"Lady, I don't have all day. Do you want to be rescued or not?" Sergeant John Forge asked with a smirk as he slung the MA5B Assault Rifle in his hands over his shoulder, the black metal of the weapon meeting the gray metal of his body armor. Aiming his smirk at the Professor standing before him in the sleeveless black and orange turtleneck.
Despite herself, Professor Ellen Anders felt herself blushing even as she scoffed towards his remark. He had come back for her, fought through God-only-knew how many aliens, the Covenant especially, to get to her. And he saved her at the last minute from...Whatever those creepy things were.
She looked at him, taking in his, in her opinion, attractive appearance. Even if they clashed heads nearly every time they turned around, with his determination to keep her safe, even if he was just keeping her safe because of what the knowledge of her very valuable mind...not many humans had an IQ of 180...and what it could help humanity do towards not only surviving, but winning the current war...and her own headstrong determination to take care of herself...
She had a feeling that, despite how frustrating that had to be for him, for his duty-bound soldier side, That he liked the argumentative, but headstrong quality in her. The quality that made her seek out danger and take it by the horns. The urge to get her hands duty and use her M6C. and that he wished all of the so-called eggheads in the UNSC had her guts.
She was just as surprised as him when she pressed her lips against his cheek softly, having stepped towards him during her musings. "Do you really have to ask?" She whispered, then brought herself together. This wasn't the time or the place to distract the only trained soldier, the only one with a gun that could really do a whole lot against a horde of enemies. "Come to my lab when we get back to the ship." She ordered quietly, as she pulled away and smirked at him.
Forge rose his eyebrow, but handed her the second M6C semi-automatic pistol he had kept on his gear ever since the Arbiter had grabbed her by the neck and kidnapped her. For once restraining himself from making a sarcastic remark...Or maybe he just couldn't think of anything to say, considering she had just KISSED him.
And as sudden as the moment between the two, that spark, had begun, it was over as the professionals came to the front. Sergeant Forge and Professor Anders looked at each other and nodded. John and Ellen could wait. At least for now.
She's see him...the true him, the human side that complimented the sarcastic solider, on the Spirit of Fire.
A/N: This randomly came to mind at one point during my day. I am thinking of making it a multi-chapter fic, with a bunch of drabbles and maybe an AU side that has Forge survive the destruction of the slipspace drive core. But there are no guarantees.