VFF The Book Continues Part 6

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Colt woke up to Wash holding smelling salt under his nose.

Colt: What...where...

Wash: Oram said you were ok just past out.

Colt looked at Oram who had returned to her bunk.

Oram: I didn't get around to why you past out. Not yet.

Colt: See that you dont. (turning to Wash) You supposed to flying?

Wash: Hey, I was just concerned bystander but this does seem to have a greater potential for laughs.

Colt got up off the ground and saw Brit was in the room as well.

Colt: If everyones finished staring at me on the floor, where's Abbey?

Oram: She went to her shuttle Romeo.

Colt headed towards the door when Brit stepped in front of him.

Brit: What you think you know isn't whats factual. Reality and perception are mixed and tangled.

Colt: Might want a sniff of those salts yourself little one...your babbling (moving past her)


Colt stood outside abbeys shuttle talking to his self. "I don't think passing out instilled a lot of confidence, but you got nothing to worry over." He shook his head "That passing out thing...I was just caught off guard is all"

Colt opened the door and went inside.

Colt: Abbey? I just thought we should talk.

He looked over at the empty bed. He heard what sounded like crying coming from the cockpit. He went inside to see abbey curled up in the pilots seat with her arms wrapped around her legs.

Colt: You planning on flying somewhere?

Abbey: If I was was would you even be awake?

Colt: abbey I was just...taken back a little. Not like it will happen again.

Abbey: You get in shootouts, crew bleeding all over, stand down slavers and alliance a like without blinking but the second you find out about your a father and you pass straight out.

Colt: Hey your not taking it that well either.

Abbey got out of the chair and stormed back to her room. Colt followed.

abbey: Your right I'm not taking well. Did you not hear what I just said. Bullets, slavers, blood. How am I supposed to take it?

Colt: This life ain't one you complained about before.

abbey: Thats because we chose this life. I can't bring up a child like this.

Colt: I? Think you mean we darlin. Or do I not have a say in that?

Abbey: Look around you Colt. If it wasn't for my lease money you would have been grounded a long time ago.

Colt: Oh so now I'm not a good provider?

abbey sarcasticly: Noooo if I ever need trouble I know right where to come. But just what was our take on the last heist?

Colt: You mean the the extremely dangerous heist that you willing went on, even though you thought you might be pregnant?

Abbey glared at Colt: GET OUT

Colt: Gladly. If you come around to being senseable I'll be in my bunk.

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OOC: Sorry about the epicness... But you know...

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Abbey stormed out of the shuttle after him.

“Now you’re running away?” she yelled. “Is this how it’s going to be?”

Colt stopped on the catwalk, spun and tromped back up to her.

“What?” he asked incredulously. “YOU threw ME out!”

“And you went all too easily,” she countered angrily. During the next few seconds of silence, she clenched her jaw a bit. Her eyes watered up and she finished in a softer voice. “I guess that tells me what I need to know, doesn’t it?”

She looked at him in an accusatory tone.

“I gave you a test and you didn’t pass. You only did what I told you to,” she informed him. “I can pay for someone to do that.”

“That’s not fair.”

“No, it isn’t,” she agreed. “A child should have more than that for a father.”

With that, she spun on her heel and went into the shuttle, shut the door and locked it. Colt stood there for a moment, seething from anger, before stalking off to his bunk to think.

When abbey got inside, she heard the chime of an incoming wave. She wiped the tears from her eyes and hastily answered it. She was greeted by the face of Grayson Cornwell.

“What in the Hell is happening? I just saw you and Oram on footage placing you smack dab in the middle of a slaver operation. Are you both rutting stu–” he started before he was cut off.

“Not now Grayson,” she simply said. She disconnected the feed. Another chime sounded with a new incoming wave. Grayson again. She answered it again.

“Don’t you disconnect me like that again–” he started, his face contorted in anger.

“Grayson,” she said, taking in a deep breath. “Did we not have this discussion already?”

“I am quite sure we have not discussed your choice of visitation…” his words fell on deaf ears as her mind wandered.

Visitation.

