Fic: "How To Be An Intergalactic Goddess" [1/1]
"How To Be An Intergalactic Goddess"
by missfoxie
Pairing: Roslin/Janeway
Rating: Suitable for All
Disclaimers: These characters are not mine, never were and never will be. I'm just playing with them, and they're having fun.
A/N: Over the summer, I wanted to see if I could write something consisting purely of dialogue. This little piece of crossover fluff is what happened when I tried.
Word Count: A trifling 316
Summary: Two leaders, one kitchen and a deal.
How to Be an Intergalactic Goddess
"May I speak freely Captain?"
"I have a feeling you would even if I said no, Madam President."
"This is the worst pot roast I have ever seen. Sorry, but it’s the truth, cold and hard. Which, incidentally, so is that pot roast."
"But-"
"I know, I know, you didn’t even do it in the replicator. And yet, it still went wrong. Let your scientist’s mind muse upon that, while I go and dispose of this disaster."
"Remind me again why I’m letting you patronise me and insult my culinary efforts?"
"Because, dear Captain, we had a deal. I let you teach me basic quantum mechanics; you let me teach you how to cook. I didn’t anticipate having the more difficult job. Looks like I’m going to have to demonstrate this all over again."
< 30 minutes later >
"You ruined it deliberately."
"Ruined what?"
"The pot roast."
"I am a Starfleet officer, I never ruin things deliberately."
"I think you did and I know why."
"Why?"
"Because it meant I had to stand behind you like this again, and my arms had to curve around yours just so, and because you’re just as devious off-duty as you are on."
"And because you’re just as attractive with herb smears on your face as you are at the other end of that conference table."
"Kathryn."
"What?"
"You’re going to burn the roast if you carry on - ohhh - doing that."
"Computer, temporarily cut power to the stove."
"So hopelessly reliant on technology."
"So hopelessly keen on teaching me how to cook."
"But I learnt your quantum mechanics, all those hideous equations!"
"You did indeed, Madam President, most impressive. Alright, because I can see you switching to 'appropriate retribution' mode, I’ll let you teach me something else in order to fulfil my half of the deal."
"What?"
"Teach me how to cook desserts...and how best to eat them."
by missfoxie
Pairing: Roslin/Janeway
Rating: Suitable for All
Disclaimers: These characters are not mine, never were and never will be. I'm just playing with them, and they're having fun.
A/N: Over the summer, I wanted to see if I could write something consisting purely of dialogue. This little piece of crossover fluff is what happened when I tried.
Word Count: A trifling 316
Summary: Two leaders, one kitchen and a deal.
How to Be an Intergalactic Goddess
"May I speak freely Captain?"
"I have a feeling you would even if I said no, Madam President."
"This is the worst pot roast I have ever seen. Sorry, but it’s the truth, cold and hard. Which, incidentally, so is that pot roast."
"But-"
"I know, I know, you didn’t even do it in the replicator. And yet, it still went wrong. Let your scientist’s mind muse upon that, while I go and dispose of this disaster."
"Remind me again why I’m letting you patronise me and insult my culinary efforts?"
"Because, dear Captain, we had a deal. I let you teach me basic quantum mechanics; you let me teach you how to cook. I didn’t anticipate having the more difficult job. Looks like I’m going to have to demonstrate this all over again."
< 30 minutes later >
"You ruined it deliberately."
"Ruined what?"
"The pot roast."
"I am a Starfleet officer, I never ruin things deliberately."
"I think you did and I know why."
"Why?"
"Because it meant I had to stand behind you like this again, and my arms had to curve around yours just so, and because you’re just as devious off-duty as you are on."
"And because you’re just as attractive with herb smears on your face as you are at the other end of that conference table."
"Kathryn."
"What?"
"You’re going to burn the roast if you carry on - ohhh - doing that."
"Computer, temporarily cut power to the stove."
"So hopelessly reliant on technology."
"So hopelessly keen on teaching me how to cook."
"But I learnt your quantum mechanics, all those hideous equations!"
"You did indeed, Madam President, most impressive. Alright, because I can see you switching to 'appropriate retribution' mode, I’ll let you teach me something else in order to fulfil my half of the deal."
"What?"
"Teach me how to cook desserts...and how best to eat them."