Chapter 9: Moving On Is Harder Than it Looks Part 1

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

The punching bag nearly went off its hinges as Vivian gritted her teeth, putting as much force into her swings as she could. She couldn't stand Sarah's death. It felt as though time slowed down. It didn't help that Three hasn't even come close to her. He just avoids her. Then again…he was avoiding everyone. Locked up in his room or working out, avoiding eye contact or small talk. It wasn't like him to just ignore people the way he had been. She caught him in the mess a few times grabbing some alcohol and whatever was left over to eat way before or after everyone would show up.

The whole incident with Sarah was tearing Vivian apart. And she didn't want to admit it. She couldn't sleep with Sarah's death hovering over her. There were times she would go into the cargo bay, falling asleep next to the pod. Praying that maybe it was just a hoax and that she would just wake up. No one knew…except for Five. She caught Vivian sitting on the floor one night next to Sarah's stasis pod. Sobbing. Vivian then couldn't hide it from her. She couldn't lie very easily. At least not something like this.

She told Five not to tell anyone. Mostly because she didn't want the others to know how bad it was. She didn't want people to think she couldn't handle it. It wasn't her first death on a ship. And something told her it was far from her last. And with Three not talking to her…not even hinting the same anguish she was feeling. She finally accepted that she was crying for both of them. Suffering for both of them.

Three was too proud to admit anything. But she wondered how would he even get passed this whole thing without even mentioning it? Even if he couldn't remember, Sarah…certainly did seem to love him. You can't ignore something like that right?

Vivian hit the punching bag again, drawing her sword from her belt. She tried to balance her mind by various techniques. It wasn't meditation but she had to admit it was a bit of a stress relief. She couldn't decide what she was more upset about: how hard it was hitting her, Sarah's death entirely, or the fact that it was hurting Three and he refused to talk about it. She swung her sword carefully, moving slowly with every movement. She closed her eyes, holding back frustrated tears.

She was fully concentrated when she forced her sword out in front of her, eyes closed. She kept going repeatedly. Four approached the door, leaning against the frame as she continued on her routine. He watched her become steady, curious of her technique.

"Halvor," Sarah's voice called out, causing Vivian to open her eyes in confusion. She jumped seeing Four.

"Did you say something?" Vivian asked. Four looked at her oddly.

"No," he answered flatly. Vivian swallowed, proceeding with her routine. Four made his way towards the weapons rack. "You're up early."
"Couldn't sleep," Vivian breathed, closing her eyes again. "It's becoming a habit lately."

"Is it about Three?" Four asked as he gripped onto his blade. Vivian exhaled.

"We're not that close are we?" Vivian scoffed.

"As much as both of you don't want to seem to admit it, it's very obvious you two like each other…in more than a platonic way," Four stated matter-of-factly.

"Yeah…then why has he been avoiding me?" Vivian questioned as she took a swing, jumping at the sound of her sword clanging with his. Vivian's eyes were wide open then, staring at Four's stern, stoic face.

"Grief does odd things to people," Four replied. "Just give him some time."

"Tell me about it," Vivian agreed, backing off her sword from his. "Something good has to turn around at some point right?"

Four nodded. Vivian smiled slightly.

"Thank you," she stated gratefully.

"For what?" Four asked curiously.

"You're the first person I talked to in a bit," Vivian scoffed. "I appreciate it."

Four nodded in acknowledgement. Vivian smiled.

"Captain…" Sarah's voice whispered again. Vivian froze, her eyes noticeably wide. Four looked at her oddly.

"Miss Halvor?" Four asked. "You okay?"

Vivian swallowed hard at the voice. Then suddenly she jumped at the thick Scottish accent that appeared in her coms. She dropped her sword from the initial shock.

"Halvor!" Corey's voice repeated.

"Jeez Corey!" Vivian growled, picking up her sword in embarrassment. Four looked at her confused until she pointed at her coms in her ear. "Couldn't your accent be a little less biting?"

