* * *
Captain Crane was seriously tired of the current state of affairs
and wanted it to be over with one way or another.
The three aliens in the room were standing in the same spots that
they had occupied since bringing everyone here hours ago.
Most of the men were sitting on the floor.
Cookie had given everyone something to eat, but everyone picked at
the meal, giving anxious looks at their guards.
The aliens were like statues, unmoving, watching over the room,
seemingly not caring what anyone did as long as they didn’t try to
“I could throw a pan of oil on one and then a match,”
Cookie had offered quietly at one point, but Lee had shaken his head at
the idea. They didn’t have
enough oil here in the room to douse all three of their guards and even if
they did, Lee was fairly certain that the smoke alarms and other noise
would bring more of the aliens down on them.
Lee had seen several more of the beings pass by the open cabin
door, so he knew there were more aboard the Seaview, probably a lot more
since some of the aliens would be occupied with guarding the rest of the
crew. Unless everyone else was dead, he thought a little grimly,
but then pushed the thought from his mind.
He had to believe the rest of the crew was fine until he had
evidence to the contrary.
The Seaview shuddered at one point and several of the men
that were standing were tossed to the deck.
The aliens swayed with the movement, but otherwise did not react to
the vessel’s shaking. The trembling lasted for several minutes and Lee looked
around himself at where the nearest bulkheads were with concern as the
hull groaned audibly. Something
was happening, but he had no clue what.
He wanted to get a status report, wanted to know if the Seaview was
taking damage, but their guards looked undisturbed by the rather ominous
sounding things going on around them and so he could do nothing.
As suddenly as the shaking and sounds started, they stopped again,
then all fell into silence. Lee
didn’t know what to think at that point, but he didn’t think any of
what had happened boded well.
Not long after, a din arose from somewhere nearby.
There were shouts and what sounded like some sort of weapon’s
fire and some crashes and general mayhem.
To Lee’s surprise, none of the guards in the room reacted to this
any more than they had reacted to the Seaview shaking.
They stood perfectly still, guarding the people in the room right
up until the time that a huge, dark skinned man strode into the room,
snapped the neck of the nearest alien, lifted a metal tube at another and
shot some sort of energy burst while demanding, “Stay down!”
This was probably directed to everyone except the aliens, since the
one that the energy beam struck glowed for a moment, then disintegrated
into a pile of smoking black ash. The
third alien began to rush toward the huge man, but was greeted with
another blast from the weapon. At
the same instant, the first alien, his head hanging at an impossible angle
from his plainly shattered neck, rose up from the floor behind their
rescuer, but before Lee or anyone else could shout a warning, the large
man turned to him and deftly dodged the blow directed at his head.
Growling, the huge man swung back at the alien, sending him back to
the ground, where he was dealt with as had his fellow guards.
Lee looked at the new arrival in shock.
The man was large and muscular, with long, braided, black hair
which was tied back. He looked human, but something told Lee that he wasn’t, at
least not entirely. He wore a
skin tight chain mail vest which left his arms bare except some gauntlets.
These had boney spikes sticking out of them.
Lee thought they were some sort of weird decoration until he saw
them flutter and he realized they were part of the man’s arms.
The man looked imperiously around the room and snarled, “Would
any of you be Captain Lee Crane?”
Lee didn’t know if they’d just gone from bad to worse,
but he stood up, squaring his shoulders as he looked into the man’s
impassive brown eyes and said, “I am.”
The man raised an eyebrow and stated, “I am Tyr Anasazi
out of Victoria by Barbarossa, Weapons Officer of the Andromeda Ascendant,
High Guard Heavy Cruiser of the Line. Your presence is requested on the Command Deck of this vessel
by your Admiral Nelson and Captain Dylan Hunt, also of the Andromeda
Ascendant. I have also been
instructed to give you these.” He
tossed a pack to Lee then said, “You point them at what you want
destroyed and press this, then this and this” he held up the tube that
he had used to disintegrate the aliens and indicated a line of buttons on
it, pointing at three in turn, “and what you are aiming at won’t
trouble you further. Now, if
you will excuse me, I have vermin to exterminate.”
And with that, he turned and left the room, marching off, most
likely hunting down more of the aliens.
Ro asked, sounding baffled.
Lee turned to her, rather surprised himself.
“You know who that was?”
“Harper talked about a Tyr who served on the Andromeda
with him,” Ro replied, still sounding confused.
