My darling @nekitoototo requested this little scene and here it is. Thank you for the prompt, this actually gave me an opportunity to start introducing the next set of fics for the girls I’ve had planned for awhile.

Bright screens adorned every inch of the large back wall of her lab, coding and statistics scrolled impossibly fast across each as mismatched eyes darted about. Without looking down, long fingers skittered across a keyboard at the workstation before her and more data was plugged into the simulations. Upon hitting the button to begin the sequence, the screens came to life once more as digital blueprints of a prosthetic arm slowly spun and lit up as tests began.

Pacing across the lab with her hands toying with the lint of her labcoat pockets, she froze mid step and rushed over to the main monitor once the finishing confirmation sounded. But much to her dismay, the results were a failure once again, bright red letters flashed over the blue diagram of the prosthetic. Slamming her fist down onto the table, she growled and flung the keyboard across the desk and onto the floor.

Angela and Fareeha had made it their mission that day to set aside some free leave time to drag Moira from her lab, she had cooped herself up in there for nearly a week now and hadn’t been home in that time. It was high time for an intervention to drag her from whatever research she was doing for some much needed rest. But as the two women stepped through the sliding glass doors, they were met with a rather angry geneticist who flung her keyboard across the lab.

The soldier held her hands up and began to step closer to the Irishwoman, her voice was soft and filled with concern.

“Moira…uh..habibti? Is everything alright?”

Tears burned free of her eyes and fell along her sharp features, hesitating to turn around and face one of the two women she loved so dearly. But as she felt the familiar cold metal of the prosthetic, she turned and faced Fareeha.

“I’m so sorry daor. I’ve been trying and every simulation keeps coming up short of the results I want for you. I’ve failed you. I’m so sorry.”

Slender hands were curled into fists of rage and sadness as they trembled with tense muscles locked. But before she could look away, strong arms were wrapped around her waist and her soldier looked up into those mismatched eyes.

“It is fine. I’ve gone on long enough with this one, there is no need to beat yourself up over this. You will keep at it and break through this wall like you always do. But if not, no worries.”

Hearing those words didn’t truly settle her heart or the anger she felt about herself not being brilliant  enough to break this damn sequence down and get it to work properly. But it did solidify the love she had for the other, the love that was pushing her to better that seemingly genius mind of hers and make this work. She let a hand rise to the other’s back as an endearing soft touch was all the Egyptian needed as a cue to smile brightly in return.

Angela moved closer to join the two women in a large hug, leaning up to kiss Moira gently on the cheek.

“You, liebe, are a genius. This won’t stop you from being amazing still. Your determination and will to see it finished will make this worthwhile. But, on that note, come home with us. You need to rest your body and mind. Take the rest of the day and tomorrow off with us to take a step back and re-evaluate the data in the comfort of our own home. Plus, we’ve missed you so much liebling.”

With the kind words from her angel, Moira nodded and wiped the last stray tear from her cheek and smiled softly.

“Of course daor. Of course.”