Who: Frost and Lucifer
Where: The Lounge
When: 226407.23, evening
What: Lucifer has earned the right to gloat
Rating: PG, probably
Status: Complete
Frost really was glad to be back on the Enterprise, away from everything that had happened at home over the last six months with some space to think and decide who exactly she wanted to be. This ship, with all its oddities and its people from so many different worlds was the perfect respite. She could stay busy, make new friends, and decide just how much of Caitlin Snow was still inside of her.
She was genuinely pleased by the warm reception from the people who were still here. It was hard to imagine what it must have been like for them, being here all this time. But she was glad for the familiar faces, in particularly Lucifer's. Of all the friends she'd made, of all the pep talks she'd had, the devil had known how to reach her. How to make her see that she didn't have to be evil, that she could control it. And he was right.
Frost walked into the lounge and looked around. It was quiet for a weekend evening, which maybe made this easier. She crossed the room to her friend, all smiles, her platinum curls bouncing out behind her. "Lucifer."