Secretly Fond of Each Other
Title: Secretly Fond of Each Other
Fandom: Farscape
Character: Braca
Pairing: Scorpius/Braca
Time Frame: between Bad Timing & Pk Wars
Spoilers: nope
Synopsis: Frelling your superior officer isn't unusual, but rumors do get around...
Word Count: 223
Rating: PG13
Warning: violence
Disclaimer: Farscape and the characters and settings therein are the property of the Henson Company, and are used here entirely without permission but entirely with respect. This is for love, not for money.
Acknowledgements:
Author's Notes: Written for the Random Playlist Meme, based on Cowboys are Frequently, Secretly Fond of Each Other by Willie Nelson
The whispers travel up and down the corridors - Miklo isn't deaf. He hears them.
"Disgraceful" "Disgusting" "It can't be true, can it?"
"What can't?" he asks mildly, revelling in the shocked and panicked face of the commandos who'd thought the conversation they were engaded in was private.
"Uh.." the officer he addressed stammers, and one of her compatriots bravely offers "they're saying you're recreating with Scorpius."
Miklo swallows the urge to laugh, and merely raises an amused eyebrow. "Well, he is my commanding officer."
"Ah, well, you see, Captain Bracca..." the second officer stammers, and the first one regains some courage and says - almost accusingly - "they say you like it, Sir."
"The Hybrid?" Braca asks incredulously, and lets go of the laugh he was holding in. One by one, the nervous officers join in, until the mess is a riot of merriment - that stops dead when Bracca raises his pulse pistol and blows a hole in the head of the Commando who'd spoken first.
"Now," Braca said into the shocked silence, holding the gun aloft, "is there anyone else who feels like wasting my time and chakkan oil with silly questions?"
There is no reply, and the entire mess snaps to attention.
"Good," Miklo says, and leaves, silently congratulating himself on keeping his secret safe for the foreseeable future.
AAAAAahhaaahahahahahah. Go Miklo!
Fandom: Farscape
Character: Braca
Pairing: Scorpius/Braca
Time Frame: between Bad Timing & Pk Wars
Spoilers: nope
Synopsis: Frelling your superior officer isn't unusual, but rumors do get around...
Word Count: 223
Rating: PG13
Warning: violence
Disclaimer: Farscape and the characters and settings therein are the property of the Henson Company, and are used here entirely without permission but entirely with respect. This is for love, not for money.
Acknowledgements:
Author's Notes: Written for the Random Playlist Meme, based on Cowboys are Frequently, Secretly Fond of Each Other by Willie Nelson
The whispers travel up and down the corridors - Miklo isn't deaf. He hears them.
"Disgraceful" "Disgusting" "It can't be true, can it?"
"What can't?" he asks mildly, revelling in the shocked and panicked face of the commandos who'd thought the conversation they were engaded in was private.
"Uh.." the officer he addressed stammers, and one of her compatriots bravely offers "they're saying you're recreating with Scorpius."
Miklo swallows the urge to laugh, and merely raises an amused eyebrow. "Well, he is my commanding officer."
"Ah, well, you see, Captain Bracca..." the second officer stammers, and the first one regains some courage and says - almost accusingly - "they say you like it, Sir."
"The Hybrid?" Braca asks incredulously, and lets go of the laugh he was holding in. One by one, the nervous officers join in, until the mess is a riot of merriment - that stops dead when Bracca raises his pulse pistol and blows a hole in the head of the Commando who'd spoken first.
"Now," Braca said into the shocked silence, holding the gun aloft, "is there anyone else who feels like wasting my time and chakkan oil with silly questions?"
There is no reply, and the entire mess snaps to attention.
"Good," Miklo says, and leaves, silently congratulating himself on keeping his secret safe for the foreseeable future.
AAAAAahhaaahahahahahah. Go Miklo!