ninth translation // written/action for housemates

[lt_linguist]

[Heavily filtered - probably 97% - to Malcolm Reynolds]

[It takes a few hours after the experiment wears off for this letter to appear - she's been collecting her thoughts, working through everything, and then composing the message, mustering every ounce of dignity she can.]Captain Reynolds

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[slaying]

[Selfish, selfish Slayer. So caught up in her own melodrama that, when the first few hours of her house-arrest has passed with little action, she walks into Uhura's room. Because the communications officer was always good for chat. Maybe they could, oh god Buffy didn't know, share some cookies or do their nails or absolutely anything other than talk about love.

Of course, Buffy bursts in upon Uhura's very private moment of whatever-this-experiment-left-them-with. The playful and goading remark that she had planned dies on her lips.]

Oh, Uhura? [Her shoulders slump and she invites herself in. Move over, woman. She's having a seat next to you.] Rough week?

[slaying]

You made it work for three years, right? A little bump like this--with neither of you to blame? You'll be fine.

[lt_linguist]

For some definitions of "fine", I suppose. [She halfheartedly punches a pillow.] Damn Malnosso. As if this wasn't complicated enough already.

[slaying]

You two've got love. Seems pretty uncomplicated to me. I mean, at least you're not so star crossed as--say--a vampire slayer loving a vampire. [She smiles to herself.]

You two seem good together. I remain hopeful because if you two--who love each other--can't make it work, what hope've I got?

[lt_linguist]

[She has to smile.] Not sure a couple of emotionally-stunted rule-breakers like Spock and I are the best example of a healthy relationship.

There's a lot I haven't let myself say.

[slaying]

Healthier than a lot of others I've seen. So, hey. Enjoy being in first place.