fanfic_name = The Sit. Room Incident

chapter = 6

author = Dwparsnip

Rating = AP15

Type = Romance

fanfic = The alarm went off at 0645, waking Lisa out of a wonderfully blissful slumber. She reached with her right hand over to the nightstand to turn off the alarm, and as soon as her slender fingers touched the device she was reminded by a shot of mild pain that the night before she had punched someone. She groaned inwardly and gently flexed her fingers, as if to make sure they were all working in the proper fashion. They all worked and the pain was at least bearable. 'And worth it', she thought to herself unrepentantly. She felt no satisfaction in physically hurting Graham. No, she just hoped that Graham had received, understood and complied with her warning to leave Rick alone.



'Rick', she thought. He was still asleep next to her, so exhausted that the alarm hadn't woke him up. She rolled over onto her right side and looked at him. 'He looks so peaceful', she thought, knowing that very soon they both would be anything but peaceful. She had told him what had happened with Sue Graham as they cuddled together before going to sleep the previous night. Rick was very understanding about the entire mess, and Lisa was angry with herself for so misreading him and how he would react. She had figured that he would go completely off the deep end over her involvement in Graham's transfer, but he didn't. And while she felt guilty for thinking that the worse in Rick would come out because of it, she was thrilled that after all their time together, all the heartache in the beginning of their relationship to the recent bumps, he still found new ways of making her fall even deeper in love with him. She hoped she did the same for him.



She hated to do it, but it was going to be a busy day, and they needed to get going.

"Rick", she said softly. "It's time to get up."



He didn't budge and she tried a little louder this time. "Rick, we have to get up."



Nothing. She brought her left hand up and started tracing his jaw line with her index finger. He opened his eyes as he sensed her touch and when he saw her beautiful face looking at him he smiled. He said affectionately, "Now I want to wake up like this everyday, with your gorgeous eyes watching me." He leaned over and kissed her, his lips locking onto hers with a force that seemed to shake them both to the foundations of their existence. She forced herself to pull away from him saying with regret in her voice, "We have to get up, handsome."



He nodded. "Today is the day, isn't it?" he asked rhetorically.



She nodded anyway and kissed him lightly on the tip of his nose before getting out of bed. He just lid there, admiring his wife's beautiful features, her soft skin, her luscious curves, her generous..



A pillow thrown at him by the object of his admiration interrupted his admiring. She laughed at his perplexed look and went into the bathroom. Seconds later, he heard the shower running.



He stayed in their bed, unwilling to leave the place where he had last held her in his arms. He put his head down on the pillow she had just thrown at him and smiled. He thought of the previous night: his anger, his acceptance of the fact that he would have done something similar, their trust of each other's love, his pride in her, the passion and their love. After the few blissful seconds of remembrance, he made himself get up and put on his robe. He made his way to the kitchen and got the coffee going and with that much accomplished, he headed back towards their bedroom and he took out his uniform and laid it across the bed. He decided to head into the bathroom to get a head start on his own business. He entered and took out his shaving gear, applied the shaving cream and started shaving. By the time he was finished a couple of minutes later, Lisa was finished her shower. He turned to look at her as she got out of the shower, the water glistening on her exquisite body.



She caught the look on his face, which more than betrayed the wanting he was feeling for her and smiled, almost embarrassed at his attention. She put on her robe and walked up to him, gave him a small kiss on the cheek and said seductively, "Rick.?"



"Lisa.", he whispered, yearning for her at the tone of voice she used.



She looked at him, her emerald eyes drilling into his blue ones and said in the same sultry tone of voice, "That coffee sure smells good."



She laughed at the stunned look on his face and left him alone in the bathroom.



A minute later, Rick, the stunned look still firmly entrenched on his face, took off his robe and got into he shower.



It was a very, very cold shower.

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At 0725, Rick and Lisa got up from their kitchen table after eating breakfast and got ready to leave their quarters. They stopped by the door and looked at each other, so much spoken in just one look, so much understanding and love.



"I may head down to the moon and take in some of the drill, if everything is fine in the Sit. Room", he said to her. "Care to join me?"



"I'd love to", she replied, "but I may not be able to. If you go down, call me and if I can I will."



He took her hand and asked before he kissed it, "How's your hand, slugger?"



She laughed and replied feigning irritation, "Fine. I had forgotten about it until you asked."



