Another flash fic request! It was hard to find a reason for these two to meet up and smooch at first, but it came together in the end. This isn’t 100% canon-compliant, but that’s okay.
The clack of 2B’s heels echoed through the halls of the Bunker. It was relatively empty — most of the other androids were likely at Command, or on a mission on the surface. She couldn’t feel the cold that crept through each section of the base as she passed through, matched with the dark expanse of space that sat outside. 2B didn’t know why the Bunker had windows. Anything that needed to be seen could be through the numerous high-tech sensors that adorned the Bunker’s exterior. But she didn’t see the need in asking why, either. It seemed to have always been this way. And sometimes 2B would look out at the stars glittering out in front of her when she looked out the window. She would never admit it to anyone if they asked, but she enjoyed the view.
2B had a day off. It was a rarity in her line of work, but even androids needed to rest. As her Pod would constantly point out, work with no sign of stopping was detrimental to her performance, which in turn was detrimental to the mission as a whole. She would rather have been back out on the field, but the last thing 2B needed was a reprimand from the Commander. Plus, she had already been tied up with plans at this point.
2B made some cross between a grimace and a smirk when she remembered it. She and 9S were in the City Ruins on reconnaissance when 2B received a call.
“Operator 6O to Combat Unit 2B!” came the sing-song voice on the other end of the line. 2B accepted the communication.
“2B here. What do you need, 6O?”
“Command wanted to notify you that you have a mandatory day off tomorrow!”
2B flinched. “Is it…really mandatory?”
“Yes, 2B! Gosh, a bit of rest wouldn’t kill you you know!”
2B sighed at her operator’s admonishment. “I suppose so. Fine. I’ll report in for my rest day tomorrow.”
There was silence on the other end of the line. 2B frowned.
“You should still be on the line. Signal’s clear,” 9S said, checking his systems.
“6O? Can you hear me?” 2B asked.
“So then 2B…that means you don’t have any plans tomorrow, do you?” 6O said in whisper of a voice.
“What? Of course not. You just told me I have time off.”
“Great! So that means we can go on a date tomorrow, right?”
If 2B were human, she would have broken out into a cold sweat. It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested in 6O — she actually was, though she’d die before admitting it to anyone that asked. She just wasn’t prepared to go on a date so soon. And yet, she had no excuse to dodge the meeting. 2B was caught in 6O’s trap.
“I suppose…I don’t have a choice do —”
Before 2B could finish her sentence, 6O’s high-pitched squeal shot through on the other end of the line, nearly causing 2B to short-circuit. It was more powerful than some of the EMP blasts she had been subjected to in battle.
“Yes! Okay, I’ll give you the details later, but we’ll meet tomorrow at 1600 hours! Don’t be late! Operator 6O out!”
The connection closed. 2B was left to look out at the horizon as a breeze ruffled her skirt, too shocked to move or speak.
Thusly did 2B make her way to 6O’s appointed coordinates. She was in a part of the Bunker she never found herself visiting. A pleasant smell was wafting through the door in front of her. This was probably the place.
2B opened the door to let herself in, and found herself face-to-face with…
“What is this?” 2B asked aloud.
It was unlike anything she had ever seen before. Rather than the usual silver and black walls, 2B had found herself in a small room with wooden panels on all sides. Pictures adorned the walls, and light blue and green streamers hung in the rafters above her. A handful of other androids were sitting at different tables, and they had drinks in their hands. This was some sort of…coffee shop?
Before 2B could ruminate further, she saw an overly energetic hand waving towards her from the corner of the room.
“Over here!” 6O called out. She had replaced her usual uniform with an elegant black and yellow dress. She looked more adorable than ever.
Subsequently, 2B felt very under-dressed.
The android cleared her throat, before making her way to 6O’s table.
“6O,” she said, giving a bow. Was it too polite? Oh damn, she was already messing up. 2B tried to bulldoze her way past her paralyzation and sat down.
“Has this place always been here?” she asked. 6O chuckled.
“Yes, silly! The Bunker Cafe has been here forever. It’s a spot where androids can relax when they’re not on the job. You’ve just never seen it because you never take a day off, and when you do you spend all your time sleeping in your room!”
“It seemed like the most optimal use of my time in regards to the mission…” 2B replied. 6O passed the woman a menu that she began to peruse.
“It’s built to mimic the same structures that humans would spend their time relaxing in,” 6O said as 2B examined the menu.
“They sure were strange creatures.” Still, she was intrigued by the whole concept. It seemed that Nines’ curious nature was beginning to rub off on her.