"Sorry Captain. I heard you talking so I figured you were available," Corey stated in an apologetic tone. "Hold on why are you up this early?"

Vivian nodded to Four as she left the training room, heading out into the hallway.

"When am I not?" Vivian responded dully. "How's everything on your end?"

"I would say 'going swimmingly' but you know how your father's business runs," Corey stated half-jokingly. "I was going to ask how you were feeling since the…incident…"

Vivian gritted her teeth in frustration as she walked down the corridors slowly, passing by Three's quarters as she headed for the mess.

"If it's all right with you I rather not talk about it," she stated in a whisper. Three noticed her pass by as he was cleaning out his guns.

"Come on lass, don't be like that," Corey's voice rang in her coms.

"You have room to talk when you just scared me out of my boots," Vivian growled.

Three sighed, getting up, heading towards his door. He peeked out seeing Vivian enter the mess hall. He rubbed the back of his neck, hesitating before following her. He stopped by the doorway about to knock until he realized she was on her coms. Vivian put Corey on speaker so she could go about her business and still talk.

"Portia gave your father updates on the former attack. Letting him know you were fine. But…at a cost."

"That's an understatement. She was innocent, she shouldn't have even been caught in the cross fire," Vivian growled as she leaned against the counter.

"I'm sorry Captain," Corey sighed. "How bad was it?"

"She was sick, her stasis pod couldn't hold up to the power outage we had on the attack," Vivian explained almost authoritatively. It was like she was announcing a police report. "Look, it's not the first time someone died on a ship I was involved with."

Vivian stirred her coffee, with her back towards Three.

"You don't sound so good captain," Corey stated. "I know how rough it is on you. You're not exactly the apathetic type. Last time…you didn't eat for days."

"I'm eating just fine," Vivian sighed.

"How do I know that you're not turning skeletal over there?" Corey asked protectively. "Last time-"

"Last time was different Corey," Vivian growled, slamming the cup of coffee on the counter. "And you should know that…"

Three jumped at her sudden outburst. She still had her back toward him. He put his hand over his mouth as he watched on. There was a long pause, just utter silence.

"Captain…if I may… James…wouldn't want you beating yourself up over this…"

Three furrowed his brows. James?

"Who the hell is James?" Three whispered to himself.

"Look I know…" Vivian agreed as she turned herself around forcing Three to hide behind the door in order for her not to notice him. "She just…had so much to live for…Sometimes I wish I could trade places…"

Three swallowed hard at the remark, leaning his head against the wall. He turned towards where she was seeing her eyes well up in tears. He exhaled taking a breath before heading back to his room unnoticed.

"Oh lass…" Corey's voice sighed. "You can't change what happened to the girl. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Vivian sighed, her back leaning against the counter, holding her coffee tightly.

"If you want to believe that kind of thing. She could've had a life with one of the crew. And…now she doesn't have that option," Vivian sighed, taking a sip of her coffee.

"God works in mysterious ways lass. She was suffering…maybe it was for the better. Besides I don't think your crew mate would've wanted her to suffer either, right?" Corey advised lightly. Vivian sighed, nodding her head in agreement.

"Yeah…I guess that's why God let her die with hope in her sleep…" Vivian stated.

"And you helped the others save the ship. That's got to count for something…" Corey stated as Five walked into the mess.

"Well…I can't take much credit on that one," Vivian mentioned, wiping her eyes.

Five looked at the coms hearing Corey's thick accent as she stood for a moment.

"Sorry captain, I just got orders from your father. You going to be all right on your own?" he asked.

"You think a little stress is going to break me then I wouldn't have ever made it alive as captain," Vivian scoffed.

"Point…" Corey agreed. "Well if there's anything I can do."

"I know Corey. I'll let you know," Vivian reassured. "Tell my family I miss them."

"As always," Corey agreed. "I'm here if you need me captain."

Vivian hung up seeing Five watch her worriedly as she wiped the tears off her cheeks.

"Viv?" she asked hesitantly. Vivian sighed.

