"So now how long?" Beka asked.
"Twenty four hours and eleven minutes for you. Twenty eight hours and forty one minutes for me." Rommie replied without bothering to open her eyes.
"Are you sure?" Beka asked. "I am pretty sure the last time I asked you said it was twenty four hours and sixteen minutes."
"That's because you asked just FIVE minutes ago. You do the math." Rommie replied sarcastically.
"Well, you don't need to be so mean about it." Beka said with a small sob.
"I am sorry Beka. I didn't mean to sound mean." Rommie said although she didn't really sound as if she meant it.
"You don't sound like you are sorry. I mean I am having a really bad day and trying to cope with it all and then you go and be mean and it really, really makes me feel bad 'cause you are 'sposed to be my friend and then you go and hurt my feelings." Beka said tearily.
"Oh for heaven's sake," Rommie yelled, "I said I was sorry so can it!"
"Hmmph, I am not talking to you anymore!" Beka pouted and turned her back to Rommie.
"Well, at least something is going right today." Rommie said also turning her back to Beka.
A couple of minutes later the doors to medical opened. Both women jumped up and grabbed each other for support.
"Beekkkaaaa!" Dylan whined, coming over to her holding out his hand. "He bit me!" he said pointing to Tyr.
Beka sighed and reached for Dylan's hand. "Let me see it, you big baby." She was shocked when she saw Dylan's hand. She had been expecting to see A bite mark. Instead she saw about half a dozen of them.
"Why the hell did you do this?" She demanded turning to Tyr.
"He started it." Tyr said petulantly. "And he deserved it any way. Look what he did to my hair!" he said while turning around. Beka could barely contain her laughter at witnessing Tyr's braids all tied together into knots.
"He said you weren't the most special." Dylan told Beka.
"Only after you implied that my Rommie wasn't." Tyr added.
Hoping to stop the argument she saw brewing, Beka turned to Dylan and said, "Let's go over there and get your hand cleaned up."
"Will you kiss it and make it better?" Dylan asked with a hopeful grin.
"Don't push your luck Bucko." Beka said with a grin of her own.
Rommie watched them for a minute. Then with a sigh, she turned to Tyr. "Sit down on the bed and I will try to untangle your hair."
"My thanks, lovely lady." Tyr said with a bow.
"So this started because you were defending me?" she asked.
"Yes. He had the audacity to imply someone was better than you." Tyr growled.
"Well then I suppose I should thank you." She said with a shy smile.
"It is my honor and privilege to serve you, Love." He said. "I would do anything for you."
Rommie continued to untangle Tyr's hair. Every minute or so she would glance over at Dylan and Beka, watching what they were doing. Both of them were grinning and standing very close together. Rommie felt herself getting more and more jealous as she watched them. Tyr noticed the look on her face and his expression grew dim.
"He will never love you, not like I do." He said quietly.
"What are you talking about?" she asked although she knew what he meant.
"Why do pine so for him?" he asked with a pained look. "He doesn't deserve you. I love you and would do anything to prove my love for you."
Rommie was angry now; at herself you letting her emotions get the best of her and at Tyr for noticing.
"You'll do anything?" she asked. "Fine, go throw yourself out an airlock." She said before storming out of medical.
"As you wish my love." Tyr said determinedly. "I will prove my love." He left medical as well.
"Twenty four hours and eleven minutes for you. Twenty eight hours and forty one minutes for me." Rommie replied without bothering to open her eyes.
"Are you sure?" Beka asked. "I am pretty sure the last time I asked you said it was twenty four hours and sixteen minutes."
"That's because you asked just FIVE minutes ago. You do the math." Rommie replied sarcastically.
"Well, you don't need to be so mean about it." Beka said with a small sob.
"I am sorry Beka. I didn't mean to sound mean." Rommie said although she didn't really sound as if she meant it.
"You don't sound like you are sorry. I mean I am having a really bad day and trying to cope with it all and then you go and be mean and it really, really makes me feel bad 'cause you are 'sposed to be my friend and then you go and hurt my feelings." Beka said tearily.
"Oh for heaven's sake," Rommie yelled, "I said I was sorry so can it!"
"Hmmph, I am not talking to you anymore!" Beka pouted and turned her back to Rommie.
"Well, at least something is going right today." Rommie said also turning her back to Beka.
A couple of minutes later the doors to medical opened. Both women jumped up and grabbed each other for support.
"Beekkkaaaa!" Dylan whined, coming over to her holding out his hand. "He bit me!" he said pointing to Tyr.
Beka sighed and reached for Dylan's hand. "Let me see it, you big baby." She was shocked when she saw Dylan's hand. She had been expecting to see A bite mark. Instead she saw about half a dozen of them.
"Why the hell did you do this?" She demanded turning to Tyr.
"He started it." Tyr said petulantly. "And he deserved it any way. Look what he did to my hair!" he said while turning around. Beka could barely contain her laughter at witnessing Tyr's braids all tied together into knots.
"He said you weren't the most special." Dylan told Beka.
"Only after you implied that my Rommie wasn't." Tyr added.
Hoping to stop the argument she saw brewing, Beka turned to Dylan and said, "Let's go over there and get your hand cleaned up."
"Will you kiss it and make it better?" Dylan asked with a hopeful grin.
"Don't push your luck Bucko." Beka said with a grin of her own.
Rommie watched them for a minute. Then with a sigh, she turned to Tyr. "Sit down on the bed and I will try to untangle your hair."
"My thanks, lovely lady." Tyr said with a bow.
"So this started because you were defending me?" she asked.
"Yes. He had the audacity to imply someone was better than you." Tyr growled.
"Well then I suppose I should thank you." She said with a shy smile.
"It is my honor and privilege to serve you, Love." He said. "I would do anything for you."
Rommie continued to untangle Tyr's hair. Every minute or so she would glance over at Dylan and Beka, watching what they were doing. Both of them were grinning and standing very close together. Rommie felt herself getting more and more jealous as she watched them. Tyr noticed the look on her face and his expression grew dim.
"He will never love you, not like I do." He said quietly.
"What are you talking about?" she asked although she knew what he meant.
"Why do pine so for him?" he asked with a pained look. "He doesn't deserve you. I love you and would do anything to prove my love for you."
Rommie was angry now; at herself you letting her emotions get the best of her and at Tyr for noticing.
"You'll do anything?" she asked. "Fine, go throw yourself out an airlock." She said before storming out of medical.
"As you wish my love." Tyr said determinedly. "I will prove my love." He left medical as well.