn't be sure.

Quasma nodded slowly as Tim came up to hold her supportively. "Only one it could be."

"I'll leave it to you to decide if you tell me who it is, and if you tell him about this, but I would suggest both," Healer Donnelly said, though she was fairly sure it was Jerik. "We do, however, have to discuss some of the issues you're going to have to deal with, and your options regarding this."

"It's Jerik." She murmured and accepted the squeeze on her hand that Tim gave her. "He'd probably kill me if I didn't tell him." She tried to chuckle. "Shouldn't he be here for that stuff?"

"If you want him to be," Donnelly nodded. "I can also give you the run-down, and let you tell him later, then answer any questions both of you might have. I'm not going to let you make any lasting decisions for at least a day at any rate; I want you to have time to think about it."

"He should be here," Quasma finally nodded. "I'd be willing to bet he'll want to help raise it."

"I'll fetch him and Tomar." Tim looked at Donnelly for final permission.

"Go ahead; we can wait that long. If Tomar is already on the field, Jerik has my permission to call him off if he wants."

"Yes, Healer." Tim nodded and hurried off, leaving his Mage in the care of the healer as he tried not to think about what this development was going to turn into.

At least he was sure that Jerik really did cared for her, and wanted kittens of his own, even if not this soon. From all accounts, it was a deciding factor in his choosing Tomar. At least Quasma would probably have his support.

He took a deep breath as he reached Jerik's shapeshifting class.

"Please, please let him be in a body, I recognize," he whispered quietly to himself before stepping inside.

He wasn't really surprised when he found that they weren't; everybody except the teacher was wearing the body of some sort of bird that wasn't theirs. He walked up to Mage Malen, himself a crow, and bowed apologetically.

"I'm sorry, Mage," he said softly, quietly enough the rest of the class couldn't hear, particularly not with their current bodies. "But Healer Donnelly has requested Jerik's presence."

The avian raised an eyebrow and nodded, tapping his staff to get everyone's attention. "Apprentice Jerik, Healer Donnelly wishes to speak with you."

Without hesitation a sleek blue-feathered hawk flowed into Jerik's natural body and he picked up Kaul to go with Tim. "Yes, Mage Malen."

Tim waited until the class door was closed behind them, sorry to hear slight whispers behind them already by the time they were out.

"Sorry about that," he said apologetically. "She also said that if you want Tomar with you, you can call him," the Rottweiler said, not sure how much he should say, and deciding to go ahead and tell him just what was up once they were alone in the hallway. "According to the tests, Quasma's pregnant," he said, his step catching as he realized Jerik had stopped dead in his tracks.

"Pre ... oh, boy." He swallowed, then nodded. "Yeah, I think Tomar gets to be in on this."

"Probably be faster to send him a whisper to meet us," Tim offered. "She's about as surprised about it as you are."

He nodded at the suggestion and quickly cast the simple spell, then began to follow Tim to the healers. In the back of his mind, he was half-amused that Kaul didn't have anything to say about this. Back home he'd be skinned alive for being so careless ... but he hadn't been. There was no way she had been in heat. He was sure of it. He'd been around his mother and sisters, even a few cousins, enough times to be familiar with the scent and feel of it.

"*In case you haven't heard, it's not that young here,*" Kaul pointed out as they walked along. "*Besides, you need to think about other things right now.*"

"*Kittens come first,*" he nodded to himself.

"*And their mother,*" Kaul agreed.

"What's wrong?" Tomar asked as he met them in front of Donnelly's office from the other direction a few moments later.

"I have kittens coming," Jerik said much more calmly than he really felt.

"Quasma?" Tomar said, not really guessing. "It's not your fault Jerik ... well, not entirely."

"Yeah," he nodded and followed Tim into the office where she was sitting in a chair with her knees to her chest.

Tim sat down next to her, leaving space on the other side for Jerik to be near her. Tomar stayed near the door, realizing that he was furthest from the situation of the four of them.

"Did Tim tell you what's going on?" Quasma asked Jerik softly as he sat down and gently drew her into his arms.

"The minimum," he nodded. "Do you know how many there are yet?"

"No," she said, shaking her head. "Probably just one, that's ... that's not normal for you, is it?" She asked him, realizing that litters were probably more common for him as she recalled times he had talked of his siblings, and groups of siblings, like it was all he ever heard about.

"Not really," he confirmed and gently extended a tendril of Force towards her womb to see what he could find out. "Two or three are the norm, up to five is fairly common. She'll be a strong mage, I expect, given who her parents are."

