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A/N: There may be spoilers from 1st and 2nd season and possibly from the movie. Be warned. And thanks again for the reviews!

All the Little Details

Chapter Three: Operation Date

"In the car I just can't wait, to pick you up on our very first date, is it cool if I hold your hand? Is it wrong if I think it's lame to dance? Do you like my stupid hair?" –First Date by Blink 18

Pulling at the pink, frilly blouse with an air of disdain Lyra cringed as her mother and Skye squealed loudly with glee, clapping their hands frantically to display their pleasure. Her violet hair had been straightened and reached her waist causing Lyra to mumble incoherent curses beneath her breath when it would inconveniently get in the way.

"Oh thank you so much Skye for letting Lyra borrow your top. You have such great taste!" Mileina chirped giving the girl a thumbs up.

"Yes, fantastic," grumbled Lyra pouting in defeat.

"Thanks Miss Vashti. I just can't wait for Izaak to see her." Skye said throwing her arms up in the air with a broad smile. Fingering the heart shaped locket fastened about her neck, Lyra grunted her discontent and made to sit but was immediately corrected by her mother.

"Don't sit just yet sweetheart! You'll wrinkle your shirt."

Lyra sweat dropped and stood with her hands shoved deep within her pockets. She had personally never been one for fashion or girly things much to the horror of Mileina, who constantly attempted to egg her into some sort of cosmetic product.

Checking the time Skye gasped, "It's ten to eight! We have to get cracking!"

Mileina kissed her daughter on each cheek unable to control her tears and giggles. "Have fun! And remember not to smear your make-up 'kay?"

"Yes mother," Lyra sighed as Skye linked arms with her and dragged her off towards the desired meeting location; the observation deck.

"This is so exciting! Whoever would have thought you two would get together?"

"No one's getting together. I just said one date, as in it's never happening again." Lyra held up a single finger to emphasize her point. Skye blinked through heavy eyelashes.

"What?"

"I possess no romantic sentiments for Izaak." Lyra gazed ahead as they turned around the corner, passing the mess hall. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted Maddox indulging in a bowl of pudding while his mother, whose expression was torn between discomfiture and determination, placed a hand on his shoulder and began to calmly explain something. As the statement left Lyra's lips Skye came to a halt.

"Lyra!"

"Do not point your finger at me," blurted Lyra shaking her head as Skye's features contorted into repulsed shock. "This is all Jayne's doing. She threatened me!"

"I know you Lyra Erde so I also happen to know you don't take crap from anybody! You're tough as nails just like me!" Skye bubbled as they continued their walk.

"And who cried when their rubber duck contracted mold and had to be disposed?"

"That's because Ashleigh borrowed it and didn't care for him properly! It was coldblooded murder!" Skye protested dabbing at her cesious orbs with the back of her hand. Ignoring her friend's outburst Lyra froze, inhaling sharply as they stood a few feet from the doors that led into the observation deck. Picking up on this Skye shrugged. "Don't disappoint me Lyra," she chided as though speaking with a child. "Just have a fun time alright?"

"You sound just like my mother," she snapped back, though her skin began to prickle with anxiety. With a curt nod toward Skye, she took a step forward and slowly opened the door.

-ooo-

Neil hurried down the hall inhaling nosily, his footsteps falling onto the ground in rapid, loud thuds that echoed through his mind drilling in the seriousness of the situation. Behind him he could make out Christina's labored breathing as she tried to keep up with his pace. He hardly minded where he was going until he rammed into something solid and with a startled grunt fell backwards onto the floor. Skye stared blankly toward the ceiling pondering her new perspective until Neil interrupted her thoughts.

"Sorry Skye," he blabbered pushing himself up and reaching out a hand for the girl. Skye grasped it and stood, frowning lightly at him.

"Hey Neil…"

"Gotta go," he chimed cutting her off. As he began jogging forward he paused for a moment and then wheeled around and cupped his hands over his mouth. "Hey Skye!"

Sticking out a fat lower lip Skye turned but cried out as Christina shoved her out of the way, marching angrily toward Neil. Grimacing Neil continued, "Do you know where Lyra is?"

"Yes," sulked Skye turning her head away from him.

"And that would be…?"

"None of your business." She huffed pointing her nose up in the air and beginning to walk away. Christina panted gazing between Skye and Neil feeling her irritation course through her veins with the rapid beating of her heart.

"Oh come on…we're best friends." Neil chuckled flashing Skye a handsome smile.

"No we're not," she said innocently, tilting her head to the side. "Sorry bud but that position is already filled."

"We already know she's on a date with Izaak idiot, so tell us where they're heading!" Christina growled loudly, nearly foaming at the mouth. At the sudden sharp tenor that had sprung from her tongue Skye jumped, holding her hands up in defense.

"They're in the observation deck!"

"Thanks," muttered Neil as he and Christina both pivoted on their heels and began sprinting, feeling confident now that they had a direct location.

"Hey wait! Are you going to spy on them! I wanna come too!" blabbered Skye as she raced after the two, face flushed and twisted together like that of a spoiled child. "I'm a great spy!"

-ooo-

Swallowing Lyra stepped inside the observation deck, nodding politely toward Izaak as the doors shut gently behind her. Izaaz laughed apprehensively in his usual manner scratching at his chest.

"Hey Ly…Ly…Lyra," he stuttered pulling at the maroon tie wrapped around his neck accenting the dark suit covering his shaking frame.

