𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 | charlize theron

meredith; uninterested

I sat at my keyboard, still typing away at the day's mission report, when Meredith Vickers walked in. Now, I know Captain Janeck really well - sure, he's a nice guy. Can be the gentleman when he wants, funny, and a good sense of morale. I also know he's more than likely going to flirt with the blonde in the next five minutes.

I raise my eyes to meet hers and smile lovingly. She's so pretty. She catches my gaze and smiles back. I look back to my work and continue to watch the words formulate on the now too bright screen - eager for a break. Everything goes blurry, so I sit back in the chair and give myself a second. Once my eyes readjust, I continue.

Although the silence is quite comfortable between the three of us, Meredith decides to speak up, aiming a question at the slouched figure in the corner, who is clearly checking her out with no shame at all.

"How much longer is this gonna take?" She asks. I chuckle at her impatience, and Janeck raises his eyebrow at me before turning to her.

"I don't know, I'm just the Captain." Typical man reply. Couldn't be anymore vague could you, Janeck? I started to finish the last paragraph on my screen - the clacking of keys filling the gaps of their conversation.

Janeck's instrument makes a loud screech. I roll my eyes. "That thing sounds like a dying cat, by the way." I smile yet again at her frustration. It's actually quite amusing today. She's usually not as irritated.

"I'll have you know that this...thing..once belonged to Steven Stills." He muses, a smirk playing on his lips. I roll my eyes. He really thinks he stands a chance with Vickers. How humorous. Anyone could see she's uninterested - distant stare, awkward posture, and she's not even half listening to the conversation. Actually, she keeps staring at me, and I can feel her eyes on my face. I tear my eyes back to my screen.

The pretty blonde speaks up again. "Am I supposed to know who that is?" I try to contain my laugh, Janeck doesn't. He...giggles(?) at her sarcastic remark. Lovely.

"Yknow.." he starts. Oh boy. Here we go. In three...two..one- "If you're tryna get laid, you really don't have to pretend to be interested in the pyramid scan. I mean, you could just say,'Hey! Tryna get laid!'"

I shake my head and laugh. I can feel his eyes on me, questioning my existence. He probably forgot I was in here actually - to be engrossed with the blonde. I will admit she's quite mesmerising: a nice figure in a tight navy blue suit, blonde hair with bangs, full pink lips, and blue eyes.

I actually thank the blue suit. It leaves much to the imagination, but I can still admire her figure.

She speaks up again, impatient with her tone. I speed up - nearing the end of my paragraph, eager to leave the room more than at the start of the conversation. The words fly across the page at an ungodly speed. Staring at this screen for so long is unhealthy, I know, but I didn't sign up to being the IT geek. It just happened, and then they made me fill out all the reports.

"I could." She starts, "I could say that, right? But then it wouldn't make sense why I would fly myself half a billion miles away from every man on earth. If I wanted to get laid, would it?"

He's very clearly intrigued by her answer, his head slightly to the side, a glimmer I know too well in his eye. She turns to leave, patience clearly leaving her body. I watch her figure. I finished my report and closed off the computer.

"Hey, uh, Vickers, hey Vickers!" He calls, "I was wondering.." he leans on the table with the pyramid scan Meredith was so interested in earlier. "Are you a robot?"

She smirks at this. "No, just uninterested."

My footfalls fill the small amount of time that no one says anything. I walk to her side and wrap my arm around her waist - placing a firm kiss on her lips. When I pull away, she smiles at me. That smile is going to be the death of me. This leaves him severely confused, eyebrow cocked at me. My arms stay firmly planted around her waist.

"Y/N, my room, ten minutes." She says, leaving my embrace. I frown at the loss of contact. Janeck has still said nothing at this point, and so I smile at him.

"Y/N Vickers, Janeck, did that not click at all?" I question, wishing my arms were still wrapped around Meredith's waist. He says nothing. "I'm her wife, dumbass." I leave him on his own, flabbergasted.

"Back off Janeck, she's mine." I mutter happily to myself as I make my way down the hall to her room. All mine.