“Tyr just said that he’s the Weapon’s Officer of the
Andromeda Ascendant, didn’t he?”
Lee nodded, starting to put some pieces of this together
himself. “And Harper said
that Dylan Hunt was the Captain of the Andromeda,” he continued, then
yanked opened the bag. Inside
were more of the tube shaped weapons that Anasazi had destroyed the aliens
with. “Patterson, did you
see how he said to activate these weapons?” Lee asked, pulling one of
them out of the bag and looking it over more closely.
It was surprisingly heavy for a tube and Lee wondered what happened
if a different combination of buttons was hit.
He glanced at the still lightly smoking piles of ash and decided he
didn’t need to know that badly.
“Yes, sir,” Patterson said coming over to him.
these out with instructions, but... be selective,” Lee said, nodding
meaningfully at one of the piles of ash. The last thing he needed was for someone with an itchy
trigger finger to wipe out a crew mate.
Patterson nodded somberly, saying, “Yes, sir,” and
started to turn away. Ro
relieved him of one of the weapons before he could finish, but he didn’t
argue the matter with her.
“If that was Tyr, I can’t wait to see what Captain Hunt
looks like,” Ro commented as Patterson moved off into a crowd of waiting
“Then let’s go take a look at him,” Lee said.
“Mister O’Brien, can you take charge here?
I want you to set up search parties of whoever is armed with
these,” he hefted his own rod up, “and I want this boat searched from
stem to stern. If you find
Mister Anasazi or anyone else that doesn’t look like those grey skinned
things, I wanted them escorted to the Control Room immediately.
I think we can take care of things now.”
“Yes, sir,” O’Brien said with a wide grin and nodding
with a wince. His neck was
bruised and probably hurt like hell, but that wasn’t going to slow the
man down now that he had a weapon in hand and the knowledge that it would
work against the invaders. Lee
didn’t worry about leaving O’Brien in charge at all and marched off to
the Control Room to see what was waiting for him there.
“Do you think the Admiral got through to the Institute
somehow and Harper contacted his old ship to get us some help?” Ro asked
as she marched right along with him.
“I don’t think that Anasazi person was human,” Lee said, his
Ro’s brow knit. “He looked like a huge African American man to me.”
“Those boney things on his forearms, they were part of
him,” Lee told her. “I
don’t think he is from America or Africa.
I don’t even think he’s from Earth.
Harper... do you suppose he’s not from Earth either?
Is that why he seemed so strange to us?”
Ro looked perplexed, but seemed to shrug it off.
“Harper’s human. Doctor
Jamieson would have known if he wasn’t.”
“Unless he isn’t and that’s why Jamieson agreed to
treat him rather than sending him to a hospital when he nearly died,”
Lee suggested. “He’s from
the future, in any case. Dom
told me that much and the Admiral confirmed it.
That Andromeda Ascendant is the ship he served on in the future.
So how are Anasazi and Hunt here?
Or did the aliens pull us into the future somehow?”
Ro suddenly looked like she had gotten a headache.
“I think we need to talk to the Admiral and this Dylan Hunt
person and get to the bottom of this,” she said.
“I wonder if Dom is with them.
She ought to hear this. After
all, she’s engaged to the possible alien from the future.
Wait. She wouldn’t
have had time to make it to the nose before everything went nuts, which is
why she wasn’t with you and the rest of the Control Room watch.
I didn’t think about it until now, but I know that she would have
probably hidden out somewhere, but where is she supposed to hide in case
of aliens, whether they’re from the future or not?”
Lee shook his head. “I
don’t know. It’s probably just as well.
The alien leader was looking for her and I could honestly say that
I didn’t know where she was. I’m
hoping she’s with the Admiral, otherwise I’ll have Patterson go find
her. After all, he’s the
one that told her where to hide if things got hairy.
I’m sure she’s fine.” Ro
seemed unconvinced. She
frowned and hurried their pace a little.
Lee noticed several more smoldering piles of ash along the way and
wondered exactly how many aliens were dead and how many were still around.
As they stepped into the Control Room, the Admiral and a
tall, strong looking man with brown hair and blue eyes turned to them.
They were both holding the tube weapons and wearing some sort of
dark grey armor. “Lee,” the Admiral said with a relieved smile.
“I thought you would be here.”