"Gods I hope it's not that many," Quasma shuddered. "I'm not ready for that. I'm not sure I'm ready for one even," she admitted.

"Neither am I, but we'll make this work." He said firmly. "I do want to be a father, even if this is a decade or two earlier than I had in mind."

"Do you have an idea how many it will be?" Healer Donnelly asked Jerik, knowing that he was doing something she didn't usually see.

"One, a female." He looked up at the Saint Bernard. "Fairly strong magical talent too."

"I'd prefer to wait to make that assessment until the kit's at least six months along," Donnelly warned them both gently. "I take it, then, that you're both likely to want to see this through?"

"I do," Jerik nodded seriously, then looked at Quasma for her answer, fully expecting a 'yes' since he'd even been told about the kit.

"I'm ... yes," Quasma nodded slightly, not nearly as certain as Jerik would have liked, but still agreeing.

"We should go over some of the problems you're likely to face," Donnelly nodded. "I wouldn't normally have suggested starting a family for some years yet, but I've seen younger mothers already. That, and where you are now, is the good news."

"Healers here can help with most of the issues," Jerik nodded after a moment's thought, then hugged Quasma. "You aren't going to face this alone."

"Thank you," Quasma murmured, pressing against Jerik lightly. "What is it that we'll have to deal with?"

"The biggest issue is that you're going to have to change your diet, and watch it carefully," the Saint Bernard explained. "Tim, I'm going to have you help with this."

"Yes, Healer," the Rottweiler nodded.

"Good," she nodded. "How much magic are you willing to have involved with this? I don't know if either of you have rules against it."

"I don't," Jerik answered quickly. "Anything that will help, I'll accept."

"Same here," Quasma said seriously. "I am not looking forward to labor without help of some sort."

"I'll brush up on my midwife's magic," Donnelly nodded. "I don't have much cause to use it here; most mages who start families are elsewhere when they do." She picked up a pad, starting to scribble notes down on it. "I'm going to need you to come in weekly for checkups, more often if you're feeling ill. I would also suggest that both of you take up contraceptive spells, for future use."

Jerik blinked. "Wish I'd know about them before." He shook his head. "I will as soon as I can."

"I never really bothered to learn one; I don't usually sleep with guys," Quasma admitted.

"And they're not usually recommended learning until you'd both be a few years older," Donnelly nodded. "Not a policy I'm fond of, but they believe it's more likely that older students will remember to use it, instead of just thinking they're safe and not bothering before they start playing around. You'll also both need to think about the impact this may have on your careers and studies; we don't normally offer nurses here."

"We'll make it work." Jerik nodded. "Between the four of us, we should be able to schedule classes and chores so someone can watch the kit with minimal disruptions to our studies. If it means it takes longer to make Mage, it'll be worth it."

"Speaking of the four of you, you should go talk about what you plan to do, as far as raising the kit," Donnelly told them. "And Quasma, it goes without saying, but you're off combat training of any sort until after you've had your child. I want you on light duty as of today."

"Yes, Healer," she nodded, taking a deep breath and letting it out. "Is there anything else?"

"Not just now," Donnelly said, pulling off her notes and handing it to Tim. "Her dietary notes and some other advice."

"May I have a copy as well, Healer?" Tomar asked respectfully. "I could help keep an eye on things as well."

"Certainly," she nodded, quickly writing it out and handing it to the Rohr.

"Thank you, Healer." He accepted it as the felines stood and the group moved to make their way to Jerik's quarters and try to sort this out in a way that wouldn't destroy their dreams.

Jerik relaxed between Tomar's forelegs, the Rohr's arms around him as he held Quasma. Tim sat close to her on the other side and was the first to reach for the teapot and a mug to pour her a drink after their tray of snacks and drinks was set down on the low table by a Servant.

"Thanks," the Lynx said gratefully, taking the drink and sipping the tea. "I'm sorry about this, Jerik," she added, leaning to look back at him. "I really ... I didn't think it was going to happen, honest."

"I know," he nuzzled her. "I wouldn't have ... if I'd been able to tell. Your heat must be very subtle."

"We don't really do full-fledged heat cycles," she explained. "Thought you knew ... it varies from one family or species to the next, but it's not that common amongst a lot of felines I know of. My cycle had ended just before, so I figured it'd be safe if anything happened. Should've had you bring the idol," she chuckled slightly, pressing back against him with a sigh.