“What are you ordering?” 2B asked. She almost never ate human food, even though she had the capability, because it was unecessary. She figured it best to defer to 6O, who was fascinated by human meals.
“Lunar tea!” the girl replied, grinning. “It’s the best thing you can drink here!”
“I’ll get the same then,” 2B replied. “And a plate of biscuits as well.” She wasn’t interested in them, but she noticed 6O eyeing the ones on a table next to them a few times. 2B could tell she made the right decision when 6O’s eyes lit up.
“Make sure to share!” she said. 2B smiled.
The Cafe wasn’t exactly busy, so the pair’s tea and snacks came to them quickly. 2B picked up one of the biscuits. It was circular, and had a face baked into it with two large round eyes and a wide grin spread across it.
“Creepy,” 2B said, before taking a bite.
“How’s field work going?” 6O asked. 2B crossed one leg over the other and took a sip from her drink, which was surprisingly tasty.
“Fine,” she replied. “There hasn’t been much in the way of unusual activity. We just perform our usual recon missions before returning to base.”
6O sighed. “I would kill to go to the surface,” she said, pouting. “It looks so beautiful. I wanna see it all in person!”
“Operators have no reason to go to the surface,” 2B said matter-of-factly. 6O stuck her tongue out at the woman, causing her to blink in surprise.
“Haven’t you ever wanted to do something just because you wanted to, 2B? Like yeah, missions are important, but isn’t there anything you want yourself?”
This was the part of 6O that 2B was always thrown off by. She seemed to not have a filter on anything she said, even for an Operator unit. 2B put her hand under her chin in thought.
“I suppose…I haven’t,” she said. “Oh!”
6O leaned forward. “Oh?”
“I did want to see you today. That was for myself.” 2B nodded, content with her answer. She noticed that 6O had covered her face with her hands.
“6O?” she asked, puzzled. “Are you alright?”
“Blghhhaa, 2B!” she said, her voice muffled by her hands. “You can’t just say stuff like that out of nowhere!”
“I was answering your question,” 2B said. 6O waved her hands in front of her.
“Just forget about it!”
The two women went on with their cafe meals, chatting about missions they had worked on and Bunker gossip that 6O had heard while on the job. She idly spinned the straw in her tea, staring into its depths when she next spoke.
“I’m glad you said yes to this,” she said, quieter than she usually was. “I was afraid you wouldn’t.”
2B’s eyes widened. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Well…the last girl I asked out turned me down…”
This was something 2B hadn’t heard about.
6O blushed. “Yeah…I kinda liked her, but…I don’t know, I guess I wasn’t good enough. Sorry, this isn’t exactly a date topic, is it?”
2B shook her head. “I’m glad she said no.”
“If she had said yes, I wouldn’t have been able to be here with you.”
6O was near to tears. Her cheeks were flushed red.
“Two-beeeee,” she said, finally letting out a sob. 2B pat the girl’s hand, flustered herself.
“Get a hold of yourself, 6O,” she said as gently as she could muster.
The girls left the cafe twenty minutes later. 2B stretched, letting out a cat-like yawn.
“I have to admit. That was nice.”
“Wasn’t it?” 6O replied, bouncing on her toes. 2B nodded
“I’ll walk you back to Command,” she said.
The pair made their way through the Bunker’s hall. 2B had passed through them numerous times with collegues, but walking with 6O, she couldn’t help but perceive a sort of warmth in them, even if she knew it wasn’t there. She stopped herself from smiling before 6O could notice.
They arrived at the front entrance of Command a short while later. 6O turned to 2B, hands clasped together as she looked more at 2B’s feet than at 2B herself.
“Well, this is my stop,” she said, giving a nervous chuckle.
“It is,” 2B replied. “Oh yes, one last thing.”
2B popped open the containment slot built into her thigh, and pulled out a bright white flower. She offered it to 6O, who gasped.
“A Lunar Tear, yes. You mentioned wanting to see one before, so I got one on the way back to Base yesterday. It’s yours.”
2B placed the Lunar Tear in 6O’s hair. It blended brillianty with the girl’s blond locks. 2B took a step back, admiring her placement.
“I think it looks good. What about you, 6O?”
In answer, 6O rushed forward, pulling 2B into a hug before looking up to kiss her. 2B was shocked for half a second, before she wrapped her arms around the girl, kissing her in turn. They stayed like that for a while, held in each others arms, before finally letting each other go.
“I hope you get another day off soon, 2B,” 6O said. She turned on her heel and rushed into Command. 2B watched her leave.
“Me too,” she whispered.
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