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ooc; open log because as I've said before the minute someone asks I go "SURE!"

Where: The train ride
Who: Smoker, Tashigi and ANYONE/EVERYONE (feel free to jump in the Tashigi/Smoker thread or make your own)
Why: I'm a sucker for logs and guuhhh cute stuff resolution
What: Taking the train from St. Poplar to Water 7, Smoker dealing with Tashigi's SECRET motion sickness
When: Thursday COMING BACK.
Rating: G for sweet and cute unless someone amps it <3

Smoker checked in on the separate bedroom car he'd gotten his Ensign. It figures. She would have motion sickness. Good thing he'd never dragged her along on his bike. And at the minimum she didn't get seasick because if there was marine in this world who would, just to frustrate him further, it would wind up being her. "Hey little lady," he joked knowing how much she hated being called that. "Have a drink." He didn't tell her what was in it. A combination of what Michiko had suggested.

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The girl couldn't help the soft groan that left her chest, but as brown eyes opened and she sat up slowly in the bed, she looked up at Smoker apologetically, knowing that she was only being a bother with this whole thing. "T-thank you, Smoker-san..." She took the drink and almost took a sip... Almost gagging when the smell of alcohol plagued her nose. Brows drew tightly together and she held it out to him. "No... thank you sir, it's not going to help any..."

He sat down on a chair next to her backwards, leaning on the backing. "If might help you sleep," Smoker shrugged. "Or loosen up if nothing else." Loosen up was probably not the right set of words but he meant relax.

"Sir... Again," she paused to close her eyes and breathe in through her nose, settling the beverage on the closest table. "It's not going to help... But... T-thank you for trying sir..." Her brows knitted together and she moved to lay back down, curling under the blankets, rubbing her stomach to make sure it wouldn't lurch any more with every rock of the train. She was pretty sure she looked pale, even in the darkness of the room...

"Want a popsicle?" Smoker suggested awkwardly. He'd done the same thing when she was recovering from her leg injuries. He never really dealt with sick people well. "We could cut it to look like little swords and you can use the sticks afterwards in the same manner." Which settled it of course. The only way he was going to get Tashigi to have a drink was to get one with the little pink plastic swords.

She blinked her eyes open and thought for a moment, before quickly (A little too quickly) she tugged Smoker to sit on the edge of the bed, putting his hand on her head and smiled vaguely. "Just pet my head, sir..." She breathed again through her nose, glad that her commanding officer was a good man and would at least see that she just needed to rest, no matter how hard he tried to get her to eat or drink.

Smiling wryly, Smoker obeyed. Anyone else in any other situation he'd be mad over the order but this was Tashigi. He lightly stroked her dark raven hair with the slight tints of blue and hummed a small lullabye. He was sorry he couldn't help more but at least this was something to her.

Slowly, the girls eyes drifted closed and she fell into a light-sleep, just content to feel her superiors fingers. Her strong, but thin arms moved out into her sleep, sliding around his waist and her head buried against his jacket, much how a child would seek a comforting touch in their sleep from a safe and strong adult, the lullabye ringing in her ears until there was a sharp bump and brown eyes flickered open and she let out a soft shocked whimper, mostly at herself... Not quite realizing that she was curled up against Smoker.

Proud of himself for not blushing when she hugged him like a teddy bear (damn Karen for insisting he was one) Smoker whispered a soft, "Hush. It'll be over over soon." And continued ruffling her hair in as soothing a way as he could despite still feeling hot around the cheeks.

Her body relaxed and she closed her eyes once more, happy that there was warmth and Smoker was allowing it. "T-thank you, sir..." Her voice seemed to drift off by the last word and her form simply shifted closer and tightened the strangely strong arms, happy that she was able to relax and not focus on the ache that was causing her to feel unsettled.

Waiting until he was mostly sure she was asleep Smoker started singing fully, "Sleep my child and peace attend thee,
All through the night
Guardian angels God will send thee,
All through the night"

Her light sleep was interrupted by the soft singing, smiling slightly as she sat up, one arm unwinding from his waist so she could reach for her glasses. Eyes fuzzy as she rested her forehead against Smoker's shoulder, smiling to her self. "I vaguely remember someone singing that song to me when I was younger, Smoker-san, thank you for the vague memory. It makes me feel warm..."

Smoker flushed that she was wide awake and almost fell over. "AH..." More blushing and sharp click of teeth on cigars. "It's an old song. You should get some sleep."

Her hand caught a hold of him, making sure he didn't actually fall over. Pulling him back into a proper position as she leaned back down, glasses on her face, before her free hand reached over and took a sip of that alcoholic drink, blinking at how sweet it tasted, before she pushed it aside and cocked her head to look at him with a confused expression. "I'm feeling a little better, sir, just allow me to relax in your company, will you?"

"Er of course Tashigi," Smoker answered in a gruff tone of voice actually a little bemused that she took the drink. "Let me just-" He walked over and grabbed a book before sitting back down on the bed next to her with it. "How's the drink?" he added poignantly, have let her test the concoction long before trying it out himself.

