Felix isn't a fighter, she's more of a fixer. Fixing things is what she does best. You hand her something broken, give her a few hours and a cup of tea, it'll be good as new.
So what happens when she's sucked into a wormhole, mid-flight? How does she get out of the situation? How does she fix it? It's simple really.
She doesn't.
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The room started shaking violently. Felix's head whips around to the monitor, eyes wildly scanning the screen. "What's happening, Bub?" She whispers.
Eyes widening, she rushes about, pushing buttons and pulling random levers. The shaking continues, making Felix stumble. Laughter escapes her mouth, a wide smile spread across her face.
"This is crazy!" She shakes her head, "I wonder where we're going, Bub. Hopefully, somewhere that makes a decent cup of tea." Sighing in disappointment, she murmurs, "Remember when we landed on Vesculina?"
The console lights up and a hum could be heard. Felix cringes in response as flashes of that day ran through her head, "You're right, it's best left forgotten." A pause. "What were we doing again?"
A deafening crash, flashing red lights and a groan of pain. "Oh yeah," Felix groans and lifts her head up slightly, "We were falling to our deaths."
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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