VFF The Book continues 4

*abbey takes the box Colt had given her and goes back to her dorm. She puts the lamp and the book on the nightstand. She puts the sheets and blanket on the bed. She stands back and inspects her work.*

abbey *to herself*: That’s better than the thin blanket and sheet I found.

*She picks up the book and lays down to enjoy it, but falls asleep in just minutes. When she wakes, it is hours later. She decides to go check on Oram. When she gets there, Oram is murmuring in her sleep.*

Oram: no… go away…

*abbey frowns. Oram shouldn’t have had to deal with tonight’s events. abbey thinks back to some of the things that had happened in her past. She wonders why some people feel entitled to whatever they want. She feels the muscles in her shoulders and back start to tighten. abbey sighs. She turns back to Oram, who is still agitated.*

Oram: leave me alone…

*abbey taps her shoulder lightly and Oram flies awake. abbey jumps back, startled.*

abbey: You OK? You were talking in your sleep.

Oram *guarded*: What did I say?

abbey: Nothing much, just memories from tonight I suppose. You OK?

Oram *sitting up quickly*: Yeah. Memories. *She rubs her forehead.* I think I’m going back to my bunk.

abbey: That a good idea?

Oram: I’m awake. I have a nasty headache, but I just want to be in my own room.

abbey: You sure?

Oram *a little too shortly*: I’m fine. *Without saying another word, Oram grabs a couple of painkillers and heads back to her bunk.*

*abbey is left in her wake. The relaxed feeling she was enjoying earlier is gone. It has been replaced by tension in her shoulders and neck. She doesn’t feel like going back to her temporary quarters. She decides to head up to the galley and see what she can find there. She is not sure what she wants, but maybe something will trip her trigger.*

*When she gets to the top of the stairs, she nearly runs into Brit.*

abbey: Sorry, Brit, I didn’t see you. *Brit smiles at her.* Is there anything left over from dinner?

Brit *pats abbey on her shoulder, ignoring her question*: Most everyone is asleep. ‘Cept for Wash. She’s taking the night shift on the bridge.

abbey *puzzled by her statement*: OK…

Brit *as she moves past abbey*: And the Captain. He is in his bunk.

abbey *gapes at Brit*: Wha-?

*Brit continues down the stairs, giggling just a bit.*

*abbey shakes her head and continues up to the galley. When she gets inside, she realizes what... no who... she really wants.*

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Abbey: I’d like to see you later.

*I smile at her* Count on it.

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*Without stopping she goes into the crew hallway. Thankfully, the door to the bridge is closed. She walks to Colt’s door, which is unlocked, kicks it open and climbs down the ladder as best she can in a skirt and heeled shoes. She closes it behind her and locks it. She turns to see Colt looking at her as he sits on his bed, sill clothed but shirt open, with a book in his hand. He puts the book down on the floor and stands up.*

Colt *as she closes the gap between them*: Is something wrong?

abbey *as she stops in front of him*: No. I just… wanted to see you.

*She looks up into his face, then steps a little closer. They stare into each other’s eyes. abbey leans up and kisses him. It doesn’t take long before his shirt is off and they fall into his bed.*

Colt *softly*: I guess I’ll overlook the not knocking issue…

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Abbey: I was about to send out a search party. *She looks at the bowl* Is that real beef?

Perks of being Captain. Flash frozen, had it tucked in a hidey hole near the outer hull, keeps it that way.

*I sit next to her on the bed. She wraps the blanket a round her and picks up the chop sticks. When the meal is done she takes the bowl and sets it on the night stand. *

Abbey: What are your thoughts about telling the crew?

Bout my secret stash of fresh beef? Not going to happen.

*She slaps my playfully.* Abbey: You know what I mean.

Best keep it to our selves for a time. Cept Sky.

Abbey: And Oram.

Doc? Why tell the Doc.?

She’s my friend. If you’re telling Sky. I should be able to tell Oram.

Didn’t say I was telling anyone anything, but if I did, Sky would need to know. She’s 1st mate. She needs to know the working of things. Doc don’t need to unless you’re hiding something I should know about.

Abbey: What do you mean by that?

Nothing I just don’t see the point of telling the Doc.

Abbey: There’s a big surprise you missing the point.

Hey no need to go there.

Abbey: You’re right. I just need to go.

*She gets up and starts to dress. *

Abbey wait. Listen we won’t tell anyone for now.

Abbey: It’s late I need to get back.

*I watch her crawl up the ladder. Damn how does this always happen? I sit back down on my bunk contemplating going after her when I see a strange site. The chop sticks are floating. Seconds later I’m floating.
What the hell is going on? No sooner than I think that the gravity returns dropping me in my bunk. I hear a squeal in the hallway above. Abbey. I start towards the ladder and it happens again. I grab the rail and pull. I shoot up to the hall way where I see Abbey. She is floating the hall trying desperately to keep her skirt from floating up.*

I bet you’re wishing you had fully dressed before you left.

COLT, GET ME DOWN.

Guess I can’t have you mooning all the crew. *I push off the wall and float towards her. The gravity returns. We both fall to the ground. I move to her side and take her hand*

Are you ok?

