trans_9 | Rest and Relaxation.... and a whole lot of aggrivation [Closed]

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Rest and Relaxation.... and a whole lot of aggrivation [Closed]

Leon's day had been long, though ultimately productive. He managed to scratch a number of things off his list, and only two items of consequence remained. Those being Sherry's surgery, and spelunking through W&P, trying to relocate the Main Armory.

He also needed to take a break.

But when he got back to the Precinct, he didn't head straight to his room and crash, which is probably what he should've done. Instead he went to Claire's room and knocked on her door. He needed to talk to her, and he figured he could hide out with her for a little while. He knew she'd run interference for him if he asked her to... plus about two-thirds of the ship thought they screwing each other anyway dear god did he wish, so if they were locked in a room together, odds are people would be reluctant to bother them.

"Hey, Claire, open up. It's me."

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"Yeah, there's that." Better than the usual three minutes before this place explodes.

"But I've still been running myself ragged trying to help deal with all of this. I feel like I could sleep for a week. I might even be able to despite this damn suit."

She opened her eyes again at that and looked back at him, pressing her lips together.

"You definitely look like you need it. I haven't seen you look this ragged for a while." She reached up and playfully flicked that bit of hair that was always hanging in front of his eyes. "You're working way too hard. Even if there's impending doom."

He smirked at her a little, his eyes briefly tracking her hand before settling back on her face.

"Yeah, I know. Luckily it finally dawned on me that I have underlings and my own ninja assassin now, and I should probably put them to work." It was times like this that he really missed Hunnigan. She always handled personnel and resource management, plus logistics. That usually freed him up to do what he did best.

"About time," she smirked, settling back against him for a moment. A beat later her head rose up again and she gave him a funny look.

"When did you get a ninja assassin?"

"Only recently," he answered, with the same kind of casualness as if he were talking about a recently purchased t-shirt.

"She's not really a ninja assassin, by the way." He gave her a look as if to say 'you should know me better than that'. "I just like to call her that."

"Uh-huh," Claire arched an eyebrow. She knew he wasn't the type to have secret assassins, of course, but the innocent tone was just making her curious as to what and who he was talking about.

"So what is she?"

He was about to answer 'a cyborg' when his tired brain caught on that she meant what was Motoko to him. He didn't know how to answer that.

"...good question." He looked back at Claire, his brows furrowed in a bit of thought. "I'm not sure yet. I'm still feeling out the situation."

She frowned back at him, and tilted her head to the side a little.

"Should I be concerned?" She didn't know what she had to be concerned about exactly, but using ninja assassin to describe someone even in a silly manner conjured up images to her that put her a little on edge.

~~Or was it that the ninja assassin happened to be a 'she'?~~

"I am," he admitted. "She made it clear that she specifically wanted to work for me. Not for Picard, not for the crew, but for me.

"And I have no idea why." And he couldn't see too many reasons either.

"She says she doesn't want anything from me, but that seems unlikely. Don't know what she could be after, though.

"I figured it would be better to keep an eye on her, try to figure out what her game is, and put her skills to good use in the meantime."

Claire was staring again, giving Leon the look she usually reserved for when she thought something was incredibly stupid.

"She's not Asian, is she?" Claire pretty much avoided bringing up Ada as much as possible, because she hadn't really known the woman on top of it being an always sore subject. This, however, was fishy to her.

He gave her a look back at her question, wondering why that would be relevant.

"She is... why?"

"Ada?" she wasn't questioning if the woman in question was Ada, she was pretty sure she would've found out by now if that woman were on the ship, she was just stating her opinion on the situation. That it sounded like her.

After arching her eyebrows at him for a second she pushed herself away, shaking his arm off and standing up so she could walk away and lean on the wall by the window. She'd been very comfortable, but now not so much.

He was surprised when she pushed away, but he didn't get up to follow her. He shifted a little, though, and rubbed his face a little.

He had a feeling this was about to turn into one of those conversations with Claire.

"Yeah, I remember Ada. That was the first thought that crossed my mind, and I haven't been able to shake it since. But she's not Ada." Unless Ada became a cyborg since the last time he saw her.

Claire crossed her arms across her chest and frowned at him.

"Still sounds like a snake in the grass. And you've never been good with snakes." As competent as Leon was, and as much as she trusted him, she wasn't sure how having someone who wanted to work specifically and only for him was a good thing.

He rubbed his face again, though his hand lingered on his mouth, covering a rather wry grin. Claire had no idea.

"Be that as it may, I'm not in a position we I can afford to reject a whole lot of help. It's a risk, but if she can be useful, and it gets us one step closer to getting back home, I'll chance it."

"Yeah, okay," she huffed, sounding more than a little aggravated. She looked away from him and out the window instead, just for something else to focus her attention on. She tapped her fingers on her bicep, chewing the inside of her cheek before speaking again.

"If you get shot again, you can't say I didn't try to tell you this was a dumb idea."

This time he did let her see his grin.

"I know. But if I was able to survive Ada, I can survive this."

He decided to make himself more comfortable again, and simply laid down this time. He helped himself to Claire's pillow, and couldn't help but notice the faint scent of her hair on it.

"I appreciate it, though."

"Mmhmm," Claire replied, catching him moving around out of the corner of her eye and looking back in time to see him making himself comfortable on her pillow.

"Hey!" She finally dropped her arms and walked back over to him, stopping when she got to the side of the couch and resting a hand on her hip.

"Who said you could sleep on my bed?"

His eyes started at the hand on her hip, then trailed up until he was looking at her with an impish grin.

"I figured I'd make myself comfortable."

She couldn't really keep the severe look on her face going when he was grinning at her like that, so she just twisted her lips up in an effort to keep from smiling and shifted her position, leaning one hand against the back of the couch so she wasn't putting too much stress on her abdominal muscles. The other came down and shoved his shoulder, while she leaned over him.

"You could've moved to the other couch."

His grin didn't waver, and it was going to take more than that little shove to get him to move.

"I know. But I like this one."

He loosely to threw around around her waist, and started pulling her towards him.

"So do I, it's why it's mine," she replied, losing the battle with her attempts not to smile and smirking at him. When he threw his arm around her waist she glanced down for a beat, before looking back at his face. It wouldn't really take much to pull her down, but she had her arm braced on the back of the couch and the other one she moved to the arm. She wasn't going to budge unless he used more force or she decided she wanted to.

"What, you think we can share?"

Leon wasn't going to force her, and eased off some, but still kept his arm around her.

"We were a few minutes ago," he reminded her. And he had liked having her so close to him like that.

Claire narrowed her eyes a little, considering him for a moment before letting out a sigh through her nose and tilting her head to the side, letting her arms slack up a little.

"Move over."

His grin grew a little wider, and he moved over to make room for her. He wasn't entirely sure where he was going with this, but he was glad to have her close.

"C'mere."

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