"Hey Five," she breathed, grabbing her tray of breakfast and sitting at the table with her coffee in front of her.

"You…feeling okay? You don't look so good," Five observed as she grabbed her own breakfast.

"That's an understatement," Vivian forced a smile that made Five worry more. Five gathered her food and some orange juice before sitting across from her. Vivian prodded her food with her fork mindlessly as Five started eating her breakfast. It was almost as if she was keeping a steady eye on her. Vivian appreciated it, but at the same time worried about her…feelings towards other people. She's been a captain for so long, having to look like nothing bothered her when things were happening around the ship. She had to be the strong one. And having…friends was still alien to her.

"Is it about Sarah?" Five asked worriedly. Vivian looked up from her food, nodding silently. Five nodded in understanding. "Have you had any chance to talk to Three about it?"

Vivian shook her head again silently. Five sighed looking towards the door.

"I'm surprised, it's been forever since I've seen him," Five mentioned. "Guess he's not speaking to anyone."

Four walked in quietly grabbing breakfast as well.

"Hey," he greeted flatly. Vivian nodded in return, acknowledging his presence. He observed her noticing her eyes dry from looked like crying and her fiddling with her food rather than eating it.

"It's not surprising if he's being silent. The man lost someone who could've given him a normal life…" Vivian mentioned, finally taking a bite of her food.

"I wouldn't totally agree to that. Remember we're outlaws. Chances of us having a "normal" life passed this are slim," Four disagreed as he sat next to Five. "Besides…I have a feeling he had someone else in mind as a partner and Sarah was not that."

"What makes you say that?" Vivian asked looking at him oddly. Four looked up from his plate, leaning back staring at her with a stern look.

"Do I really need to spell it out for you?" Four asked with a smirk.

"I…" Vivian swallowed. Five looked between them in curiosity.

"It's hurting you as much as him correct? Sarah's death?" Four asked, leaning against the table. Vivian sighed. "You should try to find a way to talk to him. Make him…move on if that's the way to do it. For both of you…"

Vivian hesitated, nodding in acceptance.

"I'll try…" she agreed quietly. "But I can't promise anything…"

It wasn't long until the Raza was going to dock at a new station for supplies and possible repairs for the ship. It was also a hopeful R&R kind of place to regroup while getting everyone's head clear. Two made sure everyone was aware of their arrival within the hour. Vivian thought maybe that's her chance to see what Three was up to. Maybe get him distracted…or talk it out…or something.

Vivian took Four's advice of talking to Three. Get him out of his funk with Sarah. It could possibly help her out as well. He wasn't the only one suffering from the loss of the innocence that was Sarah.

She stopped at the door frame, realizing his door was open. He was mindlessly cleaning out his weapons he had scattered about his room. Okay…coping mechanism. That's good, right? Vivian finally knocked on his door frame, leaning casually against it.

Three jumped at the knock, looking up and seeing her.

"Jesus you scared me," he greeted. Vivian tried to smile a bit.

"Little jumpy eh big guy?" she greeted, folding her arms about her chest. Three scoffed, going back to cleaning his weapon.

"Just wasn't paying attention," he brushed off, not looking at her. She walked in slowly, cautious not to invade what he was doing. "I'm a little busy right now."

"How are you holding up?" she asked lightly, bending down trying to meet his eyes. He darted his eyes away.

"I'm living. That's enough right?" Three asked simply. Not harshly but obviously avoiding chatter. Vivian sighed, sitting next to him on the bed.

"I'm not so sure it is," Vivian scoffed, folding her hands in front of her.

"Well…it's all I can do right now," Three grunted as he slid the cleaning snake out of his weapon, placing it somewhere else, rubbing his hands on his cargo pants. "I'm sorry…but I'm probably better off alone this time. I'm not really up for talking."

"Two told me that we're going to be docking soon," Vivian remarked forcing a sympathetic smile. Three continued avoiding eye contact with her. He twiddled his thumbs uncomfortably, staring at another weapon. "Maybe we can get that drink for real this time?"

