#pan selfship

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I couldn't sleep last night so I wrote this at early o'clock hdkshsj

Fluff angst? Fluff angst.

Ellie hated when the captain closed her door. Usually the door to their quarters was wide open, but she was face-to-face with the unrelenting metal as it refused to budge. She knocked on the door again, more adamant this time, only to be rewarded with silence.

"ADA, is the captain in her quarters?" Ellie spoke a little more angrily than she meant.

"That is correct, Dr. Fenhill. They do not wish to be disturbed."

"They're unresponsive. ADA, open the door, it might be a medical emergency."

"Understood."

The click-whish of the door unlocking and sliding into its hiding pocket was a relief until Ellie got a glimpse of the form of her captain slumped over at the desk, shaking silently. She hurried over, gripping Ollie's shoulders as she forced her to sit up. Cupping her chin, she tilted their face to look at them: eyes red and puffy from sobbing, massive circles hinting at the lack of sleep, a raw spot on their lip from chewing it with worry.

Pulling away, Ollie spoke with more venom than intended. "What are you doing in here? My door was locked. Leave me alone, Ellie."

The words stung, but Ellie pushed them aside as she crouched down. "Not gonna happen, Boss. You didn't answer when I knocked. As the ship doc, I was concerned. As your girlfriend, I was worried. Now, what's going on?"

Ollie rose from their seat swiftly, back rigid as her hands balled angrily. "Everything! Nothing! Ugh, I don't know! I happened to be the lucky popsicle that got defrosted and now they want me to save the galaxy? I don't know how to do that!" Their voice rose as she turned away from the red haired doctor, slamming their open palms on the desk. "Wanna know what I did before this? I trained dogs on Earth! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO TAKE DOWN THE BOARD!" Words failed as she broke down sobbing again. "I lost my family, people want me dead, and they just want be to okay with this?"

Ellie recoiled, eyes wide at the anger that was erupting from her usually calm captain. Steeling herself, she reached out and placed a hand over one of Ollie's and sighed when she didn't recoil. She slid her fingers under their palm and tugged gently. "Hey. Take my hand. C'mon, trust me." They dropped their shoulders and turned to look at her, squeezing her hand tightly while cocking a questioning eyebrow. "Take a deep breath, there we go."

Ollie smiled sheepishly as Ellie brought her other hand up to wipe their tears away before resting it on her cheek. The two stood in silence, Ollie focused on slowing her breathing, awkwardly smiling at each other before Ollie spoke up. "Sorry about that. I've, uh, I've been trying to ignore how I've been feeling."

"Y'know you can always talk to me, Cap. The galaxy's scary, but it's a little less scary when you've got someone by your side," Ellie flashed her signature cheeky smirk as she leaned forward and kissed her cheek. "You trust me?"

"Yeah, I trust you." Ollie smiled before placing a kiss against the sawbone's lips. "Sorry for scaring you. Wanna go get a drink?"

"Yeah, that sounds like a good plan!"

I can't help that I fell in love with the mungo 💙