"It should have been safe," he nodded a bit and slid his hands down to cup her still-flat belly. "Any way, at least my plans are changing. I'm not going to leave you alone to raise her." He hesitated a bit. "Do you want some kind of official mate status or something?"

"Uhm ... I'm sorry, but no," Quasma said, shaking her head. "No offense, Jerik, but ... I still think we're friend's first," she said apologetically. "I don't want to do mates just because of this, and then have us both regret it later, along with our kit."

"None taken," he nuzzled her with a breath of relief. "I'm not so sure I'd regret it, but it's not something I really want either." He lightly rubbed her belly. "I know some folks think it's really important."

"Not me," Quasma said, shaking her head. "Besides, you've already got somebody you're closer to," she smiled, looking back at Tomar as he blushed. "I'm hardly one to talk about that sort of thing. Any idea how Tessi and Remys are going to react?"

"Tessi will probably try to figure out how we could be this stupid, Remys will actually lecture us on it." He sort of chuckled.

"If he does, I will knock him into tomorrow." Tomar growled and squeezed Jerik a bit.

"Such a good Defender." Jerik smiled indulgently and reached up with one hand to scritch his chest. "But back to the kit ... are we going to move in together?" He looked down at the Lynx in his lap. "Not as mates, but it would be easier to care for her. We can still have our own rooms, but a shared main room and nursery. At least until we graduate and can make other choices that are better suited. I want to be part of her life, be a father to her."

"And I don't want to keep you from having that chance," Quasma reassured him, rubbing his leg lightly and felt him relax a bit. "And we've got a few months to set those sort of things up ... maybe we can talk them into putting in another portal link between our rooms directly, or something. Not have to move, just build a main room that connects them."

"That sounds really good," he nodded with a smile. "Just how long until she's born?"

"Better part of a year; seven, eight months," Quasma said easily. "About five or six before I start getting really miserable about it, probably."

"Wow, that's a long time." He blinked a bit.

"Pregnancy lasts eight months for male Rohr, an extra month for females." Tomar added with a nuzzle. "But we're rarely as miserable or off balance as badly as two-leggers."

"Lucky you," Quasma chuckled lightly. "Nine months is pretty regular. Means we actually had pretty good timing for an accident like this; going to be in the middle of summer and fall during the roughest parts of it, plenty of food and things available."

"And the weather will be fairly nice when she's most vulnerable." He added thoughtfully. "And the Academy might not provide a nurse for us, but they do provide most everything else that can be rough on young parents most places."

"And I don't really have much of a field career stretching out ahead of me that could be a problem," Quasma nodded. "You're taking this real well, Jerik; thank you."

"She needs me to," he murmured with a nuzzle. "I'll have my moments where I can completely freak out, they just won't be when there are more important things to do."

"I understand," Quasma nodded. "By the way, I don't want you guys letting this keep you from going on your trip," she said seriously.

"I wasn't planning to," Jerik nodded and reached up to scritch Tomar's cheek. "We should be back well before she's born."

"Good," Quasma smiled, looking back at Tomar. "I don't want to come between you two in any way I can help it."

"I know," Tomar smiled, hugging the both of them lightly.

"We should probably get going," Quasma said after a few moments. "Explain to teachers, that sort of thing ... write a letter back home. Now there's something I'm not looking forward to," she shuddered.

"She's not going to be happy about it, is she?" Jerik murmured and let her go.

"Not thrilled ... she was two years older her first time, and kinda wanted me to be about a decade older than that before I had kits, I think." She stood up and sighed a bit. "Probably going to be less thrilled by the idea that I'm going through with it, at least on the face of things. But it's not her choice."

"You're not going to have the father walk out on you either." Jerik stood and drew her close, kissing her forehead. "I wouldn't do that to either of you."

"Always a plus," Quasma murmured, hugging him and kissing his cheek lightly, drawing back with a smile. "I'll let you be for now ... let you know if anything comes up, okay?"

"I will," he promised and stepped back as Tim stood and left with her.

It wasn't until the door had shut and stayed that way that he shuddered and slowly sank back down into Tomar's embrace when the Rohr guided him there. "I'm in so much trouble." He finally whimpered, curling into a tight ball.

"Jerik, you didn't know," Tomar said softly, holding him close and picking him up entirely. "She didn't know either, and if either of you should have, it was her."

"I know," he didn't resist the attention and pressed closer to his Defender. "But what a mess this had made of our plans. No life on the road, not till she's grown."

