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Pamela’s introduction to the Enterprise had been rude, at best. She felt cut off from the green. Many plants on board spoke to her in alien languages, though the ones she could understand did not seem angry. They were cared for, even if the lighting was artificial. Her room in her shared quarters was going to become a mini botany lab, just for her own sanity.

But there was a friendly face on board, and Pamela did not want to seem eager, even as she rushed to the lounge to find Harley. For all the times the blonde psychopath irritated her, there were many times she appreciated her presence.

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Harley sat in the lounge, waiting for Pam. She ordered two fruity drinks and waited excitedly. She adored Pam more than anyone else. She knew it’d be hard for the other woman to be in space, where there was hardly any plant life. So maybe she told the bartender to keep the drinks coming.

When Pam arrived, Harley was wondering if the other woman could even get drunk, since she was immune to toxins. Seeing Ivy made her squeal and jump up, “Pammy!”

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Pamela continued to tell herself she wasn’t eager to see Harley. It was a thin lie, but she did walk into the lounge slowly, languidly turning her head to scan the room. She could feel Harley before she heard her, and heard her before she saw her. She braced herself for the inevitable tackling, sighing the sigh of the long suffering and held her arms out to invite the tackling.

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Harley was only a couple inches shorter than Pam. But she jumped up and wrapped her legs around Pam, adopting a koala-like grip on her. “Pammy! You’re here! I’m so glad! I missed you sooo much already! I’ve been SO bored! Come on, sit down with me.” She didn’t let go, still almost knocking Pam over with her tackle.

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A nearby plant sprouted, catching Pamela in the small of her back before she teetered over. “I don’t think you’ve been here long enough to miss me.”

Undaunted by the woman in her arms, or any looks she might receive, she carried Harley back to her table. Another vine sprouted, this time from Ivy’s arm. It latched onto the back of Harley’s collar and tried to dislodge her. She didn’t really try all that hard - she actually didn’t mind, but she had to put a token effort in.

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Harley grinned, a pointy, nearly psychotic grin. She let the vine pull her away and she sat on her own barstool. “I’ve been here a whole week! A whole week without Poison Ivy is torture!” She then scooted the fruity drink she ordered for them over to Pam.

“You just got here and you come see me first. That’s saying something.”

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Ah, that was that familiar grin. Ivy idly wondered when it had grown on her. She’d forgotten just when and where she’d actually grown fond of Harley, or even when that fondness had turned into love.

“A week without you would have been peaceful, and I don’t know where the botany lab and arboretum are.” Excuses, excuses that didn’t explain the way Pamela’s hand drifted lightly down Harley’s cheek.

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Harley’s grin softened then, a close lipped sleepy smile. She reached up and wrapped her fingers around Pamela’s wrist. “Bah, it would have been boring, and you know it. Maybe we can go for a walk and find it. There’s talk of making me the psych around these parts, so you’ll have to call me Dr. Quinzel in bed!”

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“Then you’d have to call me doctor in bed too. Do you think they need a new botanist?” The only reason Harley wasn’t in Pam’s lap was probably because it would get them kicked out of the lounge. It hadn’t been that long since she’d last seen Harley, but she’d forgotten how easily she gave into her feelings for her.

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“I don’t think we have one of those yet, and you’re completely qualified, top notch, muah.” She put her fingers together like a stereotypical Italian chef complimenting something. Harley put a arm around Pam’s waist, “I see you’re still dressing the part.”

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