A few days had passed since Daras meeting with Todd the Wraith.
Things began to settle into a routine, with Kimberley filling in paper work, Dara training with Ronon and Teyla, Kimberley filling in more paper work, Lorne teaching Dara how to shoot a gun more effectively and Kimberley filling even more paper work.
Dara turned her head from her own paper work of homework that Lorne had assigned her to look at the large mounds that Kimberley was slowly working her way through. "That is a lot of paper work."
"I'm beginning to think Col. C doesn't want me to go off world." Kimberley sighed. "Did you do this much paper work? In one night?"
"Yeah-almost." Dara nodded. "But You'll probably be going off world more than me, so Col. Carter is probably trying to get more information on negotiations to seep through."
"Huh?" Kimberley looked up confused, her glasses a skewed on her face.
"Well, if your off world a lot, and most probably with AT1, you'll be in a lot of sticky situations." Dara explained.
"Hmm." Kimberley agreed and fixed her glasses, resuming her reading.
A few seconds later her pen hit the paper. "Okay, I need a distraction!"
Dara glared over at her. "You are not making a keno to spy on Carson!"
"A what?" Kimberley asked.
"Its from this video game, its like a floating CCTV system..." Dara trailed off, realising she was probably giving Kimberley an idea. "Anyway lets go get some dinner."
"Okay." Kimberley agreed.
o0o
Rodney looked around the mess hall before spotting Ronon and Teyla. He made his way towards his team mates and sat down with his dinner. "Has anyone seen Sheppard?"
"Meeting." Ronon answered and continued to shovel his food into his mouth.
"Meeting? What kind of meeting?" Rodney demanded. "Why wasn't I informed? I'm the head of science!"
"Maybe it was a military thing." Ronon spoke through his food.
"Yes, but no doubt it will soon become my problem." Rodney snarked.
"Must you be so pessimistic Rodney?" Teyla asked, alternating between bouncing Torren on her knee and looking at the scientist.
Rodney was spared from answering as his ear piece came to life, demanding his presence in the area of main operations.
"He's going to be even more insufferable." Ronon murmured to Teyla.
"Yes, but for now he is from our hair." Teyla smiled shortly, then turned to Torren. "Why will you not settle?"
"Awww, who is that little guy?" A new voice added from behind Teyla.
Teyla and Ronon turned their heads to see Dara and Kimberley standing behind them with trays of food.
Teyla smiled at them. "This is Torren, my son."
Kimberley looked at Dara, completely freaked out. Dara slowly turned her head to look at Kimberley, then kicked her leg before hissing. "Chill out."
"Is something wrong?" Teyla asked.
"No, nothing wrong just, part of the reason we came here was to stop erm, when was the last time you guys saw Michael?" Dara asked.
"We should not speak of unpleasant things as we eat." Teyla made a face. "Please, sit."
As Teyla continued to bounce Torren on her knee Dara and Kimberley sat on the vacant chairs.
Both girls began to eat their meals, then Kimberley turned her attention to Torren, who continued to gurgle unhappily. "Is he okay?"
"He has not settled after his meal. I am unsure as to why." Teyla stated.
Kimberley swallowed the piece of chicken she was chewing and placed her fork down before motioning to Torren. "Can I?"
"You should finish your meal first." Teyla rejected.
"The same could be said for you." Kimberley shot back.
Teyla looked to her untouched meal and sighed.
"Its not cheating to get a little help when the wee ones being uncooperative." Kimberley smiled to them.
Teyla could feel her stomach begin to gurgle at the thought of a large meal and looked to Torren, then to Kimberley, and finally to Ronon and Dara who both nodded. Teyla nodded herself and lifted her infant son to pass to Kimberley.
Kimberley took him within her hands, then fumbled with him like she was going to drop him. "Whoa."
"Torren!" Teyla shouted and everyone turned to look at her.
Torren giggled.
"Well hello their little baby alien guy, how are ya?" Kimberley asked him and cocked her head, blinking owlishly at him. "Am I a new person? Yes I am. I'm Kimbo, can you say Kimbo?"
"He's like six months!" Dara rolled her eyes at her friend.
Torren began to grumble.
"Awww, that was Dara, can you say Dara?" Kimberley asked and shifted the toddler to look at Dara. "Do you want to see crazy Dara?"
"Do not give the kid to me!" Dara waved her hands, with utensils still in holding, in the air.
"Never mind her." Kimberley placed Torren on the table and slouched down so they were at eye level. "How are ya little guy? You enjoying Atlantis? Or prefer the main land?"
