Title: Convincing Abby

Pairing: Connor/Abby established relationship

Rating: PG-13

Spoilers: None really, set in season 3.

Authors notes: I wrote this fic in response to a challenge to include red shirts of the Star Trek variety.

Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, I'm just borrowing.

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The flat was almost silent as Abby trudged out of the bedroom sleepily after waking alone. It was only 7am when she checked the bedside clock and for a Sunday that was ridiculously early for either of them to be getting up. She stopped just outside the door, stretched her arms up high and yawned simultaneously.

Connor, who was sat on the sofa with his laptop on his knee, stopped what he was doing and stared at her exposed midriff appreciatively before returning his attention to the laptop.

"Connor, its 7am." Abby almost whined as she walked towards him.

"Yeah?" He replied, never taking his eyes off the screen.

"On a Sunday."

"Hmm."

"Sunday is our day of rest."

"YES!" He cheered at some unknown article on his computer.

"CONNOR!"

He snapped his attention back to Abby, who looked very annoyed with her arms crossed and one bare foot tapping on the floor.

"I'm sorry Abbs it's just that." He paused and put the laptop to one side and pulled her down to sit on his lap. "Tickets went on sale this morning, and I had to be fast cos they sell really quickly."

"Tickets? What tickets?"

"You know, the Star Trek convention I was telling you about."

"Oh God, Connor, not that again."

"But you said you'd go with me."

"I was being sarcastic babes." She replied, stroking his face. "Besides, I seem to remember being slightly drunk at the time."

"We had like one bottle of wine; I'd hardly call that drunk Abby."

"It was two bottles Connor, and you know how I get when I have wine."

Connor smirked as he thought about exactly how she got when she had wine until Abby hitting him on the arm pulled him from his reverie.

"What I meant was that it makes me very open to suggestion." She explained.

He waggled his eyebrows.

"I know that."

That earned him another blow to the arm, but she smiled at him shyly. How this man, this totally adorable geek managed to reduce her to a puddle of goo and turn her into such a girlie girl she would never know. But looking into those brown puppy dog eyes of his and taking in his lop-sided grin, she just couldn't refuse him.

"Ugh, ok then I'll go!" She conceded.

Connor's face lit up and he pulled her towards him giving her a quick kiss.

"But I'm not wearing any stupid costumes!" She added.

He made a funny face, the one that usually meant trouble, for her at least.

"Well, it's funny you should mention that Abbs."

The End