of S:AAB belong to Hard Eight, yadda, yadda, and do not belong to me. All
I own is a car, and the computer. The computer hates me, and actually, the
bank owns the car, they just let me drive it so that I can work and pay
Summary-Xmas Vignette. Pure fluff.
Rating/Pairing-PG ish. McQueen/Vansen-ish
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Captain Shane Vansen of the 58th Wildcards was laughing quietly at something that her squadron mate and friend Lt. Vanessa Damphousse had said.
Lt. Paul Wang was standing a few feet away with one hand on the shoulder of each of the other two 'Cards; Lt. Nathan West and Lt. Cooper Hawkes. He was saying something that just they could hear. Something wildly inappropriate judging by his naughty expression.
They'd all had a bit more to drink than they probably should have; but, with no missions for at least the next 48 hours, they took the rare opportunity to truly relax.
The room quieted abruptly, then a snicker broke the stillness. Vansen looked at the door to see what had caused the peculiar reaction. Their squadron Commander Lt. Colonel TC McQueen stood in the hatchway. As all eyes focused on him, he stopped where he was and glowered back at the room at large
Vansen heard a woman near her whisper. "I'd go, if I didn't think he'd go off on me."
The woman with her replied, "Yeah, you know he doesn't understand human customs."
"I'd forgotten that he was a, well, you know."
"Tank? It's easy to forget when they look like that."
"No sir," she answered as her eyes moved to something above his head. His eyes followed hers and that's when he saw the mistletoe.
"Ah, I begin to…"
"Merry Christmas, Colonel."
"Merry Christmas, Vanessa." She smiled at him as
she moved to make way for someone else.
"Merry Christmas, Nathan."
"Merry Christmas, Paul."
"Merry Christmas, Shane. And thank you."
"No, sir. Thank you. We were having a drink.
Would you like to join us?"
"I would like that, Captain."