Torren made a movement with his fist, bumping her head as if to say 'I'm six months old! What are you talking about crazy lady?'
Teyla paused from her inhalation of her meal to stare at Kimberley interacting with her young. "How many children do you have?"
"Who me?" Kimberley held Torrens hips as she turned her attention to Teyla. "None! Good God, who would think me and kids are a good idea?"
"But you have managed to settle Torren. He has been in this mood for quite some time." Teyla was beginning to think Kimberley was more crazy than she let on. 'Is she a danger to my child?'
"Oh, right. I'm good with other peoples children, but nope, not got any of my own." Kimberley shook her head, then lifted Torren to her lap and wriggled his arms around. "If you ever need a babysitter and are all outta options, I can do it."
"I will keep that in mind." Teyla said as Torren laughed excitedly.
o0o
As everyone had finished their lunch they decided to see what those who were in charge were up to.
Teyla and Dara led with pack, with Ronon keeping a watchful eye on Kimberley who held Torren on her hip and pulled faces at him.
"You're good with kids." Ronon pointed out.
Kimberley looked up at him a little shocked. "Huh?"
"Torren can be a screamer. He's really calm." He pointed out.
"Huh, I never imagined any off spring of Teylas being loud apart from on the battle field." Kimberley replied, then looked down to Torren. "But you wouldn't know anything about battle fields, would ya?"
A sudden smell caught her nose. "Uh Teyla?"
Teyla and Dara turned around.
"Not that I don't love kids, or even changing nappies since I used to be an old folks carer, but your son needs a changing and I just don't know him or you that good enough." Kimberley rambled.
Teyla smiled. "It is al right Kimberley, thank you for watching him for as long as you have, it has been nice to have a small break from him."
"Any time." Kimberley bopped her head and handed Torren over to Teyla, who said her good byes and left to go to her quarters. "Should we keep going to the hub?"
"Meh, we're most of the way any way." Dara shrugged her shoulders, then looked to Ronon. "You in?"
He shrugged his shoulders and they continued walking.
Inside the main base of operations there was a flurry of activity. Ronon snagged a passing member of personnel. "What's going on?"
"The IOA is visiting." They replied, then looked at the ground. "Can you put me down please?"
Ronon placed the man on his feet, then the trio made their way past the computers and Stargate and towards Col. Carters office.
Dara entered the room first and paused at the door, causing Kimberley to bump into Ronon.
"Mister Woolsey?" Dara spoke quietly, wonder in her head. 'Nothing good can come of this.'
"Yes?" Woolsey turned his head and looked at Dara, then at Ronon behind her, and finally Kimberley. His eyes narrowed slightly. "Who are you?"
"These are the two that we have been talking about." Sam introduced. "Dara Baldwin and Kimberley Ann Boyce."
"Miss Baldwin, Miss Boyce." Woolsey inclined his head.
There was a silence as the girls looked over Richard Woolsey for the first time. His suit was freshly pressed, his head was seriously bald and he looked like he needed a spa month.
Dara noted the way he held a briefcase in one hand, and had a single pen in his breast pocket.
Kimberley noted the look of distain he unconsciously sent her way.
"The IOA would like to interview each of the girls before they are allowed off world." Woolsey explained eyes flitting between the two girls.
"Uh, little late for that." Dara commented.
Woolsey looked at her. "Excuse me?"
"Dara kinda went off world the other day." Kimberley explained.
"Well then, I think I should get started." Woolsey nodded mostly to himself. Turning to Sam he asked. "Is there a room I may use?"
"You can use my office." Sam offered.
"This office will not suffice as there is no security." Woolsey dismissed.
Dara looked back to the two special force marines following them, the dozen or so marines in the gate room and all of the gate techs and turned back to him. "Why not use the conference room?"
"Good idea Dara, hey, whose first?" Kimberley asked.
"As Miss Baldwin has already been off world, I should interview your self Miss Boyce." Woolsey decided, turning after a nod of his head to Kimberley towards the conference room.
"Should I follow him?" Kimberley asked Dara, who shrugged.
"I dunno." She replied.
Woolsey turned at the door to see if Kimberley was following him. "Miss Boyce? Today please."
o0o
Kimberley sat on one of the chairs while Woolsey set up his stuff, moving his note book and Dictaphone before taking her pen out of his pocket and uncapping it. After pressing the record button he coughed and looked to Kimberley, who jumped and placed her hands under her legs to stop fidgeting with them.
