a song of storm and fire

Kit stared out at the rolling clouds of the nebula. It was so much like the clouds in the sky back home. He could almost pick out forms and shapes. One spot in particular captured his attention. He could almost see a woman’s face staring out at him. He was reminded of Sarah, his late wife.

Alexander’s attention was captured by something else entirely. He smiled faintly as he pressed the earpiece closer, so that he could hear even the softest details. “It’s so pretty,” he said, his voice soft. He glanced over at Raven. “The interference in the communications from the nebula sounds almost like music.”

Raven smiled faintly. As Alexander focused on his work, she shook her head. Although there was no denying there was a strange beauty to the nebula, it was nothing amazing. They were everywhere.

All Night Long

Alexander sighed softly. With a growl of frustration, he threw back the blankets. He slipped out of the room and headed down to the cafeteria. “Morning,” he said, sounding just a bit cross.

“Good morning,” Kit said. His brows furrowed slightly and he looked critically at Alexander. “You look tired. Did you just wake up?”

Shaking his head, Alexander said, “I’ve been awake for a while.” He shrugged, settling down across from the captain. “I had some trouble sleeping.”

“How long have you been awake?” Kit asked.

Grimacing, Alexander shrugged. “A while,” he murmured.

Protective Streak

Chris stepped forward as the captain’s hands clenched into fists. “Captain,” he said. “I’m Christopher Rathmoor. Alex is my partner.”

Kit bit his lip and nodded. “You’re here to protect him,” he said. When Chris nodded, Kit looked at Alex. “I’ll thank you to stay out of my head, Alex.”

“I’ll do my best,” Alex said. He blinked and tilted his head. “You – you didn’t want me here because of that,” he added. “I can’t read your thoughts, Captain Locksley. I can only read your emotions and make educated guesses based on those.”

“Fair enough,” Kit said, nodding. “Fair enough.”

What You’re Feeling

Alex frowned as he came into the room. He looked at the captain. Kit Locksley was a complicated man. He could sense a deep, abiding sadness in the background of his emotions. The captain was mourning a great loss. He could sense curiosity and a bit of frustration, as well as stubborn pride.

“So,” he said, looking at Alex. His gaze moved over the young man and he arched an eyebrow. “You’re a sensitive? You’ll be handling negotiations with any locals we meet?”

Alex nodded. “You didn’t want me here,” he said. “They made you accept me into the crew.”

Deceiving Appearances

Zachary’s jaw clenched as the captain looked him over. “I’m Kawaiian,” he said, his voice faint. When the man nodded and looked away, he sighed.

Everyone he met had the same reaction. They looked at him – at his small size, his rounded features, his wide eyes – and thought he was a child. Sometimes, he used that to his advantage.

Except that he wasn’t a child. He was a grown man. He had the desires and needs of any grown man. His appearance made it nearly impossible to have a normal relationship with women. Few saw him for what he was.

Some work from sun to sun…

The door chimed. Matthew groaned. He rolled over and looked at the time. It was two o’clock in the morning! He’d gotten an hour of sleep. “Coming,” he called, barely keeping the frustration out of his voice.

The door opened to reveal the captain. Kit was holding his son, who was crying. He grimaced. “He fell out of bed,” he said. He sighed. “Could you…” he trailed off. “Sorry for waking you, but, from the way he was crying…”

Parents and doctors had no time to sleep, it seemed. “Did you bump your head, Isaac?” Matthew said, his tone gentle.

A Captain’s Duty

Kit was awake. It was the middle of the night. He didn’t even know what had awakened him. He heard a chime at his door and frowned. “Come in,” he said.

Ryan entered, sniffling softly. The youngster was visibly upset. Sorry to disturb you, Captain,” he said. For a moment, Kit thought he might burst into tears. Instead, he said, “I had a nightmare and – and I don’t know anyone else yet…”

He could imagine what the nightmare was about. The idea of a crewmember coming to the captain for such a thing… he supposed he was the father-figure, though.

She’s got electric boobs

“The ships’ avatar takes the appearance of your wife,” Keenan said, as he moved through the corridor with Kit. His brows twitched and he said, “Your late wife. That doesn’t bother you?”

“She’s… not real,” Kit said, his voice soft. “She’s a projection, made physical through fox magic.” He shook his head and a faint smile touched his lips. “It doesn’t bother me,” he said.

Keenan looked at him for a moment. For some reason, he believed Kit. “She can electrocute people by hugging them,” he said.

That bothers me,” Kit said, his brows twitching. He shook his head. “That’s just wrong, on several and various levels!”

Now we’re wearing the same jeans

“We’re dressed alike,” Alexander said, looking from his outfit to the one that Ravin was wearing. He tilted his head to one side. “Same tunic – same slacks, but yours fit you differently.”

Ravin shrugged. “It’s a uniform,” she said. “Everyone on the ship – well, everyone in the crew, at least – is wearing the same outfit.”

“No,” Alexander said, shaking his head. His brows furrowed. “The tunics change, just the slacks stay the same.”

Kit nodded. “The tunics show what part of the ship you work in,” he said. “Since you both work on the bridge, your uniforms are exactly the same.” He smiled and glanced over at Calleigh. “Nice, now that everyone is in uniform.”

“Absolutely,” Calleigh agreed.

Like a virgin touched for the thirty-first time

Alexander came careening out of the room with so much speed that he nearly knocked Robin down. For a moment, their eyes met and Robin saw the tears standing there. He sighed and then looked over at the captain.

“What happened?” Kit said, shaking his head. He looked shocked, as well as worried.

Robin’s hands clenched into fists. “Al’s an Innocent,” he said. “Who knows what set him off.”

“Find out?” Kit suggested.

“I intended to,” Robin growled, as he strode towards the room out of which Alexander had run.

“I meant…” Kit started, as the doors slid open and Robin stepped in. They snapped shut, but the sound of angry shouts came through. “From him?”

The only thing he could make out in Robin’s angry tirade was “Who do you think you are?” If that was how Robin meant to talk to a delegation from another world… Kit definitely needed to defuse the situation.

Kit sighed and looked Ophelia. “Talk to Al,” he said. “I’ll keep Robin from committing homicide.” He didn’t wait for her answer. He merely strode into the room with an airy smile.

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