So, after my desperate plea for ideas, I got a bunch of prompts. Thanks, and here goes!

I stabbed myself in the foot with a fork as I was writing this. Am I really that clumsy? Wait—don't answer that. Ouch…

I'm going to bump the rating for this chapter to T for alcohol reference and a squick of romance (gah! When do I spoof that? *facepalm*)

DISCLAIMER: I wish…

"Mrg…"

Alek woke up with a pounding headache. He lifted his hand to block the harsh sunlight, and sat up.

"Ah, the prince awakes." Dylan's familiar blond head appeared in his vision, grinning at him.

"What…what happened?" Alek moaned.

Dylan smirked. "I think you had a wee bit too much to drink last night, your princliness. Welcome to 1915!" He grinned and plopped a slightly tattered party hat onto Alek's head. "I never knew you were such a party animal!"

"I—what?"

Dylan laughed. "Do you remember anything that happened last night?"

Alek groaned again. "Was it really that bad?"

"Oh yes, it was. Shall I explain?"

"I'm probably going to regret this, but tell me." He sighed and braced himself. "Did I make a complete fool of myself?"

"That's putting it lightly," the boy said, and began to tick points off on his fingers. "You called Dr. Barlow a godless nincompoop, you dunked Bovril in the punch—twice, and you serenaded the Leviathan. And that was all before eleven; at midnight, oh, at midnight…"

Alek moaned and buried his face in his hands. "If I was that bad, what were you like?"

"What?" Dylan looked affronted. "I'm proud to say I was above the influence."

...Are you above the influence?

Artemis and Ernst: Redux

Knock, knock.

"Who is it?" Deryn yelled.

"It's Alek. Can I come in?"

"No."

"Well, my masculine authority overrides your feminine opinions, so I'm coming in anyways."

Deryn groaned and flopped onto her bed as Alek walked in. "What do you want?" she moaned.

"I need your help," Alek replied, closing the door behind him.

"Oh, so now you come crawling back to me? Why should I help you? You betrayed me!" She stood up and jabbed her finger into his chest. "You told the captain who I am. You knew the sky is my home. You knew I love flying, the way you love this ship, the way I loved you!"

"Because it's mutual for the two of us. You said it yourself; you don't want to go back to your old life of tea parties and skirts. The captain has just informed me that when we're dropping you off in London, I'll be taken into custody. If we escape the ship together, we'll both be free!"

"Oh, so because you have a problem, you're talking to me again. The world doesn't revolve around you, even if you are a barking prince. My answer is still no."

Alek thought it over. "You said you 'loved' me. Do you still love me?"

Deryn rolled her eyes. "Of course I do, you Dummkopf. It's not like I can help it."

He held out his hand. "Then come with me."

Deryn stared at it for a moment, and then shook her head. "Still no. Besides, remember what happened last time you dragged me on one of your madcap adventures? We ended with a bunch of barking anarchists, nearly got fried, and—"

Her words were cut off as Alek grabbed her shoulders and kissed her.

When they finally broke apart, Alek smiled at her and said, "Now will you come?"

"You bum-rag," Deryn replied, laughing. "What do you think?"

The original prompt from Firefly: "I'd like to see Drunk Alek somewhere in the future..." Oh, the imaginations of us fangirls/guys.

I'd love some more prompts, so…fire away!

Don't expect any updates until the weekend, I've got finals this week. Woo.

Answer: How do I answer that?

Question: What kind of fabs do you think the Japanese Darwinists will have?

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