A/N: So… I have written this one with the kind help of author Killercereal who randomly e-mails me with great ideas.

I have been writing for AMW sequel - that shit is happening! Lol anyways, I really enjoyed writing this story because it came from a place of the 'TV Chemistry duos' that fight crime and inevitably fall in love (which I love) like Beckett and Castle, or Booth and Bones but what i think the Brittana version of that would be. Of course everything is made up and set in a futuristic universe because Brittany works as a unicorn in that world. There's a lot of planets and stuff, but when I wrote it I wrote with a no 'alien' mind but with the view that people existed on all sorts of different planets and were just people, like how people exist on different countries. So Earth is like the America of the planets.

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Professor Pierce

Brittany smiles at herself in a bathroom mirror and says, "Hey."

She frowns afterwards, not quite pleased with how it sounded, before attempting again by adding, "Hey, Santana."

She holds her smile for a second, and then another second and finally says, "Hi Santana."

She ends up pouting at her reflection and then leaning in close so as to fix a wry strand of her blonde hair.

Eyebrow wiggle? *wiggle, wink, grin*

Hell no. That makes her look like her eyebrows are having a seizure.

Maybe if she side-grins? That could work… not.

There's a knock on the door, followed by a muffled "Professor? Are you alright?"

"I think my front teeth are uneven," Brittany says aloud in response.

She sighs at herself in disappointment before she exits the small bathroom (after quickly making sure her breath is reasonable of course. Minty fresh – at least that was working for her).

She nods at her accompanying guide before they continue down the Army Base Zero hallway to where Earth's Military Task Force, known to most civilians as 'The Army', was currently hosting an important meeting to discuss a current threat to Planet Earth.

The first thing Brittany noticed when she entered the highly secured area was not that everyone went silent upon her entrance, nor that a few scientists in the corner started 'fangirling' at her presence, but that Admiral Santana Lopez was not there.

"Where's Santana?" she asked the young Sergeant that had accompanied her entrance into the Base (and stopover at the bathroom to prepare herself for meeting Santana).

Had she practiced for no reason? Shit.

He looks lost and stutters, "um…"

"Professor Pierce?" A tall man who looked in his fifties approaches her, "My, you're even younger than your photo suggests."

"That was taken in the dry airs of the Arctic Moons," Brittany shakes his offered hand and grins, "Not a fun adventure for my skin but totally worth it."

He flushes, and a quick glance at his military jacket informs her that he has the five-star General rank. Damn, she was really starting to be considered important to them, wasn't she?

"Commander-General Richards, I take it?" She asks him rhetorically. "Is the situation that bad?"

She feels kind of bad now, because a few army officers tried getting in touch with her for help but she ignored them. When Santana called, only then did she bother coming. How was she to know it was really that threatening of a circumstance?

"I'm afraid so," he gestures she follow him to where other high-ranked military officers are gathered standing around a projection table discussing strategy.

The projection shows her images as he explains, "Heserectotemia's leader was assassinated and the government taken over by a tyrant, calling herself Lady Poria. She's declared war with Earth, Venus, and Gaff, and it looks like we'll be preparing for battle."

Brittany's head never stops. Rather, her mind is always thinking. She processes the situation and knows why her help is needed: to avoid a war from happening.

Which is easy, peasy, aluminum squeazy for her.

"This is preposterous," One of the lower ranked Generals, an angry redheaded woman says suddenly (her weird twang suggests Venusian noble bitch), "Admiral Lopez is way out of line assuming a Professor knows best in this situation. Commander-General, this is wasting our time!"

"Admiral Lopez, where is she?" Brittany asks hopefully and slyly indicates (demands), "I'll need her help specifically."

Because Santana Lopez only ever spent time with her when they were on missions and Brittany loved every second of it. (Just because the Earth was in danger didn't mean she couldn't enjoy saving it.)

"General Sacks is right," another General says, voicing his support of the redheaded Venusian. "Professor Pierce, no offence, but this is a Global threat and even though your brilliance is respected and recognized by this institution, this is a very major threat. Your experience on the field is limited to consulting missions with Admiral Lopez who herself has not been in the field for months, none of which-"

"I mean, I didn't do much," Brittany says interrupting him because the fact that Santana hadn't been in the field was worrisome given their last meeting, "just happened to invent this projection table right here and the upgrade of your weapons and the filtered conditioner system that allows us to recycle and breathe clean air… and the electrical template that services our whole planet's energy, and really when I accompanied Santana on missions we only saved twelve or so planets and species and… let's not waste anymore time! Here's my plan: me and Admiral Lopez will infiltrate Heserectotemia while you distract them with attempts of war negotiation. Cool?"

