Spayonder is up - now I’m going to forgo ficlets and prompts for the next few days so I can get another chapter of Stars Passing By up for you this week… that is of course if it hasn’t been too long and you still want it, my lovelies!
Krayonder was very specifically not thinking about the fact that he was holding Specs in his arms.
Nope, not even a little bit. Just carrying out an order from the Commander. Yup. That’s what he was doing. An unorthodox order, mind you, but that’s what you get with a teddy bear for a commanding officer.
She was asleep, and her glasses had fallen away from her face. He had never really seen what she looked like without them before, and that meant something, as Specs’ specs were not exactly what you might call dainty. Her face was freckled, and her nose was awfully cute, the way it turned up just so. She was breathing peacefully, the whisper of her breath tickling his arm.
Not thinking about the fact that Specs was in his arms. Right.
He kicked open the door of her bunk and winced, certain she’d wake and tear him a new one for this not-so-normal situation he’d unexpectedly found himself in.
“Not my fault that you’ll fall asleep anywhere, anytime,” he muttered, but he muttered it fondly, and crossed the room to lay her on the pristinely made-up bed.
Actually tucking her in would be this too far this side of weird, he decided. It would be just his luck to have her wake up the very second he was bending over her to grab the blanket or something.
“No way, man,” he decided, and turned to go.
He stopped, for just a moment, to look at her before he made it to the doorway. Her glasses were still askew on her face, and her chest was still rising gently.
He wrinkled his face, and then quickly crossed the room again. He lifted the glasses carefully from her ears and set them on the desk beside them.
In her sleep, her eyebrows knitted, and then just as his heart stopped, her eyes flew open.
Okay, I’ll admit I took some artistic license with this one. It was fun, though. Hope you enjoy. :)
Up entered the mess hall with a bit of a stupid grin on his face. Krayonder nudged Specs, who paused, fork poised in midair.
“Hey man, take a look at the Commander.”
Specs pushed her glasses up on her nose. “He looks happy. He usually looks happy. Is there some unusual factor in his appearance today that is escaping my notice?”
“No, man,” Krayonder said. “And look - Taz too. You can’t tell me that’s her usual look.”
“Agreed, usually the Lietenant seems a little more - morose.”
“So what do you think, Specs? You’re the smart one. What could make our two favourite commanding officers look so blasted happy all of a sudden?”
Specs turned back to her food. “Well, obviously they have just engaged in coitus.”
Krayonder nearly spat out his mouthful of mac and cheese. “That’s sick, man. Sick.”
“You have another idea? Logically-“
“You and your logic. Naw, it’s not that, Febs and I were just in the gym and so was Taz. The Commander came to see her, and it seemed like a pretty intense conversation, if you know what I mean.”
“OMDG, I know, right?”
February joined them, smacking her tray down on the table with gusto. “There’s totally something going on there! I mean, there’s always been something going on there, but today there’s something new…”
“What’s new, Rangers?”
The three of them looked up to see Up standing above them. “Budge up a seat, there, Private.”
Krayonder and Specs exchanged glances as they made room. “Hey- hey there, Commander.”
“So you were saying? Something’s new? Not a problem with the ship, I hope.”
“Nope, not the ship…” Krayonder said.
“It’s Outfits with Alejandro!” February burst suddenly. “I don’t know where I’d be without that webcast, my fall wardrobe is going to be all wrong! Alejandro always knows when there’s a new trend in Europa…”
Up looked at her skeptically.
“Hola, idiotas,” Taz said casually, slipping into the seat beside Up.
“Hey, Taz,” Krayonder said weakly.
“Easy, Krayon-dair, my knife’s safe and sound in its sheath, see?”
Krayonder chuckled uneasily.
Taz looked around the table at the unusual silence, and then turned, frowning, to Up. “What did you-“
“My sensors indicate that an awkward situation is occuring at this table. What is the nature of the awkwardness?”
MegaGirl and Tootsie had joined them.
“I have no idea,” said Up.
“Lieutenant, your core bodily temperature is 3.4 degrees warmer than the human standard. Has something happened recently that has caused you excitement?”
“I’ll warm your core temperature if you don’t shut up,” Taz muttered, but her cheeks were flushing red.
The Commander put a hand on his Lieutenant’s shoulder and February made significant eyes at Krayonder and Specs. “Calm down, Taz, MegaGirl’s just being MegaGirl, you know her.”
“Hoo boy!” shouted Tootsie, taking a seat. “Noodles with cheese, my favourite!”
“You idiotas are all loco,” Taz said, pushing her tray away. “I’m heading back to the gym.”
“I’ll join you,” said Up quickly.
Krayonder, February and Specs all turned to watch them go. Just as the door to the mess hall slid shut, they heard Taz start in on Up.
“Did you tell them? Did you tell them that nos vamos a casar?”
“Ah,” said MegaGirl. “That is a logical explanation.” They all turned to her expectantly, and she looked at them in surprise. “I forget that humans do not come equipped with universal translation software. The Commander and the Lieutenant are getting married.”
They stared at her with gaping mouths.
“Boy howdy! Does anybody mind if I eat these noodles?”