Next to him, Taryn sat on a temporary cot, her knees tucked up, wearing a shipboard coverall with no insignia. Her short hair had been combed and fluffed; she was holding a tablet in both hands, reading. Her feet, in soft shipboard boots that zipped seamlessly onto the coverall, flexed and stretched, as if, consciously or not, she were keeping every part of her body limber even as she absorbed the words or figures or pictures on that tablet.

“Ah, you’re awake,” she said.

“Where are we?”

“Sickbay. Doctor Genubi’s gone to talk to the Captains. They’re deciding what to do with us.”

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From NaNo 2014, untitled romance with rayguns.

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