Well done, chap. And if you can't ever come up with a title, do what I do. Pick a song by some really cool band and steal its title. There are few logs of mine that aren't named after songs. :) Your dialogue cracks me up sometimes, by the by. Jet <offerings_burnt@xxxxxxxxx> wrote: *Yeah, I couldn't come up with a title. I know, I'm lame.* by Nate Farris "Dancer," Nate called out to, busy checking the readouts in the phaser control room. Stuck repairing damaged segments of the ventral phaser array took nearly five hours. Blame went to the places of the damaged systems, as if fate decided it was fun to damage systems at random areas instead of the whole thing. His knees felt as though ice had pierced the kneecaps, freezing the joints and nerves that only registered a sharp needle pain. He got up, a little too frustrated with the whole weapons systems, and 'Dancer's sudden resolve to ignore him. "'Dancer, hey, anytime a response I could get sure would be appreciated." "Christ-o-mighty, what the hell do you want now?" If Nate wasn't so tired, he'd laugh at the computer, she was too much a person than a ship. "I've been asking nicely you give me updates on the weapon systems. Come three hours I ain't heard so much as a bleep from one of your consoles. What are you doing?" Nate reactivated the power flow to the phaser array, immediately the results were shown, a fifteen percent increase from the thirty percent power rate they were running on. "Giving myself a manicure. I didn't want to spoil your hard labor with my yammering, so excuse me for being a little considerate." "That ain't what I asked." "Yeah, but that ain't so bad either, so stop bitching at me will ya." "You know, I'm seriously thinking on reviewing what Bella's done with you." "Hah!" Nate smiled finally, making sure the power flow wouldn't overload the conduits. It was a patch job and Nate made sure the weapons were one of the few key systems taking priority in the long list of major repairs. "Anyway," Dancer started up again, "the systems are a hell of a lot better. Feels nice to know I can unload these guns without bein' made fun of." "Yeah, I bet." "How long have you been at this?" "Uh, a couple of hours?" Nate shrugged, finding it amusing 'Dancer decided to strike a conversation after all these silent hours. He picked up flux capacitor and went back under the console. "Try near twelve hours." "'Cuse me?" Nate responded loud enough over the tool. "Twelve hours." The capacitor stopped whining and Nate pushed himself out to see Dan standing near the entrance. He resisted the urge to pack his tools up and leave. Avoiding Dan was the best right now, and he'd been doing a perfect job at that. Pushing down the nervousness, panic at Dan's sudden presence, and a tightening knot in his gut, Nate slid back into the console and began working agian. "What do you want?" Nate asked. "I need to know what exactly we'll be doing." "Fix the replicator, get supplies, whatever's on the list." "I meant about the job." "You'll get details later when we're there." His anger was suddenly rising like an ocean building up a violent tidal wave. Why was Dan here? Wasn't part of the whole 'away from you, Nate' still going on? "That ain't good enough. You haven't even said more than five words to Micah since we've been back." "He knows what we're doing, he's got the details," Nate replied, hints of annoyance that Dan was beginning to sound persistent and meant to stay until he was done... what? Bitching at him? Blaming him for something he undoubtedly missed? "Was there something else you needed, Dan? Ain't exactly got time to talk." "How 'bout you get some sleep? Twelve hours of work is alot." There were days where Nate would've dropped what he was doing and take the suggestion. Now, it just another sharp sting to remind him they weren't together. Forcing to keep his annoyance for Dan's presence at bay, Nate replied with as neutral a voice as he could get, "Try eighteen, 'Dancer's just being nice about my sudden workaholic addiction." "Nate, get some sleep." He was close now, at Nate's feet, and Nate felt like a foolish teenager trying to control his nerve. Dan's voice was a cross between reasonable, inviting, and warm. Something to wrap around and feel safe. It was a blessing the console hid Nate's face. Damn the man and the effects he had on Nate, right now it felt like wounds being poked and played at, to see how much more their seperation would hurt. Nate wrapped his emotions tighter than a noose, concentrating on the repairs. "I'm fine," Nate replied tightly. His anger slipped past, "Was that the entire reason to coming down here? To tell me to go to bed?" "We need a functioning captain when this job happens." "Oh, I'll be there, on that you won't have to worry about," Nate smirked. "We'll be at No Hope in less than eight," Dan replied and walked out of the room. The air felt breathable agian. He bumped his head against the cold metal, eyes closed and focusing to just push the pain down as far as he could bury them. He'd done it before Dan ever came into his life, he could do it again. Sleep called like distant promise of comfort and escape, but he rebuffed the alluring call and opened his eyes, reactivated the capacitor. Now if he could only stop the tears. "So, Dancer, after this, how bout we take a look at deflector control?" Bury yourself in work, Nate told himself, it was better than moping about. "If you like," 'Dancer replied ominously, "but boy do I got a list for you." "Well alright." --------------------------------- Expecting? Get great news right away with email Auto-Check. Try the Yahoo! Mail Beta. --------------------------------- Never Miss an Email Stay connected with Yahoo! 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