“The aliens moved us,” Lee said, looking the stranger up
and down. He didn’t have
the boney things coming out of his arms and looked human, but that
didn’t mean anything. “Tyr
Anasazi said that you would be here with a Captain Hunt,” Lee said,
giving Hunt a suspicious look.
“That would be me,” Hunt said with a soft smile.
His voice sounded strange, almost like it was echoing, but he
extended a hand and continued, “Dylan Hunt, Captain of the Andromeda
Ascendant.” Lee took the
man’s hand, but was still not at all sure he trusted this person.
The timing of his arrival was certainly suspect.
“Rowena Simmons, Chief Engineer,” Ro introduced herself,
making no effort to hide the fact that she was looking the man over
carefully. “After what
Harper had to say about you, I half expected you to glow with a heroic
Hunt let out a sigh and said, “Yes, well, Harper tends to embellish, especially when he’s talking to women. Your friend, Doctor Babin recommended you if I had any Engineering needs.”
Lee frowned. How would Hunt know Dom, much less have spoken with her about
the Seaview’s crew? He
turned to Admiral Nelson, who seemed relaxed about the entire situation
and asked, “Where is Dom? Where
is the Seaview, for that matter?”
Nelson made a calming gesture, saying, “Miss Babin is
aboard Captain Hunt’s ship. Actually,
we all are now. Barris took
the Seaview from Earth and Seamus liberated her from Barris’ ship with
the Andromeda’s help, then Captain Hunt, his weapons officer and I came
aboard to get rid of Barris’ forces on the Seaview itself.”
“We met Anasazi,” Lee said with a frown.
“He gave us these,” he indicated the weapon in his hand,
“then went off after more of Barris’ people.
I feel more comfortable if we handled any remaining intruders
“I don’t blame you,” Hunt said, then nudged a button
on his collar. “Tyr, are
you engaging the enemy at the moment?”
“No,” came Anasazi’s voice dimly, “They seem to have
withdrawn after the initial rush. The
Seaview’s personnel are armed if they decide to return.”
Dylan glanced at the tube in Lee’s hand.
“Yes, I know. Go
back the Andromeda and stand guard over Harper and Doctor Babin again.
I don’t trust Barris to leave them alone indefinitely.
Hunt out.” He nudged
the button again and said, “Andromeda, we’re secure here.
Tell Harper he did a great job and make sure he gets back to bed
and that Doctor Babin stays with him.
Hunt out.” He looked
back to them again.
“How did Dom get aboard your ship?
How did Harper get here at all?” Lee questioned Hunt, not liking
how the man was taking command over everything.
“Barris took Seamus from the Institute and tried to force
my hand by torturing him in front of me,” Nelson said with a look of
barely restrained anger.
Lee was a little taken aback.
Barris had hurt Harper? “Is
Harper all right?” he asked, concerned.
Harper had been putting up a brave front, but Lee knew he hadn’t
fully recovered from being ill.
“He will be,” Nelson said with a curt nod, which meant
that Barris had done something to Harper, hurt him in some way.
“The Seaview would still be trapped on Barris’ ship if not for
him.” That came as a bit of
a relief. Harper was able to
get around all right and do complicated tasks, it seemed, so Lee guessed
whatever had happened to Harper hadn’t been too bad.
Or maybe it had, Lee thought, considering that Hunt had ordered
Harper to bed. Perhaps he had been badly hurt, but had been able to help
rescue the Seaview from the aliens somehow despite that. Lee felt his lips go flat for a moment thinking that he owed
Harper for his part in saving the Seaview again. The little engineer probably would never let him forget that!
“Dom’s all right, isn’t she?” Ro asked a bit
“She’s fine,” Hunt assured her.
“Barris was looking for her, probably wanting to use her
to force my hand like he tried with Seamus.
Anasazi found her first and took her somewhere safe,” Nelson
said. “The important thing
is that we have weapons we can use against Barris now and that he’s not
holding the Seaview for ransom any more.
We’ll find a way to get back to Earth and our proper time.”
“We moved in time?” Ro asked.
“How is that possible?”
“Barris has that power.
He’s incredibly dangerous,” Nelson replied.
“What is he?” Lee asked.
“What is Anasazi, for that matter?
Is Harper even human?”
Hunt smiled and laughed softly.
“Harper’s human. He was even born on Earth, near Boston somewhere from what
he’s said. I’m human,
too, but I was born on a heavy gravity world called Tarn Vedra.
Because of that, I’m a little stronger than most people.
