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[March 6]: ok, time for plan b
Title: Interlude: No and No
Prompt: March 6, ok time for plan b
Fandom: HiStory3 - Trapped
Pairing: Tang Yi/Meng Shao Fei
Warnings: Non-explicit but references to alpha/omega-verse, pregnancy, abortion, and breaking bonds
Notes: This is an interlude for my wip, Getting to No, but should be ok as a standalone. I just wanted to write a scene of Tang Yi and Meng Shao Fei losing their patience with their therapist.
“As we see it,” Tang Yi concluded, his expression carefully blanked to reveal viciousness as only a gang leader could, “there is only one choice left for us.” He barely shifted in his seat, lifting his chin so that he was looking down his nose, and his presence seemed to dominate the room immediately.
Their latest bond specialist began to look panicky. “Mr Tang-“ he began, then looked at Meng Shao Fei, who was in the armchair next to Tang Yi’s, for assistance.
Bah. As though Meng Shao Fei hadn’t been right beside Tang Yi demanding the same thing all along.
“Divorce.”
Okay, not that, exactly. But they were – both of them, experienced law enforcement representative and (alleged) lawbreaker, neither one on their first rodeo – not about to cavil at the drastic option, if necessary.
Not because they couldn’t keep changing bond specialists.
Nor because Dr Yan was easily intimidated or cowed, really. A bond specialist wouldn't be, especially if they had to work with alphas who seriously needed heat control management. A really, really good bond specialist was someone who had experience in dealing with a far wider range of bonds, one who could actively take into account their patients’ personal situations rather than solely the condition of their bond. They hadn’t yet found that really, really good bond specialist, so they needed something else, and soon.
“But you can’t get a divorce,” Dr Yan said, but his voice was high and shallow, a disbelieving squeak.
“Why not?” Tang Yi said. “It’s only a piece of paper, and once we’re divorced there will be no reason for our bond to remain.”
And Meng Shao Fei could have his birth control implant back; the reason that police’s omega health department had been dragging their feet on providing it was precisely because they assumed a married Meng Shao Fei wanted children. Single omegas got to have birth control; it was far more difficult for married ones.
Apart from that, there were certain private consultants who could be persuaded to expedite the matter to avoid having sexually-active omegas giving birth out of bond-claim and wedlock. Paternalistic in the most archaic ways, but-
Dr Yan grimaced, looking at them as though he could persuade them by pleading expression alone. “Mr Tang, Mr Meng, you can’t do this to get around the- the-“
“-the utter fuckery that is your bond ethics bullshit?” Meng Shao Fei asked.
Dr Yan persisted. “There is a reason you need to wait. The bond will stabilise in time and with that, your heat cycles. What’s more, it’s natural for both of you to be bonded when you are in love with each other.”
Tang Yi shrugged. “We don’t have to be married to be in love. Besides, I could probably make a case – if cause is required, which it isn’t – that Meng Shao Fei refuses to carry any pregnancy to term. And as an alpha, I wish to have offspring of my blood.”
“You don’t, actually,” Meng Shao Fei pointed out, incurably honest.
“I don’t, actually,” Tang Yi echoed, quirking an eyebrow at his husband.
Dr Yan groaned inwardly at the mischievous, loving smiles that his patients were exchanging. He hated cases like this. It wasn’t that he had never come across cases where (hastily) bonded alpha-omega pairs demanded that their bond be broken, post-haste, before the mandatory three-year bonding period was up, for whatever reasons of their own. But it was the first time both parties were blatantly making up a reason to get what they wanted.
“If it will make it easier for you,” Tang Yi reached into his briefcase and held up a folder. “Shao Fei’s medical report. It is confidential, but I have highlighted the essential parts for you.” He held it before Dr Tan, who took it reluctantly, then curiously, turning to the indicated page.
“Where did you even get that, and isn’t it improper for you to have it without getting my consent?” Meng Shao Fei asked interestedly, seemingly unbothered.
“Yet another sign of the tragic lack of trust between us,” Tang Yi said, “not to mention my obviously repugnant abusive alpha behaviour. You may wish to document the breakdown of our relationship,” he said kindly to Dr Yan.
Meng Shao Fei’s shoulders shook, but at the next moment he held out a hand towards Dr Yan, as though demanding the return of the report. “Wait a minute, I haven’t even read what it said.”
“You got it last week,” Tang Yi said, though he didn’t seem surprised at Meng Shao Fei’s comment. “It’s just been sitting on your table all this while?”
“Who has the time? I was in the middle of an investigation when I got it. Dr Mei gave me the short version already. Basically, I’m fine, except for, you know.” He gave Tang Yi the same put-upon expression that he used to sum up his thoughts on the past eleven months.
