A Fishy Tale, part 3

Posted on Wed Dec 30th, 2009 @ 7:51am by Commodore Samantha York & Colonel Damon Raine

990 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: The Devils Snare
Location: Planetside
Timeline: Morning after crash

ON

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"Great, thank you." He said, hoping that the water was colder than she let on.

[NEW]

Damon was quick to shed his clothing and make his way to the edge of the beach. He didn't bother to test the water. Rather he plunged headlong under its chilly surface. When he finally came back up to the surface it was almost the entire length of the pool away. He smiled appreciatively at the feeling of the water on his skin before he started to clean himself. Once he reached his head he slowly pulled the bandaging away from the wound and grimaced over the last couple wraps. He had hoped his reflection would be enough to clean around it, but the reflective light was too much to see though.

"Hey Sam," he called "I don't suppose you have a mirror?"

"Not with me, but I'm happy to help in any way I can," she said, turning to look at him. He was too far away to see clearly, especially with the light reflecting off the water. "What do you need me to do?" she amended as she walked closer to the water's edge.

"Well the doc closed most of the wound with the autosuture but wanted to save the dermal regenerator for the rest of the wounded. I have a lot of surface scratches and was hoping to wash around them. My hair feels like an entire tub of gel has been used in it." He joked.

"Come over here and I'll be happy to wash it for you," Sam replied with a smile. "I promise to be gentle." It would give her a chance to do something for him now. He'd taken care of her fish bite. Besides, she liked the idea of being able to help Damon wash.

Damon hesitated for only a moment before lithely swimming through the water to its edge. He spotted a large rock that came out of the water that would be a good place for Samantha to be seated. Before arriving he dipped his head back under the water and ran his hands through his matted hair to loosen a few strands.

"Thank you." He smiled, handing her the bottle of soap.

"My pleasure," she assured him. She'd watched him swim over, enjoying the way he moved through the water. She climbed over to the rock, grabbed some soap and began to gently wash his hair, gently massaging his scalp and taking great care around his wound. It was scabbing over, but she didn't want to open it again and cause further bleeding. She was careful and thorough. When she was done, she kissed him on the shoulder and sat back. "All done. I'll get out of your way so you can rinse off and dress."

Before rinsing the soap out of his hair he turned to face her. "You know, under different circumstances this may have actually been a good date idea." He rested his arms on the rock she was sitting on.

"We'll have to try it when we get out of here." She looked over her shoulder in the direction of the camp. "If I didn't expect someone to come along at any time..." She grinned down at him. "Knowing my luck, I'd join you and get bitten by another fish."

He laughed and looked back over to the center of the pool. "Which reminds me, I’m going to have to come back and settle a score with that fish, he bit my girl!" He spat out the last words in mock anger. He turned back to her with a half smile on his face. He really wanted her to join him, but she was right, it was neither the time nor place. Instead he dipped his head into the water and cleaned the soap out of his hair.

Sam chuckled at his words. "We'll have to come back when the fish aren't biting." Hearing Damon call her 'his girl' made her smile. She liked the way that sounded.

She moved back to the shore and waited for him, turning her back to watch for anyone coming down the path after them.

Damon left the water and quickly jogged over to the rock where his pack was sitting. He dried himself off, which was assisted by the morning sun, and slipped on the fresh fatigues without any incident. He stuffed the remaining clothing into his bag and threw it back over his shoulder which sat opposite his carbine. He thought of wrapping his head back up, but thought a bit of sun couldn't hurt for a little while. After making sure he left nothing behind, he walked up beside Samantha.

Sam gave him a big hug, taking the opportunity to be close to him for a minute before heading back to camp.

Damon returned the embrace, enjoying the moment. "You know, you really are something special. Despite everything that's happened in the last 24 hours, you still manage to put a smile on my face."

"How can I not be happy? You're here with me," Sam said simply.

He tightened his grip on her as if he refused to let go. A light kiss was placed on her head.

They stayed like that for several minutes, neither one wanting to move. Finally, Sam sighed. "Come on, love, we'd better get back to camp before they send a team to search for us."

Damon reluctantly agreed with her and loosened his grip. He tried not to read into the term of endearment too much, after all, he had friends back on earth that used that word for everyone. Still, it made him think.

As the two made their way up the path back to camp, he began to smirk. "Is it wrong that I’m jealous of the fish?..."

OFF

Lieutenant Commander Samantha York
Chief Science Officer
USS Orion

1st Lieutenant Damon Raine
Marine CO
USS Orion

 

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