I knew reporting Luna's birth to the Council would be a disaster.
I just didn't expect this level of disaster.
The moment the secure holo-link flickers to life, the faces of the other O5s appear—each one carved in some mixture of shock, anger, and outright disbelief. Julius looks concerned. Sun Tzu looks disappointed. Two others look ready to declare war. And O5-3… she's rubbing her temples like she's preparing a eulogy.
I hold Luna close to my chest, wrapped in her moon-white blanket. She sleeps peacefully, entirely unaware that her existence has just started the loudest political fight the Foundation has seen in a century.
O5-1 speaks first, voice cutting like a surgical blade.
"You hid a Level-4 Reality Bender pregnancy from us."
O5-8 slams her hand on her desk.
"For NINE MONTHS."
O5-5 snaps, "You let a CHILD of that magnitude be born without containment protocols? Without controls? Without—"
I raise one hand.
"Let me stop you right there. Luna is mine. I carried her. I delivered her. And she isn't an SCP—she's my daughter."
The shouting that follows is absolute chaos.
"She should be contained—properly contained!"
"We can't risk another 239 scenario growing unchecked!"
"This is a threat to the entire Foundation—maybe the planet!"
"You should've informed us the moment you discovered the pregnancy!"
"She should be anaesthetized like the original—"
That last sentence stops the entire room cold.
My aura surges.
The lights flicker.Documents on desks tremble.Reality bends like heat haze around me.
I don't raise my voice.I don't need to.
"If anyone suggests putting my daughter to sleep again, I will show you precisely why I am one of the most dangerous beings alive."
Silence.A heavy, fearful, absolute silence.
Julius clears his throat gently.
"Let's… not provoke her. She's not exaggerating. At all."
He knows me too well.
I continue. Calm. Cold. Unmovable.
"Luna will be raised at Site-999. Under my direct supervision. With full access to her mother. She will not be sedated. She will not be imprisoned. She will be nurtured. And she will grow stable because I say so."
O5-4 folds his arms.
"And what if she spirals out of control?"
I meet his gaze without blinking.
"Then I'll stop her. No one else here is qualified."
Another long silence.
Finally, O5-1 relents, voice begrudging.
"…Fine. Custody remains with you. Site-999 only. But you will report every fluctuation in her reality field. Every anomaly. Every shift."
O5-8 points at me sharply.
"And if you ever hide something like this again—"
I cut her off with a smile that is absolutely not friendly.
"You won't have the chance to complain about it."
The Council knows a threat when they hear one.Especially from me.
The meeting ends just as Luna stirs, yawning softly against my chest. The moment she opens her glowing little eyes, all the anger in me melts away.
I kiss her forehead.
"Don't worry, Luna. Mama handled everything."
And I did.
Because when I decide something is going to happen, it happens.
And no one in the O5 Council—no matter how powerful—was ever going to take my daughter away from me.