Coffee Break

Author's Note: Hola, como te llamas? Sorry. Just testing my Spanish. Hee.

I'm having lots of fun writing these things. Where we left off:

Story 1: Molly has a problem keeping up with clothes. Can you say obsessive compulsive disorder?

Story 2: Who knew Molly likes J-Music? Who also knew she liked Cavennaugh, too?

Story 3: Lesson 1: Never get Molly hammered. She already eats too much sugar these days.

Story 4: I think they're catching on. Better slack off a little. Yeah, right! Like I really would!

So, what do you get when you're on your coffee break at work after studying the alien lifeform and suddenly there's nothing else to do? I'm sorta scared now.. Hold me..! bites nails

They're a little in character this time! Why am I so surprised by that...:(

Molly Caffrey had had a hard day at work that afternoon. So much going on, and so little time to do it all; if she was showing no signs of infection, she'd think she was already an alien, walking around in her own body but not really there. She felt like she needed some caffeine, and now; just a few more minutes... Just a few..

"Alright, let's take ten." said J.T. Baylock. He nodded to Molly as if knowing precisely what she was thinking. Finally, she thought, rising from her place. I seriously need some coffee..

She entered a small room and poured herself a cup, smelling of the strong, black liquid before packing in three tablespoons of sugar (Just for good luck). It was then that she noticed she wasn't alone.

"Ramsey!" she cried, nearly knocking over the coffee machine. "Don't creep up on me like that.. Ramsey?"

He was just standing there, looking at her.

"Okk. I don't know what's going on, but I'm officially creeped out." She took a sip of her coffee before sighing deeply; that sure hit the spot!

"Could you.. uh.. help me, Caffrey? I can't feel my legs.." Ramsey suddenly replied. Molly looked at him up and down before deciding the poor guy was drunk. She picked him up as best as she could and carried him around; she felt like a mother all of a sudden.

"If I wasn't drunk, I'd so be bitching at you.." Ramsey said. "This is really degrading."

"Oh, come off it, Ramsey! It's not so bad. This way, you can see more of the building."

"...Are you teasing me about my height? 'Cause I know how to hurt a woman, even if she doesn't have manbags."

Molly really didn't want to know what he meant by that.

She put him down in the conference room where he looked off in space, appearing extremely worn down. Molly took notice of the puffyness of his eyes and the dark shadows under them. She didn't know going to strip bars could do that to a man..

"Molly," came a voice behind her, rousing her from her thoughts. It was Cavennaugh; she felt her knees grow weak momentarily though she didn't know why.

"Hey, Sean. What can I do you for.. I mean, do for you?" She wanted to kick herself hard in the ass.

"Um.. I was wanting to apologize about this morning. I know that was a bit weird.."

Molly thought back to what he was refering to. Wait, the conversation about her being a bad drunk or of her leaping into his arms and him petting her like a kitty?

"No, don't apologize. It was.. a weird time for us, I guess. I haven't been myself lately." However, she still felt like jumping into his arms and stroking his face; what was with these impulses?

"Well, uh, I guess this is just awkward then.." He nodded to her, turned away, but couldn't leave. He tried to will himself but no.. Nothing.

"Maybe you need some coffee." Molly offered. "It really does the mind good, you know."

Cavennaugh took an offered cup and drank it all in one gulp. "Ah, that hits the spot!"

Molly smiled. She liked looking at his face; he was cute. Wait a sec, what the hell was that all about?

"Well, break's almost over. I'd better.." Molly froze in her place. "Uh, Cavennaugh.. Um.." She turned red all of a sudden.

"Yeah, Molly?"

"Meepa peepa." Her hand shot across her mouth at the utter garbage she had uttered. "I mean.. Sciddley daddle doo." Her face turned even more crimson in color.

"Um, ok.. I guess I'd better be going then.." He looked at her sideways before speeding off like a cartoon character in a big, puffy cloud.

Caffrey looked at herself in the mirror. Yep, no more coffee breaks from now on.

Author's End Note: I. Am. In. The. Coffee! Don't drink it! I warn you. I made Molly say naughty things in the Alien language! She really likes Cavennaugh, doesn't she? giggles like a school girl

To those I might be offending: I'm really sorry. This is the only way I know how to write Threshold. It's so.. serious. It makes me want to do silly stuff when I write it :(