It seemed like hours that she was gone. In the meantime; Naomi, Alex, Holden and Amos were waiting in the room they were put in after they were questioned. He had a fall out with Alex when they found out he had been in service of Mars before he became a pilot on the Cant. Naomi told Amos to let him go. So he did.

When they finally brought Liv back, Amos wanted to walk over to her immediately but stopped in his tracks seeing the guns of the Martians raised. They asked for Holden and the Cap went with them without much struggle. Once the door is closed, Amos turns at Naomi who gives him a small nod and walks to the back of the room with Alex.

Making his way towards Liv, whose standing on the right side of the door against the wall, he comes to a halt in front of her. Her gaze locking with his and he doesn't say anything. He wants her to be fine. Wants her to feel safe. He has no idea why but the gut-wrenching feeling in his stomach by the thought they'd hurt her, made him annoyed.

But she didn't look harmed, just…unhappy. He smirks at that and shakes his head at his own thoughts. He didn't want her to see unhappy either. Amos sees her eyes flicker to Naomi and Alex in the back, noticing they're talking with their back towards them before she reaches out to Amos. He's startled for only a moment when she circles her arms around him. Her head coming to a rest on his chest.

His shock doesn't last long, his hands automatically come to a rest on her shoulder blades. Gently caressing her when he feels her trembling. He can feel her fingers curling in the fabric of his jumpsuit, holding him close and Amos' confused. Why would she want to have him close? She was holding on to him like she'd never let go. The fuck…He didn't want to let go.

When the Donnager suddenly shakes harshly, he needs to take a wide step before he loses his balance. Holding Liv by the shoulders and turning his head to the others. "The hell was that?"

Alex shook his head. "They fired the torpedo's," the pilot his tone was pure awe, making Amos raise a brow before letting go of Liv and walk towards Alex and Naomi.

"Who'd be fucking stupid enough to attack a Martian Navy war vessel?"

The ship shook again and Amos looked at Naomi. She nodded and took a seat, strapping herself in with the belts. "Buckle up. Just to be safe," she murmured.

Amos glances around and sees Liv run towards one of the seats next to Naomi. He takes one opposite of her and straps himself in. He hated this. Not knowing what was happening. Amos didn't care less about who was attacking the Martian Navy. He did care, however, that they'd make it out of here alive. The rest could blow themselves up.

Three days later

"I feel dirty and I've got a terrible headache," he heard Liv murmur from the back, her fingers going through her hair that's now hanging loose around her face. Amos looked at her and grinned before turning his eyes back to the monitor before him. His one hand rubbing his leg where the wound was still painfully throbbing but thanks to the brace, it was more than doable.

They were alone on the main level of the Rocinante, the new name for the Martian vessel, while Holden and Naomi were sleeping and he had no clue were Alex was. It had been three days since they were able to escape the Donnager just in time before it was blown up. One day since they decided to go to Tycho station after a broadcast they heard.

And it was eight hours ago since the crew decided to drown their sorrows in a bottle of tequila and Liv had way too much. Hence the headache but he kept silent. Amos smirked, almost smiled to himself. The last three days, although they should've been horrible, were quite fun for him. He'd noticed Liv searched his company more often, getting closer while she talked to him and even the occasional touch wasn't out of the question anymore.

He didn't mind it. In all cases, Amos did the same. They had small talk when they were alone and talked about the more serious things from their previous lives. Like her brother. He'd talked about where he grew up. She asked many questions about that and he'd noticed her cheeks turning red when he jokingly told that's where he learned all his moves from and that all the women he had loved it.

Her eyes had spit fire as well, and Amos had laughed loudly about that. She had shown signs of jealousy although in his eyes that was a stupid thing to feel. But he'd calmed her down by pressing a kiss on her cheek before travelling to her lips. Another tender kiss, passionately discovering each other with their tongues while fingers run up and down.

It didn't go any further. He'd wanted too because if it kept going like this, he'd have a serious case of blue balls and be unable to walk by the time they'd reach Tycho Station. At this moment, he could feel her warm hands resting on his shoulders while she's looking at the monitor.

"What's that?"

He shifts slightly in his chair so Amos can look at her. "That's where we're going. We're here."

"How long until we reach Tycho station?"

"A few hours."

"You think there's a shower there?"

If there is, he thinks, you're not going in it alone. But he just nods as an answer. "We'll see," his eyes back on the screen before him, "let's just hope there's no one waiting with guns when we get there. I'll be the first to shoot if there is."

"What do you mean?"

"That I'm not going in there unarmed," his tone flat before he turns his chair to fully face her. She only raised a brow and shook her head slowly.

"I trust you, Amos," was all she said. "Do what you think is best."

For him, that meant whatever Naomi would do. But in this case, while looking at Liv before him, he'd not go into Tycho unarmed because there was always a chance they would shoot first. And Amos, well, he wouldn't like it a lot if the crew lost someone else. Holden maybe…but not Naomi or Liv.

She was waiting for him to say something, he guessed. Her hand on her hip and leaning a bit more on her left leg. Chin raised high and her eyes on travel over him. He can't help but smile when she looks at him like that and Amos reaches out to her. Pulling her towards him by her hips and making her sit in his lap. Both of her legs spread and he pulls her against him by her ass.

Her nose touching his before Amos closes the distance and kisses her. Her sweet breath mingling with his while his hands travel up and down her back and to her hips and upper legs. His heartbeat fast when she suddenly nibs at his lower lip and he can't help but groan into her mouth. "Careful," he growls softly, eyes opening and locking with hers, "we're on guard duty."