New Fic - Coffee Wars
Fandom: Buzz Lightyear of Star Command
Rating: PG, just to be on the safe side
Disclaimer: They belong to Disney and Pixar; I'm not making any profits.
Notes: This is the sequel of midnightzstorm's Coffee=Addiction, and takes place in the timeline of One Hundred Days, though I dunno if it's part of the canon or not.
Prompt: Morning Coffee, kinda
He knew, when King Nova actually expressed concern for his life, that he was in trouble. Despite a measured level of tolerance between them, Buzz still was well-aware that his father-in-law didn't like him. So, when the King had taken him aside after Mira announced that she was expecting, Buzz hadn't quite known what to expect.
"Be very, very careful," the King had said, earnestly, a note of intensity in his voice that was downright unnerving.
Already feeling a little like his head was in a noose, Buzz had raised an eyebrow and had backed up a step. "Why?"
"Tangean women who are with child become... volatile."
"Well, I know women can get moody, but--"
King Nova had leaned forward, eyes wide. "How do you think my nose was broken?"
That had been very early on, and while Mira had gotten a little more irritable (and who could blame her, since she couldn't find anything to eat that didn't make her sick?) it still wasn't bad. The King's urgent warning became less ominous, and Star Command's finest ranger was sure that he could handle whatever was going to happen.
Buzz cringed. How utterly, fatally wrong he was.
Mira paced the kitchen angrily, holding the empty paper cup with the Earthbucks logo, labeled with a very pretty and incriminating script saying 'Espresso'. It was obvious that she was furious. And, given the dark circles under her eyes, probably suffering caffeine withdrawal and sleeplessness on top of it.
"It's technically not coffee," Buzz tried to explain, and realized before he even finished saying it that he just should have kept his mouth shut.
She whirled and gave him a glare. He was sure she was going to slap him. Instead, though, she clenched her fist and crumpled the cup, voice dangerously low. "I don't even know what to say."
Neither did he, so he belatedly kept his mouth shut and waited for her mood to swing yet again (as it was apt to do about every five minutes) and hoped that when it did, it would swing in a more fair direction.
Sure enough, it swung. Mira tossed the crumbled cup into the trash, then just started sobbing. "I can't believe you would do this to me! All I want is a cup of nice, hot coffee. Just one little coffee cup when I wake up in the morning, and we could sit at the table, and then go to work, and I wouldn't have to feel all queasy, and--" she kept going.
Okay, so this was worse than being yelled at. Despite the fact that she was apt to break down in tears at least twice a day in recent weeks (and sometimes many, many more, depending), Buzz still couldn't stand it. So, just like he did when she broke down in tears the day before because her jeans were too tight to wear anymore, he put his arms around her. "It's... well, uh, it'll be back to normal before you know it, and uhm..." All right, he should have kept his mouth shut.
"It's not fair!"
"I'll give up my caffeine, no matter what it's named." Anything so she wouldn't cry. He would probably kick himself for that later, but desperate times...
"Really?" Mira pulled her head back off of his shoulder, looking at him with those wide blue eyes, and Buzz knew there was no pulling out of the deal now.
"Really," he replied.
Her mood shifted yet again, and she planted a firm kiss on his cheek before practically bounding out of the room. "That's so sweet! Thanks, honey. Now, I've gotta go buy some new jeans."
She was not normally like this; she was, in a nutshell, beautiful and intelligent and tough and brave and kind. He knew that hormones or something were throwing her off, making her unstable and a little bit shrewish. And she did have sometimes hours where she was just plain, normal, wonderful Mira... just not enough of them lately.
As he heard the engine start on her Vette, Buzz wondered a little about how he was going to deal with an exceedingly moody and pregnant wife, and no caffeine. No morning coffee. No afternoon coffee. No evening coffee. He hoped ice cream would be enough.
He flopped down in a kitchen chair, thumped his head down on the table and just muttered, "Craters."