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“Cam?” said Bishop, when she answered her apartment door. “Do you have any idea what day it is?”
“I… no,” Mitchell admitted. He was still in his uniform, with the insignia removed, and he looked tired, like he’d just gotten off of work. “End of December… not Christmas… am I close?”
She laughed and stepped back to let him in. “It’s the twenty-sixth. Boxing day.”
“Does that mean you have leftovers?” he asked, brightening.
“I do, as a matter of fact. But I can’t say I was expecting guests.”
“Oh,” said Mitchell. “Sorry, Ellie, I didn’t even think. My team got picked up by the Daedalus on our last mission and since we were about a week overdue for leave, they offered to beam us down anywhere.”
“And you wanted to come here?” she asked, surprised.
He smiled, ducking his head. “If you don’t mind. I don’t expect much.”
“So… leftovers and Monty Python sounds good to you?” said Bishop, already heading to the kitchen to pull plastic containers out of the fridge.
“Hell, yes,” he agreed, then paused, “Holy Grail or Flying Circus?”
She laughed. “I think we have time for both.”
Mitchell grinned. “Knew there was a reason I liked you.”
THE END