Three glanced over to her, but he didn't meet her gaze. Vivian held her breath.

"Sorry sweetheart, not this time," Three rejected as he picked up a pistol and proceeded the same procedure as the previous weapons. She instinctively put a hand on his arm, gripping it slightly.

He stopped moving his hands on the weapon, sighing, glancing over at her hand. She swallowed, looking away embarrassed as she pulled away her hand.

"Look you're not the only one who feels bad about Sarah," Vivian whispered lightly staring at the floor. Three twisted his jaw at the name, proceeding to clean his pistol.

"Let me guess, you would rather replace your life with hers?" Three scoffed looking at he irritated. Vivian's eyes widened shocked at his assumption.

"What-?" she began but he put up a hand to silence her.

"Don't play dumb. I heard what you were saying to your boyfriend with the heavy accent in the mess," Three spat irritated. "Thinking that if you just replaced your life with hers would make everything better. Oh and who's this James guy? Is he secretly your husband back home in your rich mansion?"

Vivian straightened her composure. She closed her eyes biting her tongue.

"That was a private conversation," she whispered. "Which was none of your business."

"None of my business?" Three started then looked at her annoyed. "Let me tell you something sweetheart, Sarah and I trying to figure out who Marcus is or was doesn't change anything. That life, that woman is gone. And there was nothing we could do to stop it. I have to sit and face the consequences.

"And another thing I'm not yours to come look after. So why don't you cut the empathetic, self-sacrifice bullshit and worry about yourself for once and maybe even go back to that guy of yours and-" Three added, but as soon as he made eye contact with her he immediately regretted it.

Vivian's eyes were watery, tears already streaming down her face. It's the first time in his time with her the past few days that he didn't see the pirate captain. He saw a fragile, vulnerable, angry woman. There was a long silence as Three swallowed in discomfort. She turned her eyes away.

"You're not the only one with a past," Vivian began. "And it's not self-sacrifice bullshit when I honestly believed you had a chance with someone who knows you as a kind man instead of a criminal."

Three swallowed as she avoided eye contact with him.

"I'm sorry it's so hard to believe that someone cared about you," Vivian whispered, her voice struggling to remain steady. "Don't throw away something good because you can't accept the good in yourself."

Three watched her as she twisted her jaw.

"Oh and another thing. Despite it being none of your business, James is not my husband," Vivian growled. "He was my brother."

She got up before he could respond, walking out and closing the door behind her. Three watched as she left, groaning in frustration as he continued cleaning out his guns.

"Me and my big mouth," he growled.

"Attention, we're about to dock," Two's voice announced on the speakers. Vivian sighed, as she headed towards her room, passing Four along the way.

"Halvor. Everything go okay?" Four asked.

"Why don't you ask him? Lucky if he even gets off this bloody ship," Vivian growled in frustration as she headed towards her room shutting the door.

Four watched her then shook his head as he looked towards Three's quarters.

Vivian changed in her quarters as they were approaching the space station. She grabbed black tight pants, her knee-high boots and dark blue peasant top throwing on a dark leather jacket. She hid a dagger sheathed in her boot and a pistol in the lining of her jacket pocket. She hid her heirloom under her shirt, and grabbed a few silver rings, letting down her hair to curl about her shoulders.

She looked in the mirror for a moment and jumped when she spotted Two waiting for her at the door.

"I didn't see you," she sighed in relief as she worked on the finishing touches.

"Nice outfit," Two smirked. "I hope you can bargain with some of the locals. Maybe get us a discount?"

"That's the plan," Vivian agreed forcing a small smile. Two walked slowly into her room.

"Android is still rebooting in the med-bay, still has some time to recover from the incident," Two informed.

"Will she be okay sticking around here without anyone watching her?"

"We'll keep the place locked up. Besides," Two smirked, looking at Bruce. "I'm sure your furry friend will attack anyone who tries to invade the ship."

