Nellie walked along the corridors, looking impatiently for her brother. She was going to miss all the turkey because of him. She heard laughter, and turned into the observation deck, to see Aunt Chloe, Uncle Matt and David playing hide and seek. "Guys, you're missing the turkey," she said.
They scrambled out from their hiding places, rushing faster than the FTl drive to get to the mess. And Nellie chuckled as she watched them go, suddenly content to take the long way around the ship.
She was walking past Colonel Telford's quarters, and the door was open. She though this was odd, so she peeked in, to see him sitting on the bed, drinking something out of a cup. She wrinkled her nose in disgust, recognoizing Brody's alchohol.
He spotted her in the doorway and froze.
"Oh, Miss Rush," he said, surprised to see her. "Why aren't you at the christmas party with the rest?" he asked.
"Why are you holed up in your room getting drunk?" she asked.
He chuckled. "Good question. I don't really think I'm wanted at that party," he said.
She cocked her head to the side. "You know, no one blames you Colonel. They know that you did what needed to be done."
He snorted. "I doubt it," he said.
She nodded. "It's true," she said.
He shook his head. "I think I'd better stay in here anyways though," he said.
She wasn't having that. She took the same approach to this that her mother took to the rare similar scenes with her father. She walked right up to him, and poked a finger at him. "You're coming whether you want to or not. If you don't come, you're gonna make a spectacle of yourself and people will think you're an even bigger grouch than you really are. And I don't care if you could give a damn about that, because I care," she said. She paused. "Sir," she added, almost aas an after-thought.
He just looked at her for a minute, and then chuckled. "Oh boy, you gave me your mother's speech. Well, I geuss I'd better get to the Mess, before you haul me over by my shoelaces," he said, getting up.
She nodded in satisfaction, before following him out the door.
They scrambled out from their hiding places, rushing faster than the FTl drive to get to the mess. And Nellie chuckled as she watched them go, suddenly content to take the long way around the ship.
She was walking past Colonel Telford's quarters, and the door was open. She though this was odd, so she peeked in, to see him sitting on the bed, drinking something out of a cup. She wrinkled her nose in disgust, recognoizing Brody's alchohol.
He spotted her in the doorway and froze.
"Oh, Miss Rush," he said, surprised to see her. "Why aren't you at the christmas party with the rest?" he asked.
"Why are you holed up in your room getting drunk?" she asked.
He chuckled. "Good question. I don't really think I'm wanted at that party," he said.
She cocked her head to the side. "You know, no one blames you Colonel. They know that you did what needed to be done."
He snorted. "I doubt it," he said.
She nodded. "It's true," she said.
He shook his head. "I think I'd better stay in here anyways though," he said.
She wasn't having that. She took the same approach to this that her mother took to the rare similar scenes with her father. She walked right up to him, and poked a finger at him. "You're coming whether you want to or not. If you don't come, you're gonna make a spectacle of yourself and people will think you're an even bigger grouch than you really are. And I don't care if you could give a damn about that, because I care," she said. She paused. "Sir," she added, almost aas an after-thought.
He just looked at her for a minute, and then chuckled. "Oh boy, you gave me your mother's speech. Well, I geuss I'd better get to the Mess, before you haul me over by my shoelaces," he said, getting up.
She nodded in satisfaction, before following him out the door.