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On Moya, still
Stark had grown tired of all the pacing and walking eventually. Now he'd taken to hiding in his quarters instead. He wouldn't have called it hiding, of course, but it was hiding all the same.
It was better this way though. He didn't have to talk to anyone. If he stayed in here, maybe Crichton and Chiana would forget about the game and the talks they'd assured him they would be having sometime in the near future. He'd already apologized, many times, for that. Each time he thought they accepted the apology, but the conversations always ended with "we still have to talk."
Then Crichton had stood at his door. "Message from the PKs, Astro. Scorpy's still sending love letters. Wanna hear it?"
Stark shook his head violently. "No. No no no. Don't care. Don't care about Scorpy. About any of them. Ignore them. Ignore me. Go away."
Crichton backed away, hands in the air. He'd just keep future PK communications to himself then. It was bad enough dealing with Scorpius and company, lord was it bad enough, without having to lay it all out for the guy who hated Scorpy just as much as he did.
**
Stark made his way to the Center Chamber later, hoping to avoid his shipmates. The old woman was already there and that was almost enough to make him turn and flee. But she simply nodded to him and left him alone, content to continue stirring some foul-smelling mixture. Stark made a face at the smell, then started opening containers at random.
"Did you need something?" Noranti asked without looking up from her pot.
Stark started to shake his head, then thought better of it and nodded. "I want tea," he said, looking quite pitiful. "Do you have any? Do we have any? Is there any? Is there any ANYTHING?" His voice had gotten louder with each word. "And cupcakes. But those aren't anywhere in this, this, this whole frelling galaxy! No cupcakes! There is Scorpy, and Peacekeepers, and there are Scarrans. But no, no, no..." He spun on his heel then and stalked back to his room without finishing the thought. No Zhaan, of course. After everything, still the one thing that would have made it better was missing. The old woman stared after him for a few microts then turned her attention back to her pot once more.
A few arns later, the sound of footsteps outside his quarters prompted Stark to peer into the corridor. He didn't see anyone. He did, however, see a large mug of something steaming and smelling reminiscent of tea on the floor. He smiled in spite of himself as he picked it up and then hurried back through the door.
[No transcripts were harmed in the making of this post. No cupcakes were harmed either, though the last one I brought home from work was cruelly stolen from me.]
It was better this way though. He didn't have to talk to anyone. If he stayed in here, maybe Crichton and Chiana would forget about the game and the talks they'd assured him they would be having sometime in the near future. He'd already apologized, many times, for that. Each time he thought they accepted the apology, but the conversations always ended with "we still have to talk."
Then Crichton had stood at his door. "Message from the PKs, Astro. Scorpy's still sending love letters. Wanna hear it?"
Stark shook his head violently. "No. No no no. Don't care. Don't care about Scorpy. About any of them. Ignore them. Ignore me. Go away."
Crichton backed away, hands in the air. He'd just keep future PK communications to himself then. It was bad enough dealing with Scorpius and company, lord was it bad enough, without having to lay it all out for the guy who hated Scorpy just as much as he did.
**
Stark made his way to the Center Chamber later, hoping to avoid his shipmates. The old woman was already there and that was almost enough to make him turn and flee. But she simply nodded to him and left him alone, content to continue stirring some foul-smelling mixture. Stark made a face at the smell, then started opening containers at random.
"Did you need something?" Noranti asked without looking up from her pot.
Stark started to shake his head, then thought better of it and nodded. "I want tea," he said, looking quite pitiful. "Do you have any? Do we have any? Is there any? Is there any ANYTHING?" His voice had gotten louder with each word. "And cupcakes. But those aren't anywhere in this, this, this whole frelling galaxy! No cupcakes! There is Scorpy, and Peacekeepers, and there are Scarrans. But no, no, no..." He spun on his heel then and stalked back to his room without finishing the thought. No Zhaan, of course. After everything, still the one thing that would have made it better was missing. The old woman stared after him for a few microts then turned her attention back to her pot once more.
A few arns later, the sound of footsteps outside his quarters prompted Stark to peer into the corridor. He didn't see anyone. He did, however, see a large mug of something steaming and smelling reminiscent of tea on the floor. He smiled in spite of himself as he picked it up and then hurried back through the door.
[No transcripts were harmed in the making of this post. No cupcakes were harmed either, though the last one I brought home from work was cruelly stolen from me.]