Bruce barked in acknowledgement wagging his tail happily. Vivian laughed, turning around to head out of the room with Two following behind her. Two kept pace with Vivian.

"By the way…thanks for helping us with that whole ordeal," Two mentioned.

"No problem," Vivian replied simply. Two noticed her expression stiffen.

"You doing okay?" Two asked gently. "You seem distant after Sarah…"

"I'm fine…" Vivian breathed, keeping her eyes focused ahead of her. Two stepped in front of her, avoiding her from going any further.

"Hey…" Two sighed as Vivian looked painfully at her. "What's going on? Is it Three? I know he's been…off lately."

Vivian rolled her eyes, but couldn't control them being watery.

"I don't want to talk about him," Vivian bit at the word. Two furrowed her brows and sighed.

"What did he do this time?" Two asked folding her arms about her chest. "Do you need me to kick him in the ass for you?"

"No…" Vivian shook her head. "I just…I don't know."

Two waited patiently. Vivian sighed in defeat.

"Do you ever think…that maybe things should've been different?" Vivian sighed. "Like…maybe Sarah deserved to live."

"Everyone deserves to live," Two replied lightly as they continued to walk towards the mess hall of the ship. "If you think about it…Sarah got to see Three again. It might've been awkward…but they seemed to hit it off okay."

"But…what if she was meant for him?"

"Well I admit there was something there. But…you can't change what happened Halvor. Besides even if she did live, she was suffering from an incurable disease. Who knows how much longer she would've lived anyway. At least she went out peacefully right?"

"You sound like my body guard," Vivian scoffed.

"Everyone let's meet in the mess for your assignments," Two announced on the coms then immediately muted it.

"I know it's rough. But we'll get through this as a team. No suffering in silence all right?" Two reassured. Vivian smiled, nodding as they gathered in the mess hall.

"Thanks…" she whispered. "I just…wish I could help Three…"

"He's tough. Just give him time." Two agreed as she pulled out the clipboard.

"Okay assignments," Two announced. "One you get the infirmary, Five you get g.a.k., tThree you get drinks make sure-"

She stopped seeing Three absent from the mess hall.

"Where's Three?" she asked.

"He's not coming," Five replied with disappointment in her tone. Four looked between the group and especially at Vivain.

"I'll get him," he stated flatly.

"Hey man, give him some time," Six warned.

"He's had enough time," Four disagreed as he walked out of the room.

Four made his way to Three's quarters knocking on his closed door.

"Get lost!" Three greeted but Four, ignoring his greeting, opened the door letting himself in.

"What's the point of knocking if you're just going to stroll in anyway?" Three asked. Four shrugged looking around.

"It's polite," Four answered flatly. Three sighed, continuing to clean his guns. "We're docked and heading into the station."

"I'm not going," Three answered quickly.

"Don't throw the opportunity away, we don't know when's the next time we'll be off the ship," Four encouraged lightly.

"Have a good time," Three ignored. Four rolled his eyes.

"Look I know this is about Sarah. But you got to move on," Four informed.

"Maybe moving on isn't what I'm supposed to do anymore. Maybe I'm supposed to face the consequences," Three sighed, putting his weapon down.

"That's implying you have yourself to blame for what happened," Four observed.

"She counted on me."

"Of course she did. With good reason. But…you can't let her death be your fault," Four reminded. Three looked at him and sighed. "Besides…you forget that there's someone caring for you right now. And you know who I'm talking about."

Three scoffed looking at Four.

"Yeah well right now she hates me," Three smirked, disappointed. "Besides how do you know she even cares."

"She's hurting," Four replied simply.

"How do you honestly know that?" Three asked.

"I've seen her next to Sarah's pod," Four replied with some empathy in his voice. Three swallowed looking at him in disbelief.

"What do you mean? Since when?" Three asked.

"Not too long after she died. I caught her and Five together when I heard someone walking around in the middle of the night," Four explained. "Miss Halvor was there, alone…crying. Before Five noticed her anyway."

"Jesus…" Three sighed, rubbing his eyes.