It wouldn’t be fair to cut Colt completely out. He should be able to visit his child. Get to know them. Maybe even spend some time on the Book – dirtside of course – with them. What she had said to Colt was unfair. She’d had weeks to think about the possibilities. She had gone and given him a “test” when he had barely an hour’s worth of notice.

“abbey!” Grayson’s voice boomed out at her. “Are you listening to me?”

She focused on Grayson’s face for a moment and re-emphasized what she had told him during their last discussion.

“Grayson, as you see, I am fine. Oram is fine too,” she told him. “I don’t need your permission to go anywhere. And as for you, I told you the last time we talked that I would call YOU if I were in trouble.

“I’m not, so I am wondering why you are bothering me and not one of your other charges. Let me make this abundantly clear to you. I will contact YOU. Not the other way around. Get used to it. Don’t wave me again.”

With that she disconnected the feed again and turned the chime down so it wouldn’t be heard. Colt wandered back into her head. Thinking for just a second, she opened her drawer, grabbed out a bag of coin and raced out. When she arrived outside his bunk, his door was closed, so she had to knock.

“Can I come in?” she asked as nice as she could.

The hatch opened, but he didn’t say anything. She climbed down and found him at the bottom of the ladder, hand out to assist her onto the floor. Once she was there, he closed the hatch back, parted from her and retreated to the other side of the room.

“What do you want?” he asked as he poured himself a drink.

“I… uh… I brought my rent to you. It’s due soon,” she said as she held out the bag of coin to him.

“Not due for another month,” he said as he looked at her strangely.

“Oh… well…” she stammered. She tossed it at him anyway. “Just… uh… take it.”

“You being sensible now?” he asked as he studied her some more, half wanting to talk about the situation calmly, half wanting to throttle her.

“I’ve had a while to ponder on this whole thing.”

“Yes, you have,” he agreed. He looked at his watch. “I’ve had… 46 minut

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*** trying really hard not to laugh i turn to ORam***



So why did our capt pass out so nicely of the floor for?

*** oram Looks at me shrugs her shoulders ,wince after she does it.***


oram - that will be up to them to say as to why.

Wash- I just hope it is nothing to serious.



***i turn to brit brit ***


hey sweety want to help me in the cockpit you and the little one can both come if you want?

I am a leaf on the wind

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Dr. Jacey Garner was at the end a very long shift and she was finishing up the paperwork from the day.

“abbey Road,” she whispered, chuckling to herself. Did the captain give that name to cover her identity or did he really not know what her last name was? If it was the latter, it was a little comical due to the fact that the couple were on their way to becoming parents and didn’t know the simplest of details about one another. “abbey Road. How lame is that?”

“abbey Road?” a man’s voice questioned, coming her direction. “Did you have a patient by the name of abbey today?”

“If I did, I wouldn’t tell you,” Jacey said as she studied this man. His dress was impeccable, obviously core bred and wealthy. He didn’t look like the locals that were taking care of Stan, he didn’t look like one of Colt’s crew and he definitely did not look like a slaver. “Just for the record, who are you?”

“My name is Grayson Cornwell with Allied Law Enforcement,” he introduced himself as he flashed her his badge. “I am looking for a woman named abbey who may have come through here. I am also looking for one called Oram. I know that a third crew member, Stan, is definitely here and has been admitted, so we can drop the pretenses of that doctor/patient thing.”

“Pretenses?” Jacey retorted. “Doctor/Patient confidentiality is not a pretense. It is a part of the job.”

“So Colt and his merry men did come through here,” Grayson surmised, giving her a smug smile. “What was their condition?”

It didn’t take a genius to catch the definite disdain Grayson had for Colt… and a bit a jealousy.

“I’m not saying they were or were not,” countered Jacey, standing her ground. “And if they were, I’d certainly never discuss anything with you without their permission.”

“I could get a warrant for their records,” he threatened. “They could be admitted as evidence of a crime.”

“You could try,” Jacey told him.

Grayson looked at her with venom. He was very close to finding them and this woman was standing in his way.

