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He was still in a bit of a daze. They said something about Caboose being unconscious, about the attacks letting up across the city, but Tucker was still focused on the bomb that Doc had dropped when he first got his eyes opened.
“You’re the worst fucking medical professional ever. No wonder you were kicked out of medical school!” Church was still raving so vehemently it was almost too easy to forget just days before Tucker had watched a lifeless body hit the ground.
None of it really mattered. Grabbing his glasses from the nearby box and pulling himself into a sitting position that didn’t stretch the aching muscles of his torso, Tucker was able to finally see the nearby crate. He guessed Doc worked with what they could manage to get in the chaos and discourse of the city being invaded.
He wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he pulled himself over to the linen lined box, but whatever it was, it hadn’t prepared him for the immediate heart stopping fear when the bundle moved.
Tiny, bright eyes turned on him, and the alien jaws opened as the little creature kicked and grabbed with his limbs.
It was like the baby already knew.
Tucker reached forward, let the four fingered hand grab his own and smiled. “Hey, little dude. I guess I’m your dad.”