"As much as she's afraid to admit it she cares about you and what you could've had," Four sighed. "Don't make this any harder than it is."

"I still think she's going to hate me right now," Three groaned, standing up.

"Why?"

"I uh…eavesdropped on a conversation," Three admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "She told her scotts man over there that she would've rather switched places."

"And? You think she hates you how?"

"I called it bullshit," Three grimaced. "I mean why would she want to sacrifice herself for someone she barely knows?"

"Why did you risk your head on saving her life here? Or at all?" Four questioned. "Maybe what matters is your intentions in the moment. If she feels that way…it means she cares. Even as rash as it might sound."

"But why? Why me?" Three asked.

"Well…why don't you ask her?" Four inquired. "You have a chance to. She's coming with us."

"No not happening," Three sighed.

"The only way to move on is to heal. Even if that means accepting what has happened. And not blaming those who are in the crossfire with you."

"But she wasn't in the crossfire," Three objected.

"She wants to help you," Four stated.

"What if I can't help her back," Three growled.

"You're speaking about a pirate captain Three. You really think she needs your help?" Four raised a brow at him.

"Fine then what's in it for me?" Three asked.

"That's for you to decide. Although with the way you stare that girl I'm surprised it hasn't gone further already," Four smirked.

"Yeah yeah. Don't get too excited."

"Now I suggest you get yourself out of this room and just stretch out your legs, talk, etc. It might be good for you," Four suggested grabbing Three's jacket and throwing it at him. "I'll buy you a drink."

Three sighed pulling on his jacket.

"Fine. If you think that'll help."

"Oh one more thing," Four put up a hand. "A suggestion since you've eavesdropped on a conversation and it made her upset. Perhaps you should apologize."

"Yeah like that's going to do anything," Three scoffed about to pass but Four stopped him.

"We have a very dangerous pirate on our ship with a very dangerous family. It's of the crews best interest that she isn't upset with any of us," Four reminded. Three rolled his eyes.

"Fine…But don't expect me to be proud of it."

"Good man."

"Yeah let's hit the drinks."

Vivian anxiously waited with the others by the entrance of the ship.

"You think he's coming?" Five asked anxiously.

"Don't know, it's up for him to decide though," Six mentioned.

"All right same procedure as last time. Under a false ID so no crazy ways of getting yourselves noticed got it?" Two ordered. "Yes, I'm speaking from experience."

"Don't you think that if this is really R&R it would be better if he didn't show up?" One asked. Vivian rolled her eyes as everyone else looked at One rather oddly.

"What?" he asked. "I can't be the only one thinking that."

At that moment, Three and Four appeared on the other end of the hallway towards the group.

"Speak of the devil. Hey you!" One remarked as they approached. "I thought you weren't coming."

"Changed my mind pretty boy. Is that a problem?" Three asked. One put up his hands in surrender.

"Good to see you out and about," Two mentioned as she began typing codes on the doors security system.

"Thanks. But you know me I can't miss a party when it's happening," Three smirked scanning the group. Vivian stood there, crossing her arms about her chest. She avoided eye contact by watching as Two unlocked the doors.

Three finally rested his eyes on her. Other than earlier in the day he hasn't really seen her. She had make up on, nice fitting clothes. Damn it was hard to stay mad when she looked like that. He swallowed hard then recomposed himself. Confidence. Sincerity. Those are key elements in moving on right? Especially with a pissed off pirate? Well here it goes.

"Psst, Halvor," he started, causing Vivian to look at him. Her eyes immediately reached his, forcing her out back to reality. She looked at him uneasily. He mouthed "sorry". She rolled her eyes ignoring him. Three shifted a bit, looking around at the others before moving a bit closer to her.

"Psst, hey," he whispered, as the group started on their way out without them. She was about to follow but he grabbed her arm gently. She turned looking at him hesitantly.

"Hey…I know you're mad at me," Three commented. Vivian shook her head.

"What you going to tell me I'm lying again?" Vivian scoffed.

