Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Takes place post series, spoilers apply. This also takes place after my fic 'The Changed Tomorrow', so spoilers apply there as well. And I fully admit that this is just stupid fluff. But after writing so much dark Time fic, I needed some sort of break. Also, I'm batting around an idea for a sequel to 'The Changed Tomorrow' and thought writing some 'day in the life' in that universe might help. There is alluded to yaoi in this (Domon X Sion), but nothing worse than say, what you saw in Case 4 (or any other scene with Domon and Sion together).
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"Good morning, Lieutenant Domon," Kara chirped from behind her desk. "I've already sorted your data pads in the order you like."
Domon let out a yawn. "Y'mean the 'things I just need to sign' pile, the 'things I have to read before I sign' pile, and the 'things I read, laugh, and then refuse to sign' pile?"
She smiled brightly. "All nice and neat on your desk."
He smiled back, and then yawned again. "Kara, what would I do without you?" But as he took his seat, he noticed something was missing... something important. His brain was still a little foggy, but it didn't take long for him to realize what exactly that something was.
"Where's my coffee?"
Kara didn't look up from her work. "Get it yourself."
"You get Sion coffee," he reminded her pointedly.
"When I say 'good morning', Commander Sion is polite enough to say 'good morning' back." Kara was still grinning, but her tone was similar to his.
"Okay, okay, I get it," Domon mumbled as he made his way to the coffeepot. And to think, he'd volunteered to re-enlist.
"Although now that I think about it, I can't remember a morning when you didn't semi-consciously stumble in here," Kara remarked as she sipped from her own mug with one hand, typing in commands into her computer with the other. "Are you getting enough sleep in your off hours?"
"I'm lucky if I make it to the bed." Domon savored the aroma before gulping it all down. He poured himself another mug. "I've been busy."
Her work in the police department part of the Bureau done for now, Kara stood up and gathered her things with her free hand. "Busy with what?"
"Sion, of course. He keeps me up all night."
It was when Kara smiled again (the one that never failed to make him feel uneasy) that it dawned on Domon that he really, really needed to re-phrase what he had just said. "Um, we talk. To each other. Because he gets lonely at nights, and--"
"Of course you do, Lieutenant," she beamed as she almost skipped down the hallway. "You just keep telling yourself that!"
"What?! It's true! All we ever do is talk!" he shouted to the retreating, giggling figure. "I have to; otherwise he builds robots to keep him company!"
As the sound of Kara's laughter rang in his ears, Domon gave up and returned his attention back to his coffee. "She wouldn't be laughing so hard if she'd ever met Robota."
