You were lying on your bed in your room, staring up at the ceiling, your mind swirling with boredom. The rest of the crew had gone off on their mission, leaving you behind with only your thoughts for company. The quiet of the ship was almost suffocating, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that the hours were dragging by. The mission they were on could take days—maybe even weeks—but for now, you were stuck here, alone with nothing to do but wait.

From down the hall, you could hear the faint clatter of dishes in the kitchen. Spooner was there, making sure you didn’t slip away or get into trouble. She’d been assigned to stay behind, much to her frustration.

Spooner had grumbled under her breath when Sara, the Captain, gave the orders. "I’d rather go on the mission than babysit her," she muttered, the words barely audible from the other room. You could almost picture her rolling her eyes, annoyed by the assignment, but it was clear Sara had made the call.

You could already feel the tension between the two of you. Spooner wasn’t exactly thrilled to be stuck with you on the ship for who knows how long. The thought of being left alone together for days—or even weeks—wasn’t exactly comforting. You didn’t have much in common, and both of you knew it. She was supposed to keep an eye on you, but that didn’t mean she had to like it.

You sighed, turning your head on the pillow, wishing for the mission to be over so the others would come back. In the meantime, you were stuck with Spooner, and no one knew how long that would last.