SCP {The SCP That United Them All}

31- Doctor Theman's Offical Entry

Despite knowing that Rocky would eventually be cryogenically frozen and having been reassured numerous times by him, Jennifer still feels anxious about the situation and their hopeful future. Determining there is only one being she could talk to about this she heads straight to 343's "containment cell". Upon knocking on his door, she is surprised to not hear a welcoming "Come in, my dear", as was his habit of addressing her. She slowly opens the door to find the room empty.

"Where could he be at a time like this?" Jennifer asks herself out loud.

A tap on her shoulder precedes a deep gentle voice. "Right here, my dear."

Jennifer whips around, in the middle of his sentence, in surprise. "Dear God, DON'T DO THAT!"

343 smiles. "Bad habit, my apologies."

Jennifer steps closer to him slowly wrapping her arms around his rather muscular right arm. "I imagine you know why I am here." She says sadly.

343 chuckles. "I would be a poor heavenly father if I didn't. Please, come in."

Jennifer walks with 343 as a light aluminates his room. She looks up to see what seems to be a hologram of the universe.

She reaches out to one of the planets, but 343 stops her. "Careful, my dear, that is not a simple illusion." He says softly but urgently.

Jennifer quickly retracts her hand. "Sorry.."

She looks around to see the furniture built out of the finest black marble and lined with gold. A few items appear to be organized on a rather large table in the center of the room, the most notable of which included bracelets, necklaces, rings, and numerous officer and researcher SCP uniforms of varying sizes.

Jennifer stares at these for a moment before following 343 to a sitting area. "What is all that for?"

343 chuckles. "Just my preparations for the new era.. I am not quite done preparing and time has almost run out."

Jennifer sits down slowly, expecting the marble chairs to be cold and hard, but instead, they are softer than any other chair she had ever set in. "Am I keeping you from preparations?"

343 shakes his head. "I always have time for those who seek me out. Now, I understand you are nervous about the future. I assure you that you will be pleasantly surprised with the outcome."

Jennifer hangs her head. "That SHOULD comfort me, but.. I am just a worrisome individual.. I guess."

343 props his cheek on his hand with a smile. "Tell me, when was the last time you looked in a mirror?"

Jennifer frowns. "I actively avoid them.. I am afraid I will see my own future.. my own.. death."

"There is more to your sight than pain, destruction, and death, my dear." 343 says gently, like a father to his daughter. He then snaps his fingers and a mirror appears. "Why don't you see for yourself?"

Jennifer timidly looks up. Her reflection seems somehow wrapped, so she stands to see if the distortion is in the mirror or herself. Coming to a full, upright position, Jennifer cups her hands over her mouth as tears of joy well up in her eyes. "Tell me I am dreaming! Can this be true?!"

343 nods with a proud gentle smile. "Yes! You will, in the near future, be with child, my dear!"

Jennifer turns left and right examining her pregnant image. "I.. have been having dreams.. images of myself in a lab coat also.. Is that.. real too?"

343 nods. "A whole new life awaits you. One where the Foundation values you very highly and even employs you."

Jennifer turns quickly to 343. "The child IS Rocky's, right?!"