Well, This is Awkward...
Location: Prometheus: Lower Deck: Single Top (7)
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Fitz gulped, having slightly hoped that he was going insane and Jackie
wasn't looking for him in the hallway. He gripped onto the bed frame even tighter, more and more positive that he really could spend eternity underneath Daphne's bed. Sure, he wouldn't survive very long but he would be able to spend the rest of his (short) life there. There weren't even any cobwebs or dust bunnies that he had to compete with as well. It was really quite lovely, actually.
"N-n-n-no i-if th-th-there's a medical em-em-emergency, w-w-w-we sh-shouldn't g-g-get in the w-w-way..." Daphne let out a sigh, before she got down on the floor, and crawled underneath the bed after him.
"There...Now we are both under the bed since you seem so intent on pretending you don't exist or something," Daphne said, giving him a smile. There was something about Fitz that Daphne really liked, and she wasn't even too sure what it was. Before she even fully realized what she was doing, she kissed him.
Jackie had waited outside, hearing the scuffle and whispering going on in the room. It the lot thought they were being quiet, they had to realize just how easy it was for others in the ship to hear them if they decided to fuck. And it was up to Jackie to set them straight. She gave them ample amount of time, in her opinion, to leap from bed and get dressed. After all, they were told of an emergency.
"All righty lovebirds, it's time to face the day." Without much more warning, Jackie entered the living quarters.
And there she saw it. It hadn't been the vision of purity and innocence she had imagined Fitz's sexual experience was, instead, the two of them were in what she assumed was the most uncomfortable position one could be in, underneath the bed. What's more, they were kissing. Far be it from her to knock anyone else's sexual kinks, but still.
"Umm....if I may be so bold. Perhaps next time you both wish to partake in such activities, you do so on top of the bed. I usually find it easier, but I've seen weirder scenarios." Fitz's lips were tingling after Daphne kissed him and she literally took his breath away. He couldn't breathe. He just stared at her, his eyes wide. He hadn't kissed a girl before. And he certainly hadn't been anticipating adding that to his list of new experiences on his trip. His head was inching forwardly subtly before he jerked to a stop, hearing Jackie come into the room. And then in some sort of new height of anxiety and fear, he burst into tears and laughter at the same time. His entire body was shaking and he couldn't even form words, instead mumbling some incoherent gibberish.
When she heard Jackie's voice, she froze for a moment. Hearing her voice, just made her day get a whole lot worse. She would have been fine had Dorothy walked in, but no, it had been Jackie of all people, the most annoying person in the whole world. Daphne let out a sigh, before she crawled out from underneath the bed, standing up and staring right at Jackie.
"You do realize that usually what happens is that you either knock on the door, or never ever walk into the room." Jackie had been looking forward to this. She knew the Ditz didn't like her and now she seemed to think of standing up to her. Now, of all times.
"Usually people are supposed to be less wound up after sex. Or did you two just kiss under the bed?" Jackie tilted her head sideways, mainly to check on Fitz who seemed to be having an episode.
"And it's not like you guys were being subtle or quiet about it either. I'd be surprised if half the ship hasn't already figured it out. Now, are we going to stand here taking pot shots at one another, one where I would obviously win, or are we going to help your boyfriend out? He seems to be having a stroke or something." Fitz managed to take shuddering breaths, his face the most intense shade of red anyone had ever seen. He was still hiding under the bed, his knuckles white as he gripped the frame for dear life. He tried to protest to Jackie that he hadn't been having sex with Daphne, that he had just spent the night in her room and gotten spooked and decided to live out the rest of his days underneath her bed frame. But he also couldn't deny that he was a bit tensed up just from Daphne kissing him. His lips kept on tingling and if he had been alone, he would have touched his fingers to them to see if they somehow had some sort of electric charge now.
