Tranquillity lived up to its name.
The Mysteron threat was neutralised, the staff safe, and the distant hum of Spectrum's transport shuttle wouldn't be heard for another few hours. For once, Captain Scarlet and Destiny Angel weren't being called, hailed, or hunted. They were simply... alone. Together.
Scarlet leaned against the polished edge of the observation platform, gazing at the blue-and-white marble of Earth suspended in the black velvet sky. Below them, Tranquillity's domes shimmered faintly with internal glow, like lanterns half-buried in sand.
Destiny stepped up beside him, a quiet smile on her lips.
"I never thought I'd dance on the Moon," she said softly.
Scarlet turned to look at her, his own expression warm. "I never thought I'd live long enough to dance twice."
She laughed—gently, fondly—and bumped her shoulder against his.
They had ditched their uniforms for soft resort-issue clothes: light, breathable, and surprisingly elegant. Destiny had let her hair down, and Scarlet was struck again by how few moments like this they truly got. No masks. No command hierarchy. Just Paul and Simone.
They wandered slowly through the wide corridors of Tranquillity's main dome—past sealed-off holiday suites and quiet lounges, moon dust still clinging to their boots. The artificial gravity was gentle, just enough to remind them they weren't quite on Earth.
"I imagine it's beautiful here when it's full," Destiny mused.
"I think we're getting the better deal," Scarlet said. "No crowds. No interruptions. No screaming kids flinging moon rocks."
Destiny smirked. "You say that now. But I saw how you flinched when that vending unit buzzed."
"It sounded like a targeting system."
They reached a small courtyard filled with synthetic grass and glowing sculptures shaped like stars. Benches lined the edges. Ambient music played low and dreamy, a melody like water and stardust.
Scarlet gestured with a hand. "May I have this dance?"
Destiny blinked. "You're asking?"
"I'm told it's polite."
She took his hand, pulling him close. "Then yes."
In the quiet moonlight, under Earth's gentle gaze, they swayed in slow rhythm. There was no beat, no crowd, no camera to catch the moment—just two soldiers stealing peace in a place that shouldn't have existed at all.
Destiny's head rested lightly against Scarlet's shoulder. "Do you think the Mysterons see this? Us. Together."
"I don't know," he murmured. "But if they do... I hope they realise they can't destroy everything."
Silence stretched between them, warm and full.
Finally, Destiny whispered, "Sometimes I forget what it's like to feel human."
Scarlet pulled her just a little closer. "Then we'll remind each other."
They danced until the Earthlight shifted and the stars blinked a little brighter—and long after that, too.