Beka yawned and pulled herself out of the Maru's slipstream chair. She had
just finished her fourth jump and images of food plagued her thoughts. She
could smell whatever it was Dylan had been cooking, and her mouth watered.
As she got closer she could hear him and Harper discussing the
technicalities of slipstream engines.
Beka rolled her eyes before entering the room and asking, "What's cooking?"
"Soup," Dylan replied from the counter where he was stirring the creamy mixture.
"Mmm, smells good."
"I wouldn't eat it," Harper joked, back to his old self again.
"Why?"
"He burnt the other stuff."
"Burnt the other what?"
"Soup."
Beka laughed at the thought of 'Mr. Perfect' screwing up something so basic. It really must've been a blow to the ego.
"How can you burn soup?" Beka asked between giggles.
Dylan rolled his eyes in a vain attempt to save face, and dished up what he had cooked into three separate bowls before replying, "Well, I got distracted and let it cook for a little too long and the bottom got just slightly brown."
"Slightly brown?" Harper scoffed. "It almost lit on fire."
"No it didn't. You're exaggerating." "Nuh-uh! Beka who do you believe? Me or Dylan?"
"Neither," she said good-naturedly. "Just sit down and eat."
Harper make a cat sound and pretended to paw at the air with his hand before settling down at the table. Not quite ready to be serious, he jokingly leaned down and sniffed the bowl before flinging his nose in the air, and crossing his arms in a hilarious attempt to pretend the soup was so offending he wouldn't dare to touch it. Beka just snorted and dug in. She knew well enough that Harper would eat all of it even it was as disgusting as he made it out to be. He consumed anything that was put before him. It was one of his many old habits that had never quite left.
"So Harper.how was the trip?" Beka asked with genuine curiosity. She wanted to make sure he knew she wasn't that mad at him anymore.
"Fun." He answered. "Why?"
"I was just wondering what was with the new hair thing."
"What new hair thing?"
"The fact that it's hanging on your forehead instead of its typical spiky place."
"I didn't feel like dealing with it today," He said testily.
"Okay... So.what place did you get?"
Harper grinned slyly before replying, "Second."
"Ha ha! Way to go kiddo!" Beka exclaimed happily before ruffling his shaggy hair.
Harper grimaced as her fingers brushed his stitches, which had been expertly hidden under his bangs. Hoping she wouldn't notice, he held still and pasted a fake smile on his face. It was too bad Beka was extremely observant.
"Harper, what's this?" She asked with her hand still on his head.
"Nothing," He lied. "Just a scratch."
Beka pushed his bangs up and Dylan, who had been watching the two the whole time, said sarcastically, "I didn't know doctors gave stitches for just a scratch."
"It's nothing." Harper frantically tried to diffuse the situation, "really! I just hit a rock wrong when I was finishing my last surfing run. It's no big deal. I took care of it! My head and my arm are fine."
"What about your arm?" Beka asked, not at all happy.
"I might have.just sort of.broke it? But don't worry! The docs there are pretty damn good. They fixed everything. I didn't want to tell you, 'cause I knew you'd overreact.and everything's fine."
Beka and Dylan shared a glance before Beka spoke, "Maybe you should go lie down for a little bit, just to make sure you're 'all good'. I'm going go check out the course for our next slip point."
"Why am I always treated like a little kid? " Harper dejectedly asked no one in particular.
"Because you always act like it!" Beka yelled before turning to leave.
"I do not!"
"Do too."
"Do not!"
"See?"
"Oh shut-up!" He called after her before sighing in resignation and thinking, Why does my life always have to suck?
**********
"Where are they headed?" Chakov asked his pilot expectantly.
Reyn studied the readout on the console in front of him before replying, "I'm not positive, but they're not in any hurry. Would you like me to plot a course to intercept?"
Chakov flexed his bone blades in thought. More than anything he wanted to board the junky freighter they'd been chasing, but he still wasn't sure whether or not the man he was looking for was on it. An error in judgement would be extremely costly, and Chakov was patient. It was on of his "better" characteristics. No, he would wait it out until he made a decision or he ran out of time.
