Disclaimer: I own nothing! NOTHING I TELL YOU! This isn't mine, I only use the characters to fulfill my weird ideas. (Wait does that sound creepy?) Anyway, consider yourself disclaimed.
Author's note: OK, so it doesn't seem like it but this will with Taylor/Wash later. I'm still in denial and acting like that one part of the season finale didn't happen (*sob* you know what I'm talking about).
It was well after the sun had fallen for the day. Jim Shannon strode up to Commander Taylor's front door. His mind was working through his request for a team to go OTG later this week. Frankly, he was still uncomfortable going OTG without a contingent that had a strong military background. Sixers had attempted to break into Outpost 6, reasons unknown; the logical next step, send in the investigator. Jim wanted Wash and at least another to cover his ass 'in case of carno and/or Sixer'. Dunham, Reilly, maybe Reynolds. Jim thought to himself; Reynolds may attempt to save my life, I'm then in debt to him, therefore I lose leverage as Scary Dad. Wash! What he knew is that he needed Wash. He's relatively sure she could kill any dino or Sixer with her bare hands.
Absently he knocked at the Commander's door, it swung open before he had a chance to gather himself.
"Shannon?" Taylor said, sounding somewhat surprised. He was dressed as usual, black pants, black shirt, but the lack of weapons strapped to his person was somewhat disturbing to Jim. Taylor glanced behind Jim, causing the Sheriff to peek back as well.
"Are you expecting someone else, sir?"
"Actually, yes." Taylor offered an amused smile. "What can I do for you?"
"I need Wash!" The word spilled forth from Shannon's mouth, he realized how awkward they seemed out of context. Inwardly he cringed. Before he had the opportunity to elaborate, Taylor's eyes widened noticeably, he cleared his throat.
"What?" he said sharply. Narrowing his steel blue eyes at the Sheriff.
"OTG…me…tomorrow…don't want to be eaten…" Jim was babbling incomplete sentences. "I need Wash, to…protect…me." His eyebrows rose, hoping for an approval. Also from the glare he received, he hoped not to be struck.
Thankfully, Taylor let out a chuckle. Shannon felt a warm rush of relief run through his body.
The commander simply stated "Smart man. Wash is the best person to have your back."
Shannon heard footsteps behind him; he spun quickly half expecting the raven-haired Lieutenant behind him. Instead there was a rather buxom and decidedly attractive blonde walking slowly up the steps towards the two of them. Jim recognized her from the orchard. A Paleobotanist, that was her function. Her name currently escaped him, she was known around the colony as Hot Botanist. Jim had had limited interactions with the woman. He guessed her age to be about 35, but she had men of all ages falling at her feet. She wore an indecently short skirt, and a shirt that offered a healthy view of her ample bosom.
"Audrey." The commander greeted her.
She slid past Jim offering him on a brief nod in acknowledgement, she leaned in towards Commander Taylor and offered him greeting by way of a non-too-platonic kiss. She continued inside, sliding her hand possessively across Taylor's chest as she passed.
Shannon stood agape on the Commander's doorstep, staring past the older man. Two snapping fingers brought his attention back to the figure directly in front of him. "Shannon?" The commander waited a beat. "Wash, is OTG with you to Outpost 6. If there is nothing else, I'm going to attend to *ahem* other matters." Taylor turned back to the woman pouring two glasses of amber liquid.
Jim, rather distractedly said "you… you have Hot Botanist in your house. Is, this a" he whispered the last word "date?".
Taylor narrowed his eyes at the Sheriff and smirked in response to his question; "Don't seem so surprised Shannon, I'm not a priest." The door closed.
Shannon stood for another long moment, bewildered. He wondered if this was a topic of conversation that he could broach with Wash. However, something told him that if he did, he may be carno-bait OTG.