Tuesday evening, outside the White Star

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

After her shift at the diner, Ivanova heads back to the White Star with some borrowed tools and a prayer in her heart. Passersby will find her actively cursing, loudly and in Russian, at the tangle of wiring behind the access panel and the still stubbornly closed hatch.

She would appreciate a little help.

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[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Bob, smoking a ciagette, as usual, approaches the ship. He raises a brow at the cursing, but decides to lean against the ship, not far from Ivanova. He silently takes a drag, waiting for her to notice him.

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

After a complicated bit of rewiring, the light is still glowing purple. She hurls the screwdriver at the ground with a final "Chyort!", then looks up to see Bob.

"Oh, hey Bob. I managed to get locked out after the Hallowe'en ball! I didn't even think that was possible!"

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Bob lifts an eyebrow. He doesn't exactly have experience with this sort of thing, so he just gives her a sympathetic look.

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"Thanks, Bob." She grins ruefully. "At least I managed to borrow some real clothes, or I'd still be out here in the Wonder Woman get-up."

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Bob looks her up and down. He smirks and shrugs. Clearly he wouldn't mind if she were wearing the Wonder Woman get-up.

He takes one final drag, then drops the spent ciagrette on the ground, crushing it with his foot. He moves closer, looking at the control panel.

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova isn't sure she's happy about the fact that she's given over the situation to men. Then again, she just wants a shower and clean clothes. She makes a mental note to keep the Wonder Woman costume in case she ever needs a favour from Bob.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

On his way home after class and flight club, Han sees Ivanova struggling with her ship.

"Anything I can help you with?"

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova looks from Bob to Han and scratches the back of her head. "I don't know . . . I was locked out the other night. The access hatch controls aren't responding, and I've tried rewiring it four different ways." She steps back. "Feel free to have a go. If not, I'll need your big strong manly muscles to help me break in through a waste hatch or something."

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han gives the wiring a once-over and plunges in, crossing connections and splicing things that probably weren't meant to be spliced.

"Wish I had one of Mac's knives out here," he mumbles.

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"I gave him a call and left a message, I don't know if he got it." She looks down at the single screwdriver and something she wasn't even sure of the function of. "And, ironically, all my tools are locked inside."

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

"That's how it always goes." Han looks up from the rewiring. "Any joy yet?"

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

She steps back, surveying the work and noticing the still-purple light on the panel. "None. Purple means stop, green means go." She sighs. "I could probably get the hydraulics in the ramp to work, but that would bust the lock mechanism out, which wouldn't be good, because then I couldn't lock it again."

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

"I'll give it another try. You got someplace to stay?"

He buries himself in the wiring again, working hard.

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Bob watches over Han's shoulder, randomly pointing to things. It's quite clear he has no idea what he's doing.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

"Nah, if I cut that one to splice it, I'll blow my fingers off." Han looks as he points to something else. "That one? Sure." He pulls the wire and plugs it into a different socket.

"That get us?" he yells over his shoulder, still jiggering wires.

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova blinks, then blinks again, as the hatch hisses open. "Oh my god. You unsealed the pressure door." She flings her arms around his neck joyfully. "You did it!" After a moment, she does the same to Bob. "Thank you!"

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han hugs her back, saying "Hey, hey, clear that with my sweetheart."

He tips an imaginary hat to her and a wink to Bagoas. "All in a days' work for the Hero of the Spaceways."

He offers a hand to Bob. "Thanks for the help, man. Glad to see you came through the fear-gas thing in one piece."

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Bob happily accepts the hug from Ivanova, wrapping his arms around her in turn. When she releases him, he takes Han's hand and shakes it, nodding and smiling. At the mention of the fear gas, he shudders. Not exactly a pleasant experience to remember.

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

*beams*

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

"We're done helping damsels in distress. You ready to go home?" Han smiles and claims a quick peck of a kiss.

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

*takes his hand* I take Hero of Spaceways home now.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

"Lead the way, sweetheart."

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

*waves to Ivanova, stopping with Han*

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"Sorry about the hug, hun," Ivanova says cheefully. "I can understand posessiveness when he's involved."

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

It ok. He amazing.

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova beams. "He got me back into my ship. That makes him amazing in my books, too." She almost-but-not-quite capers. "A shower! Real clothes!"