Better
Title: "Better"
Author: PrettySirenx
Rating: PG-13-ish
Genre: humor, crack!fic-ish, slight smut
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Don't own SGU.
A/N: This is for trekkiesara's Scott and Chloe break up.
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They sat in what was, more or less, the ship’s bar. Chloe had had so much to drink she was seeing double. All she really wanted to do was go to bed. But Scott wouldn’t have that. He was in a mood. He’d been to visit his baby mama on Earth and things didn’t go very well. For some reason, his tortured mind sought to take out its troubles on his supposed girlfriend.
“And she won’t even look at me when we have sex,” he said loudly to Greer. Scott himself had had a lot to drink, too.
“You’re not being cool, man,” James said aloofly as she took a sip of her own drink.
“Well, if you weren’t such a whiny pussy, maybe I’d want to look at you,” Chloe retorted, motioning for Brody to pour her another shot.
“Burn,” Eli said; he’d been keenly fascinated by the fight, which really just popped out of nowhere.
“Funny, I thought you liked whiny pussies,” Scott said. “I mean, you’re hanging around this lump,” he motioned to Eli, “constantly.”
“You’re such an ass,” she said, narrowing her eyes.
“Then why are you with me?”
“I sure as hell don’t want to be,” she snapped. The words left her mouth before she could edit them, but as soon as they did, she realized she didn’t want to; she meant them.
“You heard it!” Scott said to Greer with a strange sort displaced of triumph in his voice. “She admits it. I fucking knew it. Didn’t I know it?”
“You knew it,” Greer allowed.
“I fucking knew it,” Scott said again just before he passed out, hitting his head on a table.
Rush strode over to Chloe and sat down beside her.
“Can I buy you a celebratory drink, love?”
“Do you expect me to blow you afterward?”
“Only if you want to.”
“You’re a gentleman, Dr. Rush,” she said, clinking her glass up against his. “And for that -- and the drink -- I intend to ravish you.”
Rush stood up. Then he began to shout. “Everybody out -- now! Or I swear to God I’m cracking skulls.”
People took him seriously. By that point Greer had dragged Scott back to his quarters. Eli was the only one who made to protest, but the look Rush gave him was so viciously frightening, he backed down. Rush was the alpha male and he knew it and respected it.
“This isn’t a rebound thing, is it?” Rush asked as he picked her up by her tiny waist and hoisted her onto the bar.
“I’m about to rock your world in this din of piss and hormones -- it’s a relationship.”
He felt better about that.
Author: PrettySirenx
Rating: PG-13-ish
Genre: humor, crack!fic-ish, slight smut
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Don't own SGU.
A/N: This is for trekkiesara's Scott and Chloe break up.
___________________________________________
They sat in what was, more or less, the ship’s bar. Chloe had had so much to drink she was seeing double. All she really wanted to do was go to bed. But Scott wouldn’t have that. He was in a mood. He’d been to visit his baby mama on Earth and things didn’t go very well. For some reason, his tortured mind sought to take out its troubles on his supposed girlfriend.
“And she won’t even look at me when we have sex,” he said loudly to Greer. Scott himself had had a lot to drink, too.
“You’re not being cool, man,” James said aloofly as she took a sip of her own drink.
“Well, if you weren’t such a whiny pussy, maybe I’d want to look at you,” Chloe retorted, motioning for Brody to pour her another shot.
“Burn,” Eli said; he’d been keenly fascinated by the fight, which really just popped out of nowhere.
“Funny, I thought you liked whiny pussies,” Scott said. “I mean, you’re hanging around this lump,” he motioned to Eli, “constantly.”
“You’re such an ass,” she said, narrowing her eyes.
“Then why are you with me?”
“I sure as hell don’t want to be,” she snapped. The words left her mouth before she could edit them, but as soon as they did, she realized she didn’t want to; she meant them.
“You heard it!” Scott said to Greer with a strange sort displaced of triumph in his voice. “She admits it. I fucking knew it. Didn’t I know it?”
“You knew it,” Greer allowed.
“I fucking knew it,” Scott said again just before he passed out, hitting his head on a table.
Rush strode over to Chloe and sat down beside her.
“Can I buy you a celebratory drink, love?”
“Do you expect me to blow you afterward?”
“Only if you want to.”
“You’re a gentleman, Dr. Rush,” she said, clinking her glass up against his. “And for that -- and the drink -- I intend to ravish you.”
Rush stood up. Then he began to shout. “Everybody out -- now! Or I swear to God I’m cracking skulls.”
People took him seriously. By that point Greer had dragged Scott back to his quarters. Eli was the only one who made to protest, but the look Rush gave him was so viciously frightening, he backed down. Rush was the alpha male and he knew it and respected it.
“This isn’t a rebound thing, is it?” Rush asked as he picked her up by her tiny waist and hoisted her onto the bar.
“I’m about to rock your world in this din of piss and hormones -- it’s a relationship.”
He felt better about that.