Yes, except for the surprise-heat, surprise-bonding, surprise-miscarriage, surprise-heat again, a bout of stress exhaustion, surprise-pregnancy, abortion, more surprise-heat, stress exhaustion, more surprise-heat, surprise-fake pregnancy, surprise-real miscarriage, and yet another bout of exhaustion from the constant heats for which he had reluctantly taken two weeks away from work (they were in the middle of a long investigation, he hated not being there to oversee it), then a slow return to regular duty – other than that, Meng Shao Fei was just fine. Oh, and he got shot eleven months ago, but he was much better now.
“ ‘Patient is assessed to be fit for light work duties’,” Dr Yan read out loud, “ ‘but must refrain from strenuous physical activities’-“
Tang Yi held up a warning finger towards his husband, who shrugged.
“ ‘Pregnancy is inadvisable for the time being. Will reschedule a session with patient to counsel on birth control alternatives as soon as’-“
Tang Yi stood and plucked the report out of Dr Yan’s hands, his expression now cool. “That’s enough,” he said, sitting down, sliding the folder back into his briefcase.
Dr Yan frowned. “You’re only one year into your bond-“ he began, only to look at Tang Yi’s expression and feel as though he needed a desk between them. The room’s temperature seemed to have plunged, yet sweat rolled down his neck.
“Still no? That's it. This is not a session,” Tang Yi said, taking his husband’s hand and lacing their fingers together. “I refuse to take part any further in this farcical attempt to manage or preserve our bond, or whatever it is you think will make us stop demanding the right to break our bond. After Shao Fei and I are divorced, we can apply to any hospital to schedule a session to break our bond.”
“But- but the physical impact of breaking your bond-“ Bonded pairs felt the pain of severing the bond like a physical loss, even if both wanted it. There had been cases of people traumatised by the sudden cessation of the bond right after the injection.
Meng Shao Fei tightened his hold against Tang Yi’s fingers in turn, and stood up. “Dr Yan, I know it’s unpleasant,” he said, though he looked as peaceable as though he were describing a missed appointment. “But I think we can deal with it.” He glanced at his husband, rueful. “If we hurry, we might make it to the Household Registration Office before five.”
Prompt: March 6, ok time for plan b
Fandom: HiStory3 - Trapped
Pairing: Tang Yi/Meng Shao Fei
Warnings: Non-explicit but references to alpha/omega-verse, pregnancy, abortion, and breaking bonds
Notes: This is an interlude for my wip, Getting to No, but should be ok as a standalone. I just wanted to write a scene of Tang Yi and Meng Shao Fei losing their patience with their therapist.
“As we see it,” Tang Yi concluded, his expression carefully blanked to reveal viciousness as only a gang leader could, “there is only one choice left for us.” He barely shifted in his seat, lifting his chin so that he was looking down his nose, and his presence seemed to dominate the room immediately.
Their latest bond specialist began to look panicky. “Mr Tang-“ he began, then looked at Meng Shao Fei, who was in the armchair next to Tang Yi’s, for assistance.
Bah. As though Meng Shao Fei hadn’t been right beside Tang Yi demanding the same thing all along.
“Divorce.”
Okay, not that, exactly. But they were – both of them, experienced law enforcement representative and (alleged) lawbreaker, neither one on their first rodeo – not about to cavil at the drastic option, if necessary.
Not because they couldn’t keep changing bond specialists.
Nor because Dr Yan was easily intimidated or cowed, really. A bond specialist wouldn't be, especially if they had to work with alphas who seriously needed heat control management. A really, really good bond specialist was someone who had experience in dealing with a far wider range of bonds, one who could actively take into account their patients’ personal situations rather than solely the condition of their bond. They hadn’t yet found that really, really good bond specialist, so they needed something else, and soon.
“But you can’t get a divorce,” Dr Yan said, but his voice was high and shallow, a disbelieving squeak.
“Why not?” Tang Yi said. “It’s only a piece of paper, and once we’re divorced there will be no reason for our bond to remain.”
And Meng Shao Fei could have his birth control implant back; the reason that police’s omega health department had been dragging their feet on providing it was precisely because they assumed a married Meng Shao Fei wanted children. Single omegas got to have birth control; it was far more difficult for married ones.
Apart from that, there were certain private consultants who could be persuaded to expedite the matter to avoid having sexually-active omegas giving birth out of bond-claim and wedlock. Paternalistic in the most archaic ways, but-
Dr Yan grimaced, looking at them as though he could persuade them by pleading expression alone. “Mr Tang, Mr Meng, you can’t do this to get around the- the-“
“-the utter fuckery that is your bond ethics bullshit?” Meng Shao Fei asked.
Dr Yan persisted. “There is a reason you need to wait. The bond will stabilise in time and with that, your heat cycles. What’s more, it’s natural for both of you to be bonded when you are in love with each other.”
Tang Yi shrugged. “We don’t have to be married to be in love. Besides, I could probably make a case – if cause is required, which it isn’t – that Meng Shao Fei refuses to carry any pregnancy to term. And as an alpha, I wish to have offspring of my blood.”
“You don’t, actually,” Meng Shao Fei pointed out, incurably honest.
