"Ms. Turner's-girlfriend, you really don't need to help anymore. I can finish setting up the coordinates while the ship is on auto-pilot," Mark attempted to reach across me for the blueprints, but I quickly blocked him.

"Well, first, my name is Tootie. I'm in the same class as Timmy and you when you're disguised. Second, I totally have this covered. Just focus on flying the ship while you can; this is giving me something to do."

Mark rose an eyebrow, but soon nodded and resumed his post at the main controls. I sighed tiredly and turned back to the lamp-lit table. One glance at my watch proved it was well past my bedtime, especially after a full 48 hours of sleepless labor and/or boredom. The fatigue was really taking a toll on my body and mental state.

"What did I hear about Tootie being my girlfriend?"

I turned to see Timmy walking towards me, rubbing his eyes sleepily. I had earlier insisted he go ahead and go to sleep. He protested against it, but I convinced him I'd much rather help Mark work. Busy-work helped me relax and clear my head, very much unlike what he did.

"Maybe you were just having some sort of fantastical dream or something…" I smirked at him, and he scowled.

"I would retort, but I'm already too tired to respond…"

"Why are you up? You've only been asleep for a few hours now. You shouldn't have woken up!"

"Well, I would have stayed asleep, but your BIG MOUTH kept me up. There's my retort."

I grumbled and turned away.

"What are you even doing now?" He seemed to creep up behind me, and I jumped slightly.

"Just setting up the coordinates."

"But that sounds so…." His face twisted in disgust, "Boring."

"Well, then why don't you just go back to bed?" I yawned, feeling extremely tired myself.

"And let you stay up by yourself working? No way."

I smiled secretly as he pulled a metal chair over and sat down next to me.

"So you're just going to sit there and watched?" I raised an eyebrow playfully at him.

He sighed playfully in return, "Fine, I guess I could help out. What do you need me to do?"

Twenty minutes later, and just a few simple instructions on how to operate the control panel, we both were working hard to finish planning the last details as quickly as possible.

Simply tired out, Timmy attempted to make light conversation with me.

"So," he began, "What's it like living with icky Vicky?"

I felt my blood course with a boil. No one, no one, had the right to talk about my sister like that. Especially to my face. I knew she had a rather hard exterior, but no one should make harsh judgments about someone, even if it was my sister.

"Vicky." I growled in a low manner, "Her name is Vicky. Not sicky Vicky, or even icky Vicky. Her name is VICKY." By then, I was leaning over him dramatically, eyebrows furrowed, "V-I-C-K-Y. THAT. IS. IT."

I finished by shoving the entire stack of blueprints at him, enjoying every moment of his shocked expression, and finished by stalking over to a darker secluded area o the ship. Not looking back at him, I left my fatigue and uncomfortable lack of warmth lull me into a dark sleep.

~~

"Tootie…Tootie, wake up!"

Even in my semi-conscious state, I knew who was trying to speak to me at the moment, and I wanted to thoroughly ignore them.

"Go away." I turned over onto my stomach, my muscles pre-stiffened from the cold. I rose my arms up to bury my head in them.

"Please, Tootie!"

"NO!"

"Just listen… "

"Too bad."

"Hey do you remember how you made me get out of bed that morning at my house?" I could hear the evil smirk in his voice, but I didn't dare look up.

I groaned in response.

"Yeah, you were rather threatening back there. Maybe I could make it up to you…?"

I suddenly felt panic rise to the forefront of my mind.

"What are you-?"

I suddenly felt something skitter up my sides and ribs and I yanked my arms to my sides, giggling loudly.

"YOU JERK!" I screamed through my laughter.

"Hey Tootie, are you ticklish?"

I flipped myself over to leap at him. I ended up succeeding, landing across his stomach.

I smirked at him, "I think a better question is: are YOU?"

He squeaked in fear and I cackled menacingly.

I used my nails to dramatically dig them in and drag them across his (very seemingly) sensitive stomach. Timmy let out a loud scream in protest, and we both ended up giggling like two 4 year-old best friends. We both felt the ship rock back and forth momentarily.

"Dude and Dudette!" We heard Mark call from his seat, "What are you two doing? You're distracting me!"

I slung my hand over his mouth to keep him from responding, but kept tickling him deviously.

"Nothing! Just… hanging out!" I called back.

I stopped and let Timmy catch his breath. He looked up at me confusedly.

"How are you able to pin me down so well? I can't get up!"

I smiled back down at him, "Vicky taught me some great moves. And speaking of Vicky…"

I glared down at him.

He gulped, "I'm… sorry?"

I rose and eyebrow.

"Are you really?"

He nodded quickly.

"Yes, I am! I didn't mean to make you angry! I was just trying to make you feel better or something…" A light blush scattered across his cheeks.

I hid my smile, "Oh really? I guess I can accept that…"

He relaxed and shot me a full-on smile.

"You know, after I…" I bent my head down and blew a quick raspberry on his stomach to finish my statement.

He squealed and I sat back up. After standing and dusted myself off, I offered my hand to help him up. He gratefully took it.

"Well, you have succeeded in making me smile," I smiled greatly at him, which he glared back at.

"Shut up. Not the same thing." I watched as his blush spread like wildfire and climbed down his neck. I giggled.

"Sure, sure…"

He went and retrieved the blanket he had around him earlier and walked back over.

"There's actually only one blanket here, so…" We both looked at each other, the blanket, then back at each other.

I shrugged jokingly, "Then, thanks!"

He pulled back possessively, "You're not just gonna take it from me!"

I shrugged again in a more serious manner, "Then let's share it. It's a pretty big blanket, and this place is rather cold…"

"Fine…"

That night had ended with both of us awkwardly lying there, my head on his chest, both of us snuggled together like we were all we had.

AH.

COME ON.

I think this chapter is rather filler.

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