The door slammed open, hitting the wall with a bang; the echo lasting more than a few seconds. A man stormed through the doorway, breezing past two gentlemen standing by the kitchen counter, preparing dinner for that evening. A few seconds later, another man came through; this time, he was accompanied by a young woman.
"What did you do now?" the man asked, as they followed the other down the hallway.
"I didn't do anything!" the woman insisted, holding up the front of her skirts to keep up. "I honestly don't know how you men think! Do you always have to start fights and try to outdo the other?"
The sound of banging and items being tossed about, rang out through the main floor of the house.
"Oh for heaven's sake!" the woman huffed, pushing past her partner. "When I get my hands on him…"
A few seconds later, the woman's shouting could be heard. "CHRISTOPHER PIKE! I DEMAND THAT YOU PUT THAT BOTTLE OF BRANDY DOWN!"
Jim snorted from the hallway, taking his time to enter the library. He heard footsteps behind him and turned, spotting Scotty and Pavel coming out of the kitchen.
"What's all the fuss about?" Scotty asked, holding a dishcloth in his hands. "And why did Pike come storming in like a banshee?"
"Lovers quarrel," Jim shrugged, as both men nodded; clearly understanding what was occurring between Christopher and Lavinia
"I SAID, PUT IT DOWN!" Lavinia shrieked, before the sound of glass breaking echoed in the hallway.
"Shouldn't we help them?" Pavel asked, looking from Scotty to Jim. "I mean, what if he…"
Jim snorted, "What? Hurts her?" he asked, as Pavel nodded. "Pike wouldn't harm a red hair on her pretty little head."
Scotty chuckled, "The lass would hurt him instead," he said, slapping the young man on the shoulder. "Give 'em an hour and they'll be fine! Now, shall we head back into the kitchen? I have a sandwich that needs to be finished!"
…
Lavinia managed to knock the bottle of brandy out of Christopher's hand, before grabbing his arm. She shuffled him across the hall, glaring at Jim and the others, before pulling Christopher inside the room; she managed to slam the door hard enough, cracking some of the wood near the hinges.
"What on earth do you think you're doing?!" she snapped turning to face him. "We could've been caught!"
Christopher turned to look at her, "You were kissing him!" he shouted.
"I thought it was you!" she yelled, shaking her head. "You said that he wouldn't be at the goddamn party and he was!"
Earlier, after weeks of preparation, the two of them plus Jim, had traveled to Southern France; 1910 to be exact. After Christine's murder and the declaration of war on Starfleet, everyone was on edge. Hours were spent doing research and plotting attacks on Starfleet's every move; Jim's hacking skills along with Pavel's were beneficial to each mapped out time jump. So when Christopher decided to take the identity of the aide to London's top banker, no one expected for the real Mr. Davis to show up.
"Oh come on!" Christopher scoffed. "If it were me, you would've known! Each disguise is made so that the only people to see the real identity are those who have the same program on themselves!"
Lavinia rolled her eyes, "It doesn't help when you tell me to act the part!" she snapped. "Make sure you don't draw any attention to yourself, Lavinia! Blend in with the others, Lavinia! Don't screw the goddamn mission up, Lavinia!"
Christopher shook his head, "This is why I don't like you traveling! You're always getting caught in the middle of chaos!"
She gasped, "WELL WHO ELSE WOULD GO AS YOUR GODDAMN MISTRESS!?" she screeched. "It's not MY fault that you picked a disgusting, poor excuse of a man, who cheats on his wife OPENLY for all to see!"
He stopped to stare at her, watching as she continued to rant. "I don't like traveling with you either! You're so goddamn bossy and you pick the WORST places to go! It's either raining or I have to listen to one ridiculous, vile, attempt to a pick up line!"
"You were drinking too much," Christopher said. "I saw you taking glass after glass from the servants."
She rolled her eyes, " What else was I supposed to do?" she asked. "You told me to stand around and mingle! As if I had anything in common with those people to begin with!"
When Christopher started chuckling, Lavinia turned to look at him. "What is so funny?" she asked. "I don't see how you storming through the house like a wild boar, could be so funny."
Christopher took three long steps across the room, standing before her in an instant. "Do you realize how lovely you are when you're mad?" he asked, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You know, I didn't get a chance to tell you how beautiful you looked this evening."
Lavinia rolled her eyes, "Now you want to talk about how beautiful I am?" she asked, earning a nod from him. "You're unbelievable!" she shook her head.
"But you still love me. No?" he asked, wrapping his arm around her.
"How lucky of me," she said quietly, before kissing him. "How very lucky of me."
….
"So," Jim looked up from his plate. "Did she finally kill him or are they going at it like rabbits?"
Pavel blushed, while Scotty snickered. "Ah bet yeh 20 pounds, that they're going at it!"
"Can we not talk about them like this?" Pavel groaned. "Miss Lavinia isn't that kind of lady!"
Jim and Scotty laughed, "Not that kind of lady?" Jim asked. "Pavel, they've been screwing since we got here!"
Almost four months after arriving to Bunker Bay, and the untimely death of Christine Chapel; Lavinia and Christopher had moved to the next level of their relationship. The only reason why Jim knew of the change was due to the misfortune of hearing them in the library one rainy afternoon. Then it was Leonard snapping at Jim for the disappearance of condoms in his new medical lab.
"I get you want to have fun with the local girls in town," he said one morning over coffee. "But two boxes? That's 40- fucking condoms, Jim! How many people are you planning to sleep with?"
The disappearance of condoms weren't the only tall-tell signs to prove that Christopher and Lavinia were finally going at it. The worn out look they both possessed was equivalent to that of a couple who spent the entire evening having sex; there was no way the two of them stayed up all night playing chess.
"Our darling Lavinia has finally tamed our disgruntled boss," Jim grinned. "Should we place bets for the unexpected pregnancy?"
Scotty choked on his drink, "Ah pray they are playing it safe!"
"Oh they are," Jim nodded. "Bones keeps bitching about the missing condoms in his medical cabinet!"
"And let me guess, "Pavel sighed. "He thinks it's you that's taking them all?"
Jim nodded, "Yup!" he smiled. "God, what I would give to have some physical action around this place. None of the local girls are doing it for me, which is upsetting. Their accents are so fucking hot."
Pavel groaned, "I'm going to finish my lunch up in my room," he said, standing up. "I really don't want to picture anyone having sex. Especially when I have to work with them all day long."
They watched, with amused grins, as Pavel scurried out of the kitchen with his dish. Jim then turned to face Scotty, a playful grin on his face.
"So," he picked up his cup. "Will 300 dollars suffice to the impending arrival of our holy savior?"