She kissed him hard and then said, "I'll talk to you soon." She left in a hurry, afraid that she would be unable to say good-bye to him, even if it was only for a few hours.

"Hey!", he shouted and ran after her. He caught up to her in the corridor and kissed her gently. Then, Admiral Rick Hunter looked at Admiral Lisa Hunter and said softly, "I love you."



Her green eyes sparkled like the reflection of a blazing sun on a lake and said, "I love you too."



As she walked away from him to assume her post on the bridge, he thought to himself, feeling so incredibly lucky to have her in his life, 'There goes my wife.'



He smiled and headed to his own post, the Situation Room.

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"What happened to your face, Sue?" asked a somewhat shocked Lt. Andrea Grace as she sat down in the visitor's chair in Sue Graham's office.



Graham's cheek sported a noticeable bruise, just as she feared it would. Make-up did a bit to hide the blemish, but it could not conceal it entirely. And it still throbbed with a constant pain that spiked when she smiled, though she had little cause for smiling since Lisa Hunter came to her cabin.



Checking to see if the door was closed, she said quietly, "Admiral Hunter did this to me in my quarters last night."



Grace was flabbergasted. "Rick hit you?" she asked incredulously.



Graham shook her head. "Not that Admiral Hunter. The other one."



"Lisa?" Grace's eyes widened in surprise, she couldn't believe it. "What happened?"



Graham told her friend the whole story. How she went to Rick's office, how she poured on the tears and how he responded, in her favor.



Grace had listened to this much with satisfaction. When Sue had told her of her idea and plan, she had been skeptical to say the least. But if there was one thing that she knew, it was if anyone could pull off such a scheme it was Sue Graham.



Sue continued, "So I waited for him in my quarters, like he told me to. Got a shower and put on my robe."



"That see through one?" asked Grace and when Graham nodded exclaimed, "Wow!"



Graham wrinkled her nose and said distastefully, "Not really. When there was a knock on my door I assumed it was him. It wasn't."



Grace took a second to imagine Admiral Lisa Hunter standing in the doorway of Sue's quarters.

Graham noticed the excitement ebb from her friend's face. And said, "Exactly. There she was, asking me if she could come in, like I could really stop her."



Sue continued with her story, telling Grace what Lisa said and did, all the way down to her punch and the question she asked as she left about her robe.



Grace shook her head slowly, picturing Admiral Hunter decking her best friend. It was beyond belief, though she knew it had happened. Graham wouldn't lie to her and the shiner she had on her cheek spoke volumes.



"Are you going to report this?", asked Grace though she knew the answer.



Confirming Grace's instinct Graham replied, "Not a chance. There would be too many questions, too much trouble."



"So what now? Give up?", Grace asked.



"No", was Graham's simple answer.



Grace checked out the clock on Graham's office wall. O755. "They'll soon start the preparations for the MED", said Grace. "Did you know they rescheduled it for 1400 hours?"



Graham said, "Yes, I'm going down to the moon around 1300 hours. Major Woods asked if I'd mind observing the drill from the surface. At this point in time, I could use a time out from being on this ship so I told him I'd do it."



"All right Sue, watch yourself", said Grace as she got out of her chair. She turned to leave but hesitated at the door, turned to look at her friend and asked, "Are you okay, Sue?"



Touched by Grace's concern Graham smiled, though it hurt terribly and said, "You bet. See you later in the Mess?"



Grace nodded and she was gone.



Graham relaxed her aching face and sighed. "I will be all right anyway", she thought.

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At 0830 Captains Max and Miriya Sterling entered the hanger deck arm in arm. Max walked his wife over to her Alpha and kissed her hand. She smiled and kissed his cheek. The only time that Miriya broke protocol and showed affection for her husband while they were on duty was before combat or a mission or on an occasional whim. After saying good-bye to his wife, Max went to inspect his own plane. He checked everything, as was the custom before a mission and had just finished when he heard a feminine voice say softly, "Max."



He turned to see Lisa standing behind him. He automatically registered the mixture of happiness and unease on her face. "Is everything all right Lisa?", he asked with concern.



She looked around and stepped closer to him so that she could speak softly to him. "Max, Sue Graham told Rick about her transfer yesterday. The short story is she purposely fell apart on him, and he wanted to talk to you about her transfer order. He was really mad Max."



Max gulped. Rick was a great guy, his best friend and mentor in many areas, not all related to work. Max knew better than most that when Rick was really mad, it was a very bad thing, especially for whomever Rick was mad at. Max in this case.