She glances at the dumbfounded faces surrounding her and smiles brightly. She was above being humble in this situation. Actually, she was always above being humble. She ruled.

"What do you plan on doing?" the Commander-General eventually asks her while his colleagues tried not to look embarrassed.

"It's simple, I'll read up on the flight over there -which Admiral Lopez will pilot in her cute little jet- about the Heserectotemia Trible-Four-Tech Core and then by the time I get there I'll dismantle it so you guys can swoop in and save Heserectotemia from the crazy Lady of whatever Pours and their govenerment can be restored."

"That feels too simple," The Commander-General adds in thought, sounding relieved.

"Simple is best," Brittany tells him. "It's how I perfected neurosurgery."

"Well," the previously skeptical redhead who was now on board with the plan said, "unfortunately Professor, we've got Admiral Lopez stationed at Zanta-Hara four hundred thousand miles from Heserectotemia and time is of the essence."

Brittany pouted before brightening once again and saying, "oh well! I'll need a lift there to pick her up then."

"We've got our Admiral of the Fleet, Jason Jibuwe right here," General Sacks gestures to her right where an exceptionally good-looking man of impressive height and stature steps forward, ready for service.

Brittany has spent all morning perfecting the way her blonde hair set and finding the sexiest 'pretending I didn't try to be sexy' outfit. Her middle-part, lightly waved hair and skintight jeans and constricting sweater were meant for Santana, not Santana's good-looking superior officer.

"No." She says.

"But, I'm Admiral Lopez's boss," Jason says, "I'm therefore more qualified and capable of seeing this mission through."

"Fallacy," Brittany says to him. "And Santana is the only one in this Army I trust with my life and I'm sure all of you understand why that is."

They've read Santana's file most likely. They know exactly why Santana hasn't been able to enter the field for a while.

"Of course," the Commander says softly, "but Admiral Lopez has not yet been cleared for field duty and Admiral Jibuwe is very trustworthy, I personally assure you."

"I'm the best pilot in the fleet," Jason adds seriously. "And I respect your work very much."

That's nice and all, but Santana is what she came for.

"She's my best friend though," Brittany tells him gently before adding, "but if you really want to you can drop me off at her location, right?"

Zanta-Hara Ship:

Santana sipped on her coffee and waited as a jet boarded the ship dock. Brittany was now on board and like always, Brittany's genius mind had come up with a solution to 'save the day.'

Or in this case prevent a lot of death and shit.

She stood in front of the boarding doors and smiled as Brittany entered the cabin and headed straight for her.

"Hi!" Brittany said happily before shyly looking down, "Um, Santana. Hey."

Santana tried to ignore the way her heart fluttered (they hadn't seen each other in a while) and held up her coffee as an offering, "you can have the rest of this. I'll just put on my gear and grab you a proof-vest."

Brittany accepted the coffee and Santana saluted her superior, Jason, as he followed in after Brittany.

"Admiral Lopez," he nodded, looking a little put off with her.

"Sir," she raised an eyebrow, wondering if Brittany told him something odd (like that time Santana revealed she found her boss asshole-ish).

"I'll assume your station while you accompany Professor Pierce into Heserectotemia," he sniffed and then twirled on his heel to leave them alone.

Santana walked into her room on the battleship, ignoring the soldiers who saluted her and whispered as she passed by because The Professor Pierce was walking behind her and therefore the heroic duo Professor Brittany Pierce and Admiral Santana Lopez was reunited to save another planet and stop another war – in the words of inter-planet journalist Mikayla McTavish, their number one fan.

They hadn't been on a mission in a long time or even spoken, really, because…

"How's the arm?" Brittany asks when they're in the privacy of Santana's room.

Santana doesn't answer, instead she glances awkwardly up at Brittany and then starts grabbing some combat gear. She arms herself with a few laser-guns and throwing knives before snapping on her own black proof-vest (another personal Pierce-grade invention) and holding her spare up for her friend to take and wear.

Brittany smiles at the pink crown on hers. These vests had been Santana's birthday presents a few years ago.

"Santana," Brittany puts the empty coffee cup on a nearby table and then starts putting on the vest, "you can't avoid me and my intrusive questions forever."

"It's fine," Santana holds up her right arm and wiggles the fingers. They were encased in black leather but they whirred from the mechanical motions.

The sounds of which made Santana cringe noticeably.

Brittany grabs the hand and starts to remove the leather glove, but Santana snatches it back abruptly before she can inspect the metal beneath.

"We better set off," she tells the Professor before leading the way back out and past the soldiers again to the boarding dock.

"We've got a whole nine minutes together in that shuttle," Brittany says as they ignore the saluting soldiers and board Santana's personal Jet 77. It still has a long scratch on the door from one of their first missions together when they got stuck in a meteor shower.

