lmao! Sorry Red Roses 2, I had to make the drama part stand out. But thanks for the review, and rigid means stiff-ish, like a dead person would be...or something ^_^;;
Chapter One...
Joe shot awake in a cold sweat, and looked around his room with a heavy sigh, "Just a dream..." Everything was the same as usual, even everywhere else in the Dolphin. In fact...
"You bloody oaf, why won't you ever let me cook something British??" G.B. cried from the kitchen. Joe smiled, his anxiety forgotten as he went out to see what all the fuss was about.
"I don't think so!" Chang spat back, throwing a frying pan G.B.'s way. G.B. transformed into a catapault, and threw it back his way. Chang got hit right in the face, and when the pan fell to the ground, it left an imprint on his face. Furious, he spat fire back at G.B.'s way, and G.B. ducked behind the table, crawling out of the kitchen before anything got melted. Joe, eye brow raised, laughed at the two of them.
"Now what are you fighting about?" he asked G.B. as he stood up and dusted himself off.
"Why, that oaf refuses to let me cook some of my homeland's famous tea and crumpets! Aren't the Chinese also lovers of tea?"
"Um...couldn't tell you," Joe said with a humorous smile. In the front of the ship, Dr. Gilmore, Baby Ivan, Francoise, and Pyunma were all discussing the weather, which was nice to discuss, being as they rarely got a chance to even conduct small talk. After a glance in the kitchen, Joe gulped and joined them, "Good morning everyone!"
"Oh, good morning, 009," Dr. Gilmore said. "003 was telling us that she heard you tossing all night, are you all right?" Francoise blushed, and looked away, as Joe glanced at her.
"Yes, Doctor, I'm fine. Just a bad dream," he said, then chuckled, "Man, I forgot what bad dreams were!" 008 and 001 also laughed along with him, but Dr. Gilmore and Francoise looked at each other with a frown.
"Well, if you can't sleep at night, 009, you can always hang out with 004 and I," Pyunma said, laughing. "We never get to sleep till after midnight anyway." Joe nodded.
"Thanks, 008, I'll keep that in mind."
"What's all the racket on this ship?! Can't a cyobrg get a peaceful sleep without people laughing and throwing frying pans at each other?!" Jet demanded, coming out of his room and rubbing his eyes as he stretched.
"The thing returns, people," Albert called from the cockpit. "Run for your robotic lives!"
"Ha ha, very funny," Jet shot back, sitting down. "So where're we headed today, Dr. Gilmore?"
"Actually," Dr. Gilmore said, pondering for a moment, "Dr. Kizumi asked us to visit...so I guess it's off to Tokyo with us!" He smiled toward 009, "That okay, 009?"
"It's fine," Joe said confusedly. "Why wouldn't it be?" Once again, Gilmore and Francoise exchanged a look, then the good doctor shrugged and called everyone to get to the cockpit. Joe sat down, and let his fingers run over the controls mechanically, as was the routine. His mouth had gone a little dry, and it was hard to swallow. So they were going back to Tokyo, huh? That was where he'd dreamed he'd met Kohana...what if...what if it was real? What if Kohana really was going to die? Sighing, he let his anxiety ease as he glanced around at his teammates. They didn't need to know anything about why he was so tense. They had their own problems. Relaxing his eyes closed, he didn't realize that everyone was glancing at him, then each other. He only knew that for some reason, even though he had just awoken, he was exhausted. As he drifted off, Dr. Gilmore looked worriedly at him. Apparently, they knew more then he thought...
I know, you all hate me. Just felt like a good place to leave it off...^^;; So please review, even if it's only to curse me out for my untimely short chapter writing disease.
Chapter One...
Joe shot awake in a cold sweat, and looked around his room with a heavy sigh, "Just a dream..." Everything was the same as usual, even everywhere else in the Dolphin. In fact...
"You bloody oaf, why won't you ever let me cook something British??" G.B. cried from the kitchen. Joe smiled, his anxiety forgotten as he went out to see what all the fuss was about.
"I don't think so!" Chang spat back, throwing a frying pan G.B.'s way. G.B. transformed into a catapault, and threw it back his way. Chang got hit right in the face, and when the pan fell to the ground, it left an imprint on his face. Furious, he spat fire back at G.B.'s way, and G.B. ducked behind the table, crawling out of the kitchen before anything got melted. Joe, eye brow raised, laughed at the two of them.
"Now what are you fighting about?" he asked G.B. as he stood up and dusted himself off.
"Why, that oaf refuses to let me cook some of my homeland's famous tea and crumpets! Aren't the Chinese also lovers of tea?"
"Um...couldn't tell you," Joe said with a humorous smile. In the front of the ship, Dr. Gilmore, Baby Ivan, Francoise, and Pyunma were all discussing the weather, which was nice to discuss, being as they rarely got a chance to even conduct small talk. After a glance in the kitchen, Joe gulped and joined them, "Good morning everyone!"
"Oh, good morning, 009," Dr. Gilmore said. "003 was telling us that she heard you tossing all night, are you all right?" Francoise blushed, and looked away, as Joe glanced at her.
"Yes, Doctor, I'm fine. Just a bad dream," he said, then chuckled, "Man, I forgot what bad dreams were!" 008 and 001 also laughed along with him, but Dr. Gilmore and Francoise looked at each other with a frown.
"Well, if you can't sleep at night, 009, you can always hang out with 004 and I," Pyunma said, laughing. "We never get to sleep till after midnight anyway." Joe nodded.
"Thanks, 008, I'll keep that in mind."
"What's all the racket on this ship?! Can't a cyobrg get a peaceful sleep without people laughing and throwing frying pans at each other?!" Jet demanded, coming out of his room and rubbing his eyes as he stretched.
"The thing returns, people," Albert called from the cockpit. "Run for your robotic lives!"
"Ha ha, very funny," Jet shot back, sitting down. "So where're we headed today, Dr. Gilmore?"
"Actually," Dr. Gilmore said, pondering for a moment, "Dr. Kizumi asked us to visit...so I guess it's off to Tokyo with us!" He smiled toward 009, "That okay, 009?"
"It's fine," Joe said confusedly. "Why wouldn't it be?" Once again, Gilmore and Francoise exchanged a look, then the good doctor shrugged and called everyone to get to the cockpit. Joe sat down, and let his fingers run over the controls mechanically, as was the routine. His mouth had gone a little dry, and it was hard to swallow. So they were going back to Tokyo, huh? That was where he'd dreamed he'd met Kohana...what if...what if it was real? What if Kohana really was going to die? Sighing, he let his anxiety ease as he glanced around at his teammates. They didn't need to know anything about why he was so tense. They had their own problems. Relaxing his eyes closed, he didn't realize that everyone was glancing at him, then each other. He only knew that for some reason, even though he had just awoken, he was exhausted. As he drifted off, Dr. Gilmore looked worriedly at him. Apparently, they knew more then he thought...
I know, you all hate me. Just felt like a good place to leave it off...^^;; So please review, even if it's only to curse me out for my untimely short chapter writing disease.