“I have been charged to track down those miscreants and this only stonewalls my efforts,” Grayson said narrowing his eyes at her. “Perhaps I should have you bound on the charge of obstruction.”

“Listen, lawman,” Jacey told him, now getting a little agitated. “I’m not saying anything and until I see a warrant in your hands, you will get out of my ER, stop lobbing around threats that you can’t back up and go make yourself useful elsewhere.”

Grayson was a stubborn man, but Jacey was just as stubborn as he. Grayson knew she was right about him having her bound. He has no cause and doing that would land him in deep go se with the upper brass. He set his jaw and glared at her.

“Where’s the waiting room?”

Jacey pointed back towards the entrance, raised her eyebrows and motioned him to leave.

Oh, boy, she thought as Grayson stomped towards the waiting room. I better hang around until he is gone.

She didn’t know the Book’s crew very well, but she could tell they were each immensely loyal to each other and that kind of endeared them to her. Nope, she was going to stay around to stall this guy as long as possible. If she left, he could easily threaten a staff member who was less fearless than she.



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Grayson sat in the waiting room of Vanteel Medical Facility's Emergency Triage Area. It had picked up a little, a couple of sick people came in to be treated, along with an injury or two. It wasn't anything near being busy, but a man came and sat directly next to Grayson. After a couple of minutes, the man turned to Grayson.

"Does this look infected to you?" he asked shoving his hand with a nasty looking sore on it into his face.

It did look infected and Grayson grimaced at it before batting the man's hand away. He stood up, left the area and waited by the door. Impatiently, he checked his watch every few minutes, but finally smiled when he saw an officer come in holding the warrant he was waiting for. Grayson thanked the guy, sent him off and walked through the doors that led into the treatment area of the ER. Looking to the side, he spotted Dr. Garner, who merely looked like she was waiting.

Grayson stalked up to her, thrust the warrant towards her and smiled smugly.

"I told you I would get a warrant," he smirked.

"I had no doubt that you would," she answered, surprising Grayson a little. "I just stayed around to make sure you went through proper channels before you violate their rights to keep their medical records sealed."

"Well, since you are still here, you can be my interpreter."

Jacey rolled her eyes and led Grayson into a room with a records terminal.

"Now show me everything," Grayson told her. "And I mean everything."

Jacey frowned, but brought up Stan's records first. Grayson reviewed them, asking a couple of questions as he went.

"He's critical, correct?" he asked.

"Yes, but he'll live. And he'll have a long road to recovery. He's had surgery to repair damaged done here *points at screen*, here *points again* and here," she explained. "He won't be waking up anytime soon, so don't even bother trying to interrogate him. Plus, they didn't like it when they had to leave him here."

"I'm sure they didn't," Grayson grumbled under his breath. He moved on to Oram's record. He pointed at a lab test that was performed. "What's this?"

"Tox screen," Jacey answered. "Apparently, the good doctor tried to self medicate and was a little bit off in her calculations. Nearly took enough pain meds to kill herself."

"I see alcohol listed here as well," Grayson stated.

"Apparently, self medication of a different kind," Jacey mused.

Grayson shook his head. He had hoped Oram was past that, but he guessed he was wrong. He made a mental note to speak to her about it later.

"She was banged up a bunch, but we fixed her up good. She'll be laid up for a couple of weeks, but she'll heal," Jacey summarized. She thought about the fact that Oram had already called her about abbey. "I'm sure she'll be up to doctor duty in no time."

Grayson nodded and moved on to abbey's file.

"Dislocated shoulder, dehydration and exhaustion were her problems," Jacey informed him. She hoped that he didn't see the lab report on the bottom. Stuff like a pregnancy test should be for the eyes of the people involved only. "We rehydrated her and reduced the shoulder. She had improved greatly by the time she walked out of here."

"Good," Grayson said as he scanned down the record. He looked up at Jacey. "See that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"I still don't have to like it."

"I supposed not," he agreed. "The Captain have any injuries?"

"He didn't come in with any," Jacey said, skirting the issue. Due to her involvement, the Captain acquired some while he was there.

