He was out in the kitchen, staring out into the dark canvas and its many starry points, cup of milk in hand and sitting at the family table. Everyone in the family had gone to bed.
Everyone except George Jetson. He had a lot on his mind tonight, but it wasn't the usual haggles with his boss or annoying workload that was bothering him. It was something else…something more.
"George?"
Hearing his name called, he turned to see his beautiful wife slowly approaching him. He gave a smile, hoping that it would be enough to assure her he was okay. "Hi, Janey. Care for some milk?"
But she didn't take the bait. When she stopped in front of him, she asked, "George, what's wrong? Why are you here in the kitchen? It's almost two in the morning." She crossed her arms.
Dropping the façade, he sighed and shrugged. "I couldn't really sleep, so I came in here to get some milk to clear my head. Kind of silly, huh?"
Jane, ever the concerned one, shook her head. "It's not silly. It means there's something occupying your mind." She went up to him, placed her hands on his shoulders, and leaned forward to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Are you still thinking about that television announcement? The one broadcasted by the World Federation this month?"
He nodded as he wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her close. He cast another stare outside the windows, his eyes unusually solemn. "Even if I did file in a report to those Galaxy Rangers, it's hard to sleep knowin' there's some unidentified - and possibly dangerous - flyin' thing out there that no officer of the law can catch. As if the Queen of the Crown wasn't enough to think about." He closed his eyes and sighed again.
He turned back to Jane and cracked a small smile at his feeble attempt to make light of the situation. "But I guess I'm just waiting for it to drop by the house again. I've gotten used to it flying over us so many times it's become a nightly ritual to expect its company."
She smiled a little back. "I can see that. But I don't think you should worry about that creature. The Rangers will find out what it is. Besides, it hasn't hurt anyone as far as we know; all it seems to do is fly over us and then disappear."
His smile completely faltered. "Not really… it did do something, Jane. The other night, after I sent in that report, I saw it do something else other than hover over us like Martian mothers."
Jane frowned. "What do you mean?" When he hesitated, she nuzzled her head against his and promptly sat down in his lap, clasping her arms around him. "You can tell me."
Feeling courage fill his heart thanks to his wife's love for him, he held her closer and said, "Well, I... okay. But you might want to have some milk for what I'm gonna tell you. It might be a bit of a shocker that could take awhile to sink in."
"That's alright, George. I'm listening. But we can share the milk if you'd like." She cuddled her head against his shoulder. "I don't mind."
He paused and then melted into her arms, smiling in gratitude for her support. "Okay. Thanks, honey."
A/N: This drabble, which has been edited from its original format for the sake of storytelling and improvement, is a tie-in to my other fanfic, Shooting Seven Stars. It's not a requirement to read that story, but I would recommend it to understand the context of what's going on. In that story, the Jetsons are part of the same universe as the Galaxy Rangers, but the family does not show up. Orbit City is mentioned in the latest chapter, however, if you want to check out that reference. I liked how this drabble turned out that I decided to smooth out the kinks from the first version and post it here.
Enjoy!