I don't own n e Treasure Planet characters Im just random
Amy
A soft knock sounded on the handsome door of the captain's quarters.
"Captain?" Called Delbert softly, pushing the door open.
He had left her a few moments alone, not wishing to disturb her thoughts or privacy. Now however, he wished to speak with the woman who had stolen his admiration –and admittedly, his heart –hearing no sounds of protest, he slipped inside.
The once immaculate stateroom was now littered with fallen books, star charts and clothes from an upturned chest of drawers.
Captain Amelia sat at her desk, the small objects still scattered over it. She made no movement; her head was in her hands, her auburn hair no longer in place, but scattered about her.
Delbert was unsure how to take this demeanor, so he simply began to talk gently to her, unsure of how to begin. "Um- Captain I- oof!"
Amelia's head snapped up and even in her present state, she had to choke back a laugh, she loved to have all of her pencils sharpened perfectly and Delbert had unintentionally proceeded to place a hand on her desk, not looking at anything else but her and had been given a sharp poke, causing him to leap back in alarm and crash into a tall stand, knocking it over and the ugly pot –which had been miraculously saved in the impact –had landed upside down on his head.
Delbert gave a muffled cry, unable to understand exactly why the world had just disappeared.
He hastily removed the offending pottery and, noticing Amelia's gaze upon him, proceeding to turn beet red, and stood to his feet.
As he moved to place the vase back –his eyes still on her –he tripped over a stray sweater. Legs tangled, he fell flat on his nose, promptly dropping the vase, which shattered into a thousand pieces.
"Captain! I-I-I'm so sorry I didn't mean- I can fix…" He trailed off when he saw Amelia still watching him, "Oh why do I bother?" he muttered sadly. "I come in here to comfort you, to offer any help…and I do something so incredibly stupid that you wish never to see me again-don't say anything" He added, as Amelia opened her mouth.
"I just came in here to tell you that I am terribly sorry for Mr. Arrow, I know he was a great friend of yours, and I wanted you to know that whenever you feel you need a friend I… well...I'll always… anyway it doesn't matter, I've already wasted your time, you obviously wish to be alone. I should just…"
He untangled himself and moved to the door.
"Doctor," she called
Delbert lifted one ear and turned back to face her.
"Captain?"
"I do need a friend," she whispered.
"Y-you do?"
She nodded.
"A-a friend who proceeds to knock over everything, and break anything of value and frum-fumbles over his words?"
"Yes."
There was a silence. Delbert's hand fell from the handle and he walked slowly back to her desk, feeling now he should say something.
"Captain…about Arrow…"
Amelia looked at the ground, suddenly guilty that she could be cheerful at such a time. She knew it was wrong and a terrible thing to do, but she couldn't seem to help herself around Delbert. He always seemed to make her laugh to herself (though she would never tell him she found him so amusing).
"H-he was a good friend," she managed. "The best…" she trailed off, feeling tears welling up again. She could not let him see her cry. She wouldn't. Come on Amelia, pull yourself together.
Delbert saw her confusion and wondered if he dared put a hand on her shoulder. If he did, he would be risking
a) The captain's fury
b) His own reputation (not that he had one)
c) Saying (or doing) something he would regret.
He knew full well that if he sat with her, he would end up telling her…well, more than he was prepared to tell.
But as he saw the tears in her eyes, Delbert was so overcome with sympathy and caring, that he moved right around to her and put his arm around her.
"You can grieve for your friend Captain," he said, "you needn't be strong all the time."
Amelia broke down, flinging her arms around him, crying into his shoulder.
Delbert started and hugged her close. What is that perfume she wears? He patted her back, assuring her it would be alright.
"It's just too much," she wept. "Arrow… and this counterfeit voyage!"
"It'll be alright Captain," Delbert assured her, "things are always fine in the end."
"What if it isn't?" she cried, "what if something terrible happens and we're all in danger?"
"Then I'll be there for you," he said without thinking. "I'll always be right here, just for you."
Amelia buried her face into his neck. You should let go now old girl. This is completely unorthodox. It's not hard, just let. Him. Go. Now! Before you do anything else.
But something compelled her to stay that way, there was something in the way he held her that made her never want to let go.
