"Lauren did you tell Krista to attack Kristen?" Trance asked skeptically.
"Well, I don't know her name, but if by attacked you me playing a little old game of smear the queer, then yeah." Lauren replied sarcastically yet confidently.
"Why?" Trance asked completely confused.
"We have our reasons." Harper said jumping in before Lauren could even come up with a smart-ass remark. He quickly let go of Lauren's hand, which he just realized he'd been holding the entire time. Much to the dismay of the quote unquote couple, Trance noticed.
"What's going on between you two?" She asked accusingly.
"Nothing. Can't two friends hold hands once in a while?" Harper replied innocently.
"So there's nothing going on?" Trance asked.
"No." Lauren stated plainly. "What's with the third degree? I mean all your missing is a big bright yellow light."
"Yeah. Stop interrogating the witness. Lauren, come, we have some hell raising to do." Chelsey said coming up behind Lauren and Harper.
"Yes mum." Lauren replied in a cockney accent. Chelsey rolled her eyes, grabbed Lauren by the arm, and proceeded to 'drag' her down the hallway. Harper watched them go with a far away look in his eyes. When Lauren and Chelsey were out of sight, he looked back at Trance who looked at him questioning.
"What?" He asked, his voice jumping an octave.
"Are you sure?" Trance asked raising an eyebrow.
"I'm lost." Krista asked confused.
"It's okay Krista. Will you help Trance with Kristen please?" Harper asked sweetly.
"Alright." Krista replied, promptly throwing Kristen over her shoulder and heading towards Med Deck.
"And where are you going?" Trance asked accusingly.
"I have a shift on command to finish." He replied 'bitchily'.
"We still have to do something horrible to Tyr. I mean; I did do the whole wicked witch of the west thing." Lauren complained to Chelsey outside command, and Chelsey started to giggle slightly. "What?"
"Nothing." Chelsey tried to stop laughing.
"Come on, spill." Lauren shot.
"No! Just something stupid I came up with." Chelsey shrugged.
"If it has anything to do with this you'd better tell me. Just like Mathew's underwear, I need to know!!!" Lauren Pleaded slightly.
"But Lauren, you still don't' know......about either."
"Shut up!" Lauren said after a moment of thought.
"Anyway, if I don't come back out here in say......two minutes, you'd best come save my ass, okay?"
Lauren, slightly baffled, just nodded and watched the short brunette stride into command. As soon as she entered, she strode up to Tyr, who was leaning against his station.
"Hey there sexy." Chelsey told him seductively, rubbing his forearm slowly.
"Girl, what are you......" Tyr stated before being cut off as Chelsey stole a kiss.
"What the hell is going on here?" Sammie snapped as she appeared in the doorway, causing the two to break up the kiss instantly, "Get away from my man you little whore!"
"Your man? But I love him!" Chelsey said forcefully, matching Sammie's death glare with her own, making it look as if the crew was going to have one hell of a catfight on their hands, and they did. Sammie lunged at Chelsey and they ended up running around the command deck in circles.
"So, what sort of hell raising are you and Chelsey doing?" Harper asked walking up to Lauren, who was leaning against the wall outside of command.
"Oh, we were just plotting on how to make Tyr's life a living hell." Lauren told him with a sly smile.
"Why?"
"Because of what he told you."
"But Lauren, what if we end up getting together because of this?"
"Well, then we're doing it for fun." She replied, blushing slightly as he moved closer to her.
"Whatever burns your fuel." He breathed softly in her ear and kissed her neck lightly.
"Mmmm. You know, we probably shouldn't be doing this in the middle of the hall." She said leaning into him anyway.
"Your right. Lets go to my quarters." He told her while gently pushing her up against the wall. "Oh crap!! Isa's in my quarters." Lauren visibly flinched at the use of Isa's name.
"Yah know, I would prefer it if when you're holding me and are making seductive overtures at me, that you don't use her name."
"Sorry......How about your quarters?"
"I'm really not in the mood. Besides I have to check on Chelsey." Lauren said, gently breaking out of his grasp and moving toward the door.