*Mobbex crawls out of his bunk*

Mobbex: What the hell going on here?

*I look up like my hand just been caught in the cookie jar. * Nothing. I was just checking to see if she was ok.

Mobbex: I meant with the ship.

Oh…oh that. I was about to find out. Help Abbey to her room and get Spots to find out what the hell is going on. I’ll be on the bridge.


*As I’m heading to the bridge it happens again. I hear Abbey scream again as it starts and can barely make out Mobbex comment.*

Mobbex: Hell Abbey, I didn’t take you for the sort not to wear undies.

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*abbey shoots a glare at Mobbex and he wolfishly grins at her.*

abbey *angrily*: Nimen de bizui!

Mobbex: Shutting the hell up isn’t going to fix the fact you ain’t wearin’ nothing under that skirt.

*The gravity returns again and abbey falls to the floor, turning her ankle when she lands.*

abbey: Gorram it! *Mobbex starts towards her to help her but she pulls off her boot and throws it at him.* Leave me alone!

*The gravity fails again and abbey resumes floating. She screams, finds a hand hold and pulls herself out to the cargo bay where she nearly goes right over the rail. She barely gets herself righted when it returns again, this time she lands solidly. She takes the other boot off and throws it angrily on the catwalk. The pain in her ankle is almost gone. It wasn’t a bad turn.*

*The gravity fails again. She quickly grabs hold of the rail to keep herself from floating over top of the cargo bay. She looks at her own shuttle, contemplating whether or not to go there, but dealing with a floating rat gopher doesn’t thrill her. She looks down toward the passenger dorms and decides that being on the catwalks over the cargo bay where she could flash half the crew was not good either. She looks for the nearest place where she could be private. She sees the port shuttle and makes a bee-line for it. When she gets in there, it is a mess of floating boxes, crates and nets. She grabs a large cargo net and pushes her way to the front of the shuttle. The gravity returns and a large crate nearly misses landing on her. When she gets to the front, she affixes the cargo net across the front of the shuttle protecting her from the contents of the shuttle in case they lose gravity again. For good measure she straps herself into the pilot’s seat.*

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Nothing I just don’t see the point of telling the Doc.

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abbey *to herself*: The nerve of that man. He wants to tell Sky, but I can’t tell Oram? She’s all I got left from that life. He doesn’t know what she means to me… *she stops mid-thought. Her anger dissipates a mite.* He doesn’t know. How could he understand?

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Originally posted by Colt999:
Abbey wait. Listen we won’t tell anyone for now.

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abbey *smacking herself in the forehead lightly*: I’m an idiot.

*She knows she needs to find him and apologize, but decides against doing it again until they have fixed the gravity.*

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I could get use to this.

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*The truth is that she could get used to it too. She smiled. It had been a long time since she felt this way. It was nice to be close to someone. She hadn’t let anyone, let alone a man, get this close in a long time. How had he managed it in the short time they’d known each other? She looked behind her at the contents of the port shuttle. The port shuttle. The first place they were… Her smile widened. Then it fades just as fast.*

*Her heart began to pound. She had done something that can change everything. What was she thinking? This could put her in danger. No, it could put him in danger. What was she going to do? She flicks a few switches on the console and the cortex comes up. She places a wave. Grayson’s face comes up on the screen.*

Grayson *happily*: abbey! How are you!

abbey *pensive*: Grayson, I might have done something…

*Grayson looks at her for a moment. It doesn’t take long for him to suss out the reason for her call.*

Grayson: You and the Captain?

abbey: Captain? How’d you know he was the Captain?

Grayson: I make it my business to know. Why didn’t you tell me Oram was on the crew of the Book?

abbey: You didn’t ask. *Grayson smirked* Anyway, I’m not waving you to talk about Oram.

Grayson: You want to talk about the Captain?

abbey: yes… no… Oh I don’t know. It’s just new.

Grayson: New? Seems like you guys were already dancing around each other long before I scheduled that game with you.

abbey: We just fought a lot at

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*Stan is lying on his back, his bowl with a couple spoonfuls left of the foul protein mash and grits sits abandoned beside his mattress. The lights are off and he's reading a novel on his databook. With a light groan he sets the book down beside him and reaches for his glasses. He takes them off and places them on his chest, lightly massaging the sides of his nose.*

Stan: "Uh sinuses..."

*He glances down and reaches for the his databook. For a second he thinks he's either dreaming or just very tired. As he touches the thin black device it flies easily from his fingers. Spinning slowly across the room and tapping lightly against the wall.*

Stan: "Auê!`Ano `ê...?"

*He grabs his glasses and tries to sit up, sending himself straight up from his mattress. Caught completely unaware his head thumps against the ceiling of the small dorm.*

Stan: "What the... hell..YOW!?"

*He drops onto his back on the mattress. Blinking and rubbing his head. He stands up quickly but as carefully as he can, grabbing at the wall for support. He moves quickly to the door and looks out. Just as the gravity fails again and he stumbles forward reaching for the ladder.*

"This is so not a fun day."



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