Disclaimer: Sky Captain and the Wolrd of Tomorrow are property of Paramont and all other affilitated buisnesses. They are not mine.
Pairing: Joe/Dex; hints of Joe/Polly and Joe/Franky
Rating: G
Authors Note: You know, a few months ago I promised myself that I wasn't going to write anymore fanfiction in an effort to focus on my original fiction. Man, I hate it when I lie to myself.
Polly Perkins brandished words the way a knight brandished a sword. They were her weapons, her confidants and she respected them more than any cowboy had ever respected his six shooter or any samurai his sword. You had too really. Words, like any other weapon of choice, could just as easily slide through the heart of its owner as the heart of its enemy. She could destroy, had destroyed, lives with words. Used them to tear into the soft fleshy underbellies of the rich, the famous, the undeserving. She always got what she wanted in the end. Always get your man, that was her motto, and if she'd only had the guts for it she could have used her carefully sharpened tools to get her man once again
It wouldn't have taken many. A quick sentence dribbled into the ear of the right editor. Just the correct subject verb subject agreement in a front page headline. Five quick exclamations accompanied by an eyebrow raise and she would have created the perfect catastrophe for her bruised heart to frolic in.
Had it been Franky she would have wasted no time drawing the appropriate battle lines. Had it been the girl from Nanjing, (whoever she was) she would have already cut away the fatty layer of dust surrounding the newsroom's unused filing cabinets searching for pieces of hard information to make bullets. Had it been any other woman she would have been walking the legion's base, pistol in hand, patrolling the borders for the individual who had the gall to invade her territory. Anyone else and it would have been an all out war. If only it had been anyone else.
She found him in the ship's hanger, working on whatever it was that he always seemed to be working on. He saw her before she'd had the chance to speak."Hey Mss. Perkins." He said with a shy smile.
"Hi there, hon. Got something for you."
She passed over a small pack of gum.
"Aw thanks! I was almost out too!" Putting down the wrench he'd been holding, the young inventor tore the paper off the first piece. He paused momentarily then offered it to Polly. She shook her head, and he shrugged popping the pink square into his mouth.
"You looking for Joe?" he asked between chews.
"No, hon. In fact, I'm on my way out. Could you do me a favor? Say bye to him for me?"
"Will do."
She smiled. "Good."