A/N: i think this is really cool, cuz there's Greek in here!
I did a lot of research to find the stuff I needed, but I am happy with
the results! If something is incorrect, you have my deepest and utmost
apology. I tried my best. Please R&R! Enjoy!
Translation, Please?
"Love can transpose to form and dignity; Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind, and therefore winged Cupid painted blind, nor hath love's mind of any judgement taste, wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste," Stella quietly recited from memory. She frowned, willing herself to concentrate on her work instead of the man she was working with. "Augh," she groaned and gave up. Angrily, she dragged a hand over her eyes, wiping away the tears that were starting to fall.
A dark-haired former Marine stood in the doorway of the lab, watching her in fascination.
"Get a grip, Bonasera." The brunette muttered under her breath, not aware of her visitor.
Mac raised his eyebrows in bemusement. "And in English, that means..."
"Θρησκ, Mac!" Stella jumped up, almost banging her head on the microscope she was using at the moment. "Μπορείς κατατρομάζω τον!" She sighed at the blank look on his face. "You scared the hell outta me!"
"Συγγνώμη," Mac apologized, not really wanting to admit the fact that he had been studying her.
"Glad to see you remembered the important words," Stella commented.
He grinned. "Yup."
She sighed again.
"You okay, Stella?"
"No."
"Want to talk about it?"
"No."
"Join me for coffee?"
"No- σκοπός, επιδίωξη:-?" Stella eyed her friend warily.
"Uh..."
"For a certain reason?" she translated with a hint of exasperation.
"Stella, for once I'm the happy one," Mac stated, and nearly laughed out loud when a smirk appeared on her face, "And you're unhappy. Irish coffee will do the trick."
"Uh-huh." Stella still looked dubious.
"Please?" Mac frowned in concentration, "παρακαλώ?"
She bit her tongue to keep from laughing. "I could probably make you get down on your knees and beg, huh?"
"No way. I draw the line there."
This time she couldn't hold back her laughter. "Εντάξει." She nodded, just in case he didn't catch the word.
He held out his hand gallantly, and to his faint surprise, she took it. They walked out the door, hand in hand.
"Σας αγαπώ, Mac."
"Huh?"
"I said, you are one of a kind, Mac Taylor," she lied, inwardly wincing.
THE END
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