{On the 21st of December, the fan fairies gave to meeeeee,
a short (I'm tired, sue me!) adventure in Martha's flirting skills... (It doesn't rhyme. I don't care...)}
He gave her a worried glance as she fluttered her eyelashes madly for the third time that day. "Is there something in your eye, Miss? Can I help?"
Inside Martha was dying slowly. She was in District 13, trying to gain information from her contact, codename Sherlock Leo Valdez, aka "call-me-Leo".
Despite the awesome name mash up, Sherlock/Leo was nothing like either of his namesakes...
Well...
He was into tinkering with mechanics and obsessed with crime novels, but he was sweet, warm and kind, unlike his genius namesake.
He was an awful lot more like Leo, she realised. He made her laugh, too...
She realised that she'd been staring at his dimples in silence for at least ten minutes...
He blinked slowly as she looked back at him abruptly.
"I deduce..." She proclaimed in her most impressive voice, "That you are almost definitely not a Frog." He grinned sheepishly. "Do you like pizza?" She added as an afterthought.
"Pizza, miss?" *gasp!*
That had to be sorted immediately.
Martha grabbed his hand determinedly. "Come on you..."
Leo blushed, messing his unruly hair further with his other hand. "That's quite sexy, you know... Always did love a bad girl..."
Martha turned away to hide the massive grin spreading over her face. She was about two seconds away from performing a Maia style victory dance...
{Yes, I know nothing much happened. As long as Martha's happy, we are all safe...}