I blame No for this again. And for any other fic with Stern in it. She wants her to become fanon, I think.

Those were written on LJ for a challenge. The two first chapters, that is. So I decided to post them here, and add any more Stern x baelheit fics I'd write here to keep it from becoming too messy. Sandstorm will stay individual, since it was the first fic.

For those who don't know her, Stern is baelheit's wife who one day just free-boarded my imagination and refused to get out. Because of this (and of No's insistence) I write her every now and then. I have to admit she's extremely funny to write.

Oh yeah, and Stern x Baelheit is now called Starship. Because No and I decided it was, and no one else really cares.

Disclaimer: I don't own BK, but Stern belongs to me.

Anyway. No real warnings, I guess, except for some spoilers for the end of the game. Don't read unless you've beaten the game.


Cravings

If there was something Baelheit disliked, it was being interrupted while he read. Such an act usually meant swift death (or since he was a scientist rather than a warrior, major scolding, a dark look, and if it was a subordinate, possible job loss).

Today, however, he was deprived of his vengeance. There was one person who he would never win against, a person who interrupted him quite often and somehow got away with it.

"Heeeeit~? Why are you sitting alone in that room again?"

He sighed and looked at his young wife over the rim of his glasses.

"Because I have to find the reference for the magna refining process by the end of the week. I've told you before, Stern."

"And I've told you you need to relax more. You'll collapse of exhaustion at work if you keep at it like this."

He sighed in mild annoyance before smiling at her.

"Reading isn't really that exhausting."

"It is for your brain. And your eyes. I'm not going to the doctor to have your glasses changed again. Try to keep the same pair for a year, for once."

"You're not going to give up, are you?"

Two arms snaked around his neck from behind, hugging him over the back of his chair.

"Of course not."

He sighed, marked his page, and put down his book, his glasses next to it.

"All right. Where do you want to go?"

"I've had a sudden craving for montain apples… you know, those they import from Sadaal Sud…"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Why the sudden exoticness?"

"I have no idea. But you know it'll be fun! It's nice to have a change every now and then. Besides, I really want some…"

Shaking his head, then her arms off, he stood up. There was no arguing with her at this point. She was convincing enough when she was normal, but ever since she'd become pregnant she'd started getting even more explosive and assertive than usual. The best thing to do was follow her ideas and ride out the storm.

Not that he really cared. He did need to go out a bit.

"You know I can't afford a trip to the Island though… will a restaurant do?"

The young woman beamed.

"Deal!"


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