Ooh do 28!!
Yes! Now that I know you’re all caught up, I can finally post this! This is probably my favorite prompt fill I’ve done so far, and it was a ton of fun to write.
This prompt fill happens after The Sacrament, so if you aren’t caught up on the Santa Sarita series, you might want to do that first.
Also, just a reminder that I love doing prompts for these two! So if there’s something you’d like to see, let me know!
“I don’t care that it’s 2:00 AM, we need pie!” Scott’s slurred voice startled Sara awake.“What?” She said, sitting up and clutching the sheets to her chest. She wasn’t wearing nearly enough clothing for unexpected visitors.“Babe,” Gil’s voice chased him through the door to her quarters. “Leave her be. Nobody cares that you want pie.” Even the engineer’s voice was slower than usual. How late had they stayed up, drinking and playing cards? And were they seriously talking about pie?Scott stumbled into the room in his Blasto tank and lounge pants. His face was bright red with the effects of too much booze, and a petulant frown tugged at his mouth. He plopped onto the foot of the bed and looked to Sara, who was too bewildered to say anything. Her brother’s head wobbled on his neck as he looked at her, and then a mischievous grin came over his face.“I bet Reyes would care,” he announced to the room. “Reyes is my buddy.”“Scott,” she said, her voice a clear warning. “Don’t.”He only grinned wider. They were en route to Kadara, but she had no intention of seeing the Charlatan while they were planetside. She hadn’t seen him since, well… it’d been awhile. And for both their sakes they’d agreed it should stay that way. And then Scott was dialing him.Sara reached for her twin’s wrist, but he jumped from the bed and to the other side of the room. Sara was about to chase after him, her own sense of propriety be damned, when the call was answered.“Scott?” Reyes’ smooth, accented voice filled the room, stealing her breath. “What’s wrong? Why are you calling me?” The fear in his voice tore at her heart and she felt tears threaten to fall. She looked at Gil standing in the doorway, as if he could help her now.“I’m sorry,” he mouthed. His face was almost as red as Scott’s, but she thought mortification at the situation had more to do with it than alcohol.“Nothing’s wrong,” Scott said to Reyes, oblivious to the exchange between her and Gil. “Except, it’s 2 AM and I am tragically bereft of pie!”“You’re drunk,” Reyes accused with a chuckle.“Eh,” Scott shrugged. “Potatoes, pota-” he paused, confused. “Wait…”The laugh that filtered through the omnitool was warm and throaty, and it brought forth a wave of pleasant memories. Reyes on the Tempest, laughing with her crew, her family. His bare skin as he cooked dinner for her in the tiny prefab in Varren’s Scalp. His shared laughter with Scott in the Vortex, the very first time they’d met. She shut down those thoughts and refocused on the cringe-worthy scene before her.“Is Sara there?” Reyes asked.Scott looked to her, and she shook her head violently, her sandy brown hair whipping at her face.Scott looked back to the vidcall. “She says ‘no’.”Gil dropped his head into one hand, and Sara closed her eyes and took deep, measured breaths. There was an awkward silence, and then Reyes let out a pained sigh.“What about Gil?”The engineer jumped forward, one hand clamping onto Scott’s shoulder. “Present!” He nearly shouted. “So sorry, Vidal. I’ll get him to bed straight away.”Scott made to protest, but his boyfriend’s glare convinced him otherwise. “Goodnight, Reyes,” he said instead.There was a long, quiet moment before he replied. Sara’s blood went cold as she waited for his response. What was he thinking? Was he mad? Did he hate Scott for calling him at some ungodly hour? Did he hate her for refusing to speak with him? Did he hate her for her decision all those months ago? Did he miss her the way she missed him?“Goodnight, Ryder,” he said finally, his voice soft and resigned. And she knew the words weren’t meant for her brother.They were for her.
The next morning Sara stood in the cargo hold with Vetra, helping her friend inventory a new shipment from the Collective.“There’s something here for Scott,” the turian called from the other side of the Nomad. Sara moved to look at the fairly small, square box that sat nestled into a larger crate.“There’s a note,” Vetra said, handing a datapad to Sara.
Scott, You’re a difficult man to please, especially on such short notice. I hope you like angaran fruit! Give my best to the Pathfinder and her team. - R
Sara smiled at the datapad and shook her head, a little chuckle of disbelief falling from her lips. She passed the device back to Vetra. “Better go let brother-dearest know that he has a special delivery.” She spun on her heel and marched up the ramp toward the crew quarters, leaving a very confused turian blinking behind her. As the door hissed open to reveal the hallway she heard Vetra’s voice from the cargo bay.“Is this a pie?”
