fh_trips | Nine Hundred Ninety-Nine Feet Below Fandom, Saturday

So it was Saturday again. The end of Travis's second week down here. He was trying not to think about how long it had been.

The fire ladder was now ~~handwavily~~ positioned under Rey's progress on the roof of the hole, giving people easy access to the slowly growing divot if people wanted to work on it. (Was it a divot on the ceiling?)

There was a lovely mural started on one wall, and plenty of instruments if people wanted to start a band. There was a circle of cannons that could apparently be climbed on if you wanted to get shot across the room. (Why would you want that, Beaker? Why?) There was a very well organized stack of men's and women's fashion, only slightly out of date! There was a bowling alley. There were fire trucks. Warehouses and an ice cream store that was rapidly starting to smell. There was a campfire, which was proving to be a rather useful meditation spot, if you had Force powers! And there were even a few spaceships, which might or might not have useful things in them. And a blacksmith shop full of weapons, which people should probably not let Travis near while he was still annoyed at the pirates.

Was anyone else hearing a couple of birds singing?

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It still was a tragedy! Though, thankfully, one that Faye was creative and determined enough to rectify later on, once everyone was back on the surface and could avail themselves of, say, chocolate syrup and Kahlua.

(...though there was the whole Chilly Boulder situation. A thought to consider if they got real, real bored down here!)

Faye softened a little, dropping a bit of that flirtatious swagger she liked to hide behind. "I missed you too. I mean, once I was done being mad at you."

Probably for the best that he hadn't been around for most of that, actually!

There were options! But Chilly Boulder was probably smelling pretty gross by now with no way to dispose of all the leftover melted ice cream.

"I didn't do anything," Stark reminded her. "Did you really think I did?"

"I didn't know what to think!" Faye told him, throwing an arm up exasperatedly. "So, yeah, I did. I thought you'd left or something. And then the holes started being more of a thing, and more people kept disappearing, and -- you know, I mostly stopped being mad at you."

Which was a shame, because anger was so much easier than worry.

"Why would I leave?" That was a ridiculous idea!
"Where would I go? I like it here. Well. Not here."

He was not enjoying being in the hole.

"I wouldn't want to make you mad."

"I don't know -- all I knew is you stood me up and then didn't come home." Look, they were neighbors. It wasn't that weird that she'd noticed that. "Maybe you didn't leave. Maybe you just...didn't come home. Went somewhere else. With someone else."

Faye was now very purposely fiddling with something on one of her ship's arms, avoiding eye contact. "But you're smart to not want to make me mad."

Like, not a threat, just an observation.

"There isn't... I'm not... who would I be going somewhere with?" Stark asked, looking slightly bewildered.

"Upsetting you isn't something I want to do. Why would I?"

"I don't think most people care if they upset me," Faye replied with a shrug, actually looking up at that. "So. I didn't think you did, either. And I don't know who, like -- I didn't have ideas, I just...."

She blew out a breath. "All I have to go on are the things that have happened to me before," she said, carefully. And she only had about a three year bank of experience to work from. "And no one's ever left me waiting 'cause a hole swallowed them up before."

"I'm just me, not most people. And I care." So there, Faye.

"I didn't want to leave you waiting. At all. I promise."

"I know you didn't," Faye admitted. "I know you...wouldn't."

Whew, that was hard to admit. And honestly, if she hadn't been in a hole, Faye probably would have found an excuse to leave rather than admit that she knew that.

"I was worried about you, when we all started realizing it was the holes, actually," she finally said, instead. "So I'm glad you're okay, even if we're...trapped."

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He really wouldn't have. It was a relief to know that she knew that.

"Thank you," Stark said softly. "For worrying."

"I kind of wish I could not worry," Faye replied, giving him a small smile as she turned to reach back up into her ship. "Easier just worrying about myself."

And now she had to worry about some adorable, gentle, sweet alien with half a face, who was too good for her in the first place, and probably was going to get attacked and kidnapped by stuff all the time, and so she'd have no choice but to keep worrying.

This was why Faye was anti-feelings. Look at all that work her life had become, suddenly.

"I'll try and avoid holes in the future." And anything resembling a cave for a very long time. "So you won't have to."

Aside from the hole he hadn't been Banik-napped by anything or anyone in a very long time! Fandom was usually safe. Ish.

"Maybe just be careful in general." Part of her was rebelling at that request, because she shouldn't care if he was careful.

But, you know. She did.

"Though we're probably safe enough down here. Stay out of the way when I go to work on the ceiling with Rey later," she added, because now she had to think about things like that.

"I'm usually careful." Well. Here he was. He'd done some stupid things in space.

"Are you shooting the ceiling? I'll stay clear."

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