Disclaimer: Don't own the charries!

A/N:The was just a 10 min challenge on ex-isle. I found it while cleaning up the files on my school laptop.

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I watch my favorite humanoid alien over at the table. Trance has been flipping the same coin for who knows how long. I'm not sure why she's so amused by it. And, as her best friend, I know how easily she can be amused! Why the coin?

My own eyes follow it curiously. It goes up, flipping constantly, until gravity pulls down on it until it lands back in her waiting hand. I see the grin spread on her face and her muttering tails. The same thing continued a few more times. Dylan, who was sitting at the bar, noticed my staring. He too took an interest in this original hobby.

I watched his reaction closely. That's something I had learned how to do in my years of solitude. I had become a psychologist. No, I didn't spend hours in a stuffy room listening to some quack! But I did learn how to read people. (Spending time as a thief doesn't do as much as I thought. No, I'm not admitting I didn't know something. It just took me longer to realize it! Anywho!)

Our once captain was watching Trance even more intently then I had. What was he thinking? Maybe it was about how she changed. Did that irk him? Those two had always been close. Even when Trance was purple and giddy. So it couldn't be the physical or mental change in her.

The year before Archology I saw their bond become constantly stronger. You'd rarely find one too far from the other. Here, though, it was fraying.

With Trance's amnesia-like state, I would have thought that it would have progressed this odd relationship. Instead, though, it had only made both drift in different directions.

Dylan always felt responsible for everyone around here. So why did he ignore someone who needed him the most? There's only so much my ingenious charms can do!

After his brief contemplation, I saw him stand up and wander over to her…smiling? Dylan hadn't been happy since the reappearance of Flavin. I have no clue what went on that day, but, whatever it was, it must have been something bad. He had avoided us all for a few days. He wouldn't go near Trance.

They're talking now. She's avoiding him and answering him at the same time. Could it be that our precious Trance is nervous? I smirk and grab two glasses of my finest "kiddies" drinks. If there's one thing I've learned, it's that my friend can't hold her alcohol. I'm not about to get her blubbering and crying or giggling fiercely this early in the day.

For a moment I debate picking up only one glass, a large one, and throwing two straws into it. But I don't think either will recognize the Earth joke. Even if one did, I don't think they'd realize it pertained to them.

As I tiptoed over with the liquid in hand, I couldn't help but notice the smirk on Dylan's face. I gingerly set the glasses down, trying to conceal the plan I had in my head. And they say I'm a bad actor!

I swagger back to my station whistling softly to myself. I turned around just in time to see Dylan snatch the coin from Trance's palm and tease her with it. Maybe they're not so separated. Maybe it just took Dylan a little time to get used to the fact that the Trance he cared about (Come on, he wasn't fooling me! Besides. I had a certain android that is very observant indeed on my side. The Harper is so good!) wasn't there. Did this mean he was willing to try to get part of the old her back?

I wasn't sure. But maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of something. In fact, I'll bet you three drinks!