<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;">Karra had been startled when Gleywine spoke up, <span style="color: #FF8000">"Why are you two always bickering, Karra? Every blind man sees that you want to have the other one and still you manage to end always in quarrel and frustration. Maybe you should both not question the other every time you speak with each other.“</span> Karra wished she knew. She wasn't sure what it was, maybe it was stress. She couldn't recall them bickering so much before. Perhaps it was because they both had such dominant personalities--or because Karra was terrified of being considered weak and Tom was always trying to protect her. It could have been any number of things, but those things had always been there and they still had not fought before the crash. <br/><br/>When Gleywine was only answered with silence and a concentrated look from Karra, he continued speaking, <span style="color: #FF8000">"If you love him, you should tell him that. And if not, you should leave him alone. But this in and out will kill everything one day. If he starts to doubt you, he will be gone. He is that type of guy. He knows only black and white and no grey in between.“</span> Hadn't she done that, she wondered. She had thought she did, but then again she had never said it point blank. She only knew black and white, too. She didn't have a grey area and so when he had pushed her to the side to hold Tanita, she had thought that a cue for her to go--that she was not what he wanted. She understood what he had said earlier and that was why she had retreated into the cockpit. She knew that Tom was doing what he thought was best in order to keep Tanita going--but his tears, his hysterics...<br/><br/>A hand was on her arm, squeezing it some and she turned glassy eyes to Gleywine, <span style="color: #FF8000">"Tell him how you feel, Karra. Before he gives up.“</span> <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"I...“</span> she paused. She had wanted to talk to him alone for a while now, but they hadn't had a moment and it just didn't seem right to focus on them when they had so much ahead of them to do. It didn't seem like a good idea, but she also didn't want to lose Tom. She wanted to be with him, had for a long time. Was she being cowardly? Probably. But that wasn't who she was. She wasn't a coward! <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"Thank you...“</span> she mumbled, standing up and reaching for the intercom piece. She held it in her hand for a moment, looking to Gleywine, <span style="color: #80BF00">"Would you mind grabbing the Major for me and let him know I need to speak with him privately in here, please?“</span> she asked. She didn't want to go back out and call Tom in herself, and she didn't want to use the intercom system. It seemed having Gleywine get him would be the best.</div>