"Why do you have to check one moony?"
"Because she was gonna do something to Tyr, then Sammie went in there, and I was supposed to be checking on her over three minutes ago. So she's probably in a state where you could suck her up with a straw right now." She explained quickly as she walked through the command deck doors. The sight that greeted her was hilarious. Sammie and Chelsey still ran in circles around the room, as Tyr looked on amused. Maggie stood by the door counting every time Sam and Chelsey ran by her. As Lauren listened, she could hear her.
"28...29...30...Oh hi Lauren."
"What happened?"
"Oh, you should've seen it. Moony and Sammie have been around the room...Oh man, you made me loose count...1..." Maggie explained. As she began counting, again Lauren quit listening. Instead, she looked at Tyr, who was now holding an enraged Sammie back from Chelsey. She watched as a look of thoughtfulness spread across his face as he looked back and forth between the two girls. Then out of his mouth came the funniest this she'd ever heard.
"I'll mate with whoever wins." He said letting go of Sam. Both her and Chelsey looked at him wide eyed. Chelsey turned ghost white and yelled, "You win!" at Sammie before leaving command at a dear run, grabbing Lauren along the way.
"What did you just say?" Sammie asked Tyr after she'd watched Sammie flee command.
"Nothing of importance." He replied, turning back to his station.
"Uh huh." Sammie glared at him. Harper just laughed and went back to work at his own station.
Chelsey ran all the way to her quarters dragging a very confused Lauren behind her. When they entered her quarters, she immediately let go of Lauren and dashed into the bathroom. Fifteen minutes, and a whole bottle of 'Scope' later, she emerged from her bathroom smile evilly, "Let the games begin." She said sitting at the table Lauren had her feet up on.
"What did you do?" Lauren asked her.
"What DID I just do? His tongue was almost in my mouth! I think I'm gonna be sick!" She said dashing back into the bathroom. Another five minutes, and a whole tube of toothpaste, later Chelsey again emerged from the depths of her bathroom.
"Better?" Lauren asked from where she was laying on Chelsey's bed.
"Yeah. Thanks for holding my hair back." She responded sitting net to Lauren.
"No prob. So, what'd you do?"
"I kissed him." She said completely disgusted, "And the worst part is, I think he liked it."
"Oh icky! Well, it's the gift that just keeps on giving."
"Shut up Lauren!" Chelsey said smacking her with a pillow.
"Hey Rommie?" Lauren asked with a sigh.
"Yes?" Holo-Rommie asked.
"Could you please show me your video surveillance footage of what Chelsey did in command?"
"Of course." The hologram replied and was soon replaced by the footage of what Chelsey had done. When the footage finished and disappeared Lauren was on the floor laughing so hard she could barely breathe, let alone stand.
"You wanna go for a walk. You look you could use the air."
"Sure." Lauren said regaining control of herself.
"Lauren? Chelsey asked as she followed her friend out of her quarters.
"Yeah?" Lauren replied, her mind obviously somewhere else.
"There's something I've been meaning to ask you. How did this whole thing with Matt's underwear start? I know I probably shouldn't ask, but it's just the most pathetic thing I've ever heard in my life." Lauren glared at Chelsey's 'pathetic' comment and then thought about it for a second, snickering slightly.
"Well, Matt came with Tyr as a Mercenary. One day I walked in on him as he was changing and he ended up throwing a sheet from his bed around his waist. Ever since I saw him there, holding up that sheet, I've been nagging his about 'Boxers or Briefs?' but he hasn't answered me yet." Lauren turned to Chelsey who had a funny smile on her face.
"What now?" Lauren asked with feigned exasperation.
"Did Tyr ever tell you his preference?"
"Yeah, boxers, actually. He can't stand briefs."
"Why? They don't like to be confined or what?" Chelsey wondered.
"I didn't ask. All I know is that he'd be pissed if someone switched all his underwear for briefs." Lauren shot.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Way ahead of you. I'm thinking pink fuzzy waistband and the Superman 'S'. What do you think?" Lauren considered the options.