"Miss Boyce, you claim to be from an Alternate Reality. Is this correct?" Woolsey asked.
"Uhh, I think so." Kimberley nodded.
"These answers merely need a yes or a no, miss Boyce, there is not much thinking beyond this." Woolsey responded.
"Well, if you think about it." Kimberley paused and took a breath. "Realities are relative, and unless there is proper research done we could just be in an alternate time line, universe, galaxy which is similar to our own, we could all be in comas, on really strange drugs, or we could be clones made by the Asguard with adapted memories to make us think that we are in a different world."
Woolsey looked at her in silence, his pen hovering over the word 'yes'.
After a few minutes of silence Kimberley opened her mouth, pausing as he lifted his hand.
Kimberley slowly closed her mouth. 'I think I broke his brain.'
Woolsey quietly placed his hand on the desk, then put his pen down. His hands came together and clasped themselves in front of him. "Miss Boyce, I think its time we have a tea break. If you could fill in some sheet of information for me and we can reconvene at say, 0900 hours tomorrow?"
"But we just started!" Kimberley replied, then nodded at his look. "Sure thing Mister Woolsey. Are there lots of bits of paper? Because Col. C has given me a bundle and-"
"Col. Carter allows you to call her Col. 'C'?" Woolsey interrupted.
Kimberley's face flushed. "No, no. Its a nickname I have for her to make her less scary."
"You find Col. Carter too intimidating to work with?" Woolsey asked.
"No, no, its because she's in a position of authority." Kimberley tried to explain.
"So you do not do well with authority?" Woolsey raised an eye brow.
"No, no, kinda but-you're mixing me up." Kimberley accused.
"I see. Well in any case, if you could fill in these forms and have them ready by tomorrow morning." Woolsey stood up and opened his brief case, selecting a bundle and placed them on the desk for Kimberley to take.
Kimberley's face drained of color. "No more paper work!"
"Excuse me?" Woolsey tried to hear from his right ear.
"All I've been doing since I arrived here is paper work- I know I screwed up with Michael but still, give a girl a break I was seriously out of my mind at that moment in time!" She stomped her foot and turned to leave the conference room, not bothering to turn around as Woolsey called after her.
o0o
Dara stood outside the conference room with Ronon beside her. "I know why I'm here, what are you doing here?"
"Kimberley finished her physical training forms, after meeting with Woolsey she's coming with me." He explained, then shuffled against the wall. "Why are you here?"
"To pick up the pieces." She replied off handily, then looked to him. "I know they are going to break each others brains enough that they won't go near each other again, I'm just here to support them to either Heightmyer or Carson."
Ronon raised an eye brow. "You think it'll get physical?"
"Not with each other." She shook her head, standing to attention as the door began to open and Kimberley stormed out.
"NO. MORE. PAPER WORK!" The younger girl shouted and the door closed quickly.
Ronon and Dara looked at each other before the original alien nodded and went after her, leaving Dara to look in the conference room and prepare for a mess.
After the door opened she poked her head in, straightening up as she noticed Mister Woolsey was in one piece and free from any obvious bruising or mental breakdowns. "Everything okay in here?"
Woolsey blinked and looked to Dara. "Everything is...fine Miss Baldwin."
Dara nodded. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Woolsey continued to look at Dara. "Not at the moment Miss Baldwin. However, could you meet me here in say, an hours time?"
"Sure." Dara agreed and left the room without a backwards glance, mind focused on finding her friend before she could do any damage to anyone or thing. 'If she even thinks about touching my puddle jumper!'
Dara looked for Kimberley in their living quarters, in the nearby hot spots, the secondary puddle jumper bay, mess hall and infirmary before thinking she might by with Carson, until Jennifer Keller told her Carson was in his room.
'She's not that fast...' Dara contemplated, then shook her head, deciding to go up to the main control and ask them to find Kimberley by using her ear piece signal.
After exiting the transporters Dara walked to Chuck consol and leaned on it, smiling to the gate tech. "Hey Chuck, any chance you could find Kimberley for me?"
Chuck pointed down and grinned.
"Hey!" Daras face took on a look of outrage.
"Have a look." He whispered.
Giving him the evil eye Dara walked around to his side of the consol and stared.
Kimberley was sitting with her legs in front of her, headphones on and paperwork surrounding her.
"What is she doing?" Dara asked.
"Paper work." Chuck whispered and they watched her legs twitch.