Tyr is a Nietzschean, a race of genetically altered humans.
We aren’t any threat to you, Captain Crane.”
“Barris is who we need to worry about,” Nelson said,
nodding to Hunt’s words. “I
think he isn’t finished with us quite yet and I’m still not entirely
sure what he’s after.”
“I think we’re going to be finding out soon and I
don’t think it’s going to be anything good,” Hunt agreed.
“We all need to be especially careful for now.”
Just then, Chip came into the Control Room with several men
from the second watch. “Lee,
Admiral, what’s going on here?” he asked, looking over Hunt
suspiciously. Lee sighed.
Whatever was going on, it wasn’t over.
From what the Admiral and Hunt had just said, it wasn’t over by a
Dom stood over Seamus, stroking his head gently, watching
him. He looked like he
was asleep, but was still and unresponsive to anything she did to him.
She frowned as she looked at the thick wire coming from the metal
disk in his neck. She had hated watching him insert that metal probe into the
disk, into his brain. She
knew he said that it was all right, that it wouldn’t hurt him, that he
could work more efficiently and using a lot less energy this way, but she
still didn’t like it. Seamus
had a metal stick in his head and even though his body was lying limp in
the chair next to her, his mind was somewhere in the ship’s computer.
Could he be trapped this way if that alien came back and did
somehow cut his mind off from his body?
Dom shuddered at the thought, then stroked his head again and
waited worriedly, unable to do anything else.
Suddenly Seamus’ eyes opened wide and he sat up a little,
fumbling awkwardly for the wire in his neck.
He probably would have normally used his presently incapacitated
right hand to do it, so Dom carefully took hold of it wire and pulled it
out, glad to do it. “Thanks,
Babe,” he said tiredly, smiling at her as he let himself fall back
Dom felt better now at Seamus’ mind and body were
reunited. He looked tired,
but he’d looked tired before he’d gone into the computer.
“How did it go? Is everything all right?” she asked, thinking that if the
Seaview was safe, Seamus would rest without arguing about it. It would certainly make her feel better about basically
standing around doing nothing.
“The Seaview’s all snug in Hanger Bay Seven,” he
replied, looking as relieved about it as she felt.
A hologram of a dark haired, dark eyed woman appeared next
to them, saying, “Dylan, Tyr, and Admiral Nelson are all aboard the
Seaview. They are meeting
“No one’s hurt? What sort resistance?” Dom found herself asking worriedly
before she really thought about it.
“Do they need our help?” Seamus asked, making her regret
her words. He was in no shape
to help anyone.
“Harper, your glucose and electrolyte levels are extremely
low. You need to eat
something with some sugar and potassium in it, preferably some fruit, then
sleep some more,” the Andromeda told him sternly. “Doctor Babin will bring you to your quarters.
I’ll send a Maria bot there with some food.”
“But if the Admiral and Dylan need us...” Seamus started
to argue. Dom laid a hand
gently on his cheek, silencing him as he looked up at her.
“They need you not to collapse,” she told him.
“Your body is trying to heal from some pretty severe injuries and
a recent illness. You have to help things by eating right and resting or
you’re going to be back in critical care with those oxygen tubes you
hate so much. You got the
Seaview here safely. That’s
enough. The Admiral and Dylan
and Tyr will handle the rest.”
Seamus looked torn for a moment, then nodded, closed his
eyes and laid his head against her hand for a moment.
“You’re right,” he murmured softly.
“You’re right and I’m tired and woozy, but I feel grubby and
hungry. I’d really like a
shower, then I’d like to lie down and not move for a while.”
He opened his eyes and looked up at her.
“Will you feed me if I run out of energy with the shower?”
Dom smiled softly at him and stroked his hair.
“Of course.” She
helped him up and he leaned on her a little as they walked back to his
quarters. She helped him to
get mostly undressed once they got there, but turned her eyes away as he
took off his boxer shorts. While
he showered, she stayed close by, equally afraid that he might pass out or
that Barris might show up while Seamus was totally vulnerable again.
She handed him a towel when the water stopped and after he got on
some sleep pants, she rubbed his hair a little drier, then settled him
into bed. He barely got his
blankets tucked up around him when the food the Andromeda promised to send
showed up with a distinctly female looking robot.
There was a nice fruit salad and some cheese, crackers and some
sort of juice. Seamus laid
back against his pillows, alternately feeding himself and letting himself
be fed and talking quietly with her. Dom was just glad to see a little color leak back into his
cheeks once he’d eaten a little. By
the time the light meal was gone, Seamus looked drowsy and content.
