………~~Back to Normal. Or Not.~~…………..
Dag had lain awake, musing, listening to Adam snoring. He was pressed up against her, sweaty, and his flesh felt feverish. She turned her head toward
the room, scooting out of his reach, feeling desperate for fresh air, cool sheets, silence, and solitude. I really need to think
, she decided,
and slipped out from under the covers.
Adam harrumphed, rolled over, snorted loudly, and then lapsed back into rhythmical snoring. No amount of pushing him, nudging him, elbowing him,
turning him, adjusting his pillow had stopped it.
Three hours she had lain there and every few seconds, as she just
began to drift off (in between snores) she had been awakened again. Now the
artificial dawn they had set before 'retiring' was dimly lighting the quarters.
She had collected her things and walked toward the door. She wondered if anyone else was about. Slipping her slender form into the dressing gown that
hung near it, she activated the periscope that offered her a view of the passageway outside. Everything was quiet.
Wary of how many of them were up and about, and not even certain that everyone had made it back to Ship yet, nor that some of those wishing them harm
had not also stowed away, Dag had put on her usual field clothes, her pistol and knife, her boots (steel-toes), and ruffled her hands through her
hair. Sleep-deprived or no, she wanted to look
alert; less likely to be victimized that way.
She thought over the events of the previous night as she made her way to the bank of lifts that would take her to the working portions of the Yydryl.
She wanted to know who was on the bridge, where they were going, how far they'd gone from Earth (still in orbit? Or in an entirely new galaxy?), but
did not feel confident enough to go there directly from her quarters.
She and Adam had not come back aboard Cecilia… She wasn't sure who had aside from Gert, the old crone. They'd traveled in Akron, arriving first,
and had quickly evacuated from the area for obvious reasons of scattering.
Then she stood on the top level, trying to recall the ship's layout…to decide the best course of action, whether to go to the 'common areas' or 'the
working areas' on level three . She didn't know her way around the ship very well yet, having been aboard for only a brief while before they'd all
arrived on Earth-as-it-Once-Was. But she did recall they had gone 'up' from the loading dock. Perhaps best to start down there, and work her way
When the lift arrived and the door cracked open, Dag had heard a feminine voice say, "Ha ha! Got you now!" in a semi-playful tone, and when the door
slid wide, she found herself face to face with a total stranger whose expression indicated clear victory, or at least a cat-like satisfaction as
though her prey was cornered.
The woman was holding the tip of a twisted towel that she had been spinning, and when her eyes met Dag's, the towel went limp, and her expression
disappeared. Dag looked her up and down; tall, long-legged, lean, copper-haired, flushed face. Looked as though she'd been out in the rain, or
splashed by mud. Dag's brows screwed up in an inquiring fashion, but she was not by any means privy to the entire crew personnel files. For a long
moment the two stood eye to eye silently. Then the red-head cleared her throat, lowered her gaze and head and said, "Excuse me," glancing past Dag
into the passageway.
Dag muttered "Pardon," and they exchanged places without further ado. Once the lift door closed, Dag looked at it, puzzled. Well, at least then she
now knew she and Adam were not alone on the Yydryl.
But that was about it. She'd pressed the port for level three, the docking bay. Who was that woman? She'd have liked to ask, but she was no security
officer, and trusted that Ship knew who was aboard and who was not. The woman had not seemed menacing to her
, but who was to say? At level
two, the lift stopped.
Dag pursed her lips together and wondered why everyone was using the same lift rather than taking advantage of idle ones. This time as the door slid
open, she placed her hands on her hips. And then here eyes grew wider than nenothtu had ever seen them.
He'd been completely nude except for a – sort of improvised -- loin cloth he had, apparently, fashioned from a few of the cloth napkins in the
canteen or bar. His brows were lowered over a very menacing grin, and he had one arm extended and the fingers set wide, as though to grab someone,
quick as a viper. The hand shot at Dag, and then fell to his loin cloth. He crouched over somewhat.
"Dag!" he said. "Erm, uh, I wuz…I just….my cabin had no towels, and…"
"Neno, I see that it is you, not someone in a clone-suit," said Dag calmly, "but, are you all right?"
Neno sputtered, "Ahem, rrmmmph, uh, yup! Just fine, you?"
"Fine!. So, uhm, the person I just saw was… right, she must've been the one bringing you that towel. She's up on one."
"Uh," was the whole of neno's response. Dag had never seen nenothtu flustered (nor even imagined
him in his altogether), but his discomfort
was unmistakable, and she exited the lift and gestured subtly toward it for him to go ahead. She'd find another way down to the docking bay.
Nenothtu blushed, whisked past her with a "Thanks," and began pressing the door-close button repeatedly (although everyone knew this did nothing to
speed up the process).
Dag now stood in the hallway on level two. The lift door closed behind her. Well, at least now she knew nenothtu was also safely aboard. Or, at least,
She smiled to herself and realized now that she was hungry, and could use a stiff drink. Apparently they were open for business, so she had decided to
head for the bar and canteen instead of the docking bay.
That had been twelve hours earlier. The bar and canteen had been crewed by droids, and she'd seen no sign of anyone else. She'd gone to a vacant
cabin, well-fed and relaxed, enjoyed a long, hot bath herself (after
checking to make sure there were towels in her quarters), and dropped into
a deep, much-needed sleep. It had taken her longer than she'd anticipated to sleep-until-waking, and now she wondered if Adam would be sulking...for
she'd missed their 'date.'
After she had taken her repast, she had returned to where he still laid snoring and gently moved his shoulder.
"Mmm," he'd muttered, and without opening his eyes he'd reached out and taken her arm, pulling her down toward him. She'd resisted, and said, "Adam,
I'm going to my own cabin for a while, my head hurts, and I need to sleep
His eyes had opened he had frowned briefly, a hurt look on his face. "Why? Sleep here. I won't wake you," he mumbled sleepily.
"I know you won't try
to wake me, but I can't sleep here right now. I'll see you in the morning," she'd said and kissed his forehead as she
gently but firmly removed his hand from her arm and stood erect. "We'll talk later. Meet me in the canteen at 1900." She smiled. "We'll make it a
Adam's eyes had closed again. He acknowledged her with a combined "Mmm-ahmem," and rolled away from her.
But she had overslept the hour for that 'date', and now she needed to explain herself, for standing him up, so she rose and dressed, and headed back
for the canteen and bar, not at all sure what she'd find when she got there. Through her mind flashed the image of the red-head, and neno in his
No doubt things were going on around her, and she was ready to rejoin the activities...whatever they might be.
edit on 4-4-2012 by wildtimes because: count bypass and tweaking for tense.