Home sweet Home

Posted on 28 Mar 2019 @ 6:55am by Lieutenant Junior Grade Eira Cortez & Lieutenant Harry Stevens & Lady Sif
Edited on on 30 Mar 2019 @ 2:08pm

Mission: Ka Hakaka Maikaʻi - The Good Fight
Location: Shared Quarters
Timeline: Current

After a long day Harry had returned with Sif as he walked into the shared Quarters that he shared with Lieutenant JG Eira Cortez, He said, "Hi honey, I'm home," as Sif took her place next to Cortez's bedroom door, he walked over to the replicator to get a drink, he knew that even though it probably sounded like he was being sarcastic to her and she would be pissed at him, it was intended to lighten her mood.

Eira had been laying on her bed and just staring up at the ceiling. She was tired but couldn't sleep, hungry but couldn't eat. She wouldn't admit it to Harry or anyone but Eira smiled a bit at his voice, "You know you're not doing yourself any favours by calling me honey, right?" Her voice was more sarcastic than anything.

"Why is that sweetheart," replied Harry as he ordered a coke for himself, he continued, "Want a drink hon?" as he knew from the interview that she was down in the dumps and needed cheering up. Although she was still under house arrest and he wondered if that was what was on her mind. But still he had to try and make her smile and also make her laugh, and he knew that whilst she was under house arrest he would have to make her feel at home.

"Please don't call me sweetheart." Came the flat response as she got up off her bed and walked out. Being called sweetheart had always been a pet peeve to her, "I'll go an iced tea please. I try to avoid most overly caffeinated drinks."

"I'm pretty sure it's just one of those moods, to be honest." Eira came and sat at the little table and accepted the drink. "You know how animals get when they were once wild but then caught and caged? And the attitude and personality they get as a result of it? I feel like that at the moment."

"Well, you did make a choice getting involved with that mutiny," replied Harry as he sat down opposite her, he continued "and it is better than being in the brig, am I right?" as he picked up the drink and took a sip.

She sighed and looked at him, "I guess it is, but I still stand by the fact I didn't have a choice with going against the Captain." The iced tea was actually pretty decent, better than others she had had before.

"What do you mean by that Eira?" asked Harry as he had read the file that Cassidy had given him, but he wanted to hear it from the horses mouth so to speak as he walked over to the sofa and sat down.

She could sense he already knew everything without actually saying it. Anyone would be stupid not to have realised it. "I know you already know. I'm not discussing absolutely everything with you but long story short: my brothers have gotten themselves into a fair amount of trouble, put my name and reputation into it all, and now there's a serious amount of blackmail against me to force me into co-operation to save them or they die. Simple as that. As for the mutiny: it all come down to it being part of their plan."

"I knew that you had family, but I didn't know that they were involved in this mess," replied Harry looking back at her, He continued, "What the hell have you got us involved in Eira, I need to know so I can help you," as he knew now what the blanks were in Cassidy's report.

"I haven't gotten you involved in anything, well not really." She sipped on the iced tea, it was really good. "And I've let know the Captain and those who need to know, and they're currently dealing with it. There's not much I can actually do other than wait and see what happens."

"Then why am I only hearing about this now and why keep it from me as the Security Chief?" he responded, "I have to keep this crew safe from those that mean us harm," which was true in a way, he finished," I don't want any secrets from now on, okay?" as he looked at her.

"Yeah yeah yeah, okay. I'll keep you informed as well." The iced tea now tasted bitter. "Can we just move on and deal with what is coming though? Put my life issues on the back burner and focus?"

"So, what do you want to focus on?" Harry asked as he looked back at her. Knowing that this hadn't gone the way he would of liked, he continued, "do you want to focus on us?" he inquired as he walked over to the sofa and sat down.

She raised an eyebrow at the word us. "What do you mean 'us'? There is no us? There's you, there's me. Remember I only agreed to act as girlfriend if you had to go back home."

"About that..." replied Harry sheepishly, "I was talking with Mom the other day and she saw you in the background and started to get excited," he continued looking at Eira, "Now she is like I need a new hat made," He finished.

She rolled her eyes back and closed them, taking a deep breath in before speaking, "When does she next want to see you?"

"Well, she is planning on a trip out this way in a few months time," replied Harry keeping his gaze upon Eira, He continued, "I think she just wants to see the ship and me, but you're the bonus" as he took a sip of the drink.

"Awww how sweet." Came her sarcastic response. She didn't mean for it to sound so sarcastic though. "Hopefully by then everything will have been sorted out."

"That's if you don't keep all the information I need to help you," replied Harry as he took another sip of his drink, "as I can not help if you don't tell me everything," He knew that as a intel officer she couldn't or wouldn't, but she needed him to clear her.

Feeling anxious for a change of subject, Eira commented, "Ya know, I'm getting kind of tired now so I think I might head off to sleep." She got up out of the chair and put the half finished iced tea on the bench, "I'll keep you informed, ok? But for now, good night Harry."

"Goodnight Eira," replied Harry, as he watched his housemate head off to sleep, he himself would soon head off to bed as Lady Sif had taken her position outside Eira's room. as he started to wonder if she was ever going to tell him everything and keep him in the loop, as he finished his drink and headed off to bed himself as He said, "Night Sif"