I Can't Do Anything Right
Disclaimer: I don't own Beka, i don't own Dylan, and I don't own the *Eureka Maru* I on;y wish I did, because then i'd be a lot richer than I am now.
Summary: Dylan/Beka, no romance (sadly)
Author's Note: this is just something short that I did when I didn't want to do my homework
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Dylan Hunt walked with some trepidation onto the *Eureka Maru* Hew was looking for his first officer, and he was never sure what he would find when dealing with Beka Valentine.
"What ever I was expecting, it certainly wasn't this," Dylan laughed quietly to himself. Beka was slumped in the pilot's chair of her ship-fast asleep. "Guess those repairs weren't as necessary as she made them out to be." Not wanting to wake her, he sat down quietly to wait.
He didn't have to wait long. Within a few minutes, Beka woke up on her own. She straightened, brushed blond hair back from her eyes, and started to stretch. She stopped mid-stretch when she saw Dylan.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she demanded angrily, glaring daggers at him.
Dylan raised his eyebrows. "I was looking for you, actually."
"Well, why didn't you wake me up then, instead of staring at me?"
Ah, so that was the problem. Dylan decided to go with a joke. "I can't do anything right, can I? You'd have been angry at me if I woke you up, you're mad at me for letting you sleep..." he trailed off pointedly.
Beka had the good grace to blush slightly. She didn't apologize, but it was a start, anyway. "So, what do you want?" she asked with a sigh, anger deflated.
"I came to see if you wanted dinner," Dylan told her, grinning as her blush deepened.
"And I bit your head off," Beka said.
Dylan realized that was as close as he would get to an apology. "Shall we?" he invited.
"Why not?" Beka agreed, and they walked off the *Maru* together. "By the way," she added with a smile, "You can do some things right."
Dylan started to thank her, but she finished with, "You just don't do them very often."
A look of righteous indignation spread across Dylan's face as Beka laughed, good mood returned.
"Comng?" Beka taunted him. "Or is a lack of speed one of those things you can't manage?"
"Oh, I will get you for that one," Dylan muttered as he started after her. "Just you wait..."
Disclaimer: I don't own Beka, i don't own Dylan, and I don't own the *Eureka Maru* I on;y wish I did, because then i'd be a lot richer than I am now.
Summary: Dylan/Beka, no romance (sadly)
Author's Note: this is just something short that I did when I didn't want to do my homework
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Dylan Hunt walked with some trepidation onto the *Eureka Maru* Hew was looking for his first officer, and he was never sure what he would find when dealing with Beka Valentine.
"What ever I was expecting, it certainly wasn't this," Dylan laughed quietly to himself. Beka was slumped in the pilot's chair of her ship-fast asleep. "Guess those repairs weren't as necessary as she made them out to be." Not wanting to wake her, he sat down quietly to wait.
He didn't have to wait long. Within a few minutes, Beka woke up on her own. She straightened, brushed blond hair back from her eyes, and started to stretch. She stopped mid-stretch when she saw Dylan.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she demanded angrily, glaring daggers at him.
Dylan raised his eyebrows. "I was looking for you, actually."
"Well, why didn't you wake me up then, instead of staring at me?"
Ah, so that was the problem. Dylan decided to go with a joke. "I can't do anything right, can I? You'd have been angry at me if I woke you up, you're mad at me for letting you sleep..." he trailed off pointedly.
Beka had the good grace to blush slightly. She didn't apologize, but it was a start, anyway. "So, what do you want?" she asked with a sigh, anger deflated.
"I came to see if you wanted dinner," Dylan told her, grinning as her blush deepened.
"And I bit your head off," Beka said.
Dylan realized that was as close as he would get to an apology. "Shall we?" he invited.
"Why not?" Beka agreed, and they walked off the *Maru* together. "By the way," she added with a smile, "You can do some things right."
Dylan started to thank her, but she finished with, "You just don't do them very often."
A look of righteous indignation spread across Dylan's face as Beka laughed, good mood returned.
"Comng?" Beka taunted him. "Or is a lack of speed one of those things you can't manage?"
"Oh, I will get you for that one," Dylan muttered as he started after her. "Just you wait..."