“Tyr is on his way,” the Andromeda announced as Dom was
setting the dishes aside. “Dylan
says you did a great job, Harper, and that everyone is safe and sound and
that you’re supposed to get some sleep. You’re back on medical leave at least until your arm is
healed. Possibly longer if
Trance says so.”
“Whatever you say, Rommie.
Thanks,” Seamus said back, looking off vaguely at the ceiling,
then back at Dom’s face. “You look tired too. Come
cuddle up with me? I’ll
sleep nice and quiet for sure then,” he told her reaching up to touch
her face lightly.
Dom smiled at him again.
“All my clothes are aboard the Seaview.
I suppose I could go get some pajamas after Tyr gets here.”
Seamus looked suddenly startled, but the expression faded
quickly. “Just wear some of
my stuff. I’m not that much
bigger than you. They’ll
just be extra loose and comfy,” he replied.
Dom gave him a quizzical look.
“Why don’t you want me going to the Seaview?”
“This Barris dude, he keeps moving people and stuff
around. I want you to stay
with me,” he replied tensely as he stroked his way down her arm.
Dom wanted to argue that nothing would happen in the amount of time
that it took to get a few things from the Seaview, but considering the
aliens’ attack in the Andromeda’s Sickbay, she wasn’t so sure that
was true. She still shuddered
when she remembered Barris demanding Seamus’ death. She could only be a little reassured that he seemed unwilling
or unable to do the horrible deed himself.
“We have suitable women’s attire in stores, Harper,”
the Andromeda cut in before Dom could respond.
“I’ll send some things to Harper’s cabin for you, Doctor
“Rommie, no High Guard uniforms,” Seamus cautioned her,
looking a little miffed for some reason.
“No, of course not. I
was thinking more along the lines of sleep wear and some exercise clothing
similar to what Doctor Babin is currently wearing.
I’ll send the clothing right away.
Let me know if you want anything else, Doctor Babin.
After all, you are our honored guest,” the Andromeda replied
casually, seemingly unaware of Seamus’ tone or the growing displeasure
on his face.
“That would be...nice.
Thank you,” Dom said uncertainly.
She stroked Seamus’ hair saying, “What’s with the face?”
Seamus tried to alter his expression, but couldn’t seem to
manage it. “I’m too tired
for this,” he grumbled, frowning, then pursed his lips in frustration
and let out a sigh before continuing.
“Dylan wants us to stay, apparently.”
“Well, you are his ship’s engineer.
Of course he wants you to stay,” Dom replied, not getting what
the big deal was.
“No, not me. Uh, yes me, but you too.
Us. He wants both of
us to stay. He has the idea
that you could help him with diplomatic stuff.
I told Rommie that it’s crazy talk, that you don’t even speak
Galactic Common or anything, but that’s what Dylan wants all the same. Like I said, crazy talk, right?
Don’t worry about it. I’m
going with you when we figure out how to get the Seaview back where it
belongs. Rommie shouldn’t
be trying to win you over by bribing you with clothes and stuff,
especially when you don’t even know that’s what she’s doing,”
Seamus said irritably.
Dom slumped a little, sighing as she thought about Dylan’s
comments when Rollan had just left. Apparently
he’d been a lot more sincere than she’d thought.
She didn’t know how to begin justifying Dylan’s erroneous
impression that she of all people would make a good diplomat, so she
decided that she wouldn’t worry about it for the time being and she’d
concentrate on getting Seamus less cranky so that he’d rest.
“Then we’ll just have to let her know that while clean
ladies underwear is appreciated, you’re more than capable of providing
for me,” Dom said, kissing him on the cheek and going to the drawer
where she’d seen him take the sleep pants he was wearing from.
“Let’s see,” she hummed, shuffling through the items within.
She came up with a green shirt with some sort of oriental letters
splashed across the front. She
held it up, measuring its size across her chest, saying, “What do you
think? Is it me?”
Seamus laughed suddenly. “What?”
“It says, ‘Sex machine.’
Tyr would bust a gut,” he giggled.
Dom rolled her eyes. “He’s
having entirely too much fun at my expense already,” she said, putting
it back. “Is there anything
in here that doesn’t proclaim sexual prowess in languages I can’t
“There should be a light blue one with something like palm
trees around some waves that says ‘Surf Infinity Atoll.’
