Commander Wolffe

She could say yes. It would be very easy. Just another lie in a lifetime of lies. All she had to do is say yes, she was fine, she was just worried about him and blah blah. He’d never have to know the truth. But even though she wants to lie with all her might, she knows she has to tell the truth. "No." she says, shaking her head. Her hand grips her thigh to keep from shaking. "No it’s not. Wolffe, I’m pregnant."

She barely manages not to burst into laughter at the irony of his words. Now is really not the time for such things, and she keeps her face calm, even looks into those beautiful, mismatched eyes “Wolffe, are you busy? We really need to talk”

Her tone rings wrong with him and he's alert, completely awake now and sitting up immediately. He pulls a hand over his face, as if wiping away the last of sleep before dragging his feet onto the cold floor.  "Of course, of course, what's the matter? Is everything is okay on your end?"

The clicking of her heels echo in the hall, at this late hour. She holds her coat around her, tight, as she keys in the code to her door. Scurrying inside, like a thief, she takes out the data pad and reads it, one more time. Her legs are trembling too much to support her and she sinks to the couch, shaking violently, gasping for air, making inhuman whimpering noises. It’s a long moment before she is able to move again, and  as soon as she can, she punches the number she’s memorized into the comm. She takes the moment before the answer to closer her eyes and breath and force herself to smile. 

No, no, it’s fine. Just making sure you didn’t want to kill me.

You’re an annoyance at best; I have more important things to worry about.

Well, then, that’s great; maybe you can work on your attitude.

I’ll be sure to get right on that then.

They have books ad everything, if you were wondering.

Something needs to die.

Are you taking applications orrrr?

Absolutely. I won't even charge you more then getting rid of this kink in my neck.

No, no, it’s fine. Just making sure you didn’t want to kill me.

You’re an annoyance at best; I have more important things to worry about.

Well, then, that’s great; maybe you can work on your attitude.

I'll be sure to get right on that then.

Something needs to die.

Hope that’s not me.

Not everything is about you, unless you’d like it to be?

No, no, it’s fine. Just making sure you didn’t want to kill me.

You're an annoyance at best; I have more important things to worry about.

Something needs to die.

Hope that’s not me.

Not everything is about you, unless you’d like it to be?

  Seeing the subtle smile form on the commander’s face, Juno’s own omnipresent smile relaxes and she moves to sit beside him. “well, not quite a hunch, more like a tip off. I’ve been informed that you might have had an encounter that might not have gone so well.”

  " Call it a hunch." *extends the caf towards him again.* "Do you want this or am I to be forced to make my insulin levels weep in terror by drinking it?"

"A hunch hmm?" [He takes the caf, more then grateful of course, but unwilling to show it. Not now at least. Not after the osik he's had to put up with. There's a small sip, his eyes flutter shut and he can feel the anger begin to drain away, if only a little. Wolffe lifts his gaze to Juno and smiles, -a small one- but a smile nonetheless.] "Thank you Juno. I do appreciate it."

*rolls eyes*

"Things not going well for you, darling?" *Gives him a gentle smile and holds out a caf for him*

"What gave it away?"

"That’s because she’s competent. "