"Isn't that what you love about me, luv?' Mira said directly, Tomas' face going an interesting shade of red as he stumbled over a sentance that she didn't catch, "Relax, I understand," she said leaning over and kissing Tomas' cheek before standing up.  "I was serious about having to go grocery shopping, but I'll be free later, you know if you want to stop by and have a home cooked meal."

"Wait who taught you how to cook?" Tomas asked looking suspicious remembering Mira's grandmother's horrible cooking.

"My mum, don't worry I'm a better cook then a pilot, well more steady cooking, you know what I mean, Mira chuckled helping Tomas to his feet and hugging him, resting her head against his solid chest, "So I'll see you later?"

"Yeah, guess so."

"Good because someone has to show you the ropes," Mira spoke with a wicked grin before she ducked out of the apartment.

"Hey wait!"  Tomas cried after her grabbing her arm.

"Come on Tombo I was just joking," Mira said turning a looking at him with an innocent look in her eyes.

"I know, but let me come with you."

Mira let out a small squeal as she was practically lifted off the ground by Tomas and hugged right in the middle of the grocery store. Gods, if this was anymore fun she would swear she was in heaven, or maybe hell because they were out of soy milk. The grocery store would pay for it's lack of milk substitute, they would pay. That is after Tomas quit hugging her and let her down. Mira grinned into Tomas' chest, this was turning out to be one of the better weekends she had for a long time. That is until the old lady struck...

Mira and Tomas had linked arms and were heading down the aisle, occasionally stopping to throw something into their hover cart. Neither of them heard the steady hum of another hover cart coming up the aisle, considering Mira was telling Tomas a particularly dirt joke about a Hutt, a priest, and a Twilek just to see his cheeks flush. "Bam!" went the cart as it collided with Mira's heel, her eyes watered in pain.

"ARGH!" she cried out hopping up and down on one foot to try to distract from the throbbing pain in her heel, spouting curses in every language she knew, which was a lot. "What the hell!" she cried out again.

"Deary, serves you right for jumping out in an old woman's way like that," the old bitty said squinting through her coke bottle glasses at Mira and Tomas.

"What in gods? You ran into my heel you old bitch! And how you could have missed us when we're in the middle of the aisle and I'm walking beside a yeti is beyond me!" Mira yelled, still in pain as she dropped down to the floor and checked her heel, which was bleeding. Figures she had to be ran over by some granny on the day that she had decided to wear flip flops.

"Such language coming from a young lady, I tell you," the woman said looking at Tomas, 'If she was my daughter I would have raised a better mouth on her then you have."

"You.." Mira began leaping to her feet, it was one thing to run into her heel, but another then to mistake her for a child and that Tomas was her father.

"Time to go dear, dreadfully sorry," Tomas lept in picking Mira up under one arm and quickly running a few aisle down before setting Mira back on her feet.

"You jerk! Who said you could just pick me up like a rag doll and carry me off, that bitch was asking for it!" Mira proclaimed putting her hands on her hips and glaring at Tomas.

"What, sorry I couldn't just let you beat down a little old lady," Tomas sighed, picking Mira up by the waist and kissing her until she was gripping his shoulder due to lack of air, "There better?" he asked looking into her eyes.

"Yeah maybe, but if I see her again I'm so knocking a display case on her."

"That's my Viper girl."

She had forgotten the reasons why she went to the grocery store on Saturdays was the free samples. Happily she nibbles on some questionable meat BBQed into perfection by a microwave. Scooping up some of the sauce from the small plastic cup and gracefully bounded up to Tomas, smearing the sauce on his face before bounding off again giggling to herself. In fact Tomas didn't strike with revenge until they had passed the lobster tank, swooping Mira up with both arms he dangled her over the tank with the lobster staring up at her their claws at the ready. too bad some hippies a few years back had moved to have lobsters claws free while in the tank instead of pinned together with rubber bands.

"Tom no!" Mira squealed hanging onto his shirt, stretching it a little as he leaned her over the tank.

"Aw come on Mira, it's just a little water and some shellfish!" Tomas chuckled enjoying the terrified look on her face.

"But look at their expendable pointy eyes, and their claws, look at the bones!" Mira cried pointing to the tiny fake skull someone had dropped in with the lobsters.

"Nope sorry, in you go!" Tomas said pretending to let Mira go.

"Noooooo!" Mira howled clinging to Tomas' chest.

"Just kidding, that for the sauce all over my face," Tomas laughed swinging Mira around before putting her back on the ground.

Jerk," Mira growled pulling on his shirt so they were eye to eye, that is until she licked the length of his cheek and let him go, "Mmm BBQ tasting," she murmured before skipping away.

"Well unfortunately, they say we have to get our stuff purchased and we're banned from here for the rest of the day," Mira pouted to Tomas before grinning, "Luckily though, it seems that your professional manner has made you to get everything on the list," she added planting a kiss on Tomas lips before grabbing the basket and dumping everything out of the conveyor belt and then paying for the groceries. Splitting the bag between them they walked outside.

