Writer notes: This chapter was suppose to be longer, but I'm too lazy and not very sure where Jim and Jane are going. So, this is whatcha get :P
Skylanthus: Well, I'm glad stories like mine made you decide to write TP fics! Sorry you had to get hooked on TP fics during finals :)
Team Bonet: I'm not hot on MarySues, so I try to stay away from writing them! Jane definitely does not have any relation to Captain Morgan.
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Chapter 6: I Don't Think You Know Me
It was a decision, not necessarily by choice, he'd made the night before during his watch. Jim felt childish not exactly wanting to get along with Ms. Morgan. But the defensive voice in his head keep repeating, "She started it!" Jim shook his thoughts clear then reassured himself that he -was- an ADULT and needed to act like one, at that. He slipped down to the galley.
"Good morning Jimmy!" That was B.E.N., standing directly to his right at the serving table. "How was your watch?"
"Same as usual" Jim replied, taking a plate and letting B.E.N. pour a concoction of bonza meat mixed with grounded grainage toast onto it.
"Great, Jim. Say," the robot leaned in. "Whatever you said to my little buddy, I think it helped!" He pointed to a table near the kitchen where Benjamin was talking animatedly to his father as they ate.
"That's great." Jim received the rest of his breakfast, thanking B.E.N., and went to sit. He had sat among the crew for the pass few days, but hadn't taken a liking to them. They were the usual clique spacers anyway. Like always, Jim wasn't a clique type person. He was fixing to head for the table Doc and his son were at, but stopped at a familiar female voice.
"I'd only like a galactagrit patty, please."
"Sure thing, Ms. Janie!"
Jane cringed at the robot's nickname for her. "It's Ms. Morgan" she corrected for the tenth time in five days.
B.E.N. just blew her off like all the other times. "You're too hard on yourself, Ms. Janie. Here's another galactagrit for good measure." He slipped two patties on her plate. Jane sighed. The robot was impossible to talk to, at least to her he was.
She hurried to her usual corner bench, as far from the other ship's crew as possible. But just as she was seating herself, someone slid in from the other side of the bench. Jane flicked a threatening glare Jim's way, but he ignored it. She would -not- push him away when he was trying to make an effort! He plopped himself down then looked up at Jane's frozen figure above him. "Aren't you going to sit?" Jim asked.
Jane keep her mouth clamped, wanting desperately to find a sharp retort. There's nothing to retort back to - said a reasoned thought in her head. He had asked a simple question. She was about to shake her head when the conversation with Doctor Doppler smacked her brain. *For Heaven's sakes!* and a very peculiar word you don't hear ladies say came to mind before she finally bent her legs to sit - eyes fixed on the breakfast in front of her.
They were silent for a whole, eternal minute until Jim broke the arctic barrier between them. "So, Ms. Morgan, how did you sleep?" Jim would of kicked himself if he had the means to. She'd take that question to the outer limits of outrageous, he could feel it.
Instead, all he heard was a scrap of a fork on ceramic though Jane's cheeks were glowing a crimson red. "I had a comfortable sleep, thank you. How was your watch?"
"Good" Jim replied, nodding. "Nothing happen, which is a good thing."
Urg! The awful silence seized them once more. It was actually quite noisy around them, but who'd hear everyone else when you were trying to concentrate on being friendly to someone?
"Do you ever sleep?"
Jim looked up surprised, and turned to his right. Did that come from Ms. Morgan? She was faced his way waiting patiently for an answer. Jim slid on a small grin as he poked at the bonza meat on his plate. "Why do you ask?"
Jane rolled her eyes. "Because I see you up and about always. You never appear tired."
"Guess I have a gift of in-exhaustion" Jim said, brimming with a brillant smile.
"Oh please" Jane mumbled. Just then, something rested on her shoulder. Jane tensed, wondering what in heavens could be on her.
"Morph" Jim instantly stood to relieve Jane of his little shape-shifter. He cupped the blob in both hands, and exclaimed, "I told you not to bother Ms. Morgan."
"Ms. Morgan!" Morph repeated. He squeezed from Jim's grasp, and zoomed to lick Jane's cheek.
"Morph, stopped it!" Jim grabbed for him again, but the mischievous shape-shifter dodged out of the way.
"It's all right."
Jim halted his pursuit.
"You don't have to restrain him. He's not bothering me. I actually sort of like him" Jane admitted, sheepishly.
Jim arched an eyebrow as he sank onto the bench. Morph floated back to him, and perched on his finger. It was written on her face, Jim could see. Ms. Morgan had a soft spot for his little blob! "Then why did you get angry when you assumed I sent Morph into your cabin?"
"I made a mistake. All right?!" she flared back, eyes burning red. Oh how she hated to be wrong.
Jim keep his cool. He was starting to learn Ms. Morgan pretty well - meaning she was prone to outburst. He snatched a few bites from his plate. "You can take care of him today, if you're not bothered him."
"Quite all right." Jane wanted to smile, but her plastidness got the best of her. Morph trilled at her as he rubbed against her cheek. The cold, gel-like substance he was made of sent shivers through her at the touch of her skin.
Jim finished off his breakfast quickly then stood, grabbing his plate. "Off to check the sails. Take good care of him for me."
"You didn't answer my question, Mr. Hawkins" Jane called before he could reach the end of the bench. Jim turned, curiously. "Do you ever sleep?"
That winning smile made another appearance, making Jim look like the cat that swallowed the canary. "That's for me to know, and you to wonder about." With that, he hurried out the galley leaving his dirty dish on the serving table.
