#vixenwave

(Senseless fluff)

“It’s not that bad.”

Mick shook his head. “Nope. I’m not doing it.”

Amaya blew a strand of hair out of her face. “Yeah, it’s slimy, but it’s the only way to hollow it out so you can carve it.”

“You don’t have to do all that,” Mick picked up his knife and stuck it in the outline of the eye. “Just cut and leave the seeds in there.”

“That’s not even a proper pumpkin,” she argued. “You have to get all the pulp and seeds out so you can actually carve it well.”

“I’m not sticking my hands in there,” Mick growled. “I don’t do slimy stuff. A pumpkin’s fine without pulling out all the innards.”

“Really?” Amaya pulled out another snotty clump of pulp and seeds. “Would you bet on it?”

He nodded.

“Then how about we have a competition for the better pumpkin. The rest of the team decides. Loser has to make the winner breakfast without Gideon.”

Mick pulled out the knife and sat down in a chair to start carving. “You’re on.”

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“If he makes you happy, then I’m happy for you,” Mick finally told her. “After everything you’ve been though with your old friends and us, you deserve it.”

Amaya stepped forward and hugged him, knowing it was probably the last time she would ever see him. “Thank you, Mick.”

“Eh,” signaled his walls were coming back up.

“And I...I did read a book draft in your room,” she admitted. “It’s really good. I think you should do something with it.”

“You read it?” His face doesn’t show it, but there’s a hint of fear in his voice. “You liked it?”

“You’ve made a boyfriend error.”

Amaya raises one eyebrow and whirls back around. Zari is still entranced by the tablet propped up in her lap, and the popcorn at her side, one would never even know she’d just said something had they not heard it.

“Excuse me?” She asks, “What does that even mean?”

“Exactly what it says.” Her friend claims while still not tearing her eyes from the screen. “You’ve chosen a boyfriend, it’s not the right one.”

“What do you... Do you KNOW who I’m supposed to start a family with?”

Zari shrugs, much to Amaya’s dismay. She gets that her future is Z’s past, and so she has every freedom to look at it, but she never thought she really would; not to mention taunt her with it afterwards.

Finally Zari puts down the tablet, not the popcorn, and swings her legs back from over the chair’s armrest as so to sit properly.

“No.” She says, “But getting back with a guy who dated me barely a year after you left? Who has a steady job and an apartment in 2019? Doesn’t exactly seem like destiny.”

She rolls her eyes, even if a part of her does have to concede to that point. Nate is settled in 2019, more or less, and even before he never once suggested he go to Zambezi with her.

“Well then who do you suggest?” She asks, “Because according to Gideon Esi is supposed to be born in less than a year, that changing will completely destroy the timeline, and I don’t have the slightest clue who her father is supposed to be.”

Zari just stares at her, at first. The look she gets when she’s considering something.

“You might not hav met him yet.” She suggests, “Or, is there anyone you’ve met in your life, ever, who just... made you happy? Anyone who when you’re away from them, you just miss them?”

She almost scoffs, she wants to, but she thinks about it and really she barely has to.

Yes.

There is someone she misses when she’s away from him, so much so that there have been nights when she’s cried herself to sleep over leaving. Sure, she’s missed the whole team while she’s been gone, but he always comes first.

He’s the first in her mind, the first name to come off her lips, just like he’s always out her first. Above anything, even himself.