Characters Involved:
Myaxx and Tetrax

Prompt: I is for "It was a one-eyed, one-horned, flyin' purple people eater". For Blouper.
Title: An Hour

Tetrax had been staring (though it bordered on glaring) at the chimera's back for several hours now. He'd knocked at the door, coughed, and even called her name. Myaxx had only waved absently at him, not even bothering to look at him as she muttered something akin to being almost finished.

And normally he would have left her to her own devices, the way she would him whenever he was in the training room or engaged in planning out counter-offers for job negotiations. But she'd been wrapped up with this project of hers for weeks now and, well, he was starting to miss her attention.

He squared his shoulders (more so than usual) and marched into the room. His footfalls were heavy, and intentionally loud. Still, his presence didn't seem to register with the chimera.

He placed a hand on her shoulder, "Myaxx, you really-" And was immediately greeted with the butt of a blaster smashing into his face.

"What are you-! Oh! Shard! It's you," Myaxx blinked in surprise.

"Yes, it's me," He grimaced.

"You shouldn't have been sneaking up on me," She huffed, placing her blaster back into its holster.

"I wasn't."

"Fine, I apologize for hitting you. Now if you don't mind, I'm in the middle of something," She sighed and turned her seat towards her experiment.

Tetrax grabbed the chair's backrest and swiveled both chair and chimera round to face him. "Just what is so important about that thing that you can't give me an hour's worth of your time?"

"When did my scientific pursuits become such a big deal to you? It's not like I'm building another omnitrix or a cheap knock-off. What I do on my own time is none of your business," She snarled.

"It is when it interferes with mine."

The chimera rose to her feet, "I pay for the materials and energy fuels to run the lab. I shoulder the costs for repairs whenever my experiments go awry. I don't see how it can possibly interfere with your work."

"I'm not talking about work business," he grumbled, "I meant personal business."

Crimson eyes widened in understanding as a rather cruel smirk appeared on the chimera's lips. "I have a great deal of things on my mind right now, Shard. You're going to have to be more specific."

"You know what I mean," Tetrax sighed, finally adding, "Squishy."

Myaxx snickered, "Fine. An hour then. Your quarters or mine?"

"Yours. Gluto's been complaining about the noise."

Prompt: "Please don't leave, stay in bed. Touch my body instead."
Title: Sometimes I just want fluff

Tetrax was not a heavy sleeper.

His occupation never allowed him the luxury of a deep, undisturbed sleep that didn't involve sedatives. Not even in the safety of his own ship. The ability to rouse himself at the slightest disturbance has saved his neck on more than one occasion. And he is careful to keep this bit of information about him a secret.

It allows him to lull his would-be murderers into a false sense of security as they make an attempt on his life. And whenever he and Myaxx shared the same bed, this same ability allows him to know when she gets up to leave for her room.

The first time this happened, Tetrax feigned sleep and let her leave. While he technically didn't wake up alone, it still didn't sit well with him. Any attempt at approaching the subject with the chimera ended up either as an argument or was dismissed completely.

Fine, then! If Myaxx wanted to ignore the vaxasaur in the room, so would he.

When once again Tetrax awoke to the chimera's subtle attempt at sitting up, he feigned sleep, shifted in bed, draped a heavy arm over her, and pulled her to him. He felt her squirm in his grip and he held fast.

She bit back a snarl and tried, without success, to pry herself free.

Tetrax had to keep himself from smirking when she eventually settled in his embrace. The smirk made its presence known when he heard her mutter, "Don't think I can't tell when you're pretending, Shard."

Prompt: "You will surrender"
Title: Calling a spade a spade

"What are you doing?" Myaxx demanded, a frown on her face, and crimson eyes narrowed in suspicion at the small hard-light cube Tetrax held out to her.

The petrosapien tried an uncomfortable cough that came out more as an annoyed grunt. He stepped forward, offering the cube to the chimera, the idea of backing down not even crossing his mind. "Giving you a present."

"Why? Don't get me wrong, I like getting free stuff as much as the next alien. However, I've observed the only times you give something to someone is when you want to make it up to them," she tapped the mark below her lip in thought, "And I don't recall you making any recent slights against me. Unless I just haven't found out what?"

He grimaced. The chimera had picked up on his habit of bribing others for forgiveness. Under normal circumstances, her assumptions would be correct. Except today, "You've got it all wrong."

"Oh really?" She sneered, "Elaborate."

The mercenary shifted uncomfortably before explaining in the most textbook of manners, "According to the terran calendar, today is the day my people practiced the custom of showing our solidarity and unity with one another. Usually it entailed a lengthy interaction between individuals and involved an exchange of material possessions."

Myaxx didn't look convinced.

"It's the truth," Tetrax insisted. "Up until recently I haven't had any reason to participate in this custom."

"Am I supposed to be flattered?" She asked, amused laughter edged her voice.

"Just take the damn thing!" He growled, grabbing Myaxx's wrist and pressing the cube into her hand. Without waiting for her to see what was inside, the mercenary stalked away, grumbling beneath his breath.

"Shard!"

He paused but didn't look back.

"When am I supposed to expect you for our lengthy interaction?"

"Eighteen hundred terran hours."

"Alright then," Myaxx smirked, a hand resting on her hip.

"Alright then," Tetrax nodded, still avoiding her gaze to hide the relieved smile creeping onto his face.

"And Shard?"

"Yes?"

"Will our date end at dinner or will there be drinks afterward?"

Author's Notes:
Similar to the first "Prompted" chapter, these are drabbles/really short ficlets written based on a prompt. The first one is for the Alphabet Drabble Meme I'm doing over on my LJ/DA. The latter two are inspired by song lyrics from Maroon5's "Little of your Time" and Franz Ferdinand's "Darts of Pleasure" respectively.