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landing party ( for thecanarylives )

[ He comes to with his head pounding, his vision blurred, and a persistent ringing in his ears. It takes him a while-- a good while, maybe seconds or maybe minutes, to even regain his vision properly, and to take in his surroundings. He's in a shuttle, which is completely wrecked, panels broken and burnt, wires hanging from everywhere, sparks going off and small fires here or there. They're also tilted forward slightly, so he can feel his weight pushing against the belts keeping him strapped to his chair. He looks beyond the window and he sees a lush forest just outside, trees and blue skies as far as the eye can see. It'd be pretty if not for the fact that they've clearly crashed on the planet they were supposed to land on.

Shit. Holy shit, they crashed. How the fuck did they crash? Leonard just wanted to gather some samples from the surface, it didn't even warrant a landing party bigger than two people, how the fuck did they end up like this?

That thought gets his brain into gear. Because he's not alone. He looks over to find Sara passed out, though at least thankfully still strapped to her seat. He lets out a shuddered breath, trying not to panic as he struggles to undo his own safety belt. ]

Sara!! Come on, you piece of shi-- [ His panicked grousing is cut off as his belt comes undone, and he just barely manages to brace himself against the controls rather than slam right into them. Head still spinning, he nevertheless forces himself to stumble towards her, looking her over briefly for possible injuries before he cups her face, trying to wake her up. ] Sara. Hey, can you hear me? Come on, open your eyes...

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[ He pauses at her question, then nods slowly, eyebrows arched. ]

Well, I don't remember sayin' I've changed my mind.

[ She stares at him a moment, the corner of her lip tugging upward just a bit, despite herself. ]

You do know that's insane, right?

Yes, well, [ He starts, his own lips quirking up a little too, an eyebrow arched. ] Maybe Jim has been rubbing off on me more than I realized.

[ She chuckles softly at that, glancing down at her hands again. ]

Maybe you should take a few days. I kind of just unloaded a lot on you.

[ She bites her lip after a moment. ]

I'm not trying to make decisions for you. I... If you still want me, then I do want to try. I just don't want you choosing me because you think I'm someone I'm not. Or regretting it after the fact...

[ He smiles faintly, nodding at her suggestion. She's not wrong, that was a lot of information, so a few days to let things settle, both from her reveal and the mission that's just finally been wrapped up, will only help in clearing both their heads.

Not that he thinks he'll change his mind, and it definitely won't change how he feels about her, but it might make her feel surer that he means what he says. ]

Alright, then. Let's do that. I'm sure we can manage a few days not chasing each other around the ship, right?

[ She's already pretty much convinced herself that in a few days, he'll realize just what he's getting into. He just needs time to let it all sink in.

Still, it's strangely freeing, getting it out in the open. Until now, Jim's been the only one on board who knows about her history.

She puts on another small smile, nodding. ]

Do me a favor? Try to stay in one piece until then.

[ She needs that time more than he does, he thinks. Still, he hardly minds postponing the rest of their conversation. Better than it ending badly now. ]

I don't think I'll have any problems promising you that.

[ He's not exactly a reckless idiot like their Captain, so surely in a few days he'll still be alive, well, and yes, in one piece. ]

Well, if that's everything... I think we both probably need some decent rest now.

Don't jinx it, Doc.

[ She quirks a small smile, this one at least a little more genuine. Nodding at his words, she straightens a little, hesitating and looking up at him again. ]

Hey... [ She reaches out, fingertips grazing against his wrist. ] I'm glad you're okay.

[ He had been thinking of maybe reaching out and touching her, but it seemed... well, not fitting to this moment. However, when she reaches out first, he takes that chance and rests his hand over hers, squeezing lightly and briefly as he answers— ]

I'm glad we're both okay.

[ Then he lets go, smiling back to her as he gets to his feet. ]

I should, uh... let you go on your way. I'll talk to you in a few days?

[ He's not sure yet if he should be the one getting in touch or if he should wait to get a message or a call from her, but he'll figure that out later. ]

[ She lets that touch linger a moment, soaking in the warmth of it, fingertips dragging along his palm even as he pulls away. Nodding and getting to her feet, she sucks in a breath. ]

Yeah. I'll see you then.

[ She gives him another small smile before she picks up her gym bag and heads out.

The way she sees it, the ball's in his court. If he really decides he wants to see her again, he knows where to find her. If not... well, then a few days can easily turn into a hell of a lot longer. ]

[ 'A few days' happens to not be very specific, but Leonard does want to give it some time. They've talked, a lot was said, and he does want her to know that he's giving it some serious thought, letting everything she told him settle firmly in his head.

But after a week, he's very sure that his mind's in the same place, as is his heart. He thinks about texting or calling, but it all feels a little too impersonal. So instead he heads out to meet her where he knows he'll find her.

It's later in the day, after she's wrapped up all her training sessions, and he's surer that he'll find her alone at the gym. He steps inside with a bag of his own and some training gear, slowing down once she looks up and spots him. ]

Time for one last sparring session?

[ Also yes, he's clearly here to talk. ]

[ After the first three days, she'd gone ahead and convinced herself that that was that. It was what she'd been expecting anyway. She'd given him an easy exit, and he'd taken it. They could both move on. Be professional, courteous when their paths crossed. Back to status quo.

She's been spending a lot more time in the gym lately, trying to get her mind off things. Beating the hell out whatever poor punching bag or training dummy was nearby.

Tonight it's the salmon ladder. Up and down, up and down until she's lost track of the time, and the only thing snapping her out of her daze is the hiss of the gym doors opening.

Dropping to the ground, she blinks at him a moment, looking very much like a deer in headlights for a split second before she walks over to grab a towel and wipe the sweat from her face. ]

Hey. You uh... sure you're up for it?