"It's okay", said Lisa reading the anxiety in his eyes. "I told him everything, Max."

"Everything?" he asked.



Lisa nodded. "He was angry Max, but after he thought about it he said he could understand why I did it, and he put himself in my shoes. He said he would have had the same feelings and would have tried the same type of thing."



Max said with humor in his voice, "Are we talking about the same Rick?"



"Yes Max", she said. "He understood my feelings, my point of view and my fears of Sue Graham."



"That's really great Lisa", he said honestly.



"I went to see her Max, in her quarters. Rick had told her to go there and wait for him after he rescinded the transfer. I told him I'd do it and I did. I voided the transfer and went to her quarters. She was expecting Rick and you should have seen her when I got there Max. She was wearing, well, next to nothing. I told her my position and to stay away from Rick and.well.I punched her." A very miniscule hint of pink graced her cheeks.



"I'm sorry Lisa, but did you say you punched Sue Graham?"



She nodded, and as she confirmed what he thought he had heard her say, a mile wide grin appeared on his face. "This will make Miriya's day", he said happily. "She's been wanting you to do that since she found out Graham kissed Rick in the Sit. Room."



They both laughed which drew the attention of Miriya, who started to come over to see what the joy was about. Lisa said to Max before Miriya arrived, "Rick promised to forget about all of this Max, so don't even mention it to him. Okay?"



Max nodded. "And what is so funny?" Miriya asked directly as she arrived next to Max and Lisa.



"Max will tell you Miriya, I've got to head back." She started walking away but turned to look at her good friends and said, "Good luck you two, and stay safe."



Captains Max and Miriya Sterling came to attention and saluted their commanding officer and their friend. She returned their salutes and resumed her walk off of the hangar deck.



As she was leaving earshot of the couple, she heard Max say, "Miriya, you're not going to believe what Lisa just told me."



All the way from the hangar deck to the bridge, Lisa had the most wonderful smile on her face.

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Clocks aboard the ship read 1130 hours, and the flight crews, medical personnel, pilots and mock evacuees readied themselves for the Medical Evacuation Drill. Ships were checked and double checked, as though they were attacking the Regis on Earth. Medical personnel were equipped with everything that they would possibly need to treat the wounded, and the dying, in the attack. Pilots did what they always did: try to keep from getting nervous. Every detail was recreated. It was no longer a drill just for medical personnel, it became a dry run for damage control parties, fire control, gunners, and so on. For all intents and purposes, it the hours before an all out attack on the Regis.



Jean Grant was in the infirmary, getting trauma kits and, unfortunately body bags, ready as though it were almost time. Her people were given their orders and their duty station assignments. Before the "evacuations" began in a couple of hours, they would be issued field trauma kits, their comm gear, emergency survival kits, and the works.



Max and Miriya Sterling were still on the hangar deck after going over their planes trying to keep an ordered chaos for the rest of their pilots. It wasn't that hard. They were the senior flight officers and they had trained their pilots well. Besides, their actions spoke volumes, and as they had calmly and meticulously moved about their Alphas, checking the landing gear, the missile mounts, the guns, and everything else, the other pilots saw and emulated them. These were heroes they were watching after all, and if they could be calm and professional, the least everyone else could do was try to be calm as well. Some of them wondered why Miriya couldn't remove the grin from her face.



Rick Hunter was in the Sit. Room, preparing a mock attack plan. A plan of attack had to be followed and the officers decided on a likely scenario in regards to what kind of resistance the Regis and her forces would put up. All of this was done so that they could place the "wounded" in realistic positions on the moon. You could just place "wounded" people in random order, but this way the brass would be able to see an example of what the big picture could possibly look like. Rick took a moment to survey the Sit. Room. People were hurrying along, but not running. People were bent over displays and terminals, some talking to each other concerning their departments and their place in the MED. He became very proud of his people, their professionalism, their determination and their stamina. He almost wished he were going out there instead of being in the Sit. Room. He pushed the thought out of his mind, and out of the organized chaos came only a single worthy thought, 'Lisa.'



