fanfic_name = Two Sides

chapter = 6

author = Dwparsnip

dedicate = Sphersian and K71.

Here it is... Stevens' view.

Hope you like it.

Rating = AP15

Type = Romance

fanfic =



“All right you clowns…look alive before Fraser comes in here and blows a gasket.” Lieutenant Commander Isaac Stevens looked on with some amusement as the men and women in his section of Engineering scrambled from their relaxed poses to try to find something to make them look busy. Assistant Chief Engineer Fraser was famous, or is that infamous, among the Engineering crews for coming around right at the most inopportune times.



It was nearly 1800 hours and Stevens figured he’d find his power monitoring section in the state he had found it in…relaxed, to say the least. It was almost shift change for most of them so they were pretty much just coasting through the last few moments of the shift. They were laughing, talking and some of the Romeo types were telling lies about their latest conquests. He never could stand that, and shaking them up a little while they were doing it made him feel a little better about his own dismal love life.



Everyone had just found something to do when in through the door to the main Engineering section walked Commander Amanda Fraser.



Fraser was hardly a martinet when it came to discipline. She could let loose when she wanted to and she threw the best New Years parties on the ship. Still, while you were on duty, you were on duty and that was where her strictness came in.



Stevens admired her for constantly keeping that balancing act going. In fact, he really couldn’t think of any reason whatsoever to think or say anything negative about her. Nor could anyone that he had spoken to about it.



“Good evening, Commander”, she said cheerily as she walked up to him. “How are things going here today?”



“Good evening to you too, ma’am”, he replied in a professional tone. “All systems are running within their normal parameters. No fluctuations in the power grid and the power distribution throughout the ship is constant, with no reports of power loss or power fades.” He glanced to the wall next to the door where the duty roster board was kept. “Tomorrow morning we have a couple of teams doing some routine maintenance work on the power distribution couplings on a couple of the lower decks. Power will have to be shunted around those couplings to keep those decks up and running, but it shouldn’t be a problem.”



Fraser soaked in all the information and keenly watched the activities in the room. “Very well, Commander.” She turned to leave but stopped after a pace. “Admiral Hunter requested a status report on the power generators.”



“Yes, ma’am”, said Stevens as he nodded his head. “I have a brief ready to give to her about the generators, including the results of our latest tests.” He glanced at the clock on the wall and added, “I give her my report in a little while.”



“Let me know tomorrow how she reacted to your report, Commander.” She lowered her voice and said with a smile, “If she’s going to be coming looking for me I’d like to know in advance so I can put on some body armor.”



“Of course, ma’am”, Stevens replied with his own smile.



“Good man. I’ll see you in the morning. Good night, Commander.”



“Have a good evening, ma’am”, he said as she walked through the door.



As Fraser left so too did most of the shift, and they were replaced by the night watch. The basic skeleton crew for the evening shift was a crew of four.



The senior officer of the regular night watch, Lieutenant Cassie Patrick walked up to Stevens, gave him a quick salute and said, “Good evening, Commander.”



Stevens put on his best stern face, saluted and replied curtly, “Lieutenant.”



They stared at each other for nearly a minute. Neither of them blinked, each of them not wanting to give the other the satisfaction.



Finally Stevens’ right eyes twitched, and despite his best effort and totally against his will, the eye closed.



Patrick didn’t miss it either. Her face broke into a wide grin as she pointed and exclaimed merrily, “Hah! You blinked!” She folded her arms across her chest and announced to the room at large, “I win…yet again!”



Stevens’ scowl lasted only a moment, to be replaced by a grin that easily matched Patrick’s. “One of these days, little sister, I’m going to get you.”



“In your dreams, Izzy”, she responded with a happy voice.



The scowl returned to Stevens’ face. He really hated it when she called him that. The nickname she gave him when she was very little stayed with her all these years, and she was usually decent enough to keep it between them. There were times however when she would drop it on him just about anywhere if she was in a mischievous enough mood.



“Cass!” He looked around to see if anyone had heard. All personnel were intent on their stations and seemed oblivious to their exchange. He stifled the sigh of relief that threatened to escape.