Delbert struggled to let Amelia go. He wanted so much to stay, but he knew that if he did, he would blow everything. They were friends now. That was enough.
Amelia was so tired. She wanted to fall asleep in Delbert's arms, feel the warmth of his body against hers… Snap out of it! Arrow. Is. Dead! And you're considering ridiculous possibilities like this! No, wait…not possibilities! Shut up! Just shut up! Stop talking to yourself!
On an impulse, Delbert wiped a tear from her cheek. He held her gaze, is she getting closer? He was so close to her, he could see every aspect of her large eyes.
Amelia coughed and drew back, Delbert shook himself and wondered what to do next. He scratched his head and turned to look around. He began to pick up various things from the floor, finding places for them.
Amelia watched him work, intrigued. Her eyes sparkled as she realized where he was about to go.
Delbert halted as her found the piles of clothes on the floor. Don't stop now, she'll notice.
He began folding them and putting them away in the drawers, pretending nothing had changed, but feeling the blush creep across his face like butter on toast. Relax, there's no…shit!
His blush deepened and he wondered if he should just turn and walk back. After all, she probably liked putting her own underwear away, none of his business after all.
He felt something brush by him, and almost passed out with relief as Amelia picked them up herself, though there was an evil gleam in her green eyes.
He turned so a not to allow her to see his face, and effectively hit his head against a metal thing on the wall. What it was Delbert was unable to distinguish, as he fell backwards, slightly concussed.
"Doctor?" Amelia called. "Hello? Doctor, are you alright?"
Someone's face swam in front of Delbert's eyes. "God you're beautiful," he muttered vaguely, "have we met?"
He suddenly remembered and mentally slapped himself. Delbert you idiot! You've really stuck your foot in it this time!
Amelia looked startled, a faint tinge appearing on her cheeks now. "Doctor?"
Delbert sat bolt upright, "Captain…I'm…I didn't mean to say that…I…"
Amelia forgot her troubles, forgot her rank and fell down herself laughing, wiping the last tears from her eyes.
"Oh Doctor…why do I find I love you so much more when you're confused?"
A jolt of realization hit her like a tonne of heavy bricks. Had he noticed?
Delbert shook his head. Did she just…no she couldn't have…you have women on the brain you old neophyte, you're hearing what you want to hear. No, wait; you don't want her to say that! Idiot, just stop thinking!
Amelia yawned, then she remembered Arrow. She again felt he guilt. But she reviewed a conversation they had shared once:
"When are you going to realize Amelia, that you can't avoid men forever?"
"I can avoid men forever Arrow, I hate them all, loathsome beasts the lot of them!"
He sighed and then smiled. "What about a certain friend of yours, hmm?"
"What?"
"You know…a special friend…a doctor maybe, hmm?"
"You're going senile old man, age is finally wearing you down."
"Maybe so, but still. I won't be here forever you know. I would love it if you would just find someone. Someone who'll treat you right."
"There is no man in this galaxy, that deserves the cold torment that I would bestow upon them."
He laughed. "That's as maybe Captain, that's as maybe…"
"Captain," said Delbert cautiously. "Are you tired?"
"Not at all," She replied. "bright as day I am." She failed to hide another yawn.
"Bed I think, and a cup of tea."
"No, really I'm fine."
"Nonsense, get changed and I'll get you a drink."
Amelia allowed Delbert to pull her to her feet and half carry, half drag her to her bed.
"Is your tea black or white?" he asked.
"Hmm? Oh, white, no sugar." She muttered.
Delbert nodded and bustled off to where her own bench was. Stocked with teas and coffees and odd bits and pieces.
He hummed a tune to himself as he prepared Amelia's tea.
But as he returned to her bedroom, he found her, one boot half off, lying exhausted across the bed fast asleep.
Delbert laughed softly, returning the tea to the sink.
He slowly removed her boots and her jacket, pulled back the covers and tucked her in,
Amelia did not even turn over, just slept on. He pushed a stray lock of hair from her face and doing what his thoughts told him to do intentionally for the first time that night dropped the smallest kiss on the sleeping captain's forehead.
"Sleep well my captain."
Yeah it's pretty budget i no. R&R as usual. thanx
Amelia Johnsonn
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