I know I'm a terrible person, and I apologize profusly! I started writing a Frozen fanfiction ("A Warm Blizzard") and got caught up in that. I've also started working for my aunt, which takes up a lot of my time. I hope this makes up for things more or less. ^^; Please keep rating and reviewing and all that good stuff my lovely readers. :3
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Amelia rushed into the hospital, scanning the waiting room until she found Minerva. The young woman sat in a sterile white chair with her face in her hands and her knees drawn up to her chest, shaking. Jim was beside her, just looking at her and not touching her. Amelia came forward, sitting down in the chair beside her and putting a hand on her shoulder, something she only did because no one else of militarily status was around.
"What happened, child?!" She said in a hurried, hushed voice heavy with concern. Minerva lifted her head and looked at her, and then put it back in her knees and continued shivering and sniffling. Amelia sighed, rubbing her back in a soothing fashion while looking to Jim. Jim swallowed.
"Onyx was shot."
Amelia felt herself go rather pale. "Where?"
"His side. Apparently he fell and hit his head as well. Minerva got an ambulance and found me eating dinner before breaking down."
"Any idea on his status?"
"I think it wasn't too bad."
"Good." Amelia sighed and laid back, wondering if Onyx would be fit to continue service. Though she was concerned for the boy's well being, she knew that he had to have major issues walking in order for him to be able to get out of the war, even if she had any influence on it. She hoped for both their sakes it was a minor injury.
A few minutes later a nurse entered the room.
"Mrs. Arrow?"
Minerva stopped her crying abruptly and stood, staring at her. The nurse came forward as Amelia wondered what the hell had happened.
"Yes, yes how is he?! Is he alright?!"
"He's fine, he's fine, calm yourself miss." The nurse smiled lightly. "He has a minor concussion, and the wound was to his side, but luckily-somehow-didn't hit anything vital. We'll keep him overnight and then release him in the morning."
"Oh-oh thank God." Minerva put a hand on her heart and exhaled, her body relaxing with her breathing. The nurse patted her shoulder. "Thank you for your patience, Mrs. Arrow. He's in room 34." And the nurse simply left. Amelia adored some of the hospitals out of the Terran Empire's rein for this; they didn't pry. She looked to Minerva.
"Onyx isn't married."
"They needed someone to talk to." She said back, shrugging. Amelia paused.
"Who the hell are you."
Minerva smiled a little bit. "I'm Onyx's girlfriend, Madam."
"Oh thank God. I was beginning to think he was queer." Amelia said no more and walked to room 34. She loved leaving people to process things like that-especially when the subject was their significant other. Minerva followed, seeming rather confused but otherwise just concerned with seeing her boyfriend.
Onyx was sitting up in bed with his shirt off and his lower body tightly wrapped. He had wrapping on his head as well, and was looking at a bottle of prescription pain medication in his hand. Upon seeing him, Minerva practically pounced, grabbing him in an overwhelming hug.
"Oh Onyx I was so worried!" She cried and pulled back and kissed the somewhat startled Onyx, who seemed to only put his hands around her waist as a part of his programming. "I thought you died-or worse-I-I-Ohmigawd," she kept rambling her worries, some of which seemed way out of the box. Onyx sat and listened patiently after pulling her into his lap, turning his head only once to smile at Jim and Amelia. Amelia waved back, conceding to wait as well.
"Is she always this hysterical?" Amelia asked out of the corner of her mouth, directed at Jim. A coppery disproval laced her inquiry.
"Not at all." He said back. "Usually she's saltier than you."
"Hmm." She watched Minerva continue to fuss and then talk a bit with Onyx, who spoke a bit slowly-like he was in pain, which, of course, he was. If she didn't act like this normally, it was either love...
Or puppy love.
Amelia knew puppy love never lasted long. For the sake of the two, she prayed this was otherwise. When Minerva finally quieted, Amelia approached and hugged Onyx. He hugged her back very gently. For a man of his stature, Onyx's ability to be gentle and light was surprising to say the least.
