Title:: The Warmth
Author:: Lokaia
Summary:: Rosie's little tangent.
Rating:: G
Disclaimer:: Space Cases belongs to Peter David and Bill Mumy etc. and so forth and so on. "The Warmth" belongs to Incubus.
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You know what's funny?
Everyone thinks that being stuck seven years from
home, with a bunch of people you don't know and never
talk to... everyone thinks that would be bad. But
it's not!
Harlan and Radu are my brothers, Cat (and now Suzee)
are my sisters. Constantly looking out for me and
making sure I'm all right, while at the same time,
including me in their jokes and tricks against Ms.
Davenport and the Commander!
And those two... Ms. Davenport and the Commander are
like very irritable parents, who pretend to stay
together for their children, but you know they really
like each other.
Sort of.
And Bova of course! He's my best friend, the only one
I know I can talk to and who'll give me a straight
answer. Cat and Suzee tend to go off on little
tangents of their own, and so does Harlan. Radu just
tries to make me feel better, which is always welcome!
But Radu likes to spend more time with Harlan than
with me now. Not that I blame him--I do look much
younger than him, and since Harlan is being friendly
now, I figure...
It's good that we all have someone to turn to.
I like talking to Bova, though. It really is nice to
hear someone else's point of view, even if it does get
a little redundant.
"I knew it."
"I knew that too."
"I also knew that, I just didn't tell you."
So Bova's my best friend.
Or at least, I thought he was.
Then I started noticing how cute he is. And how smart
he is. And how nice he is.
Well, to me anyway.
It's very hard for a Mercurian to doubt herself, but I
somehow manage it every once in a while. Like
"What if he doesn't like me back?"
"What if he laughs at me?"
"What if he hates me?"
"What if we can't even be friends anymore?"
And it's things like that, that I think of only when
I'm just about to admit everything to him... it's
things like that that make me change the subject.
But after a while, Bova gets sick of hearing me talk
about the new names I've given my stuffed animals.
Maybe I am a child.
Maybe I am annoying.
But maybe... just maybe...
I can get Bova to smile at me.
...Okay, so maybe it's not funny-haha. More like
funny-weird.
But Bova's here. He's grumbling about homework and he
doesn't know that I asked for Infocore privileges
tonight, and he doesn't know I've uploaded a bunch of
his favorite movies, and he doesn't know the single
couch in here is only big enough for two...
But in a little bit, he'll know I like him.
So I smile.
And *that's* funny!
Author:: Lokaia
Summary:: Rosie's little tangent.
Rating:: G
Disclaimer:: Space Cases belongs to Peter David and Bill Mumy etc. and so forth and so on. "The Warmth" belongs to Incubus.
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You know what's funny?
Everyone thinks that being stuck seven years from
home, with a bunch of people you don't know and never
talk to... everyone thinks that would be bad. But
it's not!
Harlan and Radu are my brothers, Cat (and now Suzee)
are my sisters. Constantly looking out for me and
making sure I'm all right, while at the same time,
including me in their jokes and tricks against Ms.
Davenport and the Commander!
And those two... Ms. Davenport and the Commander are
like very irritable parents, who pretend to stay
together for their children, but you know they really
like each other.
Sort of.
And Bova of course! He's my best friend, the only one
I know I can talk to and who'll give me a straight
answer. Cat and Suzee tend to go off on little
tangents of their own, and so does Harlan. Radu just
tries to make me feel better, which is always welcome!
But Radu likes to spend more time with Harlan than
with me now. Not that I blame him--I do look much
younger than him, and since Harlan is being friendly
now, I figure...
It's good that we all have someone to turn to.
I like talking to Bova, though. It really is nice to
hear someone else's point of view, even if it does get
a little redundant.
"I knew it."
"I knew that too."
"I also knew that, I just didn't tell you."
So Bova's my best friend.
Or at least, I thought he was.
Then I started noticing how cute he is. And how smart
he is. And how nice he is.
Well, to me anyway.
It's very hard for a Mercurian to doubt herself, but I
somehow manage it every once in a while. Like
"What if he doesn't like me back?"
"What if he laughs at me?"
"What if he hates me?"
"What if we can't even be friends anymore?"
And it's things like that, that I think of only when
I'm just about to admit everything to him... it's
things like that that make me change the subject.
But after a while, Bova gets sick of hearing me talk
about the new names I've given my stuffed animals.
Maybe I am a child.
Maybe I am annoying.
But maybe... just maybe...
I can get Bova to smile at me.
...Okay, so maybe it's not funny-haha. More like
funny-weird.
But Bova's here. He's grumbling about homework and he
doesn't know that I asked for Infocore privileges
tonight, and he doesn't know I've uploaded a bunch of
his favorite movies, and he doesn't know the single
couch in here is only big enough for two...
But in a little bit, he'll know I like him.
So I smile.
And *that's* funny!