"Plans can change," Tomar reassured him. "Besides, why would it have to change things? Taking a kit into the Blight is ridiculous, yeah, but just traveling wouldn't be that outrageous by the time we're ready in the first place. Besides, she could always stay here with Quasma if we ended up having to leave for something we couldn't bring them along for."

"She'll have to, but it means no years-long hunting and slave-freeing trips for a lot longer than I wanted." He looked up and pressed close, his head against Tomar's chest. "At the rate I was going, I could graduate to Mage within three years."

"And you still can," Tomar reassured him. "Not the long trips, no, but by the time we can make them again, we'll be better suited for them."

"You're being entirely too logical," he groused, then pressed his face into Tomar's fur. "Thanks."

"One of us has to try to be," Tomar chuckled, giving him a hug. "I know it's insane for you, but here, if we weren't at the Academy ... well, she's not that young."

"It doesn't make it healthy," he sighed and shoved his anxieties down. "But we'll have to make due."

"I know, but she's as well off here as she would be anywhere but the Shrines," Tomar reassured him. "Come on; we should get you ready to get back to your classes."

"Right," Jerik nodded and slowly uncurled with a deep breath. "This is no excuse to let it slip."

"I know it's the usual time, but I tell you, something is up." Tessi told Remys, Keil and their assorted Defenders. "Quasma's in the middle of the grapevine. She got into trouble big time and Jerik was there with her. Got called out of class and everything. Tomar too."

"And Tim skipped his morning practices," Lina added. "I've heard he was taking Quasma down to the Healer's office, but he isn't saying anything about it."

"Well if it was really that big, they would have told us already," Remys pointed out with a bit of a shrug as they gathered in front of Jerik's room. "And Quasma's been in the middle of the grapevine for months now. The gossips love somebody like her."

"True," Tessi admitted, then paused as Jerik opened the door and she took in his unusually serious expression.

"Hi guys," Jerik smiled anyway. "Come in. Munchies are here."

"And so'm I," Quasma added from the table as they stepped in, cutting off Keil's question.

"So how's it going for you guys?" The combat mage asked instead. "You've been running around all over the place the past couple days."

"Pretty crazy," Jerik admitted as the group of ten settled down around the table. It wasn't lost on any of them that Quasma's new position was nearly as intimate with Jerik as Tomar's was. "Healer gave Quasma some news." He began uncertainly.

"Not bad news, I hope?" Tessi asked as Remys' forked tongue snaked out of his mouth for a moment before he took a drink, the necromancer quiet as usual.

"I suspect that's a matter of opinion," he said cryptically.

"Go ahead, Jerik," Kennara said encouragingly. "Or would you prefer to tell us, Quasma?" She asked.

The pair glanced at each other briefly, then she nodded.

"I'm pregnant."

"And we're assuming Jerik's the father?" Keil considered the pair, then Tomar.

"Only tom I've been with," she nodded slightly.

"I suspected it," Remys nodded. "And since you have all of us here, I assume you intend to try and have the kit?"

"Yes," she nodded seriously.

"Well ... congratulations, I think," Kiel said, not quite sure what to say.

"How'd this happen?" Tessi asked the two of them.

"I managed to conceive right after my cycle." Quasma shrugged. "Nearly impossible, but it happened."

"And neither of you thought to use a blocking spell?" Tessi asked.

"Jerik hadn't been told they taught them yet, and I didn't think I needed to learn it, okay?" Quasma asked, sounding a little exasperated. "It's not like we were trying to start a family."

"But now that it's happened, you're going to, right?" Lina asked, looking at Jerik.

"No," Jerik shook his head a bit. "We're both going to raise her, but we aren't mates."

"You're not going to become mates?" Kiel asked, his tone and Lina's expression making it clear that they'd been hoping not to hear that.

"No, and it's my choice as much as his," Quasma said, both Mice relaxing when they heard that. "We're friends, good friends who've been with each other and had it catch up with us, but that's all. Our kit will have us both as parents, but we're not about to say we're more than we really are."

"All right," Kiel nodded. "Sorry; Mouse thing."

"It's not just a Mouse thing," Jerik smiled faintly at them. "We did discuss it, and it's no secret I want kits, even if this is a decade or so earlier than I had in mind. When it's closer, our quarters will be joined by a main room and nursery for the kit."

"How quiet are you trying to keep it?" Kennara asked them. "Folks are already talking."

"Not much point to quiet when it'll be impossible to conceal in a few months." Quasma pointed out as Jerik brushed a hand down her belly.

