A/N: Hello, everyone! Happy Tuesday (or Wednesday, depending on where you live)! For today, WTAW and I have created a 1,175 word piece of concentrated fluff for you all. We'd planned to keep it about 500 words (yeah right, who were we kidding?), but somehow, all of the sandwichy goodness warranted at least twice as many. :) Anyway, I hope you enjoy! On a side note: I finally got started on Friday's prompt! I have big plans for that one, but I can't give anything away yet! I'm so excited for that one, though! Yay! But in the meantime, here's this little fic. Please review! :D
"But I'm a perfectly good pilot, and it's my ship!" Thorne protested.
"Perfectly good?" Scarlet rolled her eyes. "And it's not your ship yet. You stole it."
Cress grinned sheepishly at Wolf, and he grinned back. They were all on the Rampion, headed from Farafrah to France to deliver the letumosis antidote. Needless to say, over the past few weeks, numerous such arguments had broken out between Thorne and Scarlet, and all Cress and Wolf could do was laugh at them.
Subtly, they shifted away from the center of the galley, where the argument was intensifying.
"I hope they don't break anything," Cress winced as Scarlet slapped her hand on a counter for emphasis.
Wolf laughed. "The cabinet handle will never be the same."
"Good thing neither of them is holding any sharp or heavy objects." Cress pointed out. Neither Thorne nor Scarlet would ever throw anything at each other, but their wild gestures put many a galley appliance in mortal danger.
"Thank goodness," Wolf muttered. He glanced up at Cress. "Hey, Cress? Are you hungry? Because I'm practically starving right now."
"You know," Cress laughed, "I don't think I ever made you that sandwich I promised you, aboard the Rampion all those weeks ago."
"It's only been weeks?" Wolf looked surprised. "It feels like it's been an eternity."
"Yeah," Cress sighed. "A lot has happened since then."
Wolf sighed as well, and the two of them fell into a reflective silence.
"You know what hasn't changed?" Cress said brightly. "I still want to make you that sandwich."
Wolf's eyes lit up. "I will take you up on that offer," he said, getting up from his seat.
"Okay, so first things first, what do you want in your sandwich?"
Cress was determined to make this sandwich right. She had already pulled out her sandwich maker (the Rampion did not have stoves) and plugged it in. She was now taking on the task of sorting through the refrigerator to see what would be good sandwich material. Unfortunately, with Thorne on board, this proved to be rather difficult.
"Tomatoes," Wolf replied with certainty. "And… maybe lettuce. And cheese. I would love some cheese. Preferably mozzarella."
"Okay," Cress said, continuing to dig through the refrigerator. "Ugh, Thorne! Original Pop Tarts, Cinnamon Pop Tarts, Trader Joe's Toaster Pastries… remind me why we need all of these again?"
"They are delicious," Wolf admitted rather sheepishly.
"It's not that," Cress groaned, throwing up her arms in surrender. "How is anyone supposed to find anything here?" Pulling out the boxes of Pop-Tarts, she looked at what was underneath it. "Beer? What occasion does Thorne envision we would need beer, of all things?"
Grunting, she heaved the bottle of beer and slammed it down on the counter, rather forcefully. Her eyes caught on the item the beer had been hiding. "Tomatoes!" she said, eyes lighting up. She pulled one out and handed it to Wolf. "Taste?"
He took it from her hand and took a large bite. "Not as good as Scarlet's, but still delicious!"
"Yay!" Cress breathed a sigh of relief. "Now, I just have to find the mozzarella, lettuce, and bread."
"I'll help."
After a few more minutes of intense searching, the items in question were found. Cress promptly grabbed two slices of bread and inserted a large hunk of cheese between them.
"Here we go," she said, turning on the sandwich maker. It promptly flickered to life and started to make various beeping sounds.
"Is it supposed to do that?" Wolf asked.
"I have no idea," Cress said. "I've never used it before."
They stared apprehensively at it for a few seconds.
"Oh, well," Cress shrugged. "If it turns out to be a problem, we'll call Cinder."
A loud beep pierced the air. Both of them jumped.
"Let's just hope it's heating up," Wolf gave Cress a nervous smile.
"Hopefully it is," Cress muttered. "I'm pretty sure Thorne lost the instructions though, so I guess we'll have to wait and see..."
Wolf nodded. "Can you put tomatoes in the sandwich?" he asked, a little bit too eagerly.
"You can do the honors." She smiled, gesturing to the already rather large and lumpy sandwich. Wolf gave her a giddy smile and proceeded to pile the tomatoes into the sandwich.
"Not too many, we need to save room for the lettuce!" Cress chided.
Wolf nodded sheepishly. "Right," he said, taking a huge handful of lettuce and pouring it onto the sandwich.
Cress gave a skeptical look at the mass of bread, cheese and vegetables in front of her. It was already four inches high. Would it even fit in the sandwich maker?
"Whoops," Wolf shrugged. "I might have gone a bit overboard there."
"Well, I guess we'll just have to take something out," Cress tentatively poked the sandwich. "What do you like the least? Maybe take out some lettuce?"
"I guess…" Looking rather crestfallen, Wolf started to carefully scoop out some of the lettuce. The sandwich immediately deflated to a manageable height of three inches.
"That's better, now," Cress said, picking up the sandwich and squishing it shut. Tentatively opening the sandwich maker, she placed the sandwich inside it and closed it. At once, the machine started to make sizzling noises.
"Here we go," Wolf said, nervously shifting his weight.
"Well, at least we know it heated up," Cress shrugged.
A silence descended as they expectantly watched the sandwich maker together. Cress giggled, realizing how strange they probably looked.
"What are you two doing?" Scarlet's voice rang out behind them.
Thorne popped into the room, followed by Scarlet. "Hey! What happened to my Pop Tarts?! And my beer!"
"Casualties of the great tomato sandwich," Cress shook her head with mock sadness. "Which, by the way, why do you even have beer?"
"You never know," Thorne winked, while the rest of them rolled their eyes.
Their conversation was cut short by a violent beeping sound accompanied with a red flashing light. Cress turned around. It was the sandwich maker. Why was she not surprised?
"I guess that's our cue," Wolf said, reaching for it. He pried the machine open, to find...
A golden-brown sandwich, with melted cheese oozing out of the sides and red tomato juice dripping from the edges.
"Stars," Wolf said, looking at it with almost as much affection as he looked at Scarlet with. "It looks amazing. Thank you, Cress."
"Splitsies?" Cress asked, holding up a butter knife and grinning at her partner in crime.
"You can do the honors," Wolf gestured to the cheesy perfection in front of them.
Cress took the knife and cut the sandwich through the middle. She handed one half to Wolf, even though the halves were still connected by the oozing cheese.
"Spades," Thorne inhaled the scent. "Now I'm hungry, too."
"Don't even think about it," Cress warned him, brandishing the butter knife. "This is the glorious product of our har labor."
Wolf held his half up to Cress's. "Cheers," he said.
Cress smiled, accepting the toast. "Here's to many more sandwiches to come."