"Can you just-," he started then he took a breath. "Look I get it…I shouldn't have been eavesdropping on ya. I made the wrong assumptions at the wrong time."

Vivian shook her head.

"Look whatever happens before this ship is my business," Vivian whispered. "If I want you to know about it I would've told you."

Three stood there, hands in his pockets.

"Look I know all right," Three sighed. "I uh…I'm sorry about Sarah."

Vivian bit her lip and looked down.

"Me too…" she sighed, wiping away a tear that formed.

"Why do you care about it so much?" he asked curiously.

"Honestly…I don't know. Maybe it's just some baggage I never knew I had or…" she began.

"You…really wanted her to live didn't you," Three sighed. Vivian nodded slowly.

"Well…" Three began. "Why don't we do something a little different. Maybe celebrate being alive and well. It could've been worse right?"

Vivian looked at him oddly.

"Why don't we enjoy what we have with our crew. Maybe grab something to eat, get some drinks," Three started off and he nudged her.

"I don't know," Vivian sighed.

"Come on," Three groaned. "Daddy needs some drinks and a new set of bullets."

Vivian rolled her eyes laughing. Three smiled a bit.

"Come on what do I have to do to get you out with me?" he asked jokingly. Vivian rolled her eyes.

"I don't know," Vivian sighed.

"As much as it hurts my pride and my ego that I will set aside, how 'bout an apology?" Three sighed.

"What?" Vivian raised her brow at him. Three nodded slowly, walking up to her, putting his hands on her shoulders.

"I'm sorry, I really am…" Three whispered to her. Vivian swallowed and smiled a bit. He smiled backing off.

"Ah? Is that enough to go out and live a little?" he asked. "So, we cool? I mean as long as you don't tell anyone I apologized to you."

"On one condition," Vivian started. She stepped in closing the gap a bit. Three furrowed his brows at her.

"Ooo I don't bribe well with pirates," Three announced. She smirked at him, putting a hand around his neck and pulling him closer. "Then again maybe I can make an exception."

"If I say I accept your apology, how about we take it to the next level shall we?"

"Such as?" Three asked.

"You buy the drinks, I get you a discount and see where the day goes from there?" Vivian asked. He bit his lip looking back towards the ship.

"Or we can you know stay here and-"

Vivian put a finger on his lips.

"As tempting as that is, I rather not have your crew getting suspicious," Vivian smirked.

"Oh who cares. Let us live a little right?" Three grinned, grabbing her hand.

"I promise I'll make it worth your while if you wait," Vivian sang alluringly in his ear, kissing his neck. Three shivered, biting his lip.

"Oh come on sweetheart don't make me beg," Three groaned.

"Why? I might like you that way," Vivian mentioned as she started heading towards the others on the station with a smirk on her face. Three eyed her for a moment rubbing his neck where her lips met.

He grinned as he followed alongside wrapping an arm around her shoulders as they caught up with the others.

"Careful, I might turn those tables on you," Three whispered into her ear. "And I have a feeling you'd enjoy it."

"Oh bring it on big guy. I'd love to see you try," Vivian purred back in his ear as they kept a slight distance from the group.

"Ooo, sweetheart you have no idea how tempting that is," Three whispered back with a grin. One glanced back. The others suddenly felt the tension lift from them. And to some extent even they were relieved. Last thing they needed was a pissed off gun nut and a moody pirate.

"Get a room you two," One groaned.

"Why don't you mind your own business pretty boy?" Three spat back pulling his arm around from Vivian so he could walk in pace with her. He winked a Vivian. She felt a weight lift off her shoulders.

"All right everyone. We got food, spa, any suggestions?" Two asked.

"Food," everyone unanimously announced except for Three who answered "Spa."

Everyone looked at Three like he was nuts. Vivian tried not to laugh.

"What?" he asked. "Fine. I'm good with food."

"Grub it is. Looks like there's a burger joint in this place," Two mentioned. The group split leaving Five and Six to do their own thing as they started at the restaurant.