"Figures," Grayson muttered again. He reached up to turn off the monitor, but paused when he looked at the screen. To Jacey's dismay, he clicked to open the lab report. He seemed to read it over and over and over. It even looked like the color had drained from his face. "She's pregnant?"

"Yes," Jacey confirmed.

"How far along?"

"We estimate her to be at 8 or 9 weeks."

Jacey watched as she saw Grayson's jaw clench, his face start turning a bit red ad the vein on his temple pulse. Was he a

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*Everybody had finally left her alone. Settling herself under her own warm covers, Oram let her exhausted mind begin to wander before she fell unconscious.*

Wash: Oram!

*She ignored the pilot.*

Wash: DOC!!!

Oram *thoroughly pissed*: WHAT??!!

Wash: You awake?

Oram: What the hell do you think?

Wash: I think I have a WAVE for you. Sending it to the infirmary for you.

Oram *as she slowly gets up, her whole left side and back cramping from the pain*: Tian xiz shou you de ren dou gai si . *flicks on the screen to see Grayson, but doesn’t take him too seriously, rubbing her eyes and yawning* Hey, Grayson, what’s up?

Grayson: What’s up? Would you care to tell me why I came here to look into some disturbance at the estate of some slave traders and when I accessed the video feed, I was greeted with the image of you and abbey walking in like nothing was amiss?

Oram *to herself in sarcasm*: Oh, go se. This is going to be a joyous chat.

Grayson: I want to know how it came to be that I saw you with a gun at the guards and actually shooting a couple?

Oram *shrugs to herself, rather pleased with that feat*: I’m getting better?

Grayson *thoroughly pissed*: THIS ISN’T FUNNY!! And I also want to know why a gun that was proven to kill 6 men was found on the floor with abbey’s prints all over it.”

Oram: We had a job to do, Grayson. And it needed done.

Grayson: Look at yourself! You got injured! Do I need to remind you what could have happened? You both could have gotten killed… or worse! Did you know there was a ship en route to make a special pick up?

Oram *this gets her attention*: Special pick up?

Grayson: Yes. Apparently someone was caught that was reported to have known Catherine.

Oram *to herself*: Ohhh, crap.

Grayson: And if they found out, how long do you think it would have been before they were on your tail too. Abbey might be in the forefront of his mind, but you are right up there with her. *Gives the young woman a pointed look* He wants you found. He thinks you were a part of the whole thing.

Oram *situation dawning on her fast*: A part of it? Grayson, I was twelve when it all went down. How could I have been a part of it?

Grayson: He’s not exactly rational, which makes him dangerous. But then again, neither of you are acting exactly rational either.

Oram: We are, just in our own way.

Grayson: Yeah, sure you are. When I told abbey that you needed a job and she immediately jumped on the chance to have you there on the Book, I thought that her presence would have had a calming effect. I thought that you had given up the idiotic and slightly suicidal choices you had been exhibiting after what happened with Geoff and Daniel. It just goes to show.

*The mention of those two made Oram’s face darken, as well as reopened some wounds that were still raw. She started to open her mouth, when he continued his tirade.*

Grayson: And I find out about her condition when I went poking around at the hospital? Were you gonna tell me?

Oram: Not my place. And it wasn’t your place to be poking around her records either.

Grayson *snorting*: It sure as Hell is my place. It’s my place to keep you both safe. In the past couple of months, I’ve come to expect it from her. But you? I wasn’t expecting that. It’s that rutting captain, isn’t it? All of this has been his doing. If I ever get my hands on that hun dan, I’m gonna… *Grayson’s voice trailed off. He shuffled some papers on his desk in front of him.* Both of you need to get your bags packed. When I catch up to you, you’re getting relocated. I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer this time. Do you understand me?

Oram *doesn’t even argue*: Whatever boss-man. Look, I’ve been woken the last 2 or so times I've tried to sleep, so I'm going now.

*Before he can reply, Oram turns off the WAVE. She goes to her room, gets a pillow and blanket then heads for a hidden area where no one will even think to find her. Mobbex’s bunk.*

Oram *opens Mobbex'

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