Cold Falcon

A New Hand for a New Century stand-alone

Summary: Daria is cold. One-shot. HJ/DN

Disclaimer. Daria is mine, the others are not. I'll put them back when I'm done playing with them, I promise.

The great submarine ship Nautilus cruised the surface of the northern Atlantic Ocean, parting the waves neatly with its blade-like prow. It was a cold night in the high latitudes, and the chill of the water made itself felt through the ship's ceramic and metal armor.

Much to the displeasure of Daria Noclaf. Throughout the night, she'd woken up because she couldn't seem to get warm and stay warm. This was in spite of the fact that she'd piled every blanket she could find on to her bed, and wore a long-sleeved shirt, leggings, and two pairs of socks. The third time this happened, the Verris-born Tau'ka finally surrendered. Missing her home desert acutely, she slipped out of her bed and went to find somewhere warmer.


Blue-gray eyes snapped open in the darkness as Henry Jekyll awoke. He was aware of a vague sense of something being strange, but he wasn't quite certain what it was. Trying to shake off the nagging feeling of oddness, he rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.

His startled yelp at the sight illuminated by moonlight coming through the window indicated that that was unlikely to happen any time soon.

The dozing form next to him opened translucent green eyes as he turned up the bedside light and looked up at him curiously. "You're going to wake the entire ship that way," Daria pointed out sleepily.

"What are you doing here?" the tall physician demanded, reflexively pushing himself away.

She propped herself up on one elbow, the movement proving that she wore a long-sleeved shirt of some light-colored material. "I was cold," she said simply, looking a little hurt at his reaction.

"You were-?" Jekyll replied blankly. Her frank statement had taken him rather by surprise, driving both his first thought and Hyde's rather inappropriate suggestion completely out of his head.

"Cold," Daria repeated. "That's it."

"Daria, that's not…" he stammered, going red and knowing that Daria's excellent night vision would be able to pick out the flush. "I… well, you see…"

Aw, he thought you had something else in mind, Hyde said impishly.

"No," Daria said. The corner of her mouth twitched in a small grin. "Not tonight, anyway." She flopped back down, pulling the covers up to her chin and closed her eyes. "Don't worry- I'll be gone long before morning."

"Really, this isn't proper-"

One eye cracked open. "To Sokarr with proper," she said dryly. "I'm finally getting warm. Relax already, would you? Your virtue is safe with me."

Jekyll felt his face getting redder as his alter ego whooped with laughter. Of all the things he'd thought he'd have to deal with in the League, a pretty female appearing in his bed in the middle of the night was not one of them- even if he was quite interested in her.

The other eye opened. "Mai'tac, Henry," the Tau'ka said, "The last person I saw who was that jumpy was about to get shot. Please, just go back to sleep."

Reluctantly- part of him wanted to settle back down (and not just the sleepy part!), while his sensibilities told him to get out now- his sensibilities lost for the moment. It was somewhat against his better judgment that he turned out the light and lay back down, as far from Daria as was feasibly possible.

Under the cover of the darkness, Daria's gentle fingers captured his hand and drew it to her lips. She kissed it softly. "Good night, Henry. I do feel obliged to warn you that I am likely to steal the covers."