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Captain Rebecca walked into the break room, wanting to bring the Doctor something as she hasn’t seen them all day. She’s been incredibly busy on the other side of the building, and it all got out of hand, but finally everything has been handled and she has time. She knows the Doctor gets restless easily, and especially gets worried if they’re left alone for much too long. Like a pet that waits at the door for its owner, growing more nervous by the second. Plus, she missed them too, wanting to see her precious Doctor.
As she’s thinking about what exactly to bring them, does she stop, gaze now on the table in front of her. Rookie was sat, scribbling onto a nonogram with a pencil, teeth marks littered all over the wood. Sat opposite of him was the Doctor. They had a cup before them, steam spilling from the top. They watch Rookie intently, seeming to be quite entertained by him figuring out the puzzle.
They found their own fun it seems, and she’s so very glad.
“Doctor, Rookie.” Rebecca greets, making the poor guard flail about and fall out his chair in surprise. Oops, didn’t mean to scare him. “You made tea?” They ask both, sticking their hand out to help Rookie back up.
“C-Captain!” He scrambles up without her help, coming to attention, before relaxing slightly, looking at the Doctor, who was still nursing their steaming cup. “Yes we made tea! Well, the Doctor did all the work I just found the… kettle…“ he scratched the back of his head. “Do you want some?”
“Made by the Doctor?” Rebecca nods. “Absolutely.” She sees the Doctor fluster, turning their head away from her. Oh they were so easy to fluster, any compliment she gave them would make them turn redder than a rose.
“I’ll get you a cup now!” Rookie salutes her and moves to the kettle, nearly tripping over his own feet in his rush, but catching himself on the counter. He quickly pretends nothing happened. She takes the spare seat, in between the two claimed ones, and cocks her head at the Doctor, folding her hands on her lap.
“Rookie looks a little… blue?” Rebecca asks, referring to the unusual blue tint to his skin, and the Doctor nods, explaining it quickly. Biting pens, exploding ink. “Ah… I heard he does that…” she hums in thought, when the Doctor begins again, knowing Rebecca would love to be asked. “Get him something to chew on?” An opportunity for a gift? How exciting, especially if it’s something that’ll help him. “I’ll see what I can find.” She’s going to be doing quite the research tonight to find the perfect gift for Rookie and his sharp teeth.
There’s a pause, before the Doctor faces her completely, expressing how they missed Rebecca today, then they press their finger tips together bashfully, turning away again.
Rebecca chuckles softly, all her professionalism slipping away as she rests her head in her palm, looking at them with adoration, though it was hard to spot if you didn’t know her. “I missed you too, Doctor.”
Now they feel warm and gooey, oh boy.
A cup slides in front of the Captain, steaming. “Your tea!” Rookie declares, standing beside her. He waits to be dismissed, always sticking to protocol around his superior, never wanting to relax unless given direct permission to do so.
“Thank you.” Rebecca nods, letting Rookie sit back down. “Is that a picross?” She points at the little paper, half filled in, “I used to do those in school to pass the time.” She remembers those times vaguely, she was okay at them, okay enough to be asked to help with the other kid’s puzzles, and how often they’d just let her do the rest as they move on to do something else. Figuring it out and filling in the squares soothed her mind, gave her a problem to gnaw on during any downtime.
“You did??” Rookie beamed at the information. “And you call them picrosses??” He added, not familiar with the term. He looked up to his Captain, so to know he was doing a puzzle she used to do was like telling him he’s just as good as his role model. Oh he could die happy. Except… well he can’t fudging solve them because he picked ones much too hard for himself, he was an only a beginner. “And can you… show me how to do them?”
Rebecca smiled, not that anyone can see from the stark shadow her hood made across her face, and nodded. “Of course.” She sat up sliding the paper Rookie was on towards herself to look it over.
The Doctor pointed at the paper, then at themself, now wanting to join in on the fun.
“Yes Doctor, you can help too.” Rebecca nodded, watching them scoot their chair closer to look the paper over with her, Rookie following suit. She was surrounded on either side by her friends. It was a good feeling, she could stay here forever.
So the three sat in the break room, solving nonograms and drinking tea together, how else would one want to spend their time?