Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Captain’s Quarters- If You Can’t Stand the Heat

Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Captain’s Quarters- If You Can’t Stand the Heat

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Captain’s Quarters- If You Can’t Stand the Heat
Posted by… suppressed (3) by the Post Ghost! 👻

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Alex smiled and said “I learned a long time ago that rank has zero effect on protecting one from the anger of an intelligent and really pissed off woman.” There was mirth and humor in the statement, but also something else that was hard to place.

Cochrane

Faye eyed him intently and cocked an eyebrow. “Huh. How come that doesn’t work with me? Or is it that you haven’t seen me truly angry yet?” Of course she was teasing, but there was also something curious in her tone.

~Faye Calloway

Alex literally snorted. “I find that hysterical coming from the woman that shot me.” and he smiled broadly and gave her a wink. “And while I have seen you mad, yes… I am sure that there are depths of anger you can delve into that are probably reserved only for family, those by blood or choice, and romantic partners.” And he laughed and then sighed and looked at her and took her hand and gave it a squeeze.

Amused was one word her what she felt, but as usual, there was genuine affection. “Yeah, I’m starting to think it was a good thing we never met earlier in my career,” she deadpanned.

“And honestly, Faye… that is how it should be. Only those who are that close to us can bring forth that kind of strong emotion. At least… thats how most individuals I know are… myself included. The more someone means to you, the more mad you get when they piss you off.”

Cochrane

This time, confusion etched it’s way across her face. Or was it? Maybe it was closer to bewilderment. But as it often did, Faye’s expression told the story of the swirl of thought in her head. Afterall, no one could say she had much of a poker face. Had she actually ever consider career with Intelligence formerly, she’d have made an absolute terrible undercover agent. The only reason it had worked the one time was that she got to go (at first in disguise) but as her unruly self. “Is that how it works?” she said, her voice instantly quieter.

Sitting back, she was actually flabbergasted. All she could think was how Luke managed to provoke her anger in one moment and then sincere desire in the next. It was often maddening. Her gaze shifted away from Alex, unfocused, as she processed the implications. “Well… crap…” she mutered.

~Faye Calloway

Alex looked at her, a bit confused, and said “Ok… not the reaction I was expecting. ‘Crap’ what, Faye? Did I say something to make you uncomfortable? That wasn’t the intention… promise.”

Alex

Several moments passed before Faye found the words. Whether they were the ones she had been looking for remained to be seen, but she at least ventured forth into this nebulous and confusing topic. “So… this thing you’re talking about, where someone can make you feel so intensely, including anger? That’s… definitely been happening.”

Faye shifted her gaze back to Alex. “The night I was… drinking, I wasn’t alone for the latter part of it, and I… wanted things to happen, and they, wisely, bowed out. Which was good. I was upset, but it was… better. And I kept thinking later after I was sober and we saw each other again that it would have disappeared, that it was just the alcohol playing off some distinct tension between us.” She shook her head, finishing with her chin pressed into her shoulder, slight awkwardness creeping in. Was this the sort of conversation they were supposed to have? Did they have this kind of friendship? Ahh well, unto the breach and all that. “And boy was I wrong! Long story short, we… got together.” To this she grinned, and though she did lift her gaze back to Alex, she didn’t quite look him in the eye. “Him being… well… Wyatt.”

~Faye Calloway

Alex was stunned… and slightly more than he had been with the phaser in his office. He stared at Faye for a long time, his mind going a mile a minute and his face going through multiple expressions: confusion, disbelief, anger, and then finally… disappointment.

“Lieutenant… Wyatt… well, then. If you’ll excuse me a moment, Faye… I believe this calls for something exponentially stronger than wine.” and he got up and went to the kitchen and opened a cabinet, retrieved two glasses and a bottle with no label and a dark amber-brown liquid inside. He returned and sat down, put one glass in front of him and one close to Faye, and then filled his. Setting the bottle on the table, he locked his eyes on Faye

“Wyatt…” and he shook his head and laughed softly, a somewhat derisive one, and simply threw back his head and drained the glass in one go; then set the glass down heavily and refilled it.

Alex