"No Reyn, just keep following them."
**********
TBC
Beka rolled her eyes before entering the room and asking, "What's cooking?"
"Soup," Dylan replied from the counter where he was stirring the creamy mixture.
"Mmm, smells good."
"I wouldn't eat it," Harper joked, back to his old self again.
"Why?"
"He burnt the other stuff."
"Burnt the other what?"
"Soup."
Beka laughed at the thought of 'Mr. Perfect' screwing up something so basic. It really must've been a blow to the ego.
"How can you burn soup?" Beka asked between giggles.
Dylan rolled his eyes in a vain attempt to save face, and dished up what he had cooked into three separate bowls before replying, "Well, I got distracted and let it cook for a little too long and the bottom got just slightly brown."
"Slightly brown?" Harper scoffed. "It almost lit on fire."
"No it didn't. You're exaggerating." "Nuh-uh! Beka who do you believe? Me or Dylan?"
"Neither," she said good-naturedly. "Just sit down and eat."
Harper make a cat sound and pretended to paw at the air with his hand before settling down at the table. Not quite ready to be serious, he jokingly leaned down and sniffed the bowl before flinging his nose in the air, and crossing his arms in a hilarious attempt to pretend the soup was so offending he wouldn't dare to touch it. Beka just snorted and dug in. She knew well enough that Harper would eat all of it even it was as disgusting as he made it out to be. He consumed anything that was put before him. It was one of his many old habits that had never quite left.
"So Harper.how was the trip?" Beka asked with genuine curiosity. She wanted to make sure he knew she wasn't that mad at him anymore.
"Fun." He answered. "Why?"
"I was just wondering what was with the new hair thing."
"What new hair thing?"
"The fact that it's hanging on your forehead instead of its typical spiky place."
"I didn't feel like dealing with it today," He said testily.
"Okay... So.what place did you get?"
Harper grinned slyly before replying, "Second."
"Ha ha! Way to go kiddo!" Beka exclaimed happily before ruffling his shaggy hair.
Harper grimaced as her fingers brushed his stitches, which had been expertly hidden under his bangs. Hoping she wouldn't notice, he held still and pasted a fake smile on his face. It was too bad Beka was extremely observant.
"Harper, what's this?" She asked with her hand still on his head.
"Nothing," He lied. "Just a scratch."
Beka pushed his bangs up and Dylan, who had been watching the two the whole time, said sarcastically, "I didn't know doctors gave stitches for just a scratch."
"It's nothing." Harper frantically tried to diffuse the situation, "really! I just hit a rock wrong when I was finishing my last surfing run. It's no big deal. I took care of it! My head and my arm are fine."
"What about your arm?" Beka asked, not at all happy.
"I might have.just sort of.broke it? But don't worry! The docs there are pretty damn good. They fixed everything. I didn't want to tell you, 'cause I knew you'd overreact.and everything's fine."
Beka and Dylan shared a glance before Beka spoke, "Maybe you should go lie down for a little bit, just to make sure you're 'all good'. I'm going go check out the course for our next slip point."
"Why am I always treated like a little kid? " Harper dejectedly asked no one in particular.
"Because you always act like it!" Beka yelled before turning to leave.
"I do not!"
"Do too."
"Do not!"
"See?"
"Oh shut-up!" He called after her before sighing in resignation and thinking, Why does my life always have to suck?
**********
"Where are they headed?" Chakov asked his pilot expectantly.
Reyn studied the readout on the console in front of him before replying, "I'm not positive, but they're not in any hurry. Would you like me to plot a course to intercept?"
Chakov flexed his bone blades in thought. More than anything he wanted to board the junky freighter they'd been chasing, but he still wasn't sure whether or not the man he was looking for was on it. An error in judgement would be extremely costly, and Chakov was patient. It was on of his "better" characteristics. No, he would wait it out until he made a decision or he ran out of time.
"No Reyn, just keep following them."
**********
TBC
