Mark scrambled out of Princess's room as soon as the door was open wide enough to get through. He was sure that he heard the sound of muffled laughter following him down the passageway, but he wasn't about to stop and dwell on it. He raced through the corridors blindly, no thought to his destination. When his legs finally stopped moving, Mark found himself standing in front of the team's ready room. He looked at the door for a minute as he worked to bring his heartbeat back under control and slipped his shoes onto his feet. Finally satisfied that he was composed once more, Mark reached out and pressed the door release button.

Once the panel slid aside fully, Mark stepped into the room. Tiny and Jason looked as if they had barely moved in the last couple of hours. Jason's head lifted up, his eyebrow raised as he gave Mark's slightly disheveled appearance a good once-over. He waited a minute for his commander to say something, but when Mark remained silent, Jason decided to take matters into his own hands.

"You OK, Mark? Why'd you cut me off earlier? Everything alright with Princess?"

"Yeah, she's fine. She's in her quarters. She'd fallen asleep in the lab." Mark dropped down onto the other end of the sofa, staring off blankly.

"OK, so then why do you look so shell-shocked?"

"It's just, well, we ended up having a really odd conversation…" He glanced at Jason out of the corner of his eye and then continued quietly. "Did you know that she's had fantasies about certain members of the team?"

Jason snickered as he watched his commander's cheeks flush a bright pink. "That's kind of a loaded question there, Mark. I guess I never really thought about her having fantasies about any of us, or our members."

Mark's face burned, darkening from pink to red as his blush spread to cover his ears and neck. He swallowed audibly. "Well, she does. And apparently she's decided that we each have a style or something."

Jason tossed his magazine aside and raised his eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "She has? What did she say?"

Mark gulped again then glanced around to assure himself that Tiny wasn't paying attention to the quiet conversation he was having with Jason. Satisfied that the other boy was completely engrossed in his burgers, Mark slid closer to Jason and lowered his voice conspiratorially, "She seems to think that dessert toppings and baked goods are more your style than mine."

Thankful for his cerebonically enhanced hearing, Jason's eyes widened at Mark's barely audible words. "Really? Well, now…" A mischievous glint formed his in eye.

Mark immediately paled as he realized what he'd just told Jason. "Jase, you can't do or say anything about this. Princess can't know I told you." He lifted his head to catch Jason's eye only to find that he was alone on the couch. Jason was gone!