“Oh come on, Isaac, lighten up before you hurt yourself”, said Cassie as she whirled around to go check on something. Her long blond hair brushed up against his chest as she spun, and despite his wishes to the contrary each little strand fell neatly back into place when inertia failed.



Stevens watched as his younger sister moved gracefully to the main computer terminal in the section. She was shorter than him, and it was the only thing that he could ever tease her about. In just about everything else, she was close to perfect. She had long blond hair, beaming brown eyes and a nearly perfect figure. She was the type of girl growing up that used to give him an ulcer. Their parents were in the REF and were away more often than not, so it fell him to beat away the would be suitors that kept coming around vying for her attention. There had been many. That all changed a year earlier when she finally settled down and married a pilot. He was a nice enough guy and he took care of Cassie, so Stevens liked him.



There was one area in which his sister was far from perfect, though he wouldn’t dare bring it up as it usually made things worse. Cassie had an insatiable need to meddle in his life…particularly his love life. She had tried on numerous occasions to set him up with friends, acquaintances and strangers, and nearly all of the attempts ended in some type of disaster. Her banter as she came on shift was the type of thing he saw right before she tried such meddling, so he braced himself for the worst.



As though she were reading his mind, she whirled around and fixed her strong gaze upon him, and he felt as though he should be asking for a blindfold.



As she walked towards him she said, “You know there’s a birthday party tonight for a friend of mine, and she asked if you would be able to stop by.”



Stevens rolled his eyes and nearly groaned out loud. “Cass, you know better…”



“She asked me, Isaac”, she pleaded as she held up her arms in surrender. “I swear. She asked if I could go and I told her I was on duty tonight. Then she got all nervous like and asked if you would be interested in going.”



Stevens searched his younger sister for any of the usual signs of fibbing, but found none. “She’s serious”, he realized. Before he could say anything, Cassie went on.



“You’ve met her a couple of times”, she said as she checked the duty roster. ”Lieutenant Marina Adamly from Communications.”



His brow creased as he tried to place a face to the name. He always had been bad with names. After several seconds he still couldn’t remember meeting her and was about to say as much, but once again his sister beat him to it.



“Come on, Izzy. She’s a little taller than me; long brown hair and green eyes.” Her mischievous smile widened as she said, “You told me after you met her that she had the nicest set of…”



“I remember”, interrupted Stevens. He met her once at his sister’s birthday party when he had consumed a little too many…beverages… and his sense of ethics was more than a little impaired. He remembered talking to her and genuinely liking her. They had talked and had a lot of fun, mostly at his sister’s expense. And she really did have the nicest set of…



“Well are you going to go or not?”, asked Cassie, letting a little annoyance slip into her voice.



“No can do, Cass.” He looked to the clock and said, “I have to get ready and head to Admiral Hunter’s office and give her the update on the generators, and then I plan on turning in early.”



He began to walk away from his sister in the hopes that she would let it drop.



Right.



“Izzy you can’t act like a hermit outside of work”, she told him. “You have to get out and socialize, meet people, take some chances…come on!” She moved in front of him and placed her flattened hand against his chest to stop him from moving away from her. “Isaac…you’re my brother and I love you very much, but you’re a dope.”



He laughed at her insult, but it only seemed to drive her on.



She moved closer to him and whispered, “Isaac, I’m worried about you. I…I just don’t want you to be alone.” She gently placed her right hand on his arm and said, “Izzy… please, for me, go to this party. Have some fun. Be with people. Go to this party and I will not bother you about this for at least a month.”



Stevens sighed loudly as his sister put on her best sad face, including the big round puppy dog eyes. It was the face she came up with whenever she really wanted him to do something for her, and he had never in all their years been able to develop an immunity to it.



He looked at the clock and did the math. “If I leave now and stop in there, stay for five minutes, then go give my report to Admiral Hunter, I could finish that book tonight before I turn in.” He ran over the timing one more time and decided it was a worthy plan.



He sighed again, and as he pointed his index finger at her he said, “All right, Cass…but I’m going to hold you to your side of the bargain. Where’s the party?”



