Note: This story came out of a rather wonky prompt I'd put up in my own LJ, where I wanted others to do a take on Sister Johanna. The exact prompt was, "During an evening out and about in Rome, Sister Johanna has too much to drink and ends up making a pass at one of the AX priests." (For those of you who don't know me, I am an outrageous flirt when I'm drinking, and my sense of humour gets a bit more lewd than usual.)
And true to form, I always answer my own prompts. This was the result, based on popular suggestion of who Johanna would hit on.
An Unusual Interest
"Father William Wordsworth."
The priest turned around at the sound of Father Tres' voice. "Ah, Father Tres. What can I do for you?"
"I require clarification about an encounter with Sister Johanna Sinclair four minutes and twenty-three seconds ago."
The Professor managed to hide a smile. If anyone could fluster the normally unflappable cyborg, it would certainly be the AX's newest recruit.
"I'll... do what I can."
"Sister Johanna Sinclair expressed curiosity about my physical construct and physical ability. When I answered her, she asked if I would join her 'somewhere quiet' to analyze me."
Father Wordsworth had just taken a sip of his tea when Father Tres finished speaking, and he promptly choked on it.
"When I informed her that etiquette dictated we remain at this function until its conclusion, she made a strange remark and left."
"W-what did she say?" the Professor asked when he got his breath back.
"She said... 'Poo-head.'" Father Tres frowned. "Linguistic and voice analysis indicates that this comment was meant in a deprecating and deragatory fashion."
"Oh, no, no, no," Father William said hastily. "It's not something you should take personally. It's just that... well... um... Do you happen to know if Sister Johanna had been... drinking, by any chance?"
"Positive. Sister Johanna Sinclair consumed four glasses of wine."
Father Wordsworth sighed. "That would explain a lot."
"Why would Sister Johanna Sinclair express an interest in my physical construction and ability?" the cyborg asked. "She is neither a geneticist nor an engineer."
Father Wordsworth sighed and rubbed the back of his head.
"Well, um... you see, Father Tres, I think she was expressing a different sort of interest in you."
The cyborg continued to stare blankly at him, and the priest gave up. "To be perfectly honest, Father Tres, she was propositioning you."
"Proposition - a proposal or offer. But for what was she propositioning me?"
Father Wordsworth glanced from side to side to make sure no one was within earshot, then leaned closer and said, "She was expressing a sexual interest in you."
Father Tres, however, completely missed the implication of the other priest trying to keep his voice down, and asked at his normal volume, "You are saying that Sister Johanna Sinclair was inviting me to join her in-"
Abruptly, the Professor clapped his hand over Father Tres' mouth. "Yes. And before you ask why I'm covering your mouth, it's because I don't want you to embarrass any of us."
When he took his hand away, Father Tres frowned. "Then why did she not simply ask?"
The Professor rolled his eyes. "You'll have to ask her that."
"I will. Thank you for your clarification."
And before William could stop him, Father Tres disappeared back into the crowd in search of Sister Johanna.
"She's going to kill me," was all the Professor could say.