“I don’t, actually,” Tang Yi echoed, quirking an eyebrow at his husband.
Dr Yan groaned inwardly at the mischievous, loving smiles that his patients were exchanging. He hated cases like this. It wasn’t that he had never come across cases where (hastily) bonded alpha-omega pairs demanded that their bond be broken, post-haste, before the mandatory three-year bonding period was up, for whatever reasons of their own. But it was the first time both parties were blatantly making up a reason to get what they wanted.
“If it will make it easier for you,” Tang Yi reached into his briefcase and held up a folder. “Shao Fei’s medical report. It is confidential, but I have highlighted the essential parts for you.” He held it before Dr Tan, who took it reluctantly, then curiously, turning to the indicated page.
“Where did you even get that, and isn’t it improper for you to have it without getting my consent?” Meng Shao Fei asked interestedly, seemingly unbothered.
“Yet another sign of the tragic lack of trust between us,” Tang Yi said, “not to mention my obviously repugnant abusive alpha behaviour. You may wish to document the breakdown of our relationship,” he said kindly to Dr Yan.
Meng Shao Fei’s shoulders shook, but at the next moment he held out a hand towards Dr Yan, as though demanding the return of the report. “Wait a minute, I haven’t even read what it said.”
“You got it last week,” Tang Yi said, though he didn’t seem surprised at Meng Shao Fei’s comment. “It’s just been sitting on your table all this while?”
“Who has the time? I was in the middle of an investigation when I got it. Dr Mei gave me the short version already. Basically, I’m fine, except for, you know.” He gave Tang Yi the same put-upon expression that he used to sum up his thoughts on the past eleven months.
Yes, except for the surprise-heat, surprise-bonding, surprise-miscarriage, surprise-heat again, a bout of stress exhaustion, surprise-pregnancy, abortion, more surprise-heat, stress exhaustion, more surprise-heat, surprise-fake pregnancy, surprise-real miscarriage, and yet another bout of exhaustion from the constant heats for which he had reluctantly taken two weeks away from work (they were in the middle of a long investigation, he hated not being there to oversee it), then a slow return to regular duty – other than that, Meng Shao Fei was just fine. Oh, and he got shot eleven months ago, but he was much better now.
“ ‘Patient is assessed to be fit for light work duties’,” Dr Yan read out loud, “ ‘but must refrain from strenuous physical activities’-“
Tang Yi held up a warning finger towards his husband, who shrugged.
“ ‘Pregnancy is inadvisable for the time being. Will reschedule a session with patient to counsel on birth control alternatives as soon as’-“
Tang Yi stood and plucked the report out of Dr Yan’s hands, his expression now cool. “That’s enough,” he said, sitting down, sliding the folder back into his briefcase.
Dr Yan frowned. “You’re only one year into your bond-“ he began, only to look at Tang Yi’s expression and feel as though he needed a desk between them. The room’s temperature seemed to have plunged, yet sweat rolled down his neck.
“Still no? That's it. This is not a session,” Tang Yi said, taking his husband’s hand and lacing their fingers together. “I refuse to take part any further in this farcical attempt to manage or preserve our bond, or whatever it is you think will make us stop demanding the right to break our bond. After Shao Fei and I are divorced, we can apply to any hospital to schedule a session to break our bond.”
“But- but the physical impact of breaking your bond-“ Bonded pairs felt the pain of severing the bond like a physical loss, even if both wanted it. There had been cases of people traumatised by the sudden cessation of the bond right after the injection.
Meng Shao Fei tightened his hold against Tang Yi’s fingers in turn, and stood up. “Dr Yan, I know it’s unpleasant,” he said, though he looked as peaceable as though he were describing a missed appointment. “But I think we can deal with it.” He glanced at his husband, rueful. “If we hurry, we might make it to the Household Registration Office before five.”
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the history of birth control in relation to the management of who can and can't have it, has always frustrated me. and it's neatly conveyed in this fic; i'm fully on tang yi and meng shao fei's side. it's their relationship, and there really shouldn't be this many hurdles for them to present it as they want to. they've clearly discussed this and know exactly what they want.
i really like how this is just casually tacked on to the end of what seems to be a very stressful bout of events:
Oh, and he got shot eleven months ago, but he was much better now.
almost like in comparison to everything else that happened, getting shot was the least interesting. (a minor casualty of meng shao fei's job.)
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And so glad you picked up on that - one of the things I was working through in the fic was the issue of birth control, and especially I wanted to explore how it would work out in an omega-verse that has such strong conventions of being fertile, bonded, assumption that the partner with the biological ability to get pregnant would (of course) want to have kids. I mean even in the most family-oriented situation you would still have Meng Shao Fei, who is a cop through and through. He'd want to continue being a cop even when things are ideal. And in this case it's clearly not ideal when they are dealing with so many other things. And as a side note, it's fun to write about Tang Yi in all situations, because he'd be supporting Meng Shao Fei all the way.
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