"How do you feel dear?" She asked lightly, brushing the bangs that peeked from under the wrappings of his head aside. "Fine, Auntie." He replied quietly, smiling a bit.
"Good. If you'd been injured too badly, your mother would have had my head." Amelia chortled.
"Glad to see you care about me." Onyx joked.
"Dude, you look like shit." Jim said, which probably was something more meaningful in his head.
"Oh thanks, spent a lotta time on my appearence today. That sure wasn't a thorn in my side." Onyx said in mock hurt before both laughed.
"Damn you two know each other too well."
"We do." They said at the same time, then looked at each other.
"Jinx you owe me a soda!" Jim shouted, pointing a finger at Onyx.
Onyx grinned. "Jinx machine is out of order, you owe me a quarter."
"Damn it!" Jim rolled his eyes.
"You owe me a lot of quarters now, y'know."
"Shuddup Onyx."
"You sh-"
"Don't you start." Minerva scolded, sounding too much like a mother. They blinked and looked at each other.
"He started it." They said in unison, pointing at each other. Amelia laughed and hugged Onyx again.
"I apologize you lot, but I have a meeting I must attend." Amelia expressed, donning the hat she'd taken off upon entering the room. Onyx nodded understandingly while Minerva completely ignored her, instead focusing her attention on Onyx's pain medication.
"See you later, then." Jim smiled. Amelia nodded, and left.
She entered the meeting room, which was held on the Procyon ship that Jim and Onyx and the captain of the RLS Comet had saved. She disliked this. Their white tile floors and mahogany walls and gold plated chairs set her into a pool of unease. She'd never had good experiences with these people, the bastard children of the galaxy. She sat next to Clement, her face turned like she'd eaten something sour. Across from her was Mark, Aurora's First Mate, sitting with a young woman Amelia hadn't rendered the name of. She was Aurora's replacement since Aurora had been shipped back the day after announcing her pregnancy to both Penifold and Amelia. The foul mood she'd been in that day due to the knowledge her friend had to leave the fleet didn't hope to compare with the mood Amelia was in right now.
"Who called this bloody meeting?" Amelia questioned Clement quietly, looking around the room. Every member of the fleet was present-every captain, admiral, and their first mates. The unease began to turn in her stomach in a peculiar way; a way she'd felt only once before.
This is not happening again!
Amelia thought, her sudden worry spiking the unease and sending a warm, grimy feeling up her throat and down her legs. She swallowed hard, opening her mouth a sliver and taking slow, calming breaths as the short-in-stature war-chief-gone-ambassador Evan came and stood at the head of the table. She gripped the arms of her chair, her nails digging into the soft gold plating and lodging into the wood. Clement noticed, giving her a sideways look that said "keep it together" before returning his gaze to Evan, who began speaking. Amelia hadn't the slightest idea what he said. Her focus was elsewhere.
Up on the support beams were skinny little Procyon men that would go no higher than Onyx's hip and were more mice than men. As everyone else's attention was held on Evan, these little sneaky snipes went to the back of the room, two silently flipping down and closing the door without the slightest noise. The only door.
"Clement." Amelia hissed. He kept listening to Evan, who was apparently a very good speaker.
"Clement." She hissed again. No response. She refrained from growling and looked at Evan while nudging him. He near jumped and looked at her.
"What?" He whispered. She moved her eyes upward, and he followed, going stock still.
"Amelia." He whispered.
"Yes?"
"We're in big t-"
Suddenly they were grabbed from behind, their eyes shielded, their mouths covered, put into strangling headlocks. Amelia bit, kicked, jabbed, everything she could think of as her lungs screamed for air, but to no anvil. Suddenly as it begun, it ended. A cool cloth was pressed to her nose, and Amelia knew right then before she joined the darkness that she'd made a terrible mistake attending the meeting.