It's short I know and it's been a while but I have four or five other fics
that I'm doing for four different shows so it keeps me busy. Course when
you add on my school work and house work.well you get the picture lol. I
don't think this parts been beta'd so mind any mistakes that you see. Also
reviews do tend to make me want to post faster and not forget to write more
lol Enjoy.
"Coffee." Trance mumbled slowly making her way to Mess. She walked past Beka who was grabbing a large mug. She slumped into a chair her legs unwilling to hold her weight for much longer. Her head dropped onto the table with a loud groan.
"Whoa, don't you look like the walking dead." Beka mused as she poured the steaming coffee into her mug.
Trance mumbles something incoherent through the mop of hair that was covering her face.
"What?" Beka giggled.
"Coffee." She mumbled dryly. Looking up at Beka she spoke slowly, "Black, please. And strong, really, really, really," She grimaced then slowly dropped her head back onto the table. "Really, really, really strong."
"Sure." Beka frowned and poured the girls coffee. "Here." Beka gently placed the cup on the table.
Trance peered thought her locks and watched the steam rise from the cup in small smoky tendrils. Mustering the energy she sat up straight and reached greedily for the black liquid. She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the rim of the cup. Tipping the cup she winced. She pushed past the burning sensation taking a long deep swallow. She moaned in pleasure and brought the cup closer to her. Beka watched with a frown.
"Bad night?" Beka asked leaning on her elbows.
"Hmm?" Trance looked up from her cup and gave her a half smile. "Sort of." Her attention went back to the cup.
Beka nodded her head knowingly. "Did someone tell you?"
"Bout Essenti'al IV?" Trance asked absentmindedly.
"Yeah." Beka chuckled nervously. She didn't know why but being here with the obviously distraught girl made her feel uneasy. It wasn't that she was afraid of her, she just sort of felt out of place. It was as if she was sitting across from a stranger she was trying to befriend. She didn't know what to say and that in itself made her nervous. It was ridiculous, she knew. This was Trance but still she couldn't fight the feeling.
Looking up Trance's brow raised, "What about it?"
Beka shrugged, "I was just wondering."
Trance looked at her closely, "You don't wanna go either, huh?"
"Well I did, until I was informed the place was a sanctuary." She grumbled.
Trance laughed and sipped her coffee, "Don't worry Beka, It's not just a sanctuary. The people are one of the most technologically advanced civilizations in this solar system. Their grasp on the sciences almost surpasses that of the Persieds."
"Serious?" A grin started to form on Beka's face.
Trance nodded, "That's probably why Dylan chose this planet for the supply run. Course they're still classified as a sanctuary, they've just mastered the art of balancing the two worlds; technology and nature."
Beka looked at Trance with wonder, "How do you know so much about this planet? You've ever been?"
"No, I've read a lot about it though. When I was younger I used to study documents on it." Trance finished her coffee in one gulp than continued, "Not many planets, if any, are able to create and mange such a balance. It's a marvel really."
Beka giggled, "It sounds like something that would have interested you."
Trance couldn't help but notice the past tense. She frowned and her hang over came back full force. Sighing she stood up, "Look Beka don't worry about it, there're a lot of stuff you'll be able to do that won't involve nature of any kind." Trance gave Beka a weak smile and left.
Beka frowned again. She couldn't wrap her mind around what was bothering Trance. She'd tried to be nice and talk to her. Tried to act as if nothing had happened yet still Trance remained distant. It worried her to no end. She missed her lucky charm and wanted nothing more than to have her back. But she was starting to fear that that'd never happen. A knot of sorrow and defeat formed in her belly. Had she finally lost her?
Gimpy, Peace
"Coffee." Trance mumbled slowly making her way to Mess. She walked past Beka who was grabbing a large mug. She slumped into a chair her legs unwilling to hold her weight for much longer. Her head dropped onto the table with a loud groan.
"Whoa, don't you look like the walking dead." Beka mused as she poured the steaming coffee into her mug.
Trance mumbles something incoherent through the mop of hair that was covering her face.
"What?" Beka giggled.
"Coffee." She mumbled dryly. Looking up at Beka she spoke slowly, "Black, please. And strong, really, really, really," She grimaced then slowly dropped her head back onto the table. "Really, really, really strong."
"Sure." Beka frowned and poured the girls coffee. "Here." Beka gently placed the cup on the table.
Trance peered thought her locks and watched the steam rise from the cup in small smoky tendrils. Mustering the energy she sat up straight and reached greedily for the black liquid. She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the rim of the cup. Tipping the cup she winced. She pushed past the burning sensation taking a long deep swallow. She moaned in pleasure and brought the cup closer to her. Beka watched with a frown.
"Bad night?" Beka asked leaning on her elbows.
"Hmm?" Trance looked up from her cup and gave her a half smile. "Sort of." Her attention went back to the cup.
Beka nodded her head knowingly. "Did someone tell you?"
"Bout Essenti'al IV?" Trance asked absentmindedly.
"Yeah." Beka chuckled nervously. She didn't know why but being here with the obviously distraught girl made her feel uneasy. It wasn't that she was afraid of her, she just sort of felt out of place. It was as if she was sitting across from a stranger she was trying to befriend. She didn't know what to say and that in itself made her nervous. It was ridiculous, she knew. This was Trance but still she couldn't fight the feeling.
Looking up Trance's brow raised, "What about it?"
Beka shrugged, "I was just wondering."
Trance looked at her closely, "You don't wanna go either, huh?"
"Well I did, until I was informed the place was a sanctuary." She grumbled.
Trance laughed and sipped her coffee, "Don't worry Beka, It's not just a sanctuary. The people are one of the most technologically advanced civilizations in this solar system. Their grasp on the sciences almost surpasses that of the Persieds."
"Serious?" A grin started to form on Beka's face.
Trance nodded, "That's probably why Dylan chose this planet for the supply run. Course they're still classified as a sanctuary, they've just mastered the art of balancing the two worlds; technology and nature."
Beka looked at Trance with wonder, "How do you know so much about this planet? You've ever been?"
"No, I've read a lot about it though. When I was younger I used to study documents on it." Trance finished her coffee in one gulp than continued, "Not many planets, if any, are able to create and mange such a balance. It's a marvel really."
Beka giggled, "It sounds like something that would have interested you."
Trance couldn't help but notice the past tense. She frowned and her hang over came back full force. Sighing she stood up, "Look Beka don't worry about it, there're a lot of stuff you'll be able to do that won't involve nature of any kind." Trance gave Beka a weak smile and left.
Beka frowned again. She couldn't wrap her mind around what was bothering Trance. She'd tried to be nice and talk to her. Tried to act as if nothing had happened yet still Trance remained distant. It worried her to no end. She missed her lucky charm and wanted nothing more than to have her back. But she was starting to fear that that'd never happen. A knot of sorrow and defeat formed in her belly. Had she finally lost her?
Gimpy, Peace