Disclaimer: I do not own any of these beautiful characters from Rookie Blue and everything written is pure fiction. I repeat, just fiction


"You are the best doctor we have here! How am I supposed to hire anyone to compare?" Squeaked the short man, his round cheeks turning red from heat and anxiety.

Holly gave him a sympathetic smile as she continued to clean out her lab, "I'm sure you'll find someone else Wilfred. You found me, remember."

He gave her an incredulous look as he slumped into her chair, not buying her words of comfort. "Is it that dimwit assistant of yours? Whats his name, Ralph, Robert -"

"Rodney," she corrected him with a smirk, skimming through old files of patients she previously had throughout the several years she worked here. She put them in the stack of the things labeled 'Work' and continued going through the half empty cabinet.

"I can switch him with Rochelle, or maybe Cedric," he said frantically, trying to gain ground. "What if I moved you into a bigger lab, something with a window."

"We don't have windows at this station," sighed Holly as she glanced at the clock that hung on the wall. She has twenty minutes before the last travel ship comes through this stop for the evening. "Besides, you know why I need to go."

Wilfred sighed in defeat as he watched his young prodigy finish up around him. "Who's going to run this place when you're gone," he asked glumly, his fingers tangled together anxiously. Holly chuckled as she stood up, brushing off some of the dust that got on her from the older files.

"You will."

"But I'm aging."

"Humans tend to do that."

"Who will take over when I'm dead?"

She gave him a stern look as she grabbed her bag from the desk, checking its contents.

"I better see you at visiting days," he said, glancing at the clock to check how much time they had left. They both knew she wouldn't. No one really ever did at this part of dead space.

Holly firmly nodded, pulling the bag strap around her securely. She took a long last look at her lab, the place she spent most of her career as a pathologist. This was it.

She turned towards the door, peering over at the older man with a lopsided grin. "Are you going to walk me out, Doctor Stewart?"

He rolled his eyes, giving her a dramatic sigh, and heaving himself out of the chair for more effect. "Of course I will, Doctor Stewart."


["Captain, we are losing this battle! I need reinforcements, it looks like the front brigade is falling back. If we move our forces any closer they will ambush us! We're in a pi-" She was cut off by a loud crash resonating behind her, a beam of light shining through the hole she was inhabiting.]

Gail jumped awake in a cold sweat, her head throbbing from the events of last night. Slowly sitting up from the uncomfortable canopy, Gail finally got the courage to look at the time. '14:32…The others must be awake by now…' She stood groggily up on her feet, grabbing firmly on the handle of the bed to keep her head from spinning. For anyone else, the soft hum of the space voyager would not be a bother. In fact, the advertisement to sell the Aegis Redeemer was defined by its 'Slick and Silent' engine, not its power hungry fuel intake, or the massive cargo space. So why did the small vibration of the engine make Gail Peck want to kill someone? Oh that's right. She was hungover.

Stepping out of the small compartment and into the mess hall that inhabited the rest of the crew, Gail blinked rapidly at the insulting light, muttering under her breath on reasons why she didn't just shoot herself before she got up.

"Looks like you had a fun night," chuckled her partner as she fumbled her way to the large wooden table. She could feel all eyes on her, but she let the charade continue for a bit.

"You don't think she had too much fun do you," asked another voice.

"I don't know, maybe we can test that out."

A loud crash sounded behind her and Gail groaned, one hand holding her aching head, while the other was flipping the bird. A roar of laughter came from the crew. Usually she really liked the little gang of mercenaries, which is why they traveled together for the many years they did, but this early in the morning was not to be tempered with, especially after a failure with a bounty. "Remind me why I don't throw you all off this ship," she muttered as she sunk into her seat in the front, clenching her eyes shut wishing the headache away.

"Because then you would have to actually be a captain," teased Traci as she entered holding two cups of coffee, handing one to Oliver and keeping the other for herself.

Gail took a small whiff, sensing coffee and pouted, opening an eye to glare at the two,"Traitors," she scoffed.

"Never fear, Dov Epstein is here," a voice shouted behind her. She narrowed her eyes to glare back at him but gladly wiped it off as she greedily took the coffee that was in his hands. He gave her a toothy grin, bowing in front of the group," The hero has defeated the dragon. I will take all acceptance of gratitude."

"Price, your puppy wants attention," mumbled Gail, laying her head to rest. Dov rolled his eyes as he slumped into a seat next to her, taking back his cup with a full swing. "Hey!"

Chloe smiled at the two arguing, rolling her eyes as she finally made Gail's cup of coffee and handing it to her, receiving a flashy grin from the other.

"This is why I keep you around Price," Gail gave her a appreciated nod and stood up when a distinct alarm went off to signal a new bounty. "Not that you slackers know how to do anything." Her face was relaxed but her tone stated otherwise. "Traci, I want a full report on the engine maneuver. If anything has to be replaced get boy wonder here and Diaz to look into it," she stated marking out her mental list. "I want us all to be ready for anything...yesterday was.." She didn't have to continue to let everyone understand her meaning. She studied her crews faces, some looking more worn than others, but they all had the same gleam in their eyes which made them the team that they were. "Lets get to it."


"Wait, what do you mean my passport was rejected?!"

"I'm sorry ma'am but it says here that the Cordovan Colonies don't have you underneath their record."

"I know that, today is my first day!"

"You're going to have to go to records and figure this out ma'am, there are other people in line."

If looks could kill, Holly would evaporate the entrance holder but right now she wasn't ready to argue any longer than she had to. Spending two hours in the lower shuttle due to a mistake in tickets already put her in a bad enough mood, and not being able to get into her new home station meant that she didn't have a place to stay for the night. She gave another glance towards the entrance and went back to the shuttle, she just needed a minute but it didn't seem anyone had one. As Holly took a seat at the empty dock, checking to see when the next shuttle would appear, she heard a voice that made her turn her head.

"Because we actually hit gold this time, and staring at your ugly faces are too much for me, you are free to roam this scum planet for the remaining of the evening," a platinum blonde appeared from the rear of a ship Holly didn't see last time she was there.

The group that surrounded her laughed, hooting out comments but Holly wasn't paying attention. Sensing the stare, the blonde locked eyes with Holly, crisp water blue versus chocolate brown, and for a second, she thought she could feel a connection. Fast as it came, it left in the same hurry, the small crowd dispersing in smaller groups while Holly sat there confused wondering what just happened and losing sight of the mysterious blonde.


Authors note: This is my first fanfic and so I wanted to try this out so please review and let me know what you think! I welcome good and bad! I don't how i really feel about it so i'll try maybe another chapter and see how that goes.