Who Ordered the Pickles? (Xander/Odin)

[fearless]

Xander blushed the two pink spots showing up nicely on his skin. "I...I'm not interested," he told him softly. "I thought that was what you wanted." He followed him curious, "Are you Zercan?" he asked suddenly. He had never met one but he had read about them and wanted to see his cat form.

[clementine]

Odin wasn't sure if he should be pissed or pleased about that comment, but he was neither. The boy was so weird though. Green practically! Odin would not be able to sleep with a green male anyhow.

"Yeah, I'm Zercan." He chuffed, not turning to look at Xander. "And not that's not what I wanted." The male added, pressing the button that opened the door to his quarters. He gave Xander a little push inside. "What I want if for you to stay here." He said, shutting the door suddenly, locking it, and stomping away.

[fearless]

Xander was pissed when he realized he was locked in his room. This male was so much like his parents, couldn't he just let him try to help out? He growled then tried to work on finding a way out of his room. He closed his eyes and made himself into pixie form so he could take a look at the lock. He flew down then smiled when he saw the crack under the door, big enough for a pixie. He stayed in that form and few back to where he had met Odin, so he could spy.

[clementine]

Odin was back in the captain's chair, bitching to his computer. "What am I gonna do with some kid?" He moaned, headed between his legs because he was feeling sick.

"You could just let him help...I mean at least until you get to the port." The computer offered, pushing up his silver framed glasses.

"But you know how the guys are." Was Odin's response. "I'd just worry about the little punk and then where would I be?"

"Same place you are right now. Sitting on your ass." The A.I. replied oh so nicely.

[fearless]

Xander watched him worried, he was sick and that worried him, strange. He felt a rush of pleasure that Odin was worried about him, but didn't say anything, he had to remain hidden. He wanted to help and hoped the A.I. would convince him. He looked to the computer, he never had a real A.I. before and wanted to know more.

[clementine]

The A.I. blinked over in Xander's direction. "Odin, you do know the fae is hiding on the shelf right behind your hear?" He asked.

"What?" Odin gasped. reaching behind himself and blinding searching for a tiny body with his big paw of a hand. "Stop yanking my chain Luci."

[fearless]

Xander squeaked and flew out of his hiding place frightened. He flew in front of Odin out of reach then flew back quickly to the Captain's quarters scared he made him even more angry.

[clementine]

Odin blinked and sneezed at the fae, watching him dart away. Sighing, the male creaked up and stomped back to his room to make sure that Xander had indeed flown back there.

[fearless]

Xander was changed back to normal size and sitting on the bed. He could hear him coming back to the room and hoped he wouldn't yell at him. He just didn't like being cooped up in his room.

[clementine]

The door slid open to reveal as rather put out looking Zercan. "What part of stay in my room did you not understand?" Odin asked, crossing his arms over his chest. He wasn't angry per say, just miffed that he was disobeyed.

[fearless]

Xander looked to him biting his lip, "I just don't like being cooped up," he told him softly. "Can I help you? Please? I want to work, not be stuck in here..."

[clementine]

Odin groaned again dramatically and plopped himself down on the bed beside Xander. "You look kind of flimsy. I don't really trust you lifting heavy items. And that's pretty much all there is to do." He explained, a thoughtful look crossing his features. "Can you cook?" He asked.

[fearless]

Xander frowned at his words, he just wanted to help. He sighed head down now pouting a bit. When Odin spoke though he brightened happily. "Yes," he admitted. "I love to cook, its my favorite thing to do."

[clementine]

"Praise Zercan!" Odin cried with a sigh of relief. "C'mere." He said, grabbing Xander's hand and tugging him to the mess area. "You see," he explained, "none of of can cook and it gets really tiring eating computer simulated food. Will you be the new cook?" He asked hopefully.

[fearless]

Xander nodded grinning happy at his luck. "I would love to," he admitted now. "Thank you for letting me cook." He looked down to their hands though feeling shocks running through his hand at his touch.