"Okay, when she's done call me okay? I want to have a chat with her." Dara backed away quietly.
o0o
Time sped by quickly and Dara found herself in front of the conference room doors. With her mind set on ready she rapped her knuckles on the door and waited for Woolsey to open up.
The doors slid open, causing Dara to smile as she thought about Woolsey trying to open the doors when he was in command of Atlantis and just finished a meeting. The smile fell from her lips as she noticed John standing beside Woolsey nodding his head. "I completely agree! Never should have happened in the first place!"
"Ah, Miss Baldwin, there you are." Woolsey turned from John and motioned for her to take a seat.
Dara grabbed one near the exit and as far away from John as possible.
"I would like to talk to you about your associate Miss Boyce." Woolsey spoke after sitting down, John flanking him.
"She's not my associate, she's my friend." Dara corrected.
"At any rate, I would like to begin also by talking about the illicit deal that you have made with Col. Carter and Col. Sheppard about your situation." Woolsey spoke quickly. "Am I to understand that you come from an alternate reality? Yes or no answer please."
Inside Dara smirked, guessing Kimberley had one of her bouts of verbal diarrhoea if he was this twitchy. She nodded her head.
Woolsey seemed to calm down. "And could you tell me, in your own words, why you are here?"
"Well my Dad broke the TV and my mom figured, what the heck." Dara shrugged.
Woolsey did not looked amused.
"You mean, here in Atlantis, right now?" Dara asked. "As you're noticed, Kimberley likes to talk. Well Kimberley opened her mouth too much and I wasn't there to censor it. But we've fixing that problem."
"I've got some duct tape." John offered.
Woolsey continued to not looked amused.
"Miss Boyce should not have been allowed through the gate when you first came here over two years ago never mind come to live here on the end of last month." Woolsey seemed to draw himself taller. "It is in my recommendation that Miss Boyce return to Earth, her own Earth, and you complete your mission to rectify the problems that have been caused."
John nodded, then looked to Dara and shook his head at her angry state.
"How the hell is she gonna learn how to keep her trap shut? This is all about teaching her how to deal with the consequences of her actions, actions that she did not mean to do." Dara pointed out and stood up. 'Never mind we get to also visit Atlantis.'
Woolsey stared up at her. "And how do you know this? Were you not taking part of a Wraith operation at this moment in time?"
"I know because once we got back to our world all Kimberley could talk about for over a year was how much of an idiot she was, how sorry she was and how she wanted to make it up to everyone." Dara sighed. "You've only met her for twenty minutes, imagine having that intensified for about four or five hours a day for fourteen months. I'm surprised I'm not an alcoholic yet."
"Tell her to make a batch of cookies." John replied off handed.
"Do you want food poisoning?" Dara asked, whirling around to glare at him.
"Miss Boyce is a danger to everyone on Atlantis while she is here." Woolsey tried to get back on track.
"Miss Boyce is a danger to Atlantis weather she is here or not." Dara pointed out.
"At any rate, I will be advising Col. Carter and Miss Boyce herself that she return to her home reality." Woolsey explained as he stood up.
"Then I'm going with her." Dara crossed her arms over her chest.
"You are much to valuable to lose. The information that you have retained is more valuable than what Brigadier General O'Neill had when he placed his head in an ancient repository." Woolsey debated.
"Either we both stay, or we both go." Dara shook her head. "That was the deal I made, and that's what I'm sticking with. Kimberley, for all the good that she is, can cause so much trouble when someone isn't around to keep an eye on her. I am not going to leave her in our reality with no one to make sure she isn't getting hurt or taken advantage of, just to keep you guys happy. If you want I can dump all the information I have on the Michael situation on a data pad and leave."
John and Woolsey had two different faces on.
"But that means I take all the other information I have with me; Kolya, Todd, Asurians, nanites, clones, replicators, Ori, Ba'al." Dara trailed off, turned on her heel and began to walk away.
"Wait!" John shouted, his hand out stretched towards her.
Dara stopped, a smirk hidden on her face. "Yes?"
John looked to Woolsey. "They are only here for two years, and Col. Carter has measures in place to keep Kimberley very busy. Dara will be giving us as much information as possible and we have distractions for Kimberley. Its only for two years."
"You are repeating your argument Col. Sheppard." Woolsey pointed out. "I have made my decision and based on Miss Baldwin's argument have decided, for the IOA, Atlantis, Earth and her people, that we will take the information that you have. You are to leave Atlantis once you have completed the information transfer."
