[Leaving Medical, looking pleased with herself.]

[Washing hands.] Out, out, damn spot.

Generally speaking, any men Christine had in her quarters were there for sex and sex only. And while this was generally fine, she missed the simplicity of not always having her body on display. It was the reason she was known among the women she'd befriended on the ship as someone good with dinner parties and late night snacking and drinks. Home, ( Read more... )

This is something new for me.

As a general rule, she didn't do away missions. Too dangerous, filled with too much ego, and there were better wastes of her time. Today, though, fate had her beaming to a humid planet with O'Neill and a botanist. She's playing chemist, working on plant uses. And things are going well until the trio are kidnapped by locals and have all their ( Read more... )

Despite the fact that O'Neill had visited Christine's quarters on a number of occasions over the course of the mission thusfar, he'd never eaten a meal with her, or spent the night. Nor had he ever done anything that was much outside the realm of the physical. Just the odd, terrifyingly tender note left on the pillow where a partner would sleep if ( Read more... )

Eight hours after their last rendezvous found Christine back on shift and in the gym, biting her lip to keep from calling a stop to the Captain's current favourite sort of punishment. She is not there to disagree, simply to clean up and take out what is left of the offending parties. Of course, here, they were all offending parties ( Read more... )

Do you even have a brain?

When he left, she had lay back down, still naked, still preoccupied with him. Her sheets smelled like him. She could still feel the touch of his skin against hers. Eventually, she'd dozed off, to violent dreams filled with pain and anger. The comm had woken her, breathing hard and worried about Spock before she even got the message that she was ( Read more... )

This had been her pet project for weeks now, and she was about ready to let it be revealed. Well, not revealed to any of those so-called-scientists whose motives she trusted less than their methods. Just that one that mattered. And there were so many ways she could hint-drop - announce her destination loudly as she tied her hair back, promise to ( Read more... )