"Sounds good to me." Chelsey shrugged.
"Well, I don't know her name, but if by attacked you me playing a little old game of smear the queer, then yeah." Lauren replied sarcastically yet confidently.
"Why?" Trance asked completely confused.
"We have our reasons." Harper said jumping in before Lauren could even come up with a smart-ass remark. He quickly let go of Lauren's hand, which he just realized he'd been holding the entire time. Much to the dismay of the quote unquote couple, Trance noticed.
"What's going on between you two?" She asked accusingly.
"Nothing. Can't two friends hold hands once in a while?" Harper replied innocently.
"So there's nothing going on?" Trance asked.
"No." Lauren stated plainly. "What's with the third degree? I mean all your missing is a big bright yellow light."
"Yeah. Stop interrogating the witness. Lauren, come, we have some hell raising to do." Chelsey said coming up behind Lauren and Harper.
"Yes mum." Lauren replied in a cockney accent. Chelsey rolled her eyes, grabbed Lauren by the arm, and proceeded to 'drag' her down the hallway. Harper watched them go with a far away look in his eyes. When Lauren and Chelsey were out of sight, he looked back at Trance who looked at him questioning.
"What?" He asked, his voice jumping an octave.
"Are you sure?" Trance asked raising an eyebrow.
"I'm lost." Krista asked confused.
"It's okay Krista. Will you help Trance with Kristen please?" Harper asked sweetly.
"Alright." Krista replied, promptly throwing Kristen over her shoulder and heading towards Med Deck.
"And where are you going?" Trance asked accusingly.
"I have a shift on command to finish." He replied 'bitchily'.
"We still have to do something horrible to Tyr. I mean; I did do the whole wicked witch of the west thing." Lauren complained to Chelsey outside command, and Chelsey started to giggle slightly. "What?"
"Nothing." Chelsey tried to stop laughing.
"Come on, spill." Lauren shot.
"No! Just something stupid I came up with." Chelsey shrugged.
"If it has anything to do with this you'd better tell me. Just like Mathew's underwear, I need to know!!!" Lauren Pleaded slightly.
"But Lauren, you still don't' know......about either."
"Shut up!" Lauren said after a moment of thought.
"Anyway, if I don't come back out here in say......two minutes, you'd best come save my ass, okay?"
Lauren, slightly baffled, just nodded and watched the short brunette stride into command. As soon as she entered, she strode up to Tyr, who was leaning against his station.
"Hey there sexy." Chelsey told him seductively, rubbing his forearm slowly.
"Girl, what are you......" Tyr stated before being cut off as Chelsey stole a kiss.
"What the hell is going on here?" Sammie snapped as she appeared in the doorway, causing the two to break up the kiss instantly, "Get away from my man you little whore!"
"Your man? But I love him!" Chelsey said forcefully, matching Sammie's death glare with her own, making it look as if the crew was going to have one hell of a catfight on their hands, and they did. Sammie lunged at Chelsey and they ended up running around the command deck in circles.
"So, what sort of hell raising are you and Chelsey doing?" Harper asked walking up to Lauren, who was leaning against the wall outside of command.
"Oh, we were just plotting on how to make Tyr's life a living hell." Lauren told him with a sly smile.
"Why?"
"Because of what he told you."
"But Lauren, what if we end up getting together because of this?"
"Well, then we're doing it for fun." She replied, blushing slightly as he moved closer to her.
"Whatever burns your fuel." He breathed softly in her ear and kissed her neck lightly.
"Mmmm. You know, we probably shouldn't be doing this in the middle of the hall." She said leaning into him anyway.
"Your right. Lets go to my quarters." He told her while gently pushing her up against the wall. "Oh crap!! Isa's in my quarters." Lauren visibly flinched at the use of Isa's name.
"Yah know, I would prefer it if when you're holding me and are making seductive overtures at me, that you don't use her name."
"Sorry......How about your quarters?"
"I'm really not in the mood. Besides I have to check on Chelsey." Lauren said, gently breaking out of his grasp and moving toward the door.
"Why do you have to check one moony?"