"Fair enough." Dara shrugged and left the room, not catching Johns look of dejection.
o0o
Mack closed his eyes and lay down on his bed, not bothering to get under the duvet as his muscles relaxed from a tough day of training. 'Ronon sure was hyped up.'
His door bell chimed and he thought about answering it, then remembered he was going off world in ten hours. 'If its one of the brass they'll call my earpiece.'
Mack turned on his bed and sighed into his pillow, enjoying the silence and slowly falling asleep.
o0o
Dara ran her hand over the door chime again, tapping her foot an annoyance. 'He just went in there! He didn't have time to get to bed or go to the john!'
Huffing an impatience Dara looked around before taking her Swiss Army knife out of her pocket and popped the panel off the wall. Thinking back to the many episodes she had watched she took out the middle crystal, moved the top one down and placed the middle one between the two, causing the door to slide open.
Dara placed the crystals back in their original spots and entered the room as the doors began to close.
o0o
Mack heard his door open but dismissed it, who would know how to break into his Atlantis quarters. Who would want to?
"Oh Mack." Mack lifted his head as the female voice called out to him, yelping in surprise as his covers were torn from under him, his body hitting the floor before jumping up in an attack mode, blinking confusion out of his eyes.
"Miss Baldwin?" He asked. "What are you doing here?"
"I need a favour."
Alarm bells started ringing.
o0o
Kimberley dotted the I and crossed the T, then sat back in a stunned silence. 'I've finished. It's all done!'
Stretching she was careful not to hit her hand off of the underside of the consol and took her head phones from her head. Looking up she smiled at Amelia. "Hey is Col. Carter in her office?"
Amelia looked over and then back at the girl hiding under the desk. "Nope, she's just went down for some dinner. You all done with the paper work?"
Kimberley's leg twitched. "Yup, all done."
"Do you want to leave it here and I'll give it to Col. Carter when she returns?" She asked.
"Nope." Kimberley replied and stood up, grabbing the huge stack of papers as she finished dusting herself off.
"You are not going to give them to her in the mess hall are you?" Chuck asked as he came back from his bathroom break.
"Why not, she gave me them all in one go." Kimberley shrugged her shoulders.
Amelia and Chuck shared a look.
"See ya later guys." Kimberley waved good bye to them and left, going down the stairs before taking the long route to the mess hall, walking past three transporters as she did so.
o0o
Mack stared at Dara.
Dara stared at Mack.
Mack started to snore.
Dara smacked Mack.
"84!" Mack shouted, jumping up slightly.
"Well, do you think it will work?" Dara asked.
"I don't know Miss Baldwin, you'd need to get Dr Lee on board with some pretty sweet bribe and time everything just right." Mack paused at her grinning face. "But I have to ask, why a death ray?"
Dara shrugged. "That way this will be sorted one way or another."
o0o
Kimberley entered the mess hall and looked around for Col. Carter. At the last second she spotted Richard Woolsey beckoning her over.
She looked around for an escape route, and finding none, cleared her face and walked over to the annoying Chi-Fu like man. "Mister Woolsey."
"Miss Boyce." He nodded to her. "Please, have a seat. Are you feeling any more calm?"
Kimberley sat down with a thump, slammed the papers on the desk and glared at him openly.
'I guess slightly.' He thought and picked up his cup of imitation coffee, taking a sip then leaving it a little away from her. "I was wondering if we could continue the discussion that we were about to delve into before you had a teenage strop."
'Well excuse me for being 21. Oops, 22.' Kimberley thought to herself. "Sorry about that Mister Woolsey, you just caught me at a bad time. I've been doing paper work ever since I arrived here and it seems like its never ending."
"I accept your apology." Woolsey nodded his head to her.
"Hey, how come your talking to me without there being four smaller walls?" Kimberley asked, noting the volume of people in the mess hall.
"Frankly I am more concerned for my safety than the security of the information you will be giving me, so an open space with multiple witnesses would be better for my health." Woolsey shifted in his seat.
Kimberley rolled her eyes. "I'm really all bark and no bite Mister Woolsey."
"That remains to be seen." He replied.
"Was there something you needed Mister Woolsey, because if not there are more pressing matters that I need to attend to." Kimberley straightened the paper work and prepared to stand.
"I have one question, if you compromise to not bite my head off for asking it." Woolsey paused her.
Kimberley regarded him suspiciously then nodded. "Shoot."
"Why did you tell the Wraith Michael what you did and what do you hope to accomplish by staying on Atlantis?" Woolsey asked.