"Joy," Santana says as she buckles into her pilot seat. Brittany sits on the adjacent seat to the side, much more comfortable and with a cat's bobblehead starting to rattle as Santana engaged flight.

"You kept it!" Brittany says happily, flicking the bobblehead with her hand.

"Not like I fly with anyone else," Santana says to Brittany with a smirk. "So, Pierce. How have you been? Still dating that weird weight-lifter?"

"No I dumped him," Brittany says casually. "So I could date his sister. According to the tabloids I've been dating that Tyrule actor… but really, I just slept with her twin cousins. But yeah, I'm single."

She emphasizes 'single' and notices Santana twitch. Either that or she was trying not to sneeze.

"You're taking to the arm really well," Brittany starts off when Santana doesn't comment on dating anymore, "considering you're the only person I've ever given a robotic limb to-"

"Can we not talk about the arm?" Santana says quickly.

"You know me, I love talking about my work…" she jokes before saying with a very serious tone, "No one can hear us, Santana."

Santana engages autopilot and swivels her chair to face Brittany, knowing her friend isn't going to drop it anytime soon. She extends her right arm in submission and admits, "It hurts, mostly at night."

Brittany removes the leather glove and analyzes the metal hand in its entirety. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Santana stretches her fake fingers and then closes them into a fist (her face gets long and sad when she realizes she can't feel Brittany's touch). "I'm telling you now, aren't I? Look it's just… I had enough of the psychiatrists after the accident I just want to pretend my arm works, you know? I'm really not that traumatized."

"You lost an arm, you need to talk about it to somebody."

"Pierce." Santana leans back and puts the leather glove back on the metal fingers. "What's done is done, okay? You're a genius and this robotic arm can still fly ships and aim my rifle, which I'm forever thankful for otherwise I'd be out of a job. Now, we're going to land in fifty seconds so lets do what we do best and fuck shit up."

Brittany smiles sadly as Santana puts her walls back up and starts landing them in Heserectotemia to face the music.

"I wish you'd just talk to me," Brittany says to her just before they land. "I missed you."

Santana hears her but doesn't respond. Instead, she stands up after landing, clears her throat and says, "I always got your back Britt, that hasn't changed."

Brittany doesn't mention to Santana that she knows Santana cut her own arm off. She recognized the way it was detached and she thinks she knows why Santana did it but doesn't have to courage to bring it up because…

What if she's wrong? That would be embarrassing.

Heserectotemia:

Santana leads the way with her quiet-quick steps and rifle at the ready. Brittany has a magnetic aerospace inversion scanner (her own invention) to help navigate the way to the Heserectotemia Trible-Four-Tech Core.

Brittany can't help herself from staring at Santana's very firm (and well-toned from sweaty military class exercise) ass. It was a perk of her position and she was nothing if not an optimist.

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

"Be careful and stay close," Santana says.

"Don't worry, I am," Brittany says dreamily, stepping close and letting herself catch a whiff of Santana-hair.

"Good," Santana ducks and scans the area with her body-warmth vision glass before walking again, unaware of Brittany's lip biting and appreciation. "Because my right ear is still damaged from that explosion in Qurangahar. My reflexes might be a little slow."

"Another thing you should have told me," Brittany tells her. Her scanner turns red so Brittany adds, "we're here! The main frame will be inside that metal gate."

"You mean the one guarded by giant men with turbo-lazers? Of course it's that one."

"Just like old times," Brittany takes the opportunity to lean in and kiss Santana's cheek "for good luck! I'll go up and you go ahead!"

Santana grumbles and darts forward before taking aim and shooting the first round. With the guards distracted by the Admiral's shots, Brittany starts scaling the metal scaffolding to approach from the ceiling. She's also been a pretty decent gymnast in her spare time.

It takes her about three minutes of careful scaling before she falls behind the occupied guards. Santana stops firing so that her stray lazers won't hit Brittany and the guards move closer thinking she's out of ammo.

Brittany is in, closing the door behind her after she sees the main frame which stands at ten-feet tall and is full of wires for her to play with. She snaps out of her trance as she hears yelling outside and the sounds of lazers going off, Santana probably wants her to hurry up as fast as she can and Brittany doesn't want Santana in crossfire too long. Plus, how hard can dysfunctioning a planet's core be?

It takes her three attempts before the Heserectotemia Trible-Four-Tech Core shuts itself down, and then she recodes it so they can hold the power hostage during peace negotiations.

So yeah, ten minutes and she's exiting the same way she got in, and Santana is nowhere to be found…

"Pierce!" A thick cord of rope dangles in front of her and Brittany's eyes go wide. Sure she likes thrill, but… okay yeah, she grabs the rope and lets Santana fly them out of there because some guy totally tried to lazer her ass.