Lisa Hunter was where she would be as well: on the bridge of her ship. Her responsibilities were awesome and daunting. She commanded the ship, and she was responsible for it's safety and the safety of those aboard her. It was her responsibility to get the ship where it had to be and her responsibility to see the whole story and make sense of it all. More than that, she then had to make sure that all the various facets of the mock attack force and evacuations were coordinated in a timely fashion. She too surveyed her surroundings. The bridge was alive with radio conversations from almost every station aboard ship, coordinating with her people on the bridge. Radar, weapons, engines, defense forces, fighter squadrons were just a few of the stations that were coordinated with the bridge. Just for an instant she tuned it all out and thought of Rick, and the high probability that right now he wished he was looking over an Alpha, getting ready to head out there instead of being stuck in the Sit. Room. She smiled and began listening again.

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At 1330 hours, Rick was getting ready to leave the Situation Room to catch a shuttle heading for the surface of the moon. He gathered his gear together and activated the video conference system, punching up the channel for the command deck.



Lisa appeared on the screen and he automatically smiled. "Hey baby", he said. "I'm getting ready to head down. Are you going to be able to join me?"



He knew by the vexed look she had on her face that she couldn't. 'I would really like to Rick, but there's no chance of getting out of here right now. You go on ahead and take a good look at things.'



He nodded, the disappointment obvious in his body language. "All right Lisa. I'll see you when I get back."



It was her turn to nod. 'Rick.be careful. I can't help but have a strange feeling about all of this. I just.well, please be careful.'



He was going to make some wise crack about always being careful and being indestructible, but the concerned look in her eyes stopped him. "I will Lisa, I promise. I love you."



She smiled and said to him, 'I love you too. See you soon', and with that she broke the connection.



Sighing, Rick headed for the hangar bay to catch his ride down to the moon.

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At 1358 hours, Admiral Lisa Hunter keyed open the ship wide intercom, and finding her most commanding voice said, "All hands, this is Admiral Hunter. In a couple of minutes, we will begin the medical evacuation drill. You all know the purpose of the exercise, and the necessity for it. It's going to be a tough few hours, but I want each and every one of you to know", "With one exception", she thought, "that I have the utmost faith and confidence in you. I have never served with a more talented and professional crew, and it has been my honor to serve with you all. Remember your training and you'll be fine. Watch yourselves out there and good luck to you all. Hunter out."



Her executive officer turned to her and said, "Very nice Admiral."



She said, "Thanks. Let's get the show on the road."



"Yes ma'am", came the response from every bridge officer.



"Begin the drill."



And with that simple command, the Medical Evacuation Drill began in earnest. Alphas shot out of the hangar bays with medical transports following behind them. Medical personnel made last second preparations and waited for the "casualties" to begin arriving.



After an hour of watching the drill on various screens, getting reports and issuing orders, Lisa thought to herself, 'So far, so good.'

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Rick watched two Alphas, one red and one blue, dart around the skies over the moon. If there was any question that the red and blue Alphas were Miriya and Max, it was put to rest by the skill displayed by the pilots flying the Alphas.



Rick sighed and turned his attention to Vince Grant. The gentle giant was bent over a portable tactical display unit. "What's the word Vince?"



Vince stood up, towering over Rick and said, "Not bad Admiral. The tactical scenarios are going as expected, and at almost 3 hours into the drill ninety percent of the mock casualties have been treated either by the field medics or in portable field hospitals. Of that ninety percent, seventy-eight percent has been transported up to the ship."



"That's not bad at all Vince. Very good, as a matter of fact."



He was just reaching for the radio to call Lisa aboard the ship to confirm the numbers when Max broke in over the communications channel.



'Skull . to ground control. .rgency message. Come ..miral Hunter. Repeat. Skull leader.ound control. Emergency . in Admiral Hunter.'



Rick keyed open his mic and said, "Max, you're breaking up. What's going on?"



The reply was static filled. 'Severe electr.oaching. Evacu..ediately.'



"Say again Skull leader. Your message severely garbled", Rick said as he adjusted the settings on the communications console.



"Admiral Hunter." said Vince.



Rick didn't hear him, he was so intent on trying to raise Max.



Max came through again, a little clearer this time. 'Rick, if you.hear me, evacuate immediate.Severe electromag.storm approaching your posit.the south.'



"Rick." said Vince. This time he looked at Vince, who was looking at something off into the distance. It took Rick a second to realize that he was looking to the south.



In the distance, was a swirling maelstrom of purple, gray and black clouds, or what looked like clouds. Lightning emanated from the clouds at infrequent but short intervals, and they lit up the clouds and surrounding sky, reaching in all directions as though looking for something to hit. It was moving very fast and according to Max, it was headed for them.



