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Title: Warming the cold war.
Rating: Young teens and up for a couple of very mild curses.
Genre: Fluff
Character: Jenna and Cally
Topic: Chocolate cake
It seemed like half the crew of Liberator were awake at any given moment of the long nights most of the time. They all had their nightmares, even if they preferred chasing away the horrors with a game of rummy or a round of Intergalactic Monopoly, but Jenna had largely avoided the fate of her crew-mates. She'd actually started to feel a bit cocky about the fact that she was the only person on the flight-deck boasting 8 hours' of sleep in any given diurnal cycle most shifts.
It seemed she'd crowed too soon. After two hours of tossing and turning she was completely unable to get back to sleep after the nightmare that had woken her. She refused to remember the clammy feeling of hands clawing at her, grasping and never letting go. No! She shook her head violently and slipped on a dressing gown, sticking her feet into her slippers and steadfastly thinking of what she might find in the galley for a midnight snack.
'Oh, hello Jenna.' Huge alien eyes widened even further as Cally spun to face her. The auronar looked dishevelled and not the poised, annoyingly possessed creature who'd invaded Liberator and tried to claim Blake's ear. They stared at each other for a stupidly long moment, too knackered to string two thoughts together. 'I couldn't sleep. I found chocolate cake.'
Jenna stared at the plate Cally was holding and licked her lips. It did look like an awfully good cake. For a moment she wondered if someone had been saving it. Sod 'em, it was... she glanced at the chrono on the wall... three o'clock in the theoretical morning and she was tired, grumpy and in need of comfort that was unlikely to be forthcoming from her crewmates. 'Can I have some please?'
She'd surprised Cally again, but then those dark eyes returned to that damn' inscrutable expression again. The effect was ruined by her lips quirking upwards in a sudden smile. 'Grab a fork, Jenna.'
They'd eaten in silence, but for the odd hum of delight and licked their forks clean, washing the plate after and Cally put it back in the fridge with a conspirational grin that Jenna couldn't help but return. She grunted a good-night at the other woman and stumbled back to bed, falling asleep as soon as she hit the horizontal plane.
When Blake spent the next day asking everyone where his chocolate cake had gone they both gave him identical blank looks and wondered whether it was Avon's sweet tooth or Vila's kleptomania that was to blame. As they caught one another's eye across the flight deck something warm passed between them.
Rating: Young teens and up for a couple of very mild curses.
Genre: Fluff
Character: Jenna and Cally
Topic: Chocolate cake
It seemed like half the crew of Liberator were awake at any given moment of the long nights most of the time. They all had their nightmares, even if they preferred chasing away the horrors with a game of rummy or a round of Intergalactic Monopoly, but Jenna had largely avoided the fate of her crew-mates. She'd actually started to feel a bit cocky about the fact that she was the only person on the flight-deck boasting 8 hours' of sleep in any given diurnal cycle most shifts.
It seemed she'd crowed too soon. After two hours of tossing and turning she was completely unable to get back to sleep after the nightmare that had woken her. She refused to remember the clammy feeling of hands clawing at her, grasping and never letting go. No! She shook her head violently and slipped on a dressing gown, sticking her feet into her slippers and steadfastly thinking of what she might find in the galley for a midnight snack.
'Oh, hello Jenna.' Huge alien eyes widened even further as Cally spun to face her. The auronar looked dishevelled and not the poised, annoyingly possessed creature who'd invaded Liberator and tried to claim Blake's ear. They stared at each other for a stupidly long moment, too knackered to string two thoughts together. 'I couldn't sleep. I found chocolate cake.'
Jenna stared at the plate Cally was holding and licked her lips. It did look like an awfully good cake. For a moment she wondered if someone had been saving it. Sod 'em, it was... she glanced at the chrono on the wall... three o'clock in the theoretical morning and she was tired, grumpy and in need of comfort that was unlikely to be forthcoming from her crewmates. 'Can I have some please?'
She'd surprised Cally again, but then those dark eyes returned to that damn' inscrutable expression again. The effect was ruined by her lips quirking upwards in a sudden smile. 'Grab a fork, Jenna.'
They'd eaten in silence, but for the odd hum of delight and licked their forks clean, washing the plate after and Cally put it back in the fridge with a conspirational grin that Jenna couldn't help but return. She grunted a good-night at the other woman and stumbled back to bed, falling asleep as soon as she hit the horizontal plane.
When Blake spent the next day asking everyone where his chocolate cake had gone they both gave him identical blank looks and wondered whether it was Avon's sweet tooth or Vila's kleptomania that was to blame. As they caught one another's eye across the flight deck something warm passed between them.