The rope reels her in with a magnetic ray and Brittany knows it's a very strong magnet, after all she invented the thing to upgrade Santana's jet, but that doesn't stop her from punching Santana's robotic arm when she's safely inside the cockpit.

Santana has the decency to look worried, "they were gaining on me, I had to pull back. Didn't realize you were afraid of heights."

Brittany's hand is the one that hurts after smacking and she rubs it on her thigh, "I'm not afraid of anything."

"Then why'd you hit me and freak out?"

"Because that was so Santana of you and-and I hit your robotic arm so its not like you felt anything!"

"You alright?" Santana asks calmly once they're back on track and headed to base.

Brittany is most definitely alright, because in her worry Santana was now gently touching her shoulder, with her non-robotic soft hand, and it was amazing.

"Yeah," she said shyly. "Thanks."

Santana freezes as she notices the physical closeness and clears her throat before awkwardly pulling her hand back.

Brittany blames the adrenaline for her bold accusation of, "don't be afraid for what you feel."

Santana doesn't give her anything except silence and Brittany feels (humiliated) let down. Even the bobblehead taunts her.

Earth Army Base:

Brittany enjoys the fact that Admiral of the Fleet, Jason Jibuwe, can dance without stepping on her feet which makes him the first dancer of the night to do so.

Really. She expected the military to be more coordinated in general.

"So, um… Professor Pierce," he asks her as they waltz to the violins, "May I say that I find your mind incredibly attractive?"

"You may," Brittany smiles at him.

He blushes and opens his mouth again, only to be cut off by Admiral Lopez who appears suddenly and looks bored our of her mind.

"Brittany," Santana makes them stop dancing. "I owe you a dance."

Brittany is mad at her, of course, but this scenario is pretty extraordinary. She's only danced with Santana once before, when they first started hanging out and were enjoying a club together (a night that ended in memory loss and matching tattoos). But slow-dancing? Only in her most romantic dreams!

She ignored Jason's hopeful gaze and jumps into Santana's arms immediately.

Santana sighs as her hands glide around Brittany's waist, "great. My boss likes you."

Brittany doesn't have the heart to tell Santana that the proper dance position isn't this close because, well, they're very close. She tightens an arm around Santana's neck and uses the other to impulsively grab Santana's bicorne military hat and place it upon her own head with a mischievous smirk.

"You drunk?" Santana asked her, looking amused.

"Hmmm," Brittany rested their cheeks together. "How else was I supposed to forget how much you hurt me?"

Santana backs out of their embrace and gently tugs on Brittany's hand to lead her out of the military victory ball (an excuse to party was an Army tradition Brittany adored) to the gorgeous garden outdoors.

They kept on walking, holding hands, until they were alone.

"Why are you playing with my feelings?" Brittany asks Santana.

"I'm not," Santana defends, letting go of her hand and looking down at her own feet. "I'm just being a coward."

"About what? About… a relationship?"

"Pretty much," the Admiral whispers regretfully. "I mean, God, Brittany... You're…"

Brittany watches Santana's eyes swell with tears and she feels her own water in turn.

They've been through a a lot of shit together, this really shouldn't be so hard.

"Santana…" she steps closer, "I love you, okay? I'm in love with you."

It's out there, in the open, but Brittany feels like Santana should have caught on and probably has which makes this much more frustrating than it should be.

Santana's arms raise to cover her face and she sobs which makes Brittany's heart pound faster.

"Please talk to me," she begs desperately, trying not to give into the voice in her head saying she's about to be rejected.

Santana drops her arms, and her face is skewed with heavy emotion. Her eyes are red and she raises her right (robotically stiff) arm, "I cut this arm off for you."

Brittany flinches from the truth but listens.

"Fuck, Brittany, I'm nothing. And you? Am I even… good enough for you? I clearly have issues-"

Brittany jumps forward and kisses her, knowing everything will be okay when they both melt at the same time. It wasn't a rejection – Santana was just afraid. She could deal with afraid.

"I do want you," Santana whispers when their lungs demand a breath, causing the next kiss to be even fiercer.

Santana is totally in love with her too, the damn weirdo just can't admit it.

Brittany can't believe this is finally happening. Years of tagging along on Santana's missions and yearning for something more were finally over.

This was happening. Her lips were on Brittany's lips and they wanted each other.

"Brittany," Santana whispers against her lips, "We-"

Brittany moans, not wanting to talk any further because making out was the number one priority.

She started tugging on Santana's Admiral coat sleeve before pulling her cheeks in to keep their faces attached.

She pants and moans, trying to really appeal to Santana who was eagerly returning the kisses with her right arm unmoving while her left hand rested timidly at Brittany's waist.

It was the flashes that made them break apart.

TBC...