"W-w-w-we....d-d-d-d-didn't....d-d-d-d-do the sex..." "Well, at least we know he's not broken since he's still able to talk," Daphne said, shaking her head slightly at the way Fitz's choice of words. Who talked like that anyway? At least he was still talking and hadn't died underneath her bed or something, since that would cause other problems for her. She glanced down at Fitz, before looking at Jackie,
"I did try to get him to come out from under the bed, since he flipped out when I was talking to Dorothy earlier and decided to hide there." Fitz's choice words and lack of sex aside, it was best they get him out of there. Jackie walked over and got on her knees and looked under the bed.
"Hey there, big guy? You doing ok? Why not come out from there?" She would allow him some room to breathe, uncertain if he was truly ok or not. Like the Ditz said, he was talking which was a good sign.
"Well, worse comes to worse, perhaps we can call the Captain in. I'm sure she'd love to launch someone out of the airlock, especially given recent events." She did so as more of an incentive to get Fitz out, rather than what she actually thought.
He began to feel incredibly woozy and dizzy at that, his eyes fluttering closed as his entire body began to rebel against him. He had already been having a panic attack, but Jackie's mention of Anisa throwing someone out of an airlock only made it worse. He was sweating profusely and his entire skin felt clammy. He didn't even know if he was holding onto the bed anymore and his breathing was, in a word, terrible. If this kept up for just a few minutes longer, he'd likely pass out fully.
"I'm pretty sure you just made it worse, come on... Help me yank him out from under the bed, he's going to need some medical help or something. Maybe some medicine for his nerves," Daphne said as she walked over to the bed and grabbed one of Fitz's legs, trying to yank him out. At this rate, she feared he might have a heart attack or actually die underneath her bed.
"I was supposed to make it better?" Jackie followed suit, grabbing Fitz's arm and pulled. She hoped he could pull out of this. Both doctors had their hands full at the moment. However, she had a feeling this was not her story to tell. Especially given the fact the Ditz was fired. She'd find out soon enough from her sister, no doubt.
Fitz was too weak to fight and he watched as his fingers slipped, letting go of the bed frame. He didn't want medical help, especially if there was some sort of medical emergency. As he saw the lights in Daphne's room come into view, everything looked incredibly blurred. He was in the midst of a full on panic attack and he felt incredibly sluggish, as if his body had decided to go on holiday and refuse to listen to him anymore.
"J-J-J-Jackie...I l-like Daphne...." Fitz muttered as his eyes closed.
Daphne let out a sigh of relief that Fitz seemed alright, but they still needed to get him some help. The guy was freaking out way too much, over what seemed like nothing. She managed not to blush when she heard what Fitz said to Jackie about her, as she just looked at him. He really needed to learn to calm down and not panic as much, otherwise, he might get tossed out an airlock by Anisa, and that was not something she wanted to see happen. She wasn't too sure what to do in order to calm Fitz down.
Jackie heard the words come out of the loveable idiot's mouth.
"No! Really?" she got out sarcastically before he closed his eyes.
"I dunno about you, but I don't look forward to lugging him to the medical bay. Perhaps we can call for one of the doctors to come here after they deal with Jesus Freak." Fitz's breathing seemed to speed up before he passed out, his head hitting the floor with a
thump. His breathing was calming down and so was his heart rate, but it seemed that was mostly because his brain had finally decided to shut down.
"Really? Atticus was the one having problems? I didn't know that... Didn't even think to go check to see who was having problems, figured I'd just get in the way if I asked questions or went to go check... So what exactly are we supposed to do with Fitz?" Daphne asked, looking at Jackie.
Jackie said too much, so she let it lie there.
"Let's at least get him back on to the bed so he can be comfortable. After, we can go see how the doctors are dealing. At least get him some fluids or medecine. Boy's been through a lot." She turned to face her now.
"He said he liked you. I'll give him that. However, what I said at the bar was true. If you fuck with him or hurt him, I will come after you. The Captain won't be able to stop me. Now, let's help our boy." She began to help lift Fitz on to the bed.
"Alright, I get it..." Daphne muttered, before she went over to help lift Fitz onto the bed. She probably should find out from her sister what was going on with Atticus before she asked for help figuring out what to do about Fitz. Seems like she and Jackie had one thing in common, and that was caring about Fitz, but Daphne was pretty sure that might be the only thing they have in common.
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