Charlee was unamused.

She had resigned to pouting in her quarters while the rest of the Enterprise was preparing for battle, angered by the fact that Christophe, of all people, hadn't trusted her. Ignoring all of the frantic knocks at her door, she eyed her dresser from across the room.

"I just want to curl up in that sock drawer. And never come out." She whined to herself, flopping onto her bed. Charlee took in a sharp breath, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a folded up photo strip of her and Joe during their short time together from the photo booth at Joe's Pub. There was no way he was the man Christophe thought he was.

"Charlee?" A voice called out from behind the door, a small knock following.

"As long as you're not Christophe or his mom, come in."

The snide comment won a chuckle from the voice, and the door opened revealing Courfeyrac.

"Its me."

Charlee nodded, fingering the photo strip balled up in her fist. "I'm aware."

"They beamed Corrine onto the ship a few minutes ago. If its of any consolation, she looks pretty evil to me, too. All hot chicks are."

"Courf. She's.. old."

"So? I'm always on the prowl." Courfeyrac smirked and clawed the air, growling playfully. As soon as Charlee stopping giggling, he went on. "But.. you should come out."

"Give me one good reason why I should." She countered.

"Christophe hasn't seen his mother.. in forever... so that means he's just /now/ seeing her.. which means... he's probably in an emotional state... he's probably crying. No, you know what. I'd bet my life he's crying right now and you're missing it."

Charlee contemplated it for a few minutes. "Okay." She concluded, sitting up and walking out the door, dragging with Courfeyrac with her.

Courfeyrac and Charlee walked onto the bridge, catching the site of Jehan standing by as Christophe and his mother embraced.

Charlee crossed her arms, whispering to Courfeyrac. "This makes me ill. This makes me want to vom."

"Keep it positive!" Courf half whisper half sang.

After a few minutes of the hugging with no sign of it going to stop, Charlee spoke up in a monotone, loud voice. "Hi. I'm Charlee."

Corrine pulled away from her son, acknowledging her. "Hello, I'm Corrine." A smile followed with her extending her hand to Charlee. "Its a pleasure."

Charlee didn't budge, arms folded across her chest. "I know it is."

"There is no need to be rude." Christophe's voice rung out.

"Someday I'll be dead. Then you'll all be sorry~!"

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