"Right," the Vixen nodded. "What does this for you two?" She asked, nodding up towards Tomar and Jerik, looking at Tomar in particular.

"Not much change," Jerik reached up to scritch Tomar's chest. "I'm still going to wear the dress at the festival. It just means less travel than we'd planned on at first."

"And I've already convinced him that that's not the worst thing that could happen," Tomar chuckled, nuzzling Jerik's neck.

"I don't plan on coming between those two, and don't think I could if I wanted to," Quasma offered easily with a fond smile for both of them. "We've been over that sorta thing too."

"Okay," Tessi smiled. "So, anything you guys need us to help with?"

"Not right now," Jerik smiled back at her. "It'll probably change once she's born and we could really use a few hours off now and then."

"Especially when he's off traveling and it's just Tim and me." Quasma added.

"I think we can help play babysitter from time to time," Tessi smiled easily. "Bet she'll be cute too."

"Kittens usually are," Jerik chuckled.

"So, you two are going to be staying around here a bit more often in the future?" Remys asked, moving them a bit close to the more important topics, at least to his way of thinking.

"At least until she's moved out," Jerik nodded. "Then we'll be taking longer trips."

"We can still help plan our little adventures, but one of the two of us is probably going to have to stick around here during them," Quasma agreed. "Probably me, most of the time. And yes," she said dryly, looking back at Tim with a fond smile, "I know that you won't mind that at all."

"It does make my job that much easier." He grinned back at her.

"And we all know I'm the one who belongs out there the least, of us," Quasma admitted, leaning against him with an affectionate nuzzle. "Thanks for making me go to Donnelly, by the way."

"Just doing my job," he smiled.

"Just a head's up for the four of you, the rumor mill's having a field day with this, and when they do find out it's not likely to do much for your reputation, Quasma," Kiel warned them.

"I don't honestly care," the Lynx said easily. "They've been talking about me for a while; if they're going to spin one night with a good friend into something more, then I can't do anything to stop 'em."

"Jerik's the one who's going to really get it." Rainbow commented. "Once they get over the shock that he's the sire."

Jerik raised an eyebrow at that, and Rainbow chuckled a bit.

"You have a reputation somewhere between clueless, frigid and inherently monogamous."

"It's not that inaccurate." He mumbled.

"And it's closer to monogamous," Quasma said. "If they start talking about him, I'll clobber 'em," the Lynx added. "This shouldn't end up causing trouble for him."

"It's just rumors," Jerik reminded her, fully aware that between her and Tomar, he didn't need to defend himself. "They don't do that much harm."

"Mmm ... true. In that case, I'll just stick to making them regret teasing the fun way," she smirked.

"Y'see, this is why I never tick off a diviner," Tessi giggled.

"*Might not be a mate, but she is a good friend,*" Kaul observed. "*Think this might actually be good for both of you.*"

"*There has to be an easier way to accomplish that.*" He muttered back.

"*Easier, maybe, but you know as well as I do that the Force doesn't always choose the easy way to teach lessons, dear,*" Kaul reminded him. "*Whatever the two of you take from this, it will work out as it is meant to.*"

"*True,*" he sighed softly. "*At least we're friends and not enemies, like grandfather's.*"

"So, is there anything else you guys want to talk with us about before we start relaxing a bit?" Tessi asked.

"This isn't enough?" Quasma teased the younger girl with a smirking grin.

"Hey, I just want to know if you're about to announce that one of you's really a dragon in disguise or something before I've got shortbread in my mouth to choke on," the tabby smirked back, snagging a cookie to eat from the snack tray.

"Hey, you already know my weird background." Jerik chuckled and poured himself a mug of warm, spiced milk.

"And I'm just a normal Lynx," Quasma chuckled. "So, details on what's up in everybody else's lives," she suggested, changing the subject to what they usually talked about at their friendly meetings.

A Heritage of Power 4: Jerik's Story 9.99: Unexpected Consequences

Het Level is Low
Slash Level is
Femslash Level is None
Herm Level is Low

33 KB, Story is Complete, Series is Finished
Written January 30, 2006 by Rauhnee Ranshanka and Karl Wolfemann

Setting: Herath, Star Wars (Furry)

Primary Races: Avian, Canine, Enchanted Item, Feline, Fox, Kat, Mice, Reptile, Rohr (Herm Wolftaur)

Contents: Furry. Herm. Het (M/F).

Pairings: Jerik/Tomar, Jerik/Quasma

Blurb: Sex didn't evolve just for pleasure, you know.

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