Anything
AN: This takes place after episode 1x15 – Forced Perspective, with slight spoilers for that ep, reviews are always welcome.
She lay beside him, resting her head upon a propped up hand, silently watching over him. She slowly wiped two spent tears from her cheeks and sniffed once at the memory: It was two days ago, the night after Dylan had been saved from Moebius, from the hold of that psychotic dictator Venetri. She had had a bad feeling ever since he left to find parts on Sigma Tau Five Drift…
Of course he wouldn't admit anything out of the ordinary had happened once he and Trance returned, but Rommie knew him better than any of the crew, hell, she knew him better than anyone alive. That night he was dwelling on Obs Deck so she went to talk to him.
He grinned as he noted her reflection in the huge expanse of the Observation Deck's main window, "what brings you here at this hour?"
"You did," she answered truthfully and stepped beside him looking out into the void in front of them. "Want to talk about it?" She asked, watching him out of the corner of her eye.
"About what?" He asked, turning a questioning gaze toward her.
"Whatever you're not telling the rest of us about that journey of yours to Sigma Tau." Rommie said, meeting his gaze.
Dylan turned back toward the starry sight, slowly deliberating something and after drawing in a deep breath he turned to her and started to recount the events of his kidnapping.
Rommie shook her head as he finished, she knew he was hiding something but she never expected anything like she just heard, "why didn't you tell me earlier?" she asked concerned, never breaking eye contact.
Dylan just stared at her for a few long seconds before he answered, "I just didn't want to worry you. Besides, it's no big deal anyway."
Rommie couldn't help but smile at her captain's remark. "No big deal?" she whispered unbelieving, "you could have been killed."
"Would it have mattered?" Dylan asked back, "it's not like I'm having a lot of success in rebuilding our Commonwealth."
"Don't you ever think that!" Rommie replied quickly, and after a short sigh she added quietly, "and it would have mattered a lot, it would have mattered everything to me…"
A long moment passed, captain and his ship staring into each others eyes, both pairs, holding a concern and caring for the other pair, but also so much more. Rommie and Dylan slowly nudged towards each other until they were only inches apart. Then Dylan took the last step, and they were kissing…
"Of course something had to give, with Beka going on and on about her little onboard romance." She muttered under her breath as she turned and got out of bed. She slipped on her uniform as quietly as possible and sat carefully next to Dylan. She sniffed back another tear, the memory made bittersweet by what she knew would come next. They had kept everything from the crew until now, so now was the time to rectify the mistake she knew she made two nights ago. "Dylan," she coaxed after taking a deep breath.
Dylan groaned, he was somewhere between wake and sleep, this was the moment of truth. "Dylan, what would you do to get Sara back?" Rommie asked slowly, oh how she'd come to hate that name in the last few hours.
"Anything," came the sleepy answer after a few seconds.
"That's what I thought," Rommie said as tears ran down her cheeks freely, but before the situation could work itself into Dylan's consciousness Rommie was up and gone.
Dylan barely noted the hatch to his quarters close, "Rommie!"