I came in forty seventh in a surfing competition there.
Not bad for a part time enthusiast, huh?” he said rather proudly.
“I’m guessing not forty seventh out of fifty,” Dom
said as she looked for the shirt.
“Out of ten thousand.
See? I’m athletic.
Just not brawny, lift large, heavy things over my head athletic,”
Dom held up a shirt that mostly resembled what Seamus had
described. “This one?” He
nodded. She held it out.
It looked like it would be nice and loose on her, probably not bad
for sleeping in. “Okay.
You don’t mind me borrowing it?”
“Of course not,” he replied, then got a lusty grin on
his face. “You’d look
better without it. I’m
kinda looking forward to our first no pajamas necessary evening ‘cause I
know I’m gonna enjoy the view. Still,
with Tyr coming to do his bodyguard thing, probably not the best night for
it tonight, huh?”
Dom wrinkled her nose at him and shook her head.
“That’s okay. Much as I thought I would never say this, I’m wiped and
I’m not up for anything more than a little cuddling,” Seamus sighed,
snuggling back into his pillow.
“Cuddling I can do, provided it won’t hurt your arm,”
“You can snuggle up right here,” Seamus said, patting
the bed to his left.
Just then another female robot came in carrying some clothes
and Tyr arrived moments later. “I’ll go change,” Dom said, taking the clothing into
the bathroom. She found some
underwear and reasonable sleep wear, but substituted Harper’s shirt for
the top that the Andromeda had sent, then got ready for bed.
When she returned, Tyr and Seamus were talking in what was mostly
likely Galactic Common and suddenly fell silent.
She looked from one to the other and said, “What?”
Seamus blushed a little.
“Guy talk,” he said gruffly.
talk,” Dom replied as if that explained everything.
“Are you going to be comfortable sitting there, Tyr?
Is there somewhere else that would be better for you to stand
“This is quite satisfactory,” Tyr replied, laying a
large gun across his lap, his force lance visible in a holster on his hip.
He took out a book, putting an end to the matter by opening it and
beginning to read without further comment.
Dom shrugged to herself, thinking from Seamus’ stories
that Tyr had probably had lots more difficult assignments than this.
She climbed into bed and was greeted with a warm kiss, but Seamus
didn’t move otherwise. He
didn’t seem like he was in pain even though it had been quite some time
since Tyr had given him any sort of medication.
The bruises and cuts were pretty much gone from his face, so Dom
supposed that future medicine was probably quicker and more efficient than
in her day and age. She was
glad he wasn’t in pain anymore. Seeing
him suffering even for a few moments had been horrible.
She was glad that she hadn’t seen him being hurt like the Admiral
had. She didn’t know if she would have been able to bear it.
“Do you want anything before I settle down?” she asked,
thinking he might want some water or something of that nature.
Seamus gave her a sleepy smile and stroked her cheek,
saying, “Everything I need is right here.” For that, she gave him another kiss and then snuggled down
next to him, pulling the blanket up around them.
Seamus made a contented sound as he put his arm loosely around her
and was soon asleep. Dom
cuddled close, listening to him breathe and the soft sounds of Tyr turning
pages and shifting in his chair. She
had wanted to ask what had happened on the Seaview, but supposed it would
wait. Obviously the danger
was not quite past, but that Tyr had returned seemed to indicate that the
Seaview was settled within the Andromeda safely enough.
Now that she was settled and comfortable, Dom found she was
tired herself. How long had
it been since she’d last slept? So
much had happened since then, much of it unnerving.
Dom laid an arm gently over Seamus’ bare stomach, just below
where his broken arm rested and felt his heart beating and his chest
rising and falling slowly. He
had been so brave through everything, still smiling and making jokes.
She loved that about him, loved him more than she had ever loved
anyone. She decided that when
she next saw Dylan, she would ask him if starship captains could marry
people like sea captains could. She
thought Seamus would like that, to be able to let his friends see that he
was happy and that he wouldn’t be alone if they could ever got to go
back to Earth. If they
couldn’t, she didn’t care. Seamus
was right, she thought as she absently stroked his stomach, she had
everything she needed here. She
fell asleep with as soft smile, thinking that she would be happy when
Barris was no longer a threat and she could curl up with Seamus without
another large man in the room. Seamus would finally get his ‘no clothing required’ night
and she knew how happy that would make both of them.
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