fandomtownies | Trooper Station

Still worrying about Zuko and his letter, Aly couldn't spend much more time in her apartment without going slightly insane.

Which was why she found herself pushing open the door to the station, looking for Roy and slightly surprised to find him in the lobby instead of ~~hiding out~~ in his office.

Roy was concentrating on the computer screen in front of him, tilting his head as he studied the picture. It was just... He wasn't sure what the word was, but he preferred the pictures back home.

She half-grinned at his complete concentration and crossed the lobby silently to see what he was so engrossed in.

She was near the desk when he finally noticed her and he startled a little, quickly moving to close the browser entirely.

"Miss Alianne," he said cheerfully, his attention still on the screen as the browser stayed stubbornly open and he clicked the little x several times.

"Discover the internet, General Mustang?" Aly asked, grinning broadly now at his troubles.

"I was just..."

He frowned as there was a popup now going 'Program not responding'.

"... doing some research."

End now. The pop up disappeared and he breathed, but the browser was still open and then the popup came right back. Dammit.

She leaned over the desk to see the screen. "Research, huh?"

He quickly reached up, putting his hand on the side of the screen so she couldn't see.

"Yes," he muttered, hitting the End now button repeatedly until the computer beeped and there was another popup now mentioning something about trojans. "What are trojans?"

Aly giggled. "It surprises me you don't know that."

That was anything but a helpful response. Squinting, he carefully read the message on the screen and finally picked the quarantine button. The computer rattled for a moment and then protested that the files couldn't be quarantined and advised to pick to delete the files...

Only for it to come back and tell him that was impossible too.

There was a moment of panic easily readable on Roy's face and he reached for the powerbutton.

She pushed herself up to sit on the desk and pushed his hand away from the button. "You can't turn it off now. It's not going to make it go away."

"But they won't know I did it," he argued, trying not to blush as she could now see what he had been looking at.

"It's a police station, my friend. You don't think they could figure it out?" she teased. "Or you going to blame it on Dale.

"One of the troopers would do," he mumbled.

Still looking far too amused, Aly eyed him. "But would the troopers be looking at..." she tilted her head to find the search term than raised a dramatic eyebrow.

"I was curious," Roy blurted out, then realised how that sounded. "Just in how similar it would be with my world's. This is more tasteless," he added quickly. He didn't blush, dammit. He was too old to blush and this topic didn't embarrass him at all.

"So it was an anthropological survey?" she asked, eyes wide and completely disbelieving.

"Exactly," he said quickly. "She's got ugly legs anyway. Now do you know how to..." he motioned towards the screen.

Aly burst out laughing. "Maybe you should have been searching the better sites," she teased, completely ignoring the other question.

"No, I'm thinking I have seen enough," he replied quickly. "Aly?" he then added pleadingly.

"Roy?" she replied teasingly. "I wouldn't want to keep your from satisfying your curiosity."

"You're not, it's blocked!" he was not flailing, really. He was completely cool with this. He hit the delete button repeatedly, but it didn't seem to do anything at all. Stupid thing.

"Huh, what a travesty," she said. She reached out to poke at the keyboard thoughtfully. "So what were you looking up first?"

"Alchemy," he looked hopeful at the screen but her poking didn't do much of anything. "So can you?"

"Maybe," she said thoughtfully, poking again. "But probably not."

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