Kira Ford

Kira slowed reached for the dagger under her pillow. A noise had stirred her from her sleep. She needed to be ready for anything.

"Whoa! Kira!" Tommy stood there, hands up in surrender. "It's me."

She relaxed considerably and lowered the knife. "Oh my God, you scared the hell out of me."

"My house, my room."

She sighed and flopped back against the pillow, sliding the blade back into it's hiding place. "I know. Just forgot where I was for a second."

He shook his head as he looked around the room. "Yeah. I was just coming to check on you. Which, by the way, is something you should get used to while you're here."

"Go to sleep, Dr. O," she mumbled. "I can take care of myself."

She heard him sigh and felt the bed shift as he sat. "You're sleeping in my bed. I think we can drop the formalities."

"Not like we're gonna have sex, Tommy." She paused a second. "Unless, ya know...you want to."

"Kira."

"Right. Not funny."

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