He'd know that voice anywhere. Even across the lounge.
That's what happens when a voice is there, at his side, ready to respond to any word, any command, for every waking moment more days than not for five years. When that voice is the one he's been longing to hear again since the moment he wound up here.
Her name had been the first thing he'd said when he arrived here, and he's not even thinking when he stands, pushing back his chair, staring around the bar for the familiar petite figure of his ship.
He grins when he sees her.
He doesn't run. He doesn't hug her, though after weeks of missing her he wants to.
Instead, he straightens his shirt and strides across the bar, tall, shoulders back, and stops a few paces from her, hands on his hips.
Dignified captain is dignified. Undignified mun is squealing with delight :-P
He'd know that voice anywhere. Even across the lounge.
That's what happens when a voice is there, at his side, ready to respond to any word, any command, for every waking moment more days than not for five years. When that voice is the one he's been longing to hear again since the moment he wound up here.
Her name had been the first thing he'd said when he arrived here, and he's not even thinking when he stands, pushing back his chair, staring around the bar for the familiar petite figure of his ship.
He grins when he sees her.
He doesn't run. He doesn't hug her, though after weeks of missing her he wants to.
Instead, he straightens his shirt and strides across the bar, tall, shoulders back, and stops a few paces from her, hands on his hips.
"Andromeda."
He almost manages to keep himself from smiling.
Almost.