Author note: This takes place after 'Space' and is my third try in SGU fan fiction. I've concentrated on a pre TJ/Greer 'ship. This piece is even shorter than those and feels awkward. I hope you'll leave a review and let me know if I've done anything right. The last vignette fell on dead ears.
A Quiet Moment
The makeshift sickbay was finally quiet. The battle was over and TJ, had, to the best of her ability, made her patients comfortable. She sat cross legged on the lone empty bed and reviewed the list of injuries.
"How's it going?" asked Greer, sauntering into her triage center. As usual, he held his weapon high on his chest and his posture was ram rod straight. There was danger in his presence, one she was sure he had cultivated over time.
"Better now," she replied, flatly.
"Not sure how I should take that," he said, lip curling into a smile.
"Take it both ways," she said, meeting his eyes with a weary gaze. "Want to sit down?"
He moved effortlessly to foot of the bed where she was and sat on the edge, leave a more than respectable distance between them.
"I don't bite," TJ said, relaxing and laying the report aside.
Greer grinned. "History says different."
She ignored the comment even with the grin; likely proffered to disarm her.
"You and Scott did really well in the battle today," she said to change the subject.
"Thanks," he replied, sincerely. "We surprised even ourselves. It's not like we're experienced pilots."
"Lots of time on your hands, I image," she said. "For training, I mean."
"Something like that. You're no slouch yourself, Doc. From what I hear, you busted your ass in here."
She lowered her eyes sheepishly and felt heat rise into her face. It was a strange feeling to be embarrassed by such a compliment. But she had been out of sorts lately.
"We did what we had to do," she said. "It was tough, though, managing civilian help."
"I imagine so," he replied, conspiratorially. "Handling crises is not their strong suit."
She nodded but didn't completely agree. "That a broad statement, Greer. There are a few who know what they're doing."
"Fair enough."
After almost thirty seconds of silence, TJ added. "This is weird, isn't it?"
"What?" he replied, quietly.
"Us. Here. Trying to carry on a civil conversation."
Greer looked her in the eye. "We could just go somewhere and…"
She reached out and slapped his arm hard. "Don't be jackass," she said, without much venom. He would pick up on that.
"Just sayin'," he drawled. "But perhaps another tack would have a better result. Would like to join me for dinner tonight?"
She looked at him askance. "What are you doing?"
"If I've told you once, I've told you at least twice, you can trust me. Date?"
She squinted her eyes and regarded with a pointed stare.
"Ok," she agreed.