She nodded and then blinked at his question. She offered it to him as she spoke. "Taste for yourself," she muttered softly, shifting so she could lean against Smoker quietly. Her eyes glanced down at the book. Eyebrow perking before she reached down and grabbed it gently from her commander's hands. "Am I keeping you away from everyone, sir...?"

Smoker took a small sip and winced, "Too sweet for my tastes." Actually he liked it but it was extremely sweet. A little strange for him with alcohol even if he did prefer good rums.

He arched an eyebrow at the stolen book. "Karen didn't come," he let out a low growl. He still was going to need to check on Allen and Zenigata and the others but right now Tashigi came first. "I was planning to wait until you were asleep."

She smiled and shook her head slightly, careful not to make herself any more dizzy. "Is something wrong with Karen-san, sir?" Her question was genuinely asked and she found herself taking a glance at the book before settling it besides her. "She seemed so happy to come when I last saw her..." Skilled hands patted the back of the other's and then sighed. "And, sir, before you comment about how you do not understand women to me, please be reminded, that I am a woman also, no matter how you see me."

She paused and then sighed once more and shifted closer, frowning slightly. "Smoker-san, perhaps I am not the person you should be watching at this moment. Allen-san, Zenigata-san and everyone else would probably love to see you, I'm sure of it. I am ... not the person you should be looking after right now."

"Tashigi stop being self sacrificing," Smoker growled. "If you prefer to be alone I'll go but not until then, understand? Zenigata is older than I am and well-equipped to handle things. Allen is probably distracted robbing Zenigata in card-playing. You have my full attention until you prefer otherwise." He had noticed that she didn't want him distracted by a book.

"And I don't know what's wrong with Karen. She told me she was coming on the train ride and then didn't." He was fuming a little. Definitely hurt by the red-head's sudden lack of presence. He'd planned several date things and he hated changing plans. Women were confusing no matter what Tashigi said to the contrary. Tashigi wasn't confusing but probably because he'd been training her for the last 4 years. He ran a hand through his hair. "She must be upset but then why not just tell me?" He kept his voice from showing too much emotion and glanced back at the Ensign. "I'm not leaving."

"Yes sir..."

She nodded slightly and listened carefully about the who deal with Karen. She thought for a moment, and then smiled shaking her head. "Perhaps she doesn't want to bother you with it, Smoker-san."

Perhaps she was speaking more for herself, than Karen, but she was never quite sure why that little pool of unease rumbled through her chest whenever she was left behind when everyone else was able to go out and have fun. She closed her eyes and breathed in slowly, masking the look of discomfort (aimed at her own acknowledgment of jealousy for almost everyone else) for one of sickness as she thought out the words quickly.

"Perhaps she is just homesick?"

That one was definitely aimed for Karen, she noted. "Not every woman is going to simply tell you how she feels about certain things, sir. You may just have to let it go and allow them to be alone for a while until they get themselves in order..."

That she noted, may have been directed more at herself than Karen, but she hoped he wouldn't see through it.

"Tashigi," Smoker's eyes slid over, "Something on your mind?"

It didn't make sense to him that Karen could be homesick since she had Nataku to keep her company now and in his mind the cure for homesickness was going out and having fun, just like he'd planned. Or spending time with someone who cares. But Tashigi was clearly upset beyond just the train ride. He handed her drink back to her. "Work?"

She took the drink thankfully, sipping at it slowly, careful not to upset her stomach. Her free hand returning from patting the other's hand, before it was placed calmly on her own lap. She thought about answering truthfully for a few moments, but quickly pushed the thought back in favour of lying. No doubt Smoker would find out eventually... but right now... she wasn't going to let him know about the jealous feelings, not until she couldn't stand it anymore.

Unknowingly, that hand on her lap balled into the soft material of the blanket and her lip was bitten in a slightly nervous habit. "No sir, nothing wrong." She could tell even from the soft quality her voice came out, that Smoker wasn't going to buy it right away. "I'm sure I'm just a little worn out, sir. Everything combined must've just took everything I had energy wise."

"Tashigi," Smoker's brow furrowed. "I might be dense when it comes to women, Ensign, but I can still tell when I'm being lied to. And I expect better of that from you." He nudged her chin with a gloved fist.

Her head tilted and her lip was bitten harder. "Sir, it's nothing." She felt her shoulders tighten and then relax, before she realized it wasn't at all his fault and perhaps she was taking it out on him. "... I apologize if that came out meaner than it should have."

"It's not mean," Smoker growled, hackles starting to raise on end, "It's just also lying. And I don't want to have to order you to tell me honestly Ensign because I trust you better than that but you're starting to try my patience woman."

She almost didn't notice the glass cracking in her palm, then when it shattered, she looked down at it and quickly opened her hand to make sure she wasn't bleeding, she wasted no time pushing herself off the bed, not caring how dizzy she got or the feeling in her stomach, she quickly moved the glass to the garbage, before pulling the sheet off, making sure it didn't go through to the bedsheet. She worked fast, even getting a new blanket from the closet, before she managed to sit back down on the edge of the bed, her eyes screwed shut, blood seeping from the cut hand.

"I'm sorry sir, this... this is something I'd prefer not to share..." She finally said, ignoring the dizziness or the lurch in her stomach that made her want to curl up into a ball and just cry over the fact that she wasn't strong enough to be above jealousy.

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