DISCLAIMER: Zenon is mine! All mine! Ok, not really, I wish. Yea, so I
actually don't own any of these characters, though I would like to.
Zenon flopped onto the couch, work had been endless, and with Greg's return, her mind was spinning off into every direction. Her rock star husband walked in the door. He took off his sunglasses and greeted her with a passionate kiss. "Hey babe! How's it rockin'?" She sighed and shut her eyes. "Greg came to space. For three years, at least." She pursed her lips and looked at her hands, which were squirming. "To see me." Protozoa's happy face fell drastically and he sat back. He began to chew on is upper lip and his eyes darted around the room. "But who says," she quietly began, "I want to see him?" A smile crept up Protozoa's face as he pulled her into a long kiss. Zenon woke the next morning, Protozoa next to her. He looked so cute early in the morning, when his hair wasn't done. When his hair was still frazzled from her actions of the night before. Greg had officially slipped from her mind at the present. She was focused on her husband. Nonchalantly glancing around the room, her eyes skipped over the clock. "Damn it! P, honey, wake up!" She started violently shaking him beyond compare, trying to rise him. Finally his eyes flickered open. "Get up! Now! We have to leave! In 25 minutes!"
Zenon flopped onto the couch, work had been endless, and with Greg's return, her mind was spinning off into every direction. Her rock star husband walked in the door. He took off his sunglasses and greeted her with a passionate kiss. "Hey babe! How's it rockin'?" She sighed and shut her eyes. "Greg came to space. For three years, at least." She pursed her lips and looked at her hands, which were squirming. "To see me." Protozoa's happy face fell drastically and he sat back. He began to chew on is upper lip and his eyes darted around the room. "But who says," she quietly began, "I want to see him?" A smile crept up Protozoa's face as he pulled her into a long kiss. Zenon woke the next morning, Protozoa next to her. He looked so cute early in the morning, when his hair wasn't done. When his hair was still frazzled from her actions of the night before. Greg had officially slipped from her mind at the present. She was focused on her husband. Nonchalantly glancing around the room, her eyes skipped over the clock. "Damn it! P, honey, wake up!" She started violently shaking him beyond compare, trying to rise him. Finally his eyes flickered open. "Get up! Now! We have to leave! In 25 minutes!"