Author's Note: This sort of came to me when I'm supposed to be writing other things so had to write it.

Enjoy.


The parlour was dimly lit with a song playing softly as their Captain sat hunched over the desk sorting through papers trying to find a new lead on Vandal Savage. Sara frowned, she knew she didn't really have any right to berate anyone about looking after their health but Gideon had asked that she help.

"You know you need to get some sleep right?" Sara said, letting the occupant of the room know she was standing there.

"I can't," the soft voice floated back, the distinctive English accent sharper than usual, "I need to find where he is."

"Miranda," Sara stepped inside, "You need to sleep."

Shaking her head Miranda glanced at Sara before she turned back to her work, "I'll sleep when I get them back."

"Please take some rest," Gideon spoke up, "Captain Hunter would not want you to make yourself ill..."

"Well he isn't here, Gideon," Miranda snapped, "And I'm now in charge."

Suddenly the lights turned off and Sara forced the smile off her face at the anger covering Miranda's.

"Gideon!"

"One of Captain Hunter's directives was that whenever you were onboard I watch over you the same as I would him," Gideon reminded her.

"And you'd just turn off the lights on him?" Sara asked interested.

There was a slight pause before Gideon replied, "If he was neglecting his health and required rest, of course."

Sara turned to the woman they were helping and shrugged, "I think you've lost this argument. Go, sleep for a few hours then get something to eat."

Miranda sighed, her hand automatically playing with the locket she wore which held a picture of her husband and son.

"They wouldn't want you to make yourself ill," Sara said softly, "You know that."

Sighing again Miranda left the parlour and walked with the former assassin through the corridors.

"You know Rip would be so much worse," Miranda sighed before laughing sadly, "And extremely bad tempered to boot."

Sara gently rested a hand on Miranda's shoulder, "I'm looking forward to meeting him."

x

Miranda let out a long sigh as the door closed. Undressing she pulled on one of Rip's t-shirts to sleep in before sliding under the covers and holding his pillow close.

"Gideon?"

"Yes, Mrs Hunter."

Miranda hugged the pillow tighter, "I need to save them."

"I know," Gideon replied softly, "I need you to save them too."

Miranda sighed, "I know Rip is your Captain but I should be able to access everything. Is there any way to connect with me temporarily?" It was a question she'd asked several times already.

"Not without returning to the Vanishing Point," Gideon told her again.

"The Time Masters wouldn't exactly welcome us with open arms since I basically stole you," Miranda punched her pillow, "I didn't finish my training, Gideon and it's been so many years since I left. I am making this up as I go along while trying to appear competent in front of the others."

"You were first in your class," Gideon reminded her, "Beating Captain Hunter in all areas."

Miranda let out a soft chuckle, "Which he hated."

"He will be very proud of how you are leading the team," Gideon assured her, "And taking care of me."

"You're his best friend," Miranda whispered as sleep pulled her down, "I couldn't let anything happen to you."

"As I cannot let anything happen to you," Gideon said softly once Miranda had fallen asleep.