She sighed. "Hello Izaak."

From the darkness a voice whispered out. "Give her the flowers."

"Right… thanks Jayne," Izaak replied reaching out as Jayne extended an arm from the shadows to pass on a white bouquet of lilies; a fragrant aroma wafted from the delicate petals. "These are for you."

Arching an eyebrow, scowling at the lurking Jayne, Lyra snatched them from Izaak snarling her gratitude. Exhaling Izaak nodded fiddling with his thumbs, gazing out through the glass wall toward the stars which ornamented the black atmosphere along with chunks of russet rock.

"Lead her to dinner!" Jayne called out hoarsely again, jerking her head toward a small table blanketed in a cherry-colored tablecloth; two tall candlesticks stood erect on its surface surrounded by white, heart-shaped confetti. A sneaky suspicion told Lyra that Ashleigh had helped decorate as she spotted a bent over cupid souvenir baring its rear end to whoever approached it.

"Ah…you…dinner..eat?" squeaked Izaak holding out a hand for Lyra to take. His fingers twitched violently and Lyra rolled her eyes, grasping his hand in hers.

-ooo-

"Do you see anything?" Neil grunted wobbling as he supported Skye on his shoulders; she was peeking through the window above the doors that lead into the observational deck, lips pursed tightly into a thin line.

"They're eating…" she mumbled while Christina snorted. "And Izaak is getting up…with a plate of food…he's going to the corner…"

"What?" shot Christina gazing up towards Skye in confusion.

"Oh…he's just giving Jayne some food." Skye laughed as Jayne suddenly emerged gratefully accepting the plate, beaming at the couple. Feeling as though she were being watched Jayne looked up and spotted Skye's head.

"Hi Jayne!" whispered Skye waving at her friend energetically.

"You've got to be kidding me," moaned Christina facepalming. "Hey, it's my turn to look now." She snatched the fabric of Skye's pant leg and tugged, causing Skye to tumble down flourishing her arms in panic as she smacked against the ground. Neil fell backwards gasping and crashed into the entranceway with such force the two doors banged open.

-ooo-

Leaning over Izaak reached for the crystal pitcher of water which glinted in the rays of light cast by the flickering flames of the candle and for a moment Lyra breathed a sigh of relief, hoping beyond hope that things would soon settle down and that Izaak would be able to talk in a normal fashion. She peered over at him in curiosity beginning to pick up on his mannerisms. Izaak had always been a timid boy but tonight something was off. Laced within his nervous movements there was a trace of regret, he also seemed apologetic.

"Izaak," Lyra began adopting a gentler tone of voice, "Is something the matter?"

"What?" Izaak stammered straightening his posture and pointing at himself. "Oh…no…no no no no no."

She frowned lightly causing Izaak to twitch in unease, beads of sweat adorned his brow and hastily he wiped them away with the back of his sleeve.

"Do not lie to me." Though her tenor was tender a note of stringent authority wavered in the air.

"I…I…"

"Izaak."

Biting his lower lip feeling Jayne's glower piercing his back the teen bawled aloud, "I can't do this Jayne! I'm so sorry!"

Having just accepted her plate of food Jayne nearly dropped the item in her shock, gaping like a fish toward Izaak.

"Lyra I don't…like you in that way," prattled Izaak, his features knitting together remorsefully. "In fact…to be honest…you kinda scare me."

A satisfied smirk eased its way across her lips. "I have that effect on people."

Patting at his face with a handkerchief procured from his breast pocket Izaak puffed out a lungful of air. "Good," he said bending over for the pitcher of water once more to pour himself a drink as his throat began to itch in anxious thirst. His tie fell loose from his chest licking at the tip of the flame.

"Izaak!" exclaimed Lyra as the material quickly went ablaze.

"Wha…? HOLY BEANS AND RICE!" Izaak collapsed onto the floor rolling around, whimpering loudly in fright as Lyra towered over him wide-eyed. A dark crimson blush crept across Jayne's cheeks as she mumbled about her ruined plan. Grasping the jug Lyra poured the chilled liquid over the frantic boy, the bit of fire had been extinguished the moment his body had made contact with the ground but he had failed to notice in his alarm.

"Thanks," he mumbled staring panicky at the tip of his burnt tie. Helping him Lyra nodded and brushed off a few particles of dust that had collected on his shoulders.

"Izaak…" she began after checking that he was in fact okay. "Would you mind calmly explaining to me the reason this dinner took place tonight?"

Bowing his head in shame Izaak said, "Well…you see…the girl I like…" but his words were cut off as Neil crashed in with a loud bang, causing Izaak to jump into the air with a frightened squee.

"What the hell?" snapped Lyra as Jayne pushed past her reaching for Neil's collar.

Clutching the fabric around his neck Jayne screeched, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? YOU'VE RUINED THE PERFECT DATE THAT I HAD SO CUNNINGLY SET UP!"

Recovering from his brief bout of panic, Izaak raised a finger to point out, "Ah Jayne…this date hasn't exactly been…"

"Shut-up you stuttering twit!" she hollered back glaring daggers at Neil who, just as surprised as the others, simply stared back speechless. But before anything else could be said something collided with the Ptolemy and an ear-splitting crash ricocheted throughout the air causing everyone to fall to their knees, startled cries bursting through their lips.

A/N: I just want to say that updates may slow down a bit with school but I will do my best to update so please bear with me!