I'm a medic not a Bodybuilder

by I-Really-Love-Pans

This is just a fluffy little thing between my new favorite ship. Chamoen! Or Rebilly? I don't know. It's cute and I'm sorry if anything is outta context but it just something I wrote for myself, and I really like it. So hope someone out there enjoys this and maybe convinces me to add more to it? rated for Horror in-case I add more to it.

Billy made a crack at Rebecca for not being able to push a box out of their path.

"You sure are a weakling, I thought you went through physical training in the R.P.D?"

Rebecca turned to face him, "Excuse me Mr. Macho, but I'm a Medic, Not a Bodybuilder!"

Billy turned to face her as well and was about to smart off at her again but, she was staring at him with those big, doe eyes.. he lost his words.

"Are you ok?" Rebecca asked Billy.

He shook his head clearing his thoughts, "umm yes, here I'll move it, don't worry.

Billy moved to push the box out of the blocked doorway, Rebecca watched him in silence, watching the way his muscles flexed as he pushed the large object.

Billy stood up smoothing back his hair, he looked at Rebecca.

"Shall we move on?"

"Umm yes, yes of course." With their guns out, they walked through the door into a dark hallway.

"Sure could use a flashlight..." mumbled Rebecca.

Billy reached into the pocket in his jeans and pulled out his lighter.

"Gotcha covered."

Rebecca and Billy looked to one another before moving on down the now dimly lit hallway.