The slightly more insane than sane girl paused as she thought of an answer. "Michael had two people that I cared about by the throat. I know many would have said to leave them to die, but I couldn't do that, I would not have that on my conscience. Because knowing Michael, he would have kept me alive for a long time in order for me to suffer."
"The report states that you gave him Earths coordinates, the defence of Atlantis and Earth and where to find the ancient city - could you not have given him false information?" Woolsey belatedly suggested.
"I also had a concussion, does your report state that as well?" She snapped.
Woolsey frowned. "There was no mention of the report Miss Baldwin has submitted about you having any medical issue."
Kimberley sat up a little more. 'I knew I forgot to mention something!' "But it doesn't matter, what matters is that I'm here on Atlantis, and together with Dara we are going to fix the problems that I created and hopefully stop as many people from dying. Dara is going to go off world, I am going to keep my mouth shut and a hopeful by product is that other problems, like the Asurians, are dealt with better with more information on your side."
Woolsey stared at the female who, for once, was acting her age.
'Should I ruin this adult moment by saying that I also get to ogle Carson?' Kimberley thought and shook her head internally. 'Naa.'
"Have you not spoken with Miss Baldwin?" Woolsey asked after a long silence.
"No, why? What did she do?" Kimberley asked, then pulled a face. "Ohh, that felt odd to say."
o0o
Dara looked up and around, pausing before entering Doctor Bill Lees temporary office.
"What?" Mack asked.
"I feel a disturbance in the force." Dara replied, then shrugged. "Oh well."
o0o
"Miss Baldwin has made it quite clear that you and herself are to return to Earth once she completes an information package of the Michael situation." Woolsey surmised.
"What about the Ori? And the Asguard? And-and like the billion other things that you guys need help with?" Kimberley was panicking. 'I can't go back so soon!' "It would be irresponsible of us to leave so soon."
"Miss Baldwin has made her case and is set to leave within the week." Woolsey explained.
"Well I ain't leaving." Kimberley crossed her arms over her chest.
"Excuse me?" He asked, watching as Dara, Captain Mack Gordon and currently on loan from the SGC Dr Bill Lee entered the mess hall.
"Dara is a grown woman and can do what she wants, but I am not giving up my life in another reality to come here for a week and then leave, especially when we have so much knowledge of things yet to pass." Kimberley leaned forward, elbows on the table. "I may not know as much as Dara, hell as much as many Stargate fans, but I do know a lot of information, and I will not leave here until I know that all the information inside my brain is being put to good use and has saved at least as many lives as I have endangered."
Woolsey regarded her for a few minutes before nodding. "If you will excuse me, I must report to the IOA."
"Okay, see ya!" Kimberley smiled to him.
Woolsey took his tray to the trolley and placed it where it should be, then crossed the mess hall to Dara. "I am retracting my earlier statement, you are both free to stay in this city as long as you need to, with IOA approval."
Dara nodded to him, and once he left, turned to Mack and Bill with a confused look on her face. "Huh?"
"What about the bribe, can I keep the bribe?" Dr. Lee asked.
"Sure, but I will collect later." Dara nodded.
"What was the bribe?" Mack asked.
"A Halloween costume." Dara smirked.
"Okay. Hey I'm due to leave in a few hours so..."
"Yeah, fine, go get some sleep. You should have been sleeping hours ago." Dara chided him.
Mack stared at her then left with no other words exchanged.
John ran up to Dara. "Dara!"
Dara turned around slowly and looked at him.
"Glad I caught you." He began. "You remember you went on the mission with us a few days ago?"
"Yes." Dara nodded with a 'hurry up' expression on her face.
"Well there's been a new rule introduced, and in order to go off world you need to hand in a report on the mission that you had been on previously." John began. "On your tablet there is a programme that helps with the form filling."
"Okay." Dara replied.
"Just a little warning when you do your report." John spoke quietly to Dara. "Don't start it with in a galaxy far, far away, or end it we all lived happily ever after, apart from who ever got hurt and or killed. earth doesn't like that."
"Jee, and here was me trying to be the next Douglas Adams." Dara looked at him like he needed a few reports to the head. "I already handed mine in this morning."
"Oh-oh, good, well, right then. I'll erm, see you later then." John replied, turning to walk away from her.
Dara rolled her eyes.
John turned around. "Hey you wanna go grab a cup of imitation coffee or something?"
"I'll take the 'or something'." Dara nodded.