"Because she was gonna do something to Tyr, then Sammie went in there, and I was supposed to be checking on her over three minutes ago. So she's probably in a state where you could suck her up with a straw right now." She explained quickly as she walked through the command deck doors. The sight that greeted her was hilarious. Sammie and Chelsey still ran in circles around the room, as Tyr looked on amused. Maggie stood by the door counting every time Sam and Chelsey ran by her. As Lauren listened, she could hear her.
"28...29...30...Oh hi Lauren."
"What happened?"
"Oh, you should've seen it. Moony and Sammie have been around the room...Oh man, you made me loose count...1..." Maggie explained. As she began counting, again Lauren quit listening. Instead, she looked at Tyr, who was now holding an enraged Sammie back from Chelsey. She watched as a look of thoughtfulness spread across his face as he looked back and forth between the two girls. Then out of his mouth came the funniest this she'd ever heard.
"I'll mate with whoever wins." He said letting go of Sam. Both her and Chelsey looked at him wide eyed. Chelsey turned ghost white and yelled, "You win!" at Sammie before leaving command at a dear run, grabbing Lauren along the way.
"What did you just say?" Sammie asked Tyr after she'd watched Sammie flee command.
"Nothing of importance." He replied, turning back to his station.
"Uh huh." Sammie glared at him. Harper just laughed and went back to work at his own station.
Chelsey ran all the way to her quarters dragging a very confused Lauren behind her. When they entered her quarters, she immediately let go of Lauren and dashed into the bathroom. Fifteen minutes, and a whole bottle of 'Scope' later, she emerged from her bathroom smile evilly, "Let the games begin." She said sitting at the table Lauren had her feet up on.
"What did you do?" Lauren asked her.
"What DID I just do? His tongue was almost in my mouth! I think I'm gonna be sick!" She said dashing back into the bathroom. Another five minutes, and a whole tube of toothpaste, later Chelsey again emerged from the depths of her bathroom.
"Better?" Lauren asked from where she was laying on Chelsey's bed.
"Yeah. Thanks for holding my hair back." She responded sitting net to Lauren.
"No prob. So, what'd you do?"
"I kissed him." She said completely disgusted, "And the worst part is, I think he liked it."
"Oh icky! Well, it's the gift that just keeps on giving."
"Shut up Lauren!" Chelsey said smacking her with a pillow.
"Hey Rommie?" Lauren asked with a sigh.
"Yes?" Holo-Rommie asked.
"Could you please show me your video surveillance footage of what Chelsey did in command?"
"Of course." The hologram replied and was soon replaced by the footage of what Chelsey had done. When the footage finished and disappeared Lauren was on the floor laughing so hard she could barely breathe, let alone stand.
"You wanna go for a walk. You look you could use the air."
"Sure." Lauren said regaining control of herself.
"Lauren? Chelsey asked as she followed her friend out of her quarters.
"Yeah?" Lauren replied, her mind obviously somewhere else.
"There's something I've been meaning to ask you. How did this whole thing with Matt's underwear start? I know I probably shouldn't ask, but it's just the most pathetic thing I've ever heard in my life." Lauren glared at Chelsey's 'pathetic' comment and then thought about it for a second, snickering slightly.
"Well, Matt came with Tyr as a Mercenary. One day I walked in on him as he was changing and he ended up throwing a sheet from his bed around his waist. Ever since I saw him there, holding up that sheet, I've been nagging his about 'Boxers or Briefs?' but he hasn't answered me yet." Lauren turned to Chelsey who had a funny smile on her face.
"What now?" Lauren asked with feigned exasperation.
"Did Tyr ever tell you his preference?"
"Yeah, boxers, actually. He can't stand briefs."
"Why? They don't like to be confined or what?" Chelsey wondered.
"I didn't ask. All I know is that he'd be pissed if someone switched all his underwear for briefs." Lauren shot.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Way ahead of you. I'm thinking pink fuzzy waistband and the Superman 'S'. What do you think?" Lauren considered the options.
"Sounds good to me." Chelsey shrugged.