What was left of the clouds from the morning had vanished, the sun was shining down in a nearby park. Promptly, Mira ran to the swing set nearby and sat down, "Hmmm too nice of a day to stay indoors I think," she said opening one eye and looking up at Tomas when he caught up to her.

"So what do you want to do then?" Tomas asked.

"Skate, like we use to back home," Mira said looking at the large pond that already had a few people skating on it.

"You know I can't skate."

"Yeah but its pretty fun to watch you fall on your ass."

"I'm getting the feeling you like see me in pain or making a fool of myself," Tomas commented looking Mira in the eyes.

"No not really, it's just, um," Mira said trying to explain her actions, "You always seem so uptight, I'm just trying to get you to relax and have fun before you have a stroke.  Being serious all the time is bad for your health."

Mira chuckled seperating from Tomas and skating backwards to face him as he struggled to stay on his feet, "Problem is Tomas, when you're in a situation you're unsure of yourself you turn into a complete klutz," she commented spinning around a little, "You have no go with the flow skills."

"Are you going to spend all weekend telling me my weaknesses?" Tomas asked sounding a little annoyed as she fell onto the ice again.

"No, not intentionally, I just observe people really well," Mira said holding out a hand, "You have good qualities too, you're organized, a good leader, military bearing," Mira's cheeks flushed dark red, "And you're really kind, gentle, and soft spoken with me even when I make you mad," she said in almost a whisper.

Tomas sighed and rolled his eyes before smiling a little, "I know, I'm crazier then you for putting up with it all."

"Yeah you are," Mira grinned impishly grabbing Tomas' hands, "So cold, let me warm them!" she laughed shoving his hands under her shirt and watching his face go panic stricken and bright red.

"Mira, erm," Tomas sputtered his hands inches from her chest curves.

"They're not so cold now!" Mira giggles and skated off.

"Jerk," Mira cried back using her legs to flip Tomas on his back and she began shoving show down his shirt, "Yeah how do you like them apples?" she yelled before shoving some snow in his face. Huffily she stood up, brushed the snow off of her jacket and went to turn in her skates.

"Now my shirt is wet and I'm cold," Tomas said trying hard not to whine as they grabbed the bags of groceries and headed back to the barracks.

"You whine too much, come on you can wear the shirt you let me borrow last night," Mira sighed opening the door to her room.

"Strangler out?"

"Yeah he usually goes out for most of the weekend, leaving me on my own," Mira said as they peeled off their winter gear. Mira handed the shirt to Tomas, flushing as he took off the wet one right in front of her before putting on the new shirt. Turning she began to put away the groceries to distract herself from the little bit of his chest that was revealed from the missing buttons. Since her back was turned she also didn't see Tomas revile in the girl smell that the shirt now had.

"So what's for dinner?"

"Thinking of ordering pizza actually, too tired to cook," Mira said falling back into Tomas' arms pretending to faint.

"Fiiinnnneeee, you're such a bore," Mira said rolling her eyes and crossing her arms trying to hide the pout on her face.

"But you put up with me and all my boorish tendencies," Tomas promised ducking away from a smack from Mira, "Officer Abuse, officer abuse!" he laughed picking up the communication device.

"Bah," Mira replied sticking out her tongue and then opening the door to her room.

Tomas followed afterwards after putting the order in, "Good Gods!" he gasped looking around the room, "It's, it's..."

"Orderly?' Mira said a little dryly from the bed which looked like it had been made so tight that a dollar could be bounced off it.

"Well yeah."

"Tombo," Mira began before shaking her head and smiling before going back to rubbing the cat on her lap, "You've seen my uniforms, you should have realized though I'm a laxed person I do like neatness with my appearance and barracks room. What did you expect naughty underclothes everywhere, or maybe you were hoping. I'm not sure I don't know how you think, well yet." she said speaking half to Tomas and half to the cat.

"Is that Fred?" Tomas asked sitting next to the bed.

"Well Fred the third, the first two Freds died of old age," Mira said smirking as the cat rubbed against Tomas' hand, before biting him, "Still quite the animal whisperer aren't you?"

"Have I told you that I admire a man who can go out and provide food for himself and others by natural instinct?" Mira asked playfully as Tomas came back into the room holding the pizza box balanced on one hand and some carbonated drinks in his other.

"No you never have," Tomas replied lifting an eyebrow and sitting down on the bed, setting the pizza between him and Mira.

"Just food for thought I guess," Mira shrugged opening the pizza box and took a slice and biting into it.  She glanced up to see Tomas staring at her and blinked her green eyes several times, "What?"

"Nothing," Tomas said shaking his head, his brown eyes filled with amusement, "I just can't believe how much you've changed, for the better, for the better!" he quickly added chuckling as Mira looked defensive.

"Well after you left I had a lot of time to concentrate on who I was suppose to become," Mira said looking down at her old tennis shoes, "Without you around I was alone a lot and that sort of makes you look inside a lot and I didn't like who I was becoming.  I've made a lot of mistakes, not seeing you off was one of them, I didn't want that to happen again when I found out you were in Viper.  Something caused us to meet each other again, I'm not sure what, but its been fun so far."