"No," I reply petulantly.

He heaves a great sigh and sends aggravated looks towards the bots. They shrug, knowing there's really no moving me once I've set my mind to something. He mutters something about how helpful they are, and goes back to watching TV.

A few moments pass and I place all my letters on the board, then count up the points. Loth starts looking at the board, his eyes zipping about looking for spots and possible words. I know I'm handicapping myself to hell and back playing with a bot that has like a bazillion words in his memory bank, but I can't think of anything else I really want to do.

Raj snorts at the TV and I roll my eyes. Like I'd just yelled his name, he looks over at me in annoyance. "How many damn times are you gonna play that game? It's not like playing Scrabble all day is going to make them come back sooner."

Damn irritating clone logic. I narrow my eyes and go back to watching Loth trying to place a word. It doesn't matter that playing won't make them come back faster; although if it did, I'd probably play for the next six hours.

"Can't we go out somewhere? I'll even go shopping if you just get dressed and do something. Anything," he begs.

"There's nothing wrong with sitting round in my jammies on a Sunday."

"Depends on how long you been wearin the damn things. Since you have been wearing them for two days, I'd say you've reached your limit."

"I have not. Two days? Whatever." I scoff.

'T, except for going to work, has she been out of these pajamas once since they left?"

T looks at Raj then me, trying to decide between the truth or a wailing from either person. Finally, he clears his throat, intent on replying, but Loth cuts him off.

"Nope. She hasn't. And we've been playing Scrabble so long my circuits are fried. Definitely obessessing."

I give him a malevolent glare, and stand up, stalking off to the bedroom. "Bastards. Who are they to criticize me? I went to work! I'm not doing anything wrong!"

I throw myself onto the bed, pouting. Stupid clone. What does he know anyways?

"I know that you miss them, baby. But it's not like they've been gone for long. And they'll be back soon," my mate says, dropping onto the bed beside me.

Okay that's weird. Told you he was a mind reader. I shrug and say, "I know that. I'm just…I don't know. I miss them."

He smiles slightly and curls his body around mine, snuggling in and planting a kiss on the top of my head. "S'okay, pet. Not much time left now."

Sighing, I close my eyes, letting him comfort me. The funny part is that I know he feels the same way. He misses them, too. But since he's all big and bad, he's gotta take care of me. "Hey baby?"

"Yes, pet?"

"It's okay that you miss them, too," I say softly.

He snorts, but his arms wrap around me more tightly, and I know I'm right. It's possible we'll stay right where we are for awhile. Maybe even until they get home. And that's okay, too.

In the other room, I hear, "So can I take over her tiles, mate?"

"No you cannot! Turmoil helps you cheat, and you know it!"

"You'll never prove that, since you can't understand a word she says."

Shaking my head, I snuggle back into my mate, content right where I am.