A/N: Hey readers! So it's been a couple days since the last update… I still don't know how many people are reading this, but PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE message me prompts! Also, do you guys WANT smut? Or is that just me? Or whatever. Let me know ASAP! Much love, and happy reading! ***Near the end there is a smidge of sexual harassment! Not rape, but kinda sorta closeish?***
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Up cracked his eyes open and immediately squeezed them shut against the bright light of a "sunny" Saturday morning (you can only have artificial sun in the spacecraft). He felt something solid and warm against his chest and risked the light to see Taz's sleeping face smushed against his stomach.
Up's neck was cricked from falling asleep on the couch and protested painfully when he tried to right it on top of his shoulders. The Harry Potter menu was still playing in the background.
The artificial sun hit Taz's dark hair and glinted off of it. Her hair shone wonderfully. The uninterrupted-by-emotions expression on her face made Up grin like an idiot. She was SO beautiful. How did he get so lucky?
Taz's face, still in sleep, suddenly changed. Her brow furrowed and her lips turned into a scared sort of frown. She started to whimper uncomfortably, and then loud sobs filled the room. Tears splashed onto Up's bare chest and stomach.
Up, previously curious at her change in expression, was now stunned and afraid. He wrapped his arms around her and began gently rubbing her shoulder in an attempt to soothe or wake up or at least make her stop crying. He tried to whisper calming words, but his efforts were fruitless. She continued sobbing, clutching at unseen objects in her nightmare, while tears pricked in Up's own eyes.
Startled by his own reaction, Up began to rub furiously at his eyes. Despite his attempts, the tears rolled down his cheeks. The frustration at his inability to wake Taz up, the anger that he couldn't help her, and the agony he was feeling because of her unseen pain filled the tears that fell onto Up's chest, mixing with Taz's own.
Up slowly became outraged to the point that he shouted, tears still streaming. "SHE DOESN'T DESERVE THIS! SHE'S BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH, DEADGODDAMMIT!"
Only these shouts roused Taz from the nightmare. She gasped, opened her eyes, saw Up holding her, and immediately began to sob harder. Up realized she was finally awake, and crushed her against his chest in relief. The pair didn't move for at least half an hour, when Taz's sobs slowed until she was quiet, but hiccupping softly.
"Taz, what happened? Why are you so sad?"
"De robotas, Up. De did not just have mi familia anymore. Dey had jou. Dey made me watch as dey tore jou apart. If dat ever happened, I would die too! Up, I really can't live without jou anymore."
Up just held her then, rubbing gentle circles on her back. Taz curled into him as much as she possibly could without being surgically attached. There they sat.
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A few days later…
Taz tried her hardest, she really did. But, to be totally honest, it wasn't always easy to be one of very few girls in the entire Academy. Especially now that Taz and Up were both teachers, they found themselves separated for most of the day. Up gave Taz endless strength and energy, but when they were apart it was liked someone had turned off a switch. The happiness was gone, replaced by a haze of gloom.
When Taz began at the academy, she was younger than most of the other intakes. So, now teaching at the very place she had so recently graduated from, she was the same age as many of her students (seeing as the Ambassador had assigned her to teach third-year ensigns).
Besides shriveled old Mrs. Figg (the lunch lady), the plump women who worked as assistants and secretaries to the Ambassador and other important men, and the middle-aged, unattractive, teacher-type ladies who were very strict with their classes and taught the real school subject like math and English, Taz was the only girl. She was obviously the only female who came close to attractive (and she surpassed attractive), making her the object of affection for the many, horny, almost-men that so often graced her classroom.
Up hated it, but tried to be understanding. Taz couldn't help it, and the boys surely wouldn't stop. Up should have felt lucky that he was the one she chose to devote her love to. The only problem was…
He didn't.
He was severely jealous and, as a result, made every possible attempt at a public display of affection. He kissed her in the corridors between classes, sat nearly on top of her at meals, and would come into her class during his free breaks to try and grope (in the best possible way) her while her students were distracted by their partner fight sessions. (Taz taught one-on-one combat, Up taught basic mission training.)
Taz originally understood and tolerated his insecurities, but after three weeks of the childishness she was fed up and had had enough. She told Up to meet her in the classroom fifteen minutes after her last class ended, where they would have a long talk.
The particular group of ensigns she had to deal with last block were some of the loudest, rowdiest, and (by all means) horniest students. She decided not to grace any of the typical sexual references made by the boy-men with responses. She struggled not to slap the cockiest of them all, Sebastian, when he raised his hand to answer her question.
"Okey, clase, who can tell me how to avoid getting taken advantage of in a one-on-one situation?"
Sebastian raised his hand. Stupidly, Taz called on him.
"You didn't mind getting taken advantage of when you were in Up's bed last night, did ya Tazzy?"
Taz could imagine it now, how she would just tackle him to the ground and beat the living shit out of him. That wiener jacket didn't deserve to be ignored. But Taz owed it to Up to not get kicked out of the academy for assaulting a student.
So, through gritted teeth, Taz simply growled, "Sebastian. Inappropriate. See me after class."
He smirked back.
When class was finally over, after several less obnoxious innuendoes, Taz plopped down huffily in her desk chair. After talking to Sebastian, she would be free to deal with her own life. And that was a relief. She called to Sebastian, who had simply remained in his seat.
"Jou. Get jourself over here ahora. I mean it."
Sebastian put away his communicator and sauntered up to Taz, who had by this time gotten up to stand in front of her desk. Sebastian moved slightly too close to her, facing her head on. She glanced quickly at the clock. Class had let out late, and now she only had two minutes until Up would arrive to talk to her.
Taz opened her mouth to scold Sebastian, but he moved another few inches closer to her. There were only about four inches between their faces now. Taz asked him to move back, but he simply smirked again and leaned over to whisper in her ear.
"We both know you want me. And lucky for you, I want you too. So let's just get down to it then. Drop that old grandpa Up and be with me."
Sebastian stepped even closer. Their noses were touching, and he had effectively clamped Taz's hands to her sides, using a move she had taught them the same day(she expected bruises to form). She was stuck between the severely hard edge of the desk (she expected a bruise to form here too) and Sebastian's crotch, which had begun to grind against her. She shuddered angrily and prepared to yell, but Sebastian's lips had sealed themselves over her own, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth.
Taz finally broke her hands free and shoved him away, but she was too late. She felt filthy and disgusting and violated. She would have to ask Up if she could try to scald some of Sebastian's filth off of her body in the shower before they had their discussion. Thinking of Up made her smile just a tiny bit, imagining what would happen to Sebastian when she told Up what he had done. There had only been about four seconds since Sebastian's repulsive lips were being forced upon her.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a single word, softly spoken from a good distance away.
"Taz…"
Up devastated and brokenhearted expression could only be seen for a second as he turned and ran from the door at the back of the lecture hall.
Taz's strangled sob tore from her chest, but she had enough composure to stay steady on her feet. Sebastian saw what he had done and grinned.
Taz lost it. She punched him as hard as she could in the face. She could feel the bones in his cheek shatter upon impact. Sebastian crumpled pathetically to the ground, clutching his severely broken jaw.
Taz spat on him. "Vete a la mierda, hijo de puta."
Then she turned agilely and sprinted through the lecture hall door, after her lost love.
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A/N: *hides under a rock* DON'T HATE ME! The story needed some angst. It was too bland! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW PLEASE!
Yay for Glee references… in case you can't tell I hate Sebastian. In all forms. That's why he's the bad guy!
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