helenluvsboo replied to your post: Since people are still sendiing me five minute fic…
Rush/Amy Pond. I feel like her snarkiness would drive him round the bend, but she’d keep him on his toes and rub him in SOME of the right ways. :P
If there was one person who got under his skin more than anyone else, with the possible exception of Young who he just straight out hated, it was Amelia Pond. She had no special skill, no medical or scientific degree, no language background. He still didn’t understand why she had been on Icarus, and why he was now stuck with her on Destiny.
“That’s wrong.”
He tried to ignore her, especially when she was standing far closer than he was comfortable with. Amelia Pond did not understand the concept of personal space.
“There. When those two symbols are next to each other they mean…”
“I know what they mean, Pond. I’ve been reading ancient since you were still at home practicing kissing on your pillow.” He tried to ignore her, but she started jabbing at his notebook with her finger. When that failed she started poking his arm.
“If your fragile little ego can’t take a woman being right then normally I’d give you up as a lost cause. But if you’re wrong then this whole ship could blow up, and as I’m in this ship I’d rather that didn’t happen.”
“It has nothing to do with you being a woman, and everything to do with you being…”
“Dumb?” she filled in, when he for once paused before saying the first thing that came to mind.
“I’m not the one that was bragging about being a kiss-o-gram back home.”
“I’m not ashamed of it. You wouldn’t be either, if you ever got the chance to kiss me. Which you won’t. But I’ve seen things that would make your eyes pop out of your head, and I’m telling you that you translated that wrong.” She took the pencil, scratching out two words and replacing them with one.
He grumbled when he realized that she was right. it did make more sense. ”Show off.”
“That, Dr. Rush, is the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” She grinned smugly before leaving the room. Rush looked at the text he’d been working on, then back to the empty doorway. Damn it, but Pond might actually turn out to be useful. Her cocky attitude and red headed temper in a small space was going to be unbearable.
He’d have to find a way to make it look like helping him was her idea, not his.