I hope you are not too disturbed by this fic… It was just a silly little idea in my head. Oh lord what have I done..?

Deryn made her way to the egg room. Apparently something was urgent, Newkirk had told Deryn to get to the room fast. What could be wrong? The Leviathan has had nothing but smooth sailing so far, was Alek's secret discovered? Did anything happen to the loris? Deryn's head spun madly. The eggs had already hatched so she almost never went down there anymore. When Deryn finally came to the door she found Dr. Barlow sitting in a chair, legs crossed, waiting for her.

"Why hello Mr. Sharp," she said calmly, "How good to see you."

"You needed me?" Deryn panted, "Is anything wrong?"

The lady boffin stiffened in her seat, and the corners of her mouth raised.

"Mr. Sharp, how good to see you," she repeated.

Deryn looked around confused. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and the two lorises were playing with each other on the floor. Dr. Barlow made her way toward Deryn, moving slowly, was she rotating her hips more than usual?

"Dr. Barlo-" Deryn began but was cut off with a gloved finger.

"Please Mr. Sharp, call me Nora." She said.

Deryn blinked. Dr. Ba-….Nora, never acted this way. She most definitely never told anyone to call her Nora.

"Mr. Sharp, may I call you Dylan?" the woman asked, Deryn nodded her head slowly.

"I have grown quite fond of you…Dylan." Nora said softly, "Would you say you have grown fond of me?"

Deryn gulped. No way, no barking way that the lady boffin Dr. N Barlow-…Nora… would be…? Would she be? Eww… Deryn nodded slowly, there was no way in barking hell this was happening. The clever boots must have some trickery up her sleeve, some awful plan in store…that didn't involve what she was quite obviously intending.

"Good," she said in result to Deryn's nod, "I have a question for you,"

Once again Deryn nodded as if her head was on Clanker hinges.

"Do you know what a man does with a woman?" she asked, letting her hand touch the side of Deryn's face.

Deryn stiffened under the touch. This woman was a boffin, this woman was…flirting?

"Well, it goes like this Dylan." The lady boffin, trailing her gloved hand down Deryn's flat chest to her trousers. Deryn immediately flinched, giving Nora a smug smile.

"Ah, I see you do," Nora sighed, "As I have said, I am growing ever fonder of you by the minute."

Deryn was sweating bullets.

"Now Dylan," Nora said, "Do you see yourself as a man?"

Deryn did not even nod. This time simply began to breathe deeper.

"Yes I see," If her hand trailed any lower… "Do you see me as a woman as well?"

With that, Deryn promptly bolted from the room. Still sweating, she locked herself in her quarters. Something was wrong, something was very, very, wrong.