Surprise

Posted on Wed Dec 30th, 2020 @ 12:08am by Lieutenant Commander Feyd Relor

Mission: By Odin!
Location: Feyd's Quarters
Timeline: Enroute to Starbase 10

Feyd slowly drifted back to consciousness, a sense of contentment blanketing him. An unaccustomed smile on his face accompanied a satisfied sigh. It took a moment for him to become aware that their was another body next to his. A female body. A naked female body.

He hesitated, but then placed his hand on the curve of the hip, the soft skin pleasing to his touch. While he wasn’t clear on what had happened last night, or even who this woman was quite yet, he decided it was an appropriate gesture given the situation. His thoughts were sluggish, but the part of his brain that mattered was on high alert.

“Morning.” He mumbled.

As the woman stirred, a blond head lifted from his chest and blue eyes fixed him from a scarred face. "Oh gawd," the woman said, "This was a mistake."

Feyd blinked. His eyes felt gummy and his head had the unmistakable sensation of being full of cotton. He believed he was still drunk to some degree, so it was unsurprising that he said the first thing that came to his mind. “Is that so? Well, you know where the door is.”

"Have you always been a bastard?" Jeanette asked gathering the sheet around herself, "Was I just too young to see it?"

“Yeah, well you never woke up after one of our trysts telling me how big of a mistake it was. How am I supposed to react?”

"Oh, I don't know," Jeanette responded bitterly as she gathered her clothes, "Like a gentleman?"

Feyd stifled his desire to retort in kind, to hurt her, as her words had hurt him…but it wouldn’t get him what he wanted. When you grew up an orphan, and you killed people in your formative years, the main thing you needed was acceptance, and that’s what he wanted from her. This was Jeannette…he didn’t know how he wound up with her in his bed, hadn’t chosen it in the strictest sense, but it was an opportunity he didn’t want to squander. He had pined for her, at least the idea of her, for most of his life. He didn’t want to give up on that ideal too quickly.

“You’re right.” He said, “I’m sorry. I was just…hurt. Please don’t go. Let’s talk about this.”

"That's what you said when you drunk-commed last night and look where it landed me," Jeanette smirked. Then she paused and looked at Feyd a moment, before seating herself on the end of Feyd's bed. "Alright," she replied in a softer tone, "Let's talk.

“Look,” Feyd said, sighing. “Maybe this was a mistake, but…wait a second…you knew I was drunk? Were you?”

"Not when you commed," Jeanette admitted, "but it was obvious that you were and I needed a little liquid courage. Plus, talking is dry work." She pointed at a decanter and two glasses on the table.

Feyd smiled despite himself. No matter what she said, she had done this fully sober, which meant she wanted it. He would never say that, but he thought it. “Well,” he shrugged “As far as mistakes go, this was a pretty good one. And as far as mistakes go, this is the kind of mistake you don’t do half way.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively and gave her a long look up and down.

"I wasn't referring to that," Jeanette replied rolling her eyes, "Fifteen years have passed since we last saw each other. We are different people now and have built separate lives."

“Well, yeah,” Feyd admitted. He decided rather than having an endless circular conversation, he’d cut right to the chase.

“What are you looking for, Jeannette?” He met her eyes and almost got lost in them again, like the old days.

Jeanette furrowed his brow for a moment before shaking her head. "I don't know," she confessed, "A way back to the girl I was before the Murtaw attacked."

Feyd sighed. “We can’t turn back time, Jeannette. But from what I remember from last night, we recaptured some of those feelings, at least for a little while. I don’t see that as a mistake. We can’t live in the past, that much is true, but I don’t see anything wrong with visiting it from time to time.”

"You don't see anything wrong?" Jeanette asked incredulously, "What would your little nurse think about catching us in flagrante delicto?"

Feyd shrugged, "I don't think she would care."

"You don't?" Jeanette replied, "Then you are blind as well as being an ass."

Feyd was about to reply when the ship's alarm system blared a Red Alert. "Now what?" he thought as he rose from his bed to grab his uniform.