TF-verse, Florida: Jeimu and Jav's house.

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She looks up at her husband the moment her feet hit the ground. The air is slightly cool; dusk has fallen and there's the distinct aroma of salt on the air. Typical seaside night.

"So," she says quietly, "what exactly did you say to him?"

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He's still scowling darkly. "Said if he ever talked to you like that again, or even looked at you the wrong way I'd blow his sorry droid #$%$#% to $%#$*."

"Way ta go," says Vic sarcastically as he gets the door unlocked and wanders inside.

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"About time someone stood up for me where he's concerned," she sighs, putting her arms around him. "Still, can't help but feel bad."

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He holds her close, lifting her off her feet as he always does. "Feel bad?"

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Jav starts to say something else, but then stops as Vic pauses to give both of them the look.

"Go to bed," he growls. "The runt's got work tomorrow."

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"No, I'm not letting this come between us as well," Jeimu reaches for Jav's hands. "I'm sorry you had to see all that."

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"What between us?" He lifts his brows and looks at her quizzically, the anger gone from his eyes now that he's here with her.

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"How's it a problem?" His voice is soft.

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"It's having a detrimental effect on my self-control," she says, a ghost of a laugh in her voice.

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"...And the problem?"

The next day. Or something.

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The beautiful thing about being a Mission Controller for the now-decrepit Space Shuttle fleet was the fact that if missions were scrubbed, you could sleep in.

And still get paid.

Jeimu didn't really hear Jav leave for work this morning, and now she's sprawled in bed, her hair a mess, arms and legs sticking out of the blanket, staring at her clock with trepidation.

"Ugh." She snarls at it and rolls over.

Re: The next day. Or something.

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Out in the driveway Ratchet eyes his sniggering wife from his alt mode. //You're going to wake her up, and then she'll really be angry at me.//

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He's silent for several minutes, but then shifts with a sighing of shocks.

"I think that you're a brilliant and compassionate woman, with a gift for seeing things that most humans would never think to look for."

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Well, that is certainly a new answer for Jeimu. Most of the time variants on the words "insufferable", "annoying", and "oh lord what's up with that accent" usually come into play.

And none of that this time.

Still, she's on the defensive.

"So then why, if that's what you think of me, did you spend hours and hours treating me like I was a nuisance?"

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//I'm afraid to.//

And he is too. He's nearly convinced that the moment he uses his vocal processor for anything other than answering a question he'll blow everything again.

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"So now you're trying to convince me that you don't enjoy having conversations, huh?" Jeimu looks confused, yet resigned.

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"Er, was it you who wired the power lines to play music instead of overcharging our systems?" He remembers the look on Ironhide's face when he'd gotten the country station instead of a zap.

And yes, he was trying to zap the morning after he'd drunk himself stupid.

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She laughs. "I may have helped that along a little bit."

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"Oh, don't let her eat that!" he says with alarm.

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"She's fine." Jeimu gives Asuka a healthy scrub around the ears and the pup perks her head, tongue lolling. "She's just chewing on it, not actually eating it."

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He tilts his head slightly for a moment, then, "Ah."

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"It's vaguely demeaning, but I'll deal with it. We don't hate each other, we actually each think the other's pretty cool, correct?"

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"Ah, no. I'd rather avoid that, if possible. That's why I was asking," he says, embarrassed.

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"Alright then. Well, I guess you deserve not to be egged and painted..."

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"I... what?" he asks blankly, processors trying to find a reference.

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She laughs. "Never mind."

Unspoken agreement or not, she doesn't plan on ceasing the lighthearted teasing.