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[Leia was well aware that Felix was trying his very hardest to make a good impression on her. She was also well aware that he was trying to "get into her pants", as the people of Earth put it. She'd had her fair share of admirers on Alderaan and even within the Rebel Alliance, but she'd given none of them the time of day - save one Han Solo, and that had taken a small eternity. (And Luke before him, but that was another story altogether, and one best forgotten.)]

[When Felix had offered to take her out for coffee, Leia wondered if she should've said no, not wanting to give him the wrong idea - but she had to admit that he was good company, and that a cup of coffee or two were more than welcome in Hell. Thus, she'd said yes to his invitation, which was why she was currently seated at Has Beans, waiting for the mercenary to arrive.]

[Look, it wasn’t a surprise that Tucker liked the holidays: it was an excuse for a) presents, b) mistletoe makeouts, and c) sex in front of a fire place. This shit? This shit was made for him.

And even better yet, his kid was coming to Chorus. Junior would be here in a matter of minutes after how long of being apart? War was over and now….well, Wash naked (aside from a big read bow) on his bed would be a great present, but this actually trumped it. And sure, Tucker and the Freelancer could have gone there to visit, but there were a lot of people here who wouldn’t mind seeing him again, so it seemed more fitting. Family for the holidays, that’s how it should be. New friends with the lieutenants and Kimball and Grey.

Fuck, maybe not Grey. She would be eager to inspect the alien child of a human male. Nix that.

Tucker tugged on his second combat boot, barely tying it, and he stood there in a simple pair of fatigues while waiting for Wash. They were meeting for the first time, and while the Freelancer had seen the pictures, had heard the stories, meeting him was something altogether. Especially considering the alien aspect. Would he be able to get over it? See past that?

Because they were screwed if he couldn’t.]

So, you actually ready for this?

[He probably wasn’t, but it didn’t hurt to ask. Meeting your…whatevertheywere’s kid for the first time? Big pressure. But Tucker was too busy smiling to feel it. They had this, Wash just needed to keep calm. Easy, right?

…ha.]

[ The holidays didn't mean much out here. Just another day in the endless stretch of days that followed the campaign against the Covenant. Someone might remember, might pitch in for some nice booze for the guys to sneak a swig of before setting out the next day, but by and large little had changed.

They were still here, entrenched and watching for enemy movement, and it wasn't even seasonably cold. You'd be forgiven for thinking it was any other time, this far from the Earth, or anything that might have called to some sense of nostalgia or familiarity. None of which Sam had ever really believed in.

He just sat on guard, staring into the distance, silent. Nothing yet. Perhaps this shift would pass uneventfully. Wouldn't that be something? ]

It's been a day since the coup on the Tartarus, since those mercs had told them to grip the bars if they wanted to take up this lucrative job offer. Well, Wash wasn't stupid. He didn't trust anyone enough to think that they really had their best interests at heart.

He'd gripped the bars and he'd survived.

And now he's apparently part of some army, but they've done a shit job at explaining what they want and he isn't about to start trusting them now. What he does know, is that the Counsellor is on board, and if nothing else, Wash can hold a grudge and now is the perfect time to clear that. So if he's nosing around, trying to find out where they've taken him... well, no-one's actually told him not to.

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Wash, Tucker, and Junior

Christmas on the Battlefield

I am so sorry this is the most late D: