0RL01 2006 June 6
Inspired by the Ocean View wallpaper by The Voices.
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"Fry." Leela whispered, gently shaking his shoulder.
Fry opened one eye. It was dark. He could barely make out Leela's silhouette against the dim outline of the doorway behind her.
"Shhhh." she said, putting her finger to her lips.
Fry blinked and raised his head up a couple of inches.
"What?" he whispered.
Leela motioned for him to follow her and to be quiet.
Fry nodded and started easing his way out of his hammock.
Leela handed him his shirt and pointed to it.
Fry was confused for a second, then caught on. He nodded, and started groping around in the dark for the rest of his clothes.
A moment later he stepped out into the corridor, carrying them bundled into a ball.
"What's going on?" He whispered.
"Shhh!" she whispered back, "Follow me."
Leela turned and started off down the corridor. Fry followed along behind. The metal floor was cold on his bare feet. He noticed that the ship was almost silent. Except for the muted hiss of the ventilation system and the far off hum of the generators, there were none of the normal noises of the ship in flight.
They descended a level to the hatch at the top of the stairs on the front landing leg.
"Ok, Fry, you can get dressed now." Leela whispered.
"What's going on?" Fry whispered back as he set his clothes down.
"I'll show you in a minute. I don't want to wake Bender or Amy. I want this to be strictly private.".
Fry finished putting his clothes on and sat down to tie his shoes. He stood up.
"Ok, I'm ready.".
Leela opened the hatch.
A cool breeze blew in carrying with it the unmistakable odor of the sea. In the distance was the rumbling sound of waves breaking on a shore.
Leela took his hand and led him down the steps. It was dark, but it wasn't night. A layer of clouds rolled and boiled across the sky for as far as the eye could see. Here and there tendrils of light broke through, their beams looking like search lights, casting kaleidoscope patterns across the sky.
The terrain around them was broken and uneven. Everywhere there was long, reedy sea grass with outcroppings of rocks interspersed at random intervals.
Leela led them across the undulating ground, picking her way carefully. Fry marveled at how, even in the dim light, she could move so surely and gracefully over the unfamiliar terrain while he stumbled along behind, feeling like some clumsy ox.
They had come to an formation of rock that rose stair step like out of the surrounding terrain. Leela led him up the side. The top was relatively flat, perhaps 8 or 10 feet across.
Leela sat down near the edge and motioned Fry to join her. They eased up to the edge and sat with their legs dangling over the side.
They were on a low cliff overlooking an ocean. Below them, a rock strewn shore sloped down to the water. The ocean was in almost as much turmoil at the clouds above. Waves were rolling in, rising up out of the depths, foaming at the tops as they piled up in the shallows, and then disintegrating into spray as they crashed against the rocks below.
A stiff breeze was blowing in off the water, every once in a while carrying with it a few drops of spray from the breakers below.
Leela leaned up against him and put her head on his shoulder. They put their arms around each other.
Out in the sea, a steady procession of waves rolled in and crashed on the beach. Overhead the tumultuous procession of clouds boiled past. Stray rays of sunlight played on the water creating fireworks like effects in the spray.
Leela gave a happy sigh and snuggled closer to Fry, squeezing him just a little tighter.
Fry smiled. This was one of the little ways he knew that Leela really, deeply cared for him. How she found places like this he didn't know, but that wasn't important. What was important was that they were there together.
When Amy and Bender found out that Leela had made an unscheduled stop, there would be grumbling. And if Hermes found out, they would have to spend an hour or two listening to another one of his lectures.
But, for the moment, it was just the two of them and the wind and the waves, and nothing else mattered.
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