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U.S.S. Trainwreck

U.S.S. Orchid
Dale Barbara Captain	Richard Alpert First Officer	Riff Raffit Chief Medical Officer
Jack Harkness Chief Engineer	Bucky Barnes Chief of Security	Jet Link Helmsmen
Johnny Rayflo Comms Officer	Locke Cole Navigator	Baron Science Officer
Toboe Ship-Kid	Sirius Black Bartender	Amelia Novak Ship Counselor

These are the adventures of the U.S.S. Orchid, their ongoing mission: to not fuck up space too bad wherever they go.

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At first, it had been amusing, even a little flattering to have such an attractive man take an interest in him--And he was attractive, that was undeniable--but now it was becoming a hindrance.

Bucky would be making his rounds, doing his job as Chief of Security, when there would come a call from engineering. Initially, he believed that the chief engineer needed his attention; the first three or so times, he'd gone down there expecting to need to break up some fight between a group of ensigns or need to check the safety of one thing or another. Instead, he'd found himself face-to-face with the disarmingly charming grin of Chief Jack Harkness: the menace of the universe.

This morning was no different. He stepped into engineering and stood on the short metal balcony that afforded him a full view of the area. There, standing at one of the consoles was the tall brunette in question. "Alright, Harkness, what is it? You wouldn't tell me over the comm, so either it's a serious security breach or you're wasting my time."

If Jack Harkness was anything, it was stubborn, quickly followed by intelligent and flirtatious. It wasn't uncommon for him to have a word or a look for someone around him, to the point where he'd gotten quite the reputation for himself. There'd been one-night-stands and week-long hook-ups, but nothing had lasted more than two weeks and that was his choice.

It had been three years since he stepped down from being a captain and decided on being an engineer instead and he'd been content to float along unattached for rest of the foreseeable future. He was done with the commitment thing for a while.

Then, six months ago, he'd accepted his current position aboard The Orchid and he'd met her Chief of Security. Of course, James Barnes' attractiveness was obvious and that was the cause of his initial glance, it had been his personality that had kept Jack's gaze. It didn't help that this man knew how to play a mean game of hard-to-get, Jack flirted and advanced and he got the brush off over and over, but he didn't stop trying, not as long as he wasn't making Bucky uncomfortable.

So he tried again, calling the younger man down with no real answer as to why and checked on the ship's systems as he waited. It seemed a hundred years before that deep and rich voice rang out above him, causing a smile to come to his face, although he didn't look away immediately; he was still on the clock, after all.

"I hardly consider it a waste of time."

He was hardly surprised by that response, but he expected more than that, so he waited. And it was silent. Jack continued to inspect the display as his fingers danced across the board. More silence.

Bucky very nearly turned around and left without anymore ceremony, but he sighed instead and leaned on his arms against the railing. "I'm a busy man, Harkness, you're lucky I don't say something to the Captain about how you like to take advantage of my attention." He probably could have worded that better.

"You wouldn't." It was stated as a fact because Jack knew it was, but he still gave a huge grin like he was mocking Bucky for it.

"Besides, Mr. Barnes, I know you're not actually busy, because you're off duty as of..." He glanced at the old-fasioned wrist watch he liked so much. "--now."

Damn this man. Damn him because he wasn't wrong: Bucky wouldn't say anything because Harkness was harmless for all intents and purposes and if the situation suddenly called for it, he knew the guy would be at his post and a hundred percent business in a heartbeat.

And damn him for being right about the time, too, Bucky hadn't even noticed. He shook his head in exasperation, though a small smile snuck it's way to his face.

"That doesn't mean I'm not busy, Jack. In fact, I've got somewhere to be in twenty minutes and I have to submit my report, so you've got five."

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Jack's smile--as impossible as it seemed--grew and he mirrored Bucky's exasperated movement, though his was born from amusement. "You're an impossible man, Bucky Barnes. How about this: you, me, Padfoot's and some drinks?"

It was a date proposition: plain and simple and while it could be seen as a simple outing between friends--Black's oddly-named little place was very popular on the ship--that wasn't Jack's intention and he would bet Bucky knew it.

Bucky did know it, he knew it because while there was plenty about the engineer that was a mystery to everyone on board, his persuasions and affections were not. In fact, where most would hem and haw and agonize over approaching anyone they might be attracted to, Jack was the sort of man to make a ship-wide broadcast about it.

It was something else, that was for sure and it was very likely Jack could sweep him off his feet if he let him, but Bucky had already given his heart to someone else; it was difficult to hand over something you didn't have anymore.

His tone turned joking, but there was a hint of sincere apology mixed into it. "I'm sorry to have to break your heart like this, but I'm a taken man, Jack."

Jack actually felt a bit of surprise and he knew it showed on his face. It wasn't like he didn't think anyone else would be interested in Bucky, it was just that the other man never said a thing about it, never even gave a hint that there was someone in the picture.

"Really now? Well, you should know: I'm open to sharing."

It wasn't a response he was expecting and his initial reaction was to laugh. For all he knew, Jack was joking--it was hard to tell sometimes with that man--but a feeling told Bucky he was serious. And some part of him wasn't really surprised by that thought either.

"I can't really speak for him, but unfortunately, I'm not really the sharing type. Besides, your five minutes are up."

He started backing up towards the door.

Jack came closer to the balcony, as though attempting to follow. It was disappointing to hear that, but he had fun with the teasing and the flirting, so it wasn't likely to put him off from that.

But there was one thing that now had him burning with curiosity.

"Wait, won't you tell me who the lucky fellow is? I gotta know."

Incorrigible. That was probably the word he'd choose for Jack if asked. Charming, but incorrigible, if he had to choose two.

"Sorry, Harkness, that is classified information. See you."

Bucky gave a small salute and turned, the doors sliding shut with a light mechanical sound behind him. Jack would just have to deal with not knowing, for now, he needed to head back to his quarters if he wanted to be ready for his 'date.'

Course still set, everything relatively quiet and Neither Barbara nor Alpert were on the bridge at the moment, which meant Locke Cole had the con. for now, at least until the currently absent helmsman decided to grace them with his presence.

For now, Locke was content to kick back in his chair and rest his crossed feet on the edge of his station. It wasn't like there were any controls on that particular part of the thing.

Five minutes later, the door to the elevator whirred and the sound of long strides across the bridge was quickly followed by the appearance of the tall blond who relieved a somewhat irritated crewmember who had been manning the console.

"You're late."

"Shut up."

Jet sat at his station and made quick work of making sure everything was running smoothly before addressing the other man any further.

"I overslept; didn't get as much sleep as I should have." But oh well, he was here now, besides, what he'd been working on was a hundred percent worth it. A certain anniversary was coming up and while it was upsetting to know he'd be innumerable miles away from his partner on the actual date, that didn't mean he couldn't do something special for it anyway.

He ran a hand through slicked back hair and sighed, the adrenaline from realizing he'd overslept finally slipping away. He glanced over at Locke and shook his head with a small scoff.

"The captain's not likely to be too happy about your boots on his ship."

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