[ He looks back to her, feeling a tinge of awkwardness before bucking up and remembering why he's here in the first place. In that context, her question seems to have a double meaning, but he doesn't ask. Whether or not it does, the answer is the same. ]

Yeah. Why else would I be here?

[ He sets his bag down and toes off his sneakers. She'll easily wipe the floor with him but that hardly matters. Sparring's not actually the reason why he's here anyway. ]

[ She watches curiously as he gets on the mat, toweling the sweat off the back of her neck. ]

I'm not gonna fight you, Doc. [ She quirks a small smile, crossing her arms over her chest. ] I think you've taken enough beatings lately, don't you?

Who, me? Fit as a fiddle. Well— not you fit, but you know what I mean.

[ Besides, it's hardly a fight. The last time she went very easy on him, so he knows she won't hurt him.

But this does leave him at a position where he just has to say what he really came here for. He bucks up, letting out a sigh before changing the subject entirely. ]

Fine, then. Have dinner with me.

[ She's suddenly very aware of her current state, sports bra and joggers drenched in sweat, hair sticking to her cheeks, face flushed.

Hesitating a moment, her voice softens as she takes a moment to let his words sink in. ]

You're sure?

Wouldn't be here askin' you if I wasn't, so. Yes.

[ At some point she will have to stop asking him whether he's sure. He may be a lot of things, but he doesn't think he comes across as indecisive all that often. ]

I mean, it doesn't, uh... have to be today or anything. Or it can be later today, so you have time to shower and all that.

[ He wouldn't mind necessarily, but sitting in her own sweat for a meal probably wouldn't be too comfortable. ]

[ Obviously, she's still working through a few things. Including the fact that she'd more or less resigned herself to being on her own again.

She hesitates, glancing at the time. ] No, I... I can do tonight. Gimme an hour? Where should I meet you? [ After the scene she'd made in sick bay, she's not entirely sure having their first date somewhere public is the best idea. ]

[ His shoulders fall as tension slips from him with a breath. Oh, good. She's saying yes. He wasn't even aware he was worried that she might say no until just then. ]

My quarters. I think that's the best option.

[ Besides it has a sitting area with a small dining table, so it's roomier while being completely private. Mess hall would just have too many people, wouldn't work for him. ]

See you in an hour, then?

[ There's something sweet in the relief that eases into his shoulders when she agrees, and a smile sneaks its way onto her lips at his response. ]

See you in an hour.

[ It's not until she's alone that the panic actually settles into the pit of her stomach. Shit. She's in over her head here. Training with an army of killers? Sure. Taking on a battalion of Klingons head on? Why not.

But when was the last time she'd been on a date, for god sakes?

She books it to the showers, scrubbing herself down before throwing on a pair of sweats and a shirt and heading to her room. It takes her a while to dig up any clothing she owns that's not Starfleet issue or sporty casual, but eventually she throws on a simple black dress with a pair of boots, shrugging on her leather jacket and putting on a little eyeliner and lipstick.

She's buzzing his door at the top of the hour, a bottle of wine tucked into the pocket of her jacket. ]

[ It hasn't been as long to Leonard, but still he's a little rusty. Not enough to worry him, however. He dims the lights just a hint, puts on some slow music quietly in the background, then places two artificial candles on the table. For his outfit, he chooses a pair of dark blue slacks with a white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up, and some plain shoes. He also fixes his hair up a little, maybe tries a bit of cologne just because, hoping that's not too over the top.

At the ring, he goes to open the door rather than doing it by verbal command, eyebrows raising at first before he's smiling at her. ]

You look nice. [ Well, she always looks nice. But still. ] Come on in.

[ There's a chance her heart is pounding hard in her chest as she waits for him to answer, silently praying none of the crew happens to walk by and see her looking like this outside his door.

But when he does answer, she's momentarily distracted from all the tension by the sight of him out of uniform, a smile tugging at her lips. ]

Back atcha. [ She follows him inside, glancing around the dimly lit room, at the flicker of candlelight. ] Wow. Not bad.

[ The way she answers surprises him none, and he smiles back with a bit of an amused chuckle, closing the door behind them. He has half a mind to say he's rusty but he has had some practice, but instead he opts for a simple, ]

Thank you. I'm glad you like it.

[ Quite frankly, he wasn't sure if Sara would be the type of woman to enjoy this kind of cliché romantic date, but then it's not like options are abound on a starship. Especially when privacy is such a big factor on their first date. ]

Sit down, make yourself comfortable. I'm afraid it's just replicator food since I couldn't cook anything, [ for safety and security reasons she's likely all too aware of. ] but we don't have to rush to dig in. Maybe I can get you something to drink?

[ She gravitates towards the table, fingertips skimming along the edge of it, watching the artificial flames dance lightly in their holders. She's not sure what she'd been expecting - hadn't had much time to think about it, really - but it's... nice. The effort he's put in.

She turns back to face him, shrugging at the mention of food. ] What, you didn't roast me a wild animal caught with your bare hands?

[ Belatedly, she remembers the bottle of wine weighing down her jacket, tugging it out and offering it to him before claiming one of the seats at the table. ] I won this off Uhura in a poker game. She was pissed, so it's probably pretty good.

[ Maybe he worried for like a fraction of a second that this all might be a bit too much for her, but then he figured— well, if he's doing this, then he sure as hell is putting in some effort. Nothing overboard, just a few touches here and there. He does want it to be special. ]

I know, it's like I know nothing about romance.

[ He shoots an eyebrow up, crooked little smile as he takes the wine from her. ] Wow. Yeah, it is good. Let's just hope she doesn't try to challenge you for a rematch to get it back.

[ And he's opening the bottle. Whoops, too late now. ]

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