Humming to himself, the Fleet’s Colonel, Caleb, had a little bit of time between meetings of the Fleet to indulge in his favorite activity…..stalking his adorable pipsqueak. Now you knew he always seemed to know exactly what was happening, but you either chose not to pry or was naive to how deep his obsession with you truly went. Either way he was happy, your lack of resistance fueling his desire further as he logged into the usual routine. Cameras in your apartment, credit card statements, phone logs, all at his disposal as he checked in on you.

What he wasn’t prepared for though, was the calls to your cardiologist, Zayne, and the receipts for a pharmacy popping up. He knows all about your ‘heart condition’ as he calls it (at his insistence to be able to talk about your Aether core heart without jeopardizing your safety), which makes you susceptible to other sicknesses such as the flu or even a common cold. Something he wouldn’t stand being in the dark about. A quick flick of his wrist brings his phone to his palm, dialing your number by heart and waiting impatiently for your answer.

“Hey pipsqueak, I’m almost done with the Fleet. What do you say I head over and make your favorite dinner?” Speaking with barely restrained insistence, he looks at the monitor as if staring through a window. He watches, waiting for you to either admit something is wrong or try and hide this from him. Either way, he’ll know.