Symbiotic ship

Current objective: R&R

Sarah awoke to the sound of an alarm clock. She looked around, checking the room. She had secured an out of the way room and slipped a small air mattress inside. She sat up and heard a tearing sound. She looked down to see she was covered in what looked like webs.

"EEK!" She screamed, jumping up and tearing the threads off of her.

"Sarah, calm down." This came from Tyrone.

"CALM DOWN? YOU'RE NOT THE ONE WHO WOKE UP COCOONED!"

"That was me." Sarah and Tyrone went silent.

"Oh..." Sarah quickly got up and walked to a nearby shower room. Selecting what she was going to wear, and depositing her nightclothes in the laundry chute she quickly stepped into the shower. "So... care to explain why I woke up in the spider queen's lair?"

That wasn't spider silk, that was actually quite similar to collagen. You'll understand why soon.

"Sure." Sarah yawned. She had the distinct impression that the voice grinned. "Why are you so excited?" No response. "Fine."

A few minutes later Sarah finished. She wrapped herself in a towel and walked to pick up her clothes from the machine.

"Hey, Sarah."

Sarah jumped, and promptly slipped on the wet floor. She turned her head to look at the speaker. "Janet! You s-surprised me."

Janet's green eyes sparkled. "Sorry," She said with a smile.

Sarah quickly ducked into one of the changing rooms to dress. "So, how did Yesterday go for you?"

"The quarantine was horrible. Two hours stuck in that hot room with the security team. I swear, two of those guys were looking at me like I was a chunk of beef just because I unzipped my jumpsuit a bit." Sarah heard the water run. "And when Tyrone rescued us he wouldn't even let me give him a kiss."

Sarah zipped up her outfit, slipped on her boots, and stepped out of the changing room. "That might be why."

Janet poked her head out of the shower, an act Sarah felt an outside force approved of. "What do you mean?" She glanced down at how the curtain hung and pulled her head back in.

"You're dating Andrew, right? So why would you kiss Tyrone?"

Janet chuckled. "Oh the innocence of youth, I'm dating Edward too. Once you get older, you'll understand."

Sarah rolled her eyes as she left the room. "I sure hope not."

...

"No."

"Sarah, how are you?" Tyrone asked as Sarah walked into the kitchen. While the ship had many kitchens, only two were working, and one was commandeered by Carlos. Tyrone wore an engineer's uniform, only now he wore a white apron with KISS THE COOK emblazoned on it. Before him, a giant skillet was filled with what looked like scrambled eggs. Sarah eyed the bits of bacon liberally sprinkled within. "Breakfast will be ready soon."

"I'm hungry, I'm not that hungry." Sarah said. Her stomach growled as if to disagree.

"It's for the four of us." "You know who I mean."

Sarah nodded. Tyrone, Emma, Cleo, and herself. "You think Chuck will be joining us, he is Cleo's husband."

Tyrone paused, thinking. "I hope not; unless Cleo has infected him as well." He poured the contents of the skillet onto a large platter and broke some more eggs. Sarah helped add the bacon and more cheese. "Have you noticed anything, odd, since infection?"