<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Karra Lee Micheals</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Captain Micheals</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/d8d8d07d-bef1-4b12-bb9c-4a8ccbe576b0_zps6c4f5818.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #FF8000">"...And Karra, you need some rest. The concussion is still troubling you. There is enough room there for two."</span> Tom had given his orders while his hands rested of Karra's shoulders. The familiar touch relaxed her some, but she had felt a wave of annoyance flood her at his words that she needed rest. She was about to retort that she was fine, until she felt his lips close to her ear, <span style="color: #FF8000">"Please, don't think everytime that I am questioning your ability. I need you at my side and I need you in the best form. A half-knocked-out Karra is no help to me. Take a nap, you won't miss a thing and it will help you. Please, Karra...“</span> <br/><br/>When she looked up at Tom, she was startled to see the warmth and love of them, but she was hesitant to feel hopeful. But after a moment or two, she realized that it wasn't going anywhere. She slumped some with the exhaustion that Tom had noticed in her, <span style="color: #80BF00">"Sure thing, Major."</span> Karra's mood greatly improved at seeing that Tom wasn't as frustrated with her as earlier and she felt as if perhaps there was a chance between them after all. She put one of her hands on his, letting it linger for a moment in hopes of communicating that she felt for him, then she pulled away to get ready to lay down. <br/><br/>She began to take off her outermost layer of her uniform top, stripping down to her undershirt. The jackets were notoriously uncomfortable to sleep in. She kept her boots on, however, worried about being caught in a moment where she would have to run. While she knew she'd be fine shoeless, she preferred not to be. When she was finished, she stood in front of Tom, <span style="color: #80BF00">"Look...I just..."</span> she wanted to say sorry, to apologize for earlier for loosing her temper. The words caught in her throat and she looked to the left blinking her eyes rapidly. Why was it so hard to just say sorry? She gave a frustrated sigh, running a hand through her hair. She turned back to him, <span style="color: #80BF00">"I understand, alright? I get it. Please, though, consider it from my view sometime. I know we aren't always going to agree, that's just ridiculous to assume it--but, I will stand by you no matter what. I trust you with my life. You're my commander and chief, my co-pilot..."</span> When she had said that Tom was her commander and chief, she hoped he understood what she meant. That he was the only person she wanted to be next to--friendly or romantically.<br/><br/>With that, she turned away preparing to lay down.</div>