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Tiny Greylina drabble because I can’t sleep and wanted some practice writing other ships! I love the idea of calm cool Lina going out the window so enjoy that.
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Carolina is always aware of her surroundings. She noticed when Caboose sat down to watch her train fifteen minutes ago and then noticed when he proceeded to get distracted by the rocks on the ground less than fifteen but no more than thirteen minutes ago. She noticed when Tucker started slicing the air with his laser sword because Wash was refusing to “take him seriously” about eight minutes ago. She noticed (and chose to ignore) Epsilon telling her to focus when Dr. Grey walked in.
Relax, Epsilon. Carolina’s thoughts direct toward her AI. I just wanted to ask Dr. Grey a few questions.
No no, no. You wanted to ask Emily a few questions. Like what her favorite position is and if she likes redheads.
Carolina smirks between punches because there really isn’t a point in forming a denial to the sentient implant in your own brain. She drops her stance, wipes her sweat soaked brow, and gives an offhand wave to the doctor.
You’re embarrassing me, really Carolina. She can feel his imaginary eye roll.
What? It’s casual. Grey responds with a delighted flourish of her fingers. Carolina’s heart speeds up when she starts to walk over.
It’s only casual if you didn’t have to expend a quarter of your thinking process deciding to do it. Carolina ignores this too.
Alright that’s enough, make yourself busy in the background. She directs
“Morning Dr. Grey.” Carolina straightens her spine and stretches her muscles.
“It’s a real privilege to see the Agent Carolina out of her armor this morning.” She can’t be sure but Carolina notices Grey’s eyes linger on the flash of her midriff as her tank top pulls up in the stretch.
“Don’t tell anyone I’m taking a light workout today.” She grins effortlessly.
“If this is light, I’d absolutely love to see how rough you can go.” Grey looks up with a puckered smile.
“I can go pretty hard, Dr. Grey.” Carolina lifts one arched eyebrow and doesn’t hide the smile in her voice.
“I’m positive you can.” Grey coos. Without warning, she reaches down and lifts Carolina’s leg up at the knee. “But maybe you should keep that off the battlefield. I’m sure we could find somewhere else useful for it.” She studies Carolina’s healing injury as though she didn’t just lay down a very forward come-on that is not causing Carolina to have internal panic.
I came back because your heart was racing, you know, because I thought maybe an enemy had shown up or you were having some sort of physical breakdown but no. I come here to find out that feeling Grey’s skin on your own skin causes you heart palpitations. My recommendations are to grow the fuck up and-
“Epsilon…” Carolina forgets to think it.
“So very interesting; all those things going on in your head. My I would love to just, oh, lay you down and figure you all the way out!” Grey releases Carolina’s knee and switches to looking inquisitively into her eyes. Grey’s eyes are so deep Carolina is completely lost in them. There’s a sparkle that traps her; leaving her standing in the training field with a dazed out-look and an imagination that runs too wild.
Tell her you’ll find a time. You idiot, Carolina, tell her you’ll make time for her. Epsilon rushes as Grey’s expression starts to fade.
“Yes. We’ll have to make time, Dr. Grey.” Carolina snaps to attention.
“I so look forward to it! See you around, Agent Carolina. Stop by my office and I promise I will get right to work!” Carolina watches Grey leave and runs a tired hand through her hair.
“Epsilon, what did I just agree to?”
I’m not really sure, but it’s a good bet that you do not tell Tucker before you go.