"What in heaven's name is that?" asked Vince in a bewildered voice.



Equally as puzzled as Vince, Rick said, "I'm not sure, but it doesn't look like heaven had much to do with it."



Again, Max came over the communication system, 'Rick get out of there. Moving.fast. Esti.your position in ten minutes. Evacuate, evacuate, evacuate.'



Rick punched up the emergency channel. "All REF forces, break off from the drill and return to the ship immediately. Evacuate the moon at once. I say again, all REF personnel evacuate the moon and return to the ship, now. All transports and support vessels prepare for immediate departure." Rick keyed the equipment to keep playing his message automatically and opened a channel to the ship.



All he got was static.



"Damn. It's interfering with the communications gear." He hoped the word got out about evacuating the moon. He paused for a few seconds to gauge the distance between him and Vince and the approaching electromagnetic storm. It was moving very fast.



Rick saw an Alpha approach the storm. 'What is that fool doing?', he said to himself.



He knew it was futile but he still shouted, "Get out of there!"



Even if the pilot had heard him, it was too late. Lightning flashes that looked like dozens of hungry little tongues struck out from the clouds to taste the Alpha and it began to blow apart immediately. The pilot didn't have a chance.



Rick bowed his head and silently cursed. When he looked up Vince was packing up the gear. "Leave it Vince", said Rick. "Let's get out of here while we still can."



They both headed to where the transports were waiting, a few hundred meters from where they were. They were half way to the ships when the edges of the storm approached them. 'It's part of another storm', thought Rick absently. 'The storm we saw shouldn't be here yet.'



A bolt of lightning struck the ground between Rick and Vince, sending them both sprawling in different directions, Rick towards Shuttle-5 and Vince towards Shuttle-8. When Rick looked up, Vince was on his way to help him.



"Get going Vince, that's an order. I'll get to the other ship."



Vince nodded and started towards Shuttle-8. Rick got up, noting with regret the discomfort in his left side and headed to Shuttle-5. When he reached the shuttle he looked over to the other shuttle and saw with profound relief that Vince was already aboard and the shuttle door was closed.



Rick moved into the shuttle and went to the pilot, barely registering in his mind that there were three other people sitting in the cabin. He sat in the vacant copilot chair and demanded, "Report Lieutenant."



The flight lieutenant, Lt. Marks reported, "I believe you're the last one sir. We noticed all the other shuttles and transports take off over the last few minutes. With Shuttle-8 leaving now", he pointed out the cockpit window at the other shuttle, which was taking off, " We should be the last one. Communications are out and the dials are starting to go funny. Whatever this is, it sure came on awfully fast."



He hadn't stopped the preflight sequence while he was talking, and barely a second after he finished his report to Rick he said, "We're ready Admiral."



"Get us out of here Lieutenant."



The shuttle lifted off, and as it ascended the wind currents and electrical discharges jostled the shuttle around fiercely. Rick could hear the passengers in the cabin being tossed around and he said, "Hang on back there! It's going to get worse!"



He had just finished speaking when a brutal charge hit the shuttle in the aft section. Immediately alarms and sirens came to life, announcing various dangers and malfunctions.



Rick automatically placed the distress call. "Shuttle-5 to SDF-3. Mayday, mayday, mayday. We have been hit by an electrical surge." He looked at the gauges and knew the cold truth. "We are going down approximately 3 clicks east of lift off position. Shuttle-5 to SDF-3. We have been hit by an electrical surge and are going down about three kilometers east of lift off position. Mayday, mayday, mayday."



For a second he could hear someone trying to respond, and he was certain that the person responding was his wife, but it was too static filled to get anything out of it.



"We're going down!", he announced to the cabin passengers. "Buckle your harnesses and hold on!"



"I'm going to try to set her down over by that ridge sir", Marks said between clenched teeth. "I heard some of the medics say they saw some caves over there, and we may need them."



Rick looked at Marks, admiring his piloting skills, and his last thought before blacking out as the shuttle hit the moon was, 'This kid deserves a medal.'

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"Rick, can you hear me?" Lisa said calmly into the communications headset. She looked at the bridge communications officer and he slowly shook his head, and her heart sank in utter despair and she had to fight off a wave of panic. "Rick, we've plotted your position and we'll get there as soon as possible. Rick, please answer me." Her voice was beginning to falter. She had heard the mayday and seen the blip that represented his shuttle disappear off of the radar screen. It looked as though.



