Never Speak of this Again...

[Jane Doherty]

Jane startled awake, acutely aware that she wasn't in her own bed, and from the feel of it, had just engaged in spectacular sex. She lay there a moment before it all came rushing back to her and she sat bolt upright and looked at the person next to her.

T.K. groaned at the sudden movement and opened his eyes slowly. The activities of the previous hours suddenly at the forefront of his mind as he saw the woman sitting in his bed. His eyes widened incredulously.

Jane took a deep breath, then another, as she fought to control her emotions. Slowly she said, "never speak of this, ever!"

T.K. just nodded his head, as Jane rose and dressed. Her clothing had been strewn across the room, and it took her a minute to find it all. On her way out, she cast one last glance back and snarled, "ever."

[T.K.]

T.K. stayed in the bed for several minutes after that. His brain still not quite comprehending how what just happened could have possibly happened.

After a while, he finally got up out of the bed, and started hunting for his clothes. A brief glance in a mirror, and he knew he would need a cover story. A very good cover story. But first.

“Definitely going to burn those sheets. No way around that.”

He hated to do it, but evidence was evidence, and Damn. He spent the next hour or so cleaning up the room, amazed at the amount of damage that had been done in such a short amount of time. It was while he was changing the sheets, that he finally noticed that Shiyounin was missing.

“Shiyou? Shiyou, where are you? You can't possibly still be sulking about Ganymede. Come out here.”

He spent several minutes, combing his quarters looking for her, but the AI was no where in sight. He even tried raising her on her Mainframe, but there was no answer.

“I'm really starting to think there's something wrong with her....”