Author: Jeff B
Pairing: Rommie/Dylan
Rating: 12 (PG-13)
Archive: Just ask me first.
Feedback: Would be grateful.
E-mail: Jeff B
Disclaimers: It's not mine it's Roddenberry's and Tribunes. (If i owned
it, I'd be writing episodes)
Summary: The fist kiss, confusion, grief and love, in roughly that order
Beka walked along the line the
assembled crew had gotten into: Dylan had for once forgone his High Guard
uniform, and was wearing a Tuxedo. Harper was wearing a suit that had probably
been in fashion a decade before. Tyr was dressed in a surprisingly well-cut suit
that he claimed had been a gift from a previous employer. Trance looked stunning
in a floral-dress that seemed to complement her purple skin perfectly.
Beka took a moment to check
her own dress in the mirror: the midnight blue gown fitted her perfectly, but
considering how much she had paid for it, it should. She turned to the others,
“Ok, remember: this is the FTA annual dinner and dance. It is a hugely
important event, and the fact that we have been invited says something about
Dylan’s planes to re-form the Commonwealth. So everyone is to be on his or her
best behavior. And has anyone seen Rommie?”
“Here I am.” Came a voice
from behind her. Beka span round, “It’s about time…” she gasped as she
saw what Rommie was wearing: the long silk dress was a dark shade of red that
set off Rommie’s hair perfectly. It was tight and loose in all the right
places, and fitted the Avatar perfectly. She looked simple stunning.
Harper was the first to get
his voice back, “Wow! Rommie, where did you get THAT?” Rommie looked down at
the dress, “This? I made it. Why, is something wrong?” she looked worried.
Harper was almost drooling, “No! No, it’s, it’s perfect!” Rommie smiled
sweetly, “Thank you Harper. You look very nice yourself.” Beka regained
control of her voice, “Ok, let’s go!” as the crew filed through the
airlock, Rommie stopped by a computer display. The main AI appeared, “Have
fun.”
Rommie smiled, “Don’t wait up.”