Coffee Break

by Cpt. Kallan Beyda

A series of Vignettes set in the coffee breaks between episodes. We get a glimpse of the young men and woman behind G-Force. Ever wonder about those very private messages Mark sends Princess sometimes. Well our story starts there and demonstrates a lighter side of life, love and laughter.

1. Private Messages

'Mark?' Jill indicated the communicator strapped to Princess's wrist.

She followed the softly spoken words to find her foster daughter. Anderson worked hard to convince Jill to take the young orphan at the age of four. Of course she'd known of his long term plans for her and the others. That'd been the only reason she agreed to cut short her career in ISO intelligence and care for Princess. They'd set her up in this place to give her young charge as normal a life as possible.

'This is, what,' Jill tried to sound sever in her reprimand, 'the third time he's called this morning.

As usual, Mark sent a private message and her ward disappeared. Sitting cross legged, half hidden in the kitchen the young woman ignored her chores in favour of talking. Shaking her head, Jill motioned for the young woman to wrap it up. The evening rush would be here soon enough.

'Mark wants me to meet him at the airfield,' Princess's green eyes pleaded to be excused.

'I'm sure he does,' Jill worked to hide her smile, 'but we have a lot of work to do before the regulars start coming in.'

'It's only two and the lunch rush's finished,' Princess tried, 'I promise to be back by four.'

'The last time you promised,' Jill gave a withering stare, 'you overstepped your curfew by three hours.'

'He needs to talk to me,' Princess tried a different tack. 'You know he finds it hard to express his feelings with anyone else.'

'Is that what you call it?' Jill's merriment couldn't be contained this time. 'Go but be home by three thirty.' As the young woman rushed out to her motorcycle, Jill called, 'and tell him to place the evidence of his eighteen year old male hormones somewhere I can't see the bruises.'

A wide grin crossed Princess's face. 'They healed by the time the rest of the team saw me.'

Shaking her head, Jill knew she'd never report the private messages between the commander and her foster daughter. Anderson would never understand how it felt to be a sixteen year old girl in love. Maybe, she considered, that's why he insisted Princess be placed in my care.