'No!', she screamed at herself. 'Don't you dare think it Lisa. You've got to be strong so you can help him.'



"Captain Forsythe", she said as she got up and walked towards the door, "the bridge is yours." She was gone before he even had a chance to respond.



In a matter of a couple of minutes she reached the hangar deck. Max was already aboard and out of his plane. Miriya was just getting out of hers, and when he saw that she was fine he almost sank to the deck in relief. He saw Lisa coming and asked, "Rick?"



She stopped in front of him and said, with tears in her eyes and trying very hard to keep her voice strong, "His shuttle took some sort of lightning hit." Max's jaw dropped as she continued, "They went down Max, and from the last readings we had, they went down hard."



When Miriya got over to where they were talking, Max already had his flight helmet back on. He gave Miriya a kiss and said to her, "I love you Miriya." To Lisa he said, "Don't worry Lisa, I'll bring him home. Have a shuttle in low orbit at the ready for when I find him."



He climbed back up into his Alpha, and without waiting for instructions or clearance he took off, and as he did, Miriya put her arms around Lisa and said softly, "Not to worry Lisa. In all of my years with Max, I have never seen his face hold such determination. If he says he'll bring Rick home, he will. My Maximillian is the best."

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As Max approached the moon, the SDF-3 furnished him with the last known location, speed and heading of Rick's shuttle, along with an estimation of where the shuttle crashed.



He set a course for that position. 'Right in the heart of this.whatever it is', he thought gloomily.



He had never seen anything like it. Winds buffeted Skull One as it approached the estimated crash site, and it was nearly hit several times by electric discharges. The gauges on his console were going crazy because of the electromagnetic interference. His navigational equipment was one of the victims so he had to fly by instinct. He flew to where he thought the shuttle should be. 'There it is!' he thought excitedly. The good news was the shuttle appeared to be in one piece. The bad news was there was no immediate sign of survivors.



He was just reaching for the configuration lever to switch to Battloid to take a closer look when one of the electrical discharges hit. The computer spewed out a damage report, indicating severe damage and Max abandoned the Battloid idea and flew upward to get out of the storm. To get out of it, he had to leave the atmosphere and go into space. He radioed the ship.



"Skull leader to SDF-3. Shuttle location confirmed and it appears to be intact."



'We copy Skull leader', came a young male voice. 'Survivors?'



"To the point", thought Max. "Unable to determine. I took a hit from lightning and I'm waiting for the storm to abate to try again."



A different voice came on the channel and he recognized it immediately as Lisa's. 'Negative, Skull leader. Return to the ship.'



"Lisa, Rick is still out there." He couldn't believe she had said that.



'Max, please', she said. He could tell that she was struggling to keep the emotion out of her voice. 'You're not going to be able to do anything in a damaged Alpha. Come back and get repairs.' She hesitated and continued, 'It doesn't look like the storm will pass within the next three hours. Come back Max. The repair crews are waiting and Skull One has priority repair status.'



He could hear the sadness and fear creeping into her voice now. The last thing he wanted to do was argue with her and get her more upset than he knew she was, and realized that what she was saying made sense. "Okay Lisa, I'm heading in. Skull One out."



Max took one more look at the moon and thought as he flew Skull One home, 'Hang on Rick. I'll be back, count on it!'

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Rick knew the shuttle crashed, and while he still wasn't fully awake, he could feel himself being dragged along the rugged terrain by someone. They had their arms under his shoulders, lifting and pulling the same time. He could also feel something on his lap, and noted vaguely that it was a portable communications console. His left side still hurt, his head was hurting and he couldn't focus or think clearly.



Finally he was laid gently down on a hard surface and he tried to look at the person who had pulled him along. When he opened his eyes, he saw his beloved wife, her long brown hair flowing behind her and her green eyes shining like little stars on her face.



"Lisa?", he said weakly.



After a short hesitation he heard, "I'm here Rick. You took a nasty hit on the head, please rest."



He was totally out of it. Before he even realized what he was doing, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to him as he lid on the floor of the cave. "I love you Lisa", he said warmly.



She hesitated again and Rick was worried that she was mad or upset or something, but then she smiled and said, "I love you too."



He pulled her down and kissed her passionately on her lips.



Sue Graham never once thought about stopping him and enjoyed every second of it. She knew that he thought that she was Lisa, but it didn't matter. All that mattered to her was that right now, Rick Hunter was kissing her like she was the love of his life.





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