by Peter David
Burgoyne sighed. It was clear that s/he wasn't going to get a break. There was still that bizarre energy
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situation in the engine room that s/he had to explore. And now there was this mysterious alien machinery, which did hold some fascination, but still . . . Bur-goyne felt tired. Wrung out.
"A quick rest," s/he said to hirself. "Five minutes won't kill anyone."
S/he rose and entered hir bedroom.
Selar was waiting for hir.
Burgoyne blinked in surprise to see the doctor standing there. She looked fairly recovered, although there were still bruises on her. Reconstructive surgery had repaired the damage to her ear. Her gaze was steady, her manner calm and collected.
No. No, it wasn't. Her body started trembling the moment that Burgoyne walked in.
"Doctor? What are you doing here? Are you all right?"
Selar tried to speak, but couldn't get words out. Instead she took two steps forward, grabbed Burgoyne, and kissed hir forcefully, swept up in Pon Fan, caught up in her need, and knowing, finally, for once, exactly what she wanted.
No words were required.
And Burgoyne never did get that five minutes' rest.
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situation in the engine room that s/he had to explore. And now there was this mysterious alien machinery, which did hold some fascination, but still . . . Bur-goyne felt tired. Wrung out.
"A quick rest," s/he said to hirself. "Five minutes won't kill anyone."
S/he rose and entered hir bedroom.
Selar was waiting for hir.
Burgoyne blinked in surprise to see the doctor standing there. She looked fairly recovered, although there were still bruises on her. Reconstructive surgery had repaired the damage to her ear. Her gaze was steady, her manner calm and collected.
No. No, it wasn't. Her body started trembling the moment that Burgoyne walked in.
"Doctor? What are you doing here? Are you all right?"
Selar tried to speak, but couldn't get words out. Instead she took two steps forward, grabbed Burgoyne, and kissed hir forcefully, swept up in Pon Fan, caught up in her need, and knowing, finally, for once, exactly what she wanted.
No words were required.
And Burgoyne never did get that five minutes' rest.
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