http://meimeichanic.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] meimeichanic.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] playinginsand2007-05-05 09:26 pm

[AU: Kaylee in Eden]

This ain't Persephone.

Kaylee ain't exactly sure what this place is, but it ain't Persephone. And that wall with "Eden" written on it, that ain't Serenity, which it should be, seeing as she just left her.

"Uh..." she hazards, rotating around slowly, checking out her surroundings, her smile fading with worry. "Cap'n?"

[identity profile] notanoptimist.livejournal.com 2007-05-09 09:43 am (UTC)(link)
He grins and has to swallow back a laugh. Her honesty is refreshing and the innocence makes just about anything she has to say suddenly completely undeniably good-natured.

"You really can hang around, if you want to," he offers again, watching her rather than the machine. "...and the lights and alarm really are controlled upstairs, I wasn't just..."

Trying to stall so they could have hot, sweaty, engineer sex on the floor.

[identity profile] notanoptimist.livejournal.com 2007-05-09 09:49 am (UTC)(link)
"No clocks," Sokka explains, wincing when she reacts like that, sitting up immediately after carefully dislodging fingers from her hair. "Don't worry - I'll get you back.

"...after I find pants, anywaaa... how did they get over here?"

[identity profile] notanoptimist.livejournal.com 2007-05-09 09:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Can't imagine anyone yelling at you." Pulling up his jeans and getting them fascinated, Sokka's up a moment later to pick up Kaylee's clothing and bring it over before searching out his shirt. "Does he come to see you often? It couldn't've been... more than an hour, maybe."

[identity profile] notanoptimist.livejournal.com 2007-05-09 10:03 am (UTC)(link)
Wash.

Pulling his t-shirt on over his head, Sokka smiles and offers his hands to help her up. "Don't worry," he says again, reassuring her. "I'll send you back home."

When she's dressed and standing, anyway.

[identity profile] notanoptimist.livejournal.com 2007-05-09 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nice to hear," Sokka replies, laughing. Once she's up, hands are occupied: one in a pocket, the other resting at the back of his neck. "Trust me, if you weren't so worried about your captain, I'd be trying a lot harder to get you to stick around."

[identity profile] notanoptimist.livejournal.com 2007-05-09 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
He blinks and Sokka looks at her again, quiet for a moment. He can't imagine why any Kaylee would have trouble believing she was beautiful (or very, very talented) but he hopes, at least, that Simon managed to fix that in Apocalyptica.

Or wherever it was that they started sleeping together.

He does the best he can, just in case, leaning forward to kiss her cheek and replying with "Of course."

Except that she's going and there is, so far as he knows, no way to get back.

This, somehow, doesn't stop him in the slightest from grinning like a fool when she asks him to believe, nodding once. "Now, now, don't get my hopes up - now you're just being cruel."

[identity profile] notanoptimist.livejournal.com 2007-05-09 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
This time when laughter bursts from Sokka, it's accompanied by a red tinge to his dark face. "I'd say the same for you except I had a lot of fun being ridden."

Which is why he didn't protest to being thrown on the floor.

"...though if you do manage to get back, I think we should really finish the experiment with the wall."

[identity profile] notanoptimist.livejournal.com 2007-05-09 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
He wrinkles it for her and then just goes back to grinning, tightening the tie in his hair. "Don't forget - it's wood with a copper casing, not copper with a wood one. The friction will set the whole thing on fire if it's backwards."

[identity profile] notanoptimist.livejournal.com 2007-05-09 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, I don't want your boat catching on fire and get my name spread through the whole universe as the idiot that made you explode."

[identity profile] notanoptimist.livejournal.com 2007-05-09 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"...well, that... doesn't really make me feel better at all, really." Smirking a little, hands sliding into his pockets, Sokka leans back against the wall. "Don't die, okay? Promise?"

[identity profile] notanoptimist.livejournal.com 2007-05-09 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, continue to fail at it, then."

[identity profile] notanoptimist.livejournal.com 2007-05-09 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
She's got his hand a moment later, out of his pocket and curling around her fingers as he nods and pushes off the wall. "Sure. You don't have to do anything but stand there. Real simple."