Pasión
by Lt. February Grace
71223.14
Guest Quarters
--=Three days after The Executor leaves orbit of Bajor=--
by Lt. February Grace
71223.14
Guest Quarters
--=Three days after The Executor leaves orbit of Bajor=--
Having spent the first seventy-two hours of the trip recovering from the rescue mission by sleeping, eating, and sleeping some more, February was finally wide awake.
The news that had come via subspace was good. Zanh Liis was out of surgery and stable, her condition improving by the hour. By last report she was awake, alert, and sent her thanks to everyone who had had a part in saving her life.
Sparrow padded around their unfamiliar, temporary quarters, sniffing at everything continually. As unhappy as he was that they were nowhere he'd been before, he was very happy to have some time with his favorite bi-pedal being.
He curled up on Bru's long legs as they stretched from the chair to the ottoman, and proceeded to wash his face contentedly.
"¡Te quiero! ¡Te quiero! ¡No le amo! ¡Te quiero!"
"Don't do it, dude! She's been smooching on half the guys in town while you were pining for her! Don't believe those crocodile tears!"
Dabin Reece emerged from the shower, one towel around his waist, another in his hands working the water out of his hair. He stared at his new wife incredulously.
She was glued to the video screen, yarn and crochet hook hanging still in her hands as her mouth gaped open.
"NO! Don't KISS Camila you IDIOT! You're a pirate, don't you know more about women than. . ." She dropped the hook and yarn and shook her head. ". . .and there he goes."
"February, my darling," Dabin began, holding an index finger suspended in mid-air. "Um, what the hell?"
"Oh, it's a video entertainment series that Ensign Suarez from engineering recommended."
"Betty? She's such a nice girl. I like her."
"Me too. Well, she put me on to this and I've only seen two episodes, but I'm completely addicted."
"So, okay." Dabin said, observing the action onscreen."Pirates, right? Cool. The redheaded chick there seems to cry a lot. And what is UP with the old geez stabbing the painting?" He watched as the old man laughed with manaical glee. "Repeatedly."
"Not entirely sure yet, but whoever is in it must've really pissed him off."
"Apparently. I just hope painting guy's name isn't Dorian Gray. Cause if it was, he's dead now."
"Ensign Suarez says that hundreds of years ago, this was a very popular form of entertainment for a large portion of Earth's population. I had heard of Telenovela when I lived on Earth but I was too busy studying all those years and anyway, my mother never would have ever let me watch this."
Dabin sat down beside her on the couch and wrapped the towel he'd been carrying around his shoulders. "Wouldn't it be more entertaining if you turned the Universal Translator on? Reece speaks twelve languages but Español isn't one of em."
"That's part of the fun, don't you see? I get to imagine what they're saying. It's more exciting that way."
"Good lord, would someone tell that guy to stop hitting everybody with that stick? Stabbing paintings, hitting women with big sticks, I think old geez needs anger management classes."
"I haven't quite figured it all out yet. But I do know that Redhead couldn't escape her way out of a paper bag in broad daylight if both ends were ripped open."
The news that had come via subspace was good. Zanh Liis was out of surgery and stable, her condition improving by the hour. By last report she was awake, alert, and sent her thanks to everyone who had had a part in saving her life.
Sparrow padded around their unfamiliar, temporary quarters, sniffing at everything continually. As unhappy as he was that they were nowhere he'd been before, he was very happy to have some time with his favorite bi-pedal being.
He curled up on Bru's long legs as they stretched from the chair to the ottoman, and proceeded to wash his face contentedly.
"¡Te quiero! ¡Te quiero! ¡No le amo! ¡Te quiero!"
"Don't do it, dude! She's been smooching on half the guys in town while you were pining for her! Don't believe those crocodile tears!"
Dabin Reece emerged from the shower, one towel around his waist, another in his hands working the water out of his hair. He stared at his new wife incredulously.
She was glued to the video screen, yarn and crochet hook hanging still in her hands as her mouth gaped open.
"NO! Don't KISS Camila you IDIOT! You're a pirate, don't you know more about women than. . ." She dropped the hook and yarn and shook her head. ". . .and there he goes."
"February, my darling," Dabin began, holding an index finger suspended in mid-air. "Um, what the hell?"
"Oh, it's a video entertainment series that Ensign Suarez from engineering recommended."
"Betty? She's such a nice girl. I like her."
"Me too. Well, she put me on to this and I've only seen two episodes, but I'm completely addicted."
"So, okay." Dabin said, observing the action onscreen."Pirates, right? Cool. The redheaded chick there seems to cry a lot. And what is UP with the old geez stabbing the painting?" He watched as the old man laughed with manaical glee. "Repeatedly."
"Not entirely sure yet, but whoever is in it must've really pissed him off."
"Apparently. I just hope painting guy's name isn't Dorian Gray. Cause if it was, he's dead now."
"Ensign Suarez says that hundreds of years ago, this was a very popular form of entertainment for a large portion of Earth's population. I had heard of Telenovela when I lived on Earth but I was too busy studying all those years and anyway, my mother never would have ever let me watch this."
Dabin sat down beside her on the couch and wrapped the towel he'd been carrying around his shoulders. "Wouldn't it be more entertaining if you turned the Universal Translator on? Reece speaks twelve languages but Español isn't one of em."
"That's part of the fun, don't you see? I get to imagine what they're saying. It's more exciting that way."
"Good lord, would someone tell that guy to stop hitting everybody with that stick? Stabbing paintings, hitting women with big sticks, I think old geez needs anger management classes."
"I haven't quite figured it all out yet. But I do know that Redhead couldn't escape her way out of a paper bag in broad daylight if both ends were ripped open."
--=Three Hours Later=---
"NO! Don't kiss him! What are you- doh! You idiot!" Dabin hollered at the video screen, spilling his bowl of popcorn on the floor. "Poor brunette chick from town. She really loves that creep, and here he marries her while Redhead is away and now she's BACK!"
"I hate when that happens." February replied. "Shush I'm trying to hear."
"Hear what exactly? They're STILL SPEAKING SPANISH!"
"This is even better than Mystery Science Theater 3000!" Bru giggled hysterically. Oh, here comes the song!" she grabbed his hands and swung them to and fro in hers. "Sing it with me Dabin! Come on!"
"Must I?"
"Yes," She insisted, dramatically. "You must."
Jumping down from her lap, Sparrow tilted his head to the side, looked at February with disgust, then ran and hid under the bed.
"I hate when that happens." February replied. "Shush I'm trying to hear."
"Hear what exactly? They're STILL SPEAKING SPANISH!"
"This is even better than Mystery Science Theater 3000!" Bru giggled hysterically. Oh, here comes the song!" she grabbed his hands and swung them to and fro in hers. "Sing it with me Dabin! Come on!"
"Must I?"
"Yes," She insisted, dramatically. "You must."
Jumping down from her lap, Sparrow tilted his head to the side, looked at February with disgust, then ran and hid under the bed.
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Lt. February Grace
(Hooked on Spanish Soaps)
Aboard the USS Executor
Lt. February Grace
(Hooked on Spanish Soaps)
Aboard the USS Executor