Jane's cheeks flamed. He could surely prick a cord in her. "Oh bother" she murmured to herself, handing Morph a piece of grit.
Skylanthus: Well, I'm glad stories like mine made you decide to write TP fics! Sorry you had to get hooked on TP fics during finals :)
Team Bonet: I'm not hot on MarySues, so I try to stay away from writing them! Jane definitely does not have any relation to Captain Morgan.
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Chapter 6: I Don't Think You Know Me
It was a decision, not necessarily by choice, he'd made the night before during his watch. Jim felt childish not exactly wanting to get along with Ms. Morgan. But the defensive voice in his head keep repeating, "She started it!" Jim shook his thoughts clear then reassured himself that he -was- an ADULT and needed to act like one, at that. He slipped down to the galley.
"Good morning Jimmy!" That was B.E.N., standing directly to his right at the serving table. "How was your watch?"
"Same as usual" Jim replied, taking a plate and letting B.E.N. pour a concoction of bonza meat mixed with grounded grainage toast onto it.
"Great, Jim. Say," the robot leaned in. "Whatever you said to my little buddy, I think it helped!" He pointed to a table near the kitchen where Benjamin was talking animatedly to his father as they ate.
"That's great." Jim received the rest of his breakfast, thanking B.E.N., and went to sit. He had sat among the crew for the pass few days, but hadn't taken a liking to them. They were the usual clique spacers anyway. Like always, Jim wasn't a clique type person. He was fixing to head for the table Doc and his son were at, but stopped at a familiar female voice.
"I'd only like a galactagrit patty, please."
"Sure thing, Ms. Janie!"
Jane cringed at the robot's nickname for her. "It's Ms. Morgan" she corrected for the tenth time in five days.
B.E.N. just blew her off like all the other times. "You're too hard on yourself, Ms. Janie. Here's another galactagrit for good measure." He slipped two patties on her plate. Jane sighed. The robot was impossible to talk to, at least to her he was.
She hurried to her usual corner bench, as far from the other ship's crew as possible. But just as she was seating herself, someone slid in from the other side of the bench. Jane flicked a threatening glare Jim's way, but he ignored it. She would -not- push him away when he was trying to make an effort! He plopped himself down then looked up at Jane's frozen figure above him. "Aren't you going to sit?" Jim asked.
Jane keep her mouth clamped, wanting desperately to find a sharp retort. There's nothing to retort back to - said a reasoned thought in her head. He had asked a simple question. She was about to shake her head when the conversation with Doctor Doppler smacked her brain. *For Heaven's sakes!* and a very peculiar word you don't hear ladies say came to mind before she finally bent her legs to sit - eyes fixed on the breakfast in front of her.
They were silent for a whole, eternal minute until Jim broke the arctic barrier between them. "So, Ms. Morgan, how did you sleep?" Jim would of kicked himself if he had the means to. She'd take that question to the outer limits of outrageous, he could feel it.
Instead, all he heard was a scrap of a fork on ceramic though Jane's cheeks were glowing a crimson red. "I had a comfortable sleep, thank you. How was your watch?"
"Good" Jim replied, nodding. "Nothing happen, which is a good thing."
Urg! The awful silence seized them once more. It was actually quite noisy around them, but who'd hear everyone else when you were trying to concentrate on being friendly to someone?
"Do you ever sleep?"
Jim looked up surprised, and turned to his right. Did that come from Ms. Morgan? She was faced his way waiting patiently for an answer. Jim slid on a small grin as he poked at the bonza meat on his plate. "Why do you ask?"
Jane rolled her eyes. "Because I see you up and about always. You never appear tired."
"Guess I have a gift of in-exhaustion" Jim said, brimming with a brillant smile.
"Oh please" Jane mumbled. Just then, something rested on her shoulder. Jane tensed, wondering what in heavens could be on her.
"Morph" Jim instantly stood to relieve Jane of his little shape-shifter. He cupped the blob in both hands, and exclaimed, "I told you not to bother Ms. Morgan."
"Ms. Morgan!" Morph repeated. He squeezed from Jim's grasp, and zoomed to lick Jane's cheek.
"Morph, stopped it!" Jim grabbed for him again, but the mischievous shape-shifter dodged out of the way.
"It's all right."
Jim halted his pursuit.
"You don't have to restrain him. He's not bothering me. I actually sort of like him" Jane admitted, sheepishly.
Jim arched an eyebrow as he sank onto the bench. Morph floated back to him, and perched on his finger. It was written on her face, Jim could see. Ms. Morgan had a soft spot for his little blob! "Then why did you get angry when you assumed I sent Morph into your cabin?"
"I made a mistake. All right?!" she flared back, eyes burning red. Oh how she hated to be wrong.
Jim keep his cool. He was starting to learn Ms. Morgan pretty well - meaning she was prone to outburst. He snatched a few bites from his plate. "You can take care of him today, if you're not bothered him."
"Quite all right." Jane wanted to smile, but her plastidness got the best of her. Morph trilled at her as he rubbed against her cheek. The cold, gel-like substance he was made of sent shivers through her at the touch of her skin.
Jim finished off his breakfast quickly then stood, grabbing his plate. "Off to check the sails. Take good care of him for me."
"You didn't answer my question, Mr. Hawkins" Jane called before he could reach the end of the bench. Jim turned, curiously. "Do you ever sleep?"
That winning smile made another appearance, making Jim look like the cat that swallowed the canary. "That's for me to know, and you to wonder about." With that, he hurried out the galley leaving his dirty dish on the serving table.
Jane's cheeks flamed. He could surely prick a cord in her. "Oh bother" she murmured to herself, handing Morph a piece of grit.