Disclaimer: I do not own Jonny Quest or related characters.
A/N: This is just me brainstorming a scene that may or may not appear in Episode 2 of my Jonny Quest series. Seriously, I don't know if it'll appear or not. That's why I'm posting this, so it doesn't get lost or forgotten.
Race shook his head in amusement, finding Estella passed out at her desk. The 'desk' was actually nothing more than a folding table set up in one of the tents. Moving carefully and quietly to avoid waking his ex-wife, Race gently took the pencil from the hand that barely had a grip on it and set it aside. Then, he gently picked her up. The auburn-haired woman stirred, mumbling something incoherent. "Shh, it's just me 'Stella." Race murmured as he carried her out of the tent set aside to act sort of like the office of the archaeological camp and towards the tent she and Jessie were sharing.
Entering the tent, Race made his way to the empty cot and gently set Estella down. He made quick work of taking off her boots and setting them on the floor nearby. Taking the blanket from where it had been left barely hanging on the corner of the cot that morning, Race draped it over Estella. After only a moment's hesitation, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Then he turned to leave.
A hand shot out and caught his wrist. "Stay with me." Estella mumbled, her sleepy emerald eyes only half open as she looked up at him.
"Estella..." Race sighed.
"Please?" She murmured. "Just for tonight?"
There were plenty of reasons for him to say no. They would get questions about why he'd stayed here. They would probably give Jessie the false hope of them getting back together. The cot would barely be big enough for both of them. And yet, Race nodded his head, "Alright."
Estella slid back, pressing herself against the canvas wall behind her as Race kicked his boots off before laying down. Estella shifted and moved until she was half on top of him, her head resting on his chest. Race wrapped an arm around her and Estella gave a sigh of content.
Race closed his eyes, not daring to admit - even to himself - how much he had missed this.