Mister GPF Press Secretary

Posted on Sat Jul 5th, 2025 @ 1:54pm by Kilena Keithron & Fraser Rehami
Edited on on Sat Jul 5th, 2025 @ 2:02pm

542 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Graduation Day
Location: GPF Officer Quarters
Timeline: 07:02 Hours April 18th, 2051

Fraser watched Kilena as she stood before the mirror, a soft smile playing on his lips. Quietly, he slipped into the room and stepped up behind her, surrounding her with his easy presence and the kind of comfort that had become second nature between them.

“How long have you been standing here, trying to tame your hair?” he teased gently, his tone warm with amusement. He’d heard his alarm go off at 6 a.m., and she had already been up and showered long before then.

Kilena let out a small laugh, leaning back against him with a sigh of contentment. It still amazed her how natural this felt now, how easy it was to simply be with him. The memories from the other universe had finally settled in her mind, knitting seamlessly with the ones from this life. She could remember the journey they had taken together, the life they had built, and the depth of love she felt for him. Fraser was the man who had shown her it was all right to let her guard down, to feel deeply, to embrace more than just the persona of the Pink Ranger. He had taught her that vulnerability was not weakness, it was strength of a different kind. Even for a Kerovian who had grown up as someone important daughters.

And today, she thought with a quiet, blossoming smile, was what it was all about. “Well, it’s not every day that I graduate from the Academy, is it? This is what the last year has been building towards.” She sighed softly, turning to look up at him with a wry smile. “About two hours,” she admitted when she saw the knowing look in his eyes.

Fraser chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. He was careful, aware of her makeup and conscious that her lips, though undeniably beautiful, were not quite his shade. He had been trying hard lately to avoid turning up to work with tell-tale traces of lipstick.

“It’s just another day,” he teased gently, his voice low and amused. “You sit through a few speeches, walk across a stage, shake a couple of hands… It is basically like a battle briefing mixed with a community initiative.” He smirked, deliberately framing it in terms she heard daily, knowing it would earn him an eye-roll at best. It did indeed earn him an eye-roll, along with a soft huff of amusement as she turned back to the mirror to finish fixing her hair.

“Easy for you, mister GPF Press Secretary,” she retorted, a playful edge to her voice. The title made Fraser roar with laughter, the sound unusual to anyone other than ber as he kissed her forehead again.

“I still had to complete the Academy,” he pointed out with mock indignation. “I’m a Lieutenant, thank you very much. Even press secretaries need to know how to throw a punch and fire a weapon if the situation calls for it.” His tone was light, but there was an underlying truth in his words. Kilena smirked at his reflection in the mirror, shaking her head fondly. “But for now I suppose they better make breakfast for their wife.” He realised leaving her to finish up.

 

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