Chapter Two

41 Hours later…

"98, 99, 100", I laid back down after my third set of sit-ups. Sweeping my eyes across the room I see a few elites working out along with a few marines. In the far corner Pvt. Spencer and an Elite are sparring. The Elite wasn't losing.

"Blargh" roared the elite as he went into a complicated series of arm flailing, slowing it down so his human counterpart wouldn't be splattered across the floor.

Chuckling under my breath, I continued my visual survey. Eyes drifting toward a certain officer on a treadmill. Lieutenant Samantha Walker. Otherwise known as the LT.

I stand up and walk over to her sidestepping a Private and an Elite engaged in a push-up contest. One guess as to who was winning.

I continued towards the LT dodging a few more clumps of exercisers. Stopping I lean against the wall, a few feet from the treadmill. Her tan skin glistening with sweat, black hair accenting her stunning green eyes as she turned to look at me.

ДеревоI thought as her dazzling jade eyes captured mine.

Get a hold of yourself.

"Hey LT, how are you doing?" She stopped the treadmill and hopped off. Her eyes flicked around the room.

She must be mad at me for the stunt still.

"Will you please talk to me?" I tried once again.

Breathing out a sigh of frustration her eyes met mine again. Shifting her weight, obviously exasperated with me she said "You're a good marine with bad habits Orion", "You can't just run off and go lone wolf all the time." She took a breath. Obviously angry with me, she crossed her arms and gave me the death glare. If you haven't seen the LT's death glare be glad you that you can say you haven't felt her mesmerizing eyes turn sharp as flint.

Having been on the receiving end of the glare so many times for my… well considerably impressive antics, I'm genuinely surprised my brain hasn't had an aneurysm. You may think that I'm exaggerating. Well it's up to you I suppose.

I being myself had to inhale sharply and keep my emotions under control. Just so I didn't drown myself in those eyes. Looking downwards, struggling to keep my calm façade up. Taking a breath, I looked back up "I did what I thought was right Lieutenant, I've paid my price for not following orders. Look at my hand, what do you see?" At this she stepped back her glare melting only to be replaced by a look of surprise. "Oh god – I didn't know-" she said quietly averting her eyes in shame.

"That's right; I bet you never even asked the doctor what the diagnosis was eh? You never stopped to think that maybe the reason that I actually consented to the med bay was not the spike round." At this her eyes started to glisten with tears. I continued in a softer tone. "You know me LT, I hate hospitals."

I looked around. Most of the heads in the room were turned towards the two of us. I turned around. "Wait", she protested weakly. I stalked away saying just loud enough for her to hear "For what".

A/N: Well then… What's up with his hand? How will it affect the plot? What will the LT do?

To tell you the truth I have absolutely no idea. So… Review.