Hi all, I'm so sorry. I cannot help myself...I've started another story. Even though I swore I wouldn't before I finished one of my old ones. It seems I cannot help myself!! Hope you enjoy!! Please leave feedback, I love hearing from you!! It's cold and snowy as heck here-hope everyone is safe and warm!
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I slowly lift my head up from my arms looking side to side, where apparently, I fell asleep. At my desk. With all the lights on. And the TV on. Way too loud. And did I mention the lights, which are so damn bright that they are hurting my eyes. In fact, I think my foot is asleep and I feel cold, freezing in fact. My body aches as I gradually move, clutching my fingers in and out to get some feeling, ugh I drooled on my paperwork! Well, shit, I absently rub at the wet spot and blink repeatedly. What is actually going on?
I hate when I fall asleep while working at my table or desk. Oh well, who am I kidding, it's not the first time and sadly it won't be the last. Groggily I try to focus on the numbers on my clock, rubbing my eyes to see it's a little after 2 am. Who the heck could it be? Shit they are persistent, I'll give them that.
<KNOCK, KNOCK> Good news never arrives at 2 am. Suddenly, I'm wide awake, with my stomach in knots as I trip my way to the door while hurriedly scrubbing my face (I definitely don't want drool on it), finally stumbling to the door. I rush to unlock the door and yank it open it as I yawn and push my hair out of my face. Damn I really need a trim, its too damn long. Again.
I look up, and up to see...Krolia?!?! I lean around and look for Keith or Cosmo, nope.
"Hey, Krolia, um, hi? What can I do for you?" Yep, definitely not fully awake yet I open the door anyways and indicate she should enter. I look down, um... yeah...I'm in my brother's old Garrison t-shirt and some fluffy socks. And that's it. FUUUCCKKKK....I vaguely remember spilling coke on my pants, which is why when I look back I see my pants are on the floor by the chair so yeah, I am pant-less...and braless catching sight of my bra...also on the floor...well, why are those things so uncomfortable anyways?
Does anyone really wear them once they get home? I think not! Ugh. I indicate she should take a seat on the couch while I try to evaluate what's going on. Hopefully she doesn't notice my lack of attire. She looks serious but honestly I don't think I ever see her relaxed so ...I'm just going to take a leap and assume my attire doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things. She's a girl so no surprises anyway. And at least I woke up and answered the door, which isn't a given knowing my sleep patterns once I knock out. God, I get enough teasing!
"Pidge, you should not just open your door like that, you didn't even ask who it was! I could be a dangerous person!" Krolia states in her very calm and serious voice as she takes a seat. Sitting very straight up like she's in a meeting at a boardroom. Or a spaceship. What she doesn't look like is a person sitting in my messy front room in the middle of the night on my couch. Ah well.
As I lock the door, I slowly turn to walk over and reply, "Well, you ARE a very dangerous person but good news, so am I! So, not that I'm NOT happy to see you, but it is 2 am so I imagine this is not a social call. What's up? Where's Keith and Cosmo? Do you need my awesome tech skills?" Chuckling I add, "What, was Keith afraid to ask?"
Krolia fidgets and finally I get a good look at her eyes-shit she looks ... worried ... scared ... now I'm back to high alert. "I am sorry to interrupt your rest. But Keith has been captured by some ... hostiles on a planet we were giving aid to. The Blades want to wait and discuss what should be done. Negotiate. Talk ... make plans, wait, argue. I find, that, well, that I simply cannot comply. Not now. I cannot abide by the Blade rules, not with Keith being held. As a prisoner."
