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In Space shortfic

A/N: Yes, it's a Spoony/Goggles. Why? Because I got this idea in my head and it refused to leave.

Disclaimer: Not mine, though the setting and interpretations are.

Synopsis: In which engines are fixed, music is taught and Morgan gives advice.

It was late, and Goggles had a report to make.

TANDEM’S engine had been complaining recently, so Spoony had asked her to do a complete inspection of it whilst in the black. They’d been running on average speed currently, so it wasn’t difficult, but it had been time consuming.
Checking her watch, Goggles smiled a bit. It was Spoony’s shift in the pilot’s seat. She’d be able to catch him easily.

“Cap’n,” she said as she walked onto the bridge.

“Hey, Goggles, what’s with the formality?” Spoony’s smile, she noticed, was a bit forced.

“Here to give my report on our engine troubles,” said Goggles.


“Some of the springs were getting a bit loose; I managed to tighten them with a bit of duct tape, spit and glory of God.”

“Good to hear,” said Spoony. She noticed there was something lying in the shadows beside the seat.

“Spoony what’s…?”

“No, don’t…” but before Spoony could protest, Goggles had drawn it out of the shadows and now held it in her dark hands.

It was a guitar. Goggles, who admittedly didn’t know much about guitars, knew enough to say that it was probably only slightly younger than Spoony, making it positively ancient and worth a fortune.

“You play?” she asked.

“Used to,” sighed Spoony, “Before…” he motioned to his left hand, and Goggles immediately understood.

“You can’t hold the strings right?”

“Not without cutting them.”

There was a moment of silence.

“…Could you teach me?” Goggles asked shyly. Spoony looked mildly surprised, but then smiled, and this smile was softer and more genuine than the last.

“Of course. If you could grab a chair…”

Spoony’s voice cut off when Goggles, with a flirtatious, mischievous smile, sat on Spoony’s lap instead,

“…or you could sit on me. That’s good, too.”

Goggles giggled a bit, especially at the way Spoony’s cheeks were reddening slightly. He cleared his throat self-consciously.

“Okay, well, here’s how you hold it…”

- - -

Spoony was surprisingly patient with her, helping her to force her rebellious fingers to pluck and strum the tight strings of the instrument. All the while, his left hand carefully ghosted over her skin, gently showing her fingers the right way to move without cutting her.

Goggles leaned back into Spoony’s arms with a quiet smile as he continued to show her chords and notes and sounds.


“Uh-huh, Goggles?” said Spoony softly. He was so close she could feel his breath on her neck and, if she tilted her head just a little, his eyelashes on her temple.

“…Thanks. For teaching me.”

Spoony smiled again, and Goggles noticed how his cheeks reddened slightly again.

She then leaned over and gently kissed Spoony on the cheek. He started, before tilting his head to look at her.

His lips were millimeters away from hers. Glancing up, she saw that his eyes weren’t on hers, but were on her lips, tracing the curves of it with his gaze. Almost reluctantly, he moved his eyes to meet hers.

Pale blue met stark white.

Spoony lowered his head and kissed her softly on the lips. The two melted into one another, before deepening the kiss. It became passionate, almost desperate and then…



Spoony, without thinking, had tightened his left hand around hers, and now long, shallow cuts marred her smooth, dark skin.

“Oh, god, Goggles, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to…!”

“It’s okay,” hissed Goggles, cradling her bleeding hand against her chest. The salt water was starting to pool in her lap, “I just need to get a bandage; I’ll be back in a second.”

Goggles clambered clumsily off Spoony’s lap and dashed off to the med bay to get a bandage.

Spoony leaned back and examined his bladed hand. Saline slowly dripped off the blades, thin and silver in the darkness of space.



“At ease. Tell me…what do you think just happened?”

I think you just kissed someone you find very attractive.


There was silence for a moment.

“Do you think I should kiss her again?”


There was the answer; blunt, bold and in front of him all this time.

He couldn’t leave, not yet – he still had a ship to pilot.

But he could wait. He was immortal.

He could wait forever.



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Dec. 8th, 2009 06:18 pm (UTC)
That was nice. A guitar is a wonderful instrument and it's nice that he taught her to play.

But he could wait. He was immortal.

He could wait forever.

Now that's sad, considering the end of the story.
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