She playfully tapped his finger away and said happily, “Deal. The party is in her quarters. K deck, section 12, room 114.”



Stevens couldn’t help but appreciate her concern, even if she was all but blackmailing him into going to this thing. He smiled and headed to his desk. He easily found the two copies of the report for Admiral Hunter on his meticulously organized desk.



He turned around to find his sister holding an orange in her hand. He shook his head as he passed her, marveling at her appetite.



“Have fun, Izzy”, she said with more than a little pride.



Inspiration hit Stevens as he reached to close the door behind him. He took the door handle in his hand, looked at his sister and said playfully, “You know, you weren’t even half this nosy before you got married”, he shrugged his shoulders and added, “before you were getting…” He quickly slammed the door shut, just as the orange his sister threw at him impacted on the door.



As he headed to Marina’s quarters, Isaac Stevens thought about something his sister had said. “I just don’t want you to be alone”, he repeated to himself. He never really thought about it like that. He was happy with his life…more or less. Every once in a while he felt a pang of loneliness, but it was a seldom enough occurrence that it didn’t affect his sanity.



“The problem, Isaac”, he announced to himself, “is that you can’t act like yourself when you’re around women who you like.” Indeed, the only women he could remember actually being able to be himself around were Fraser and his sister. “Well”, he realized with a sense of wonder, “I did feel comfortable around Marina at Cassie’s party. Maybe this isn’t a bad idea after all.”



He turned the corner into section 12 of K deck and found the door of Lieutenant Marina Adamly. He stood there with the folders in his hand and hesitated. “Come on, Izzy”, he heard his sister’s voice scream inside his head, “do it!”



He smiled and knocked on the door. A couple of moments later, the door opened and Stevens’ breath caught in his chest somewhere south of his Adam’s Apple. He coughed into his hand to clear the blockage and tried very hard to avoid the direct gaze of the gorgeous lady that stood only a couple of feet away.



When he finally had the nerve to look at her, he was relieved to find a concerned look on Marina’s delicate face. He found himself smiling despite himself.



“Isaac. I’m so glad you could come.” She opened the door wider and stepped aside. Her waist length, brown hair flowed magically around her and her green eyes seemed to shine at him. Most importantly, she sounded as though she was very happy to see him. “Come in.”



He walked past her, noticing with interest that she smelled incredibly wonderful and stood just inside the door. He glanced around her quarters and noticed that it was very clean, tidy, organized and…empty!



He straightened his back as though an axe were about to fall onto his neck at any moment. There were no other people there, and the mixture of anger, fear and stupidity he felt at being set up by his sister made him tighten his already vice like grip on the folders he carried.



“Thanks for coming, Isaac.”



Marina’s voice almost startled him. He turned around and was surprised to see that she had moved incredibly close to him. What really surprised him though was the fact that when she took his arm and gently guided him towards the couch, he wasn’t nervous. On the contrary, it felt very nice.



“You’re a little early”, she said as they moved to the couch, “but we should have some company pretty soon. Have a seat. Can I get you anything?”



He sat down and looked up into her eyes. “No thanks. I can’t stay long, I have a report I have to give to Admiral Hunter.”



He cursed on himself when her shoulders dropped and her beautiful smile turned upside down into a heart-breaking frown.



“I was really hoping you were going to stay”, she said in a pitiful voice.



Stevens swallowed the lump in his throat. “I…well, I can stay for a little while…” He saw something sparkle in her eyes. “Take some chances”, he said to himself. “But…I could come back after I give the Admiral my report.”



He held his breath and waited.



He was shocked, pleasantly shocked when her eyes brightened up and a smile returned to her face.



She sat down next to him and said quietly, almost shyly, “I would really like that.”



He turned to face her, and when he did his hand fell onto hers…and he froze. For nearly a minute they stayed like that, his hand on hers looking into each other’s eyes. He began to slip his hand off of hers, but she turned her hand so that she could hold his hand.



Before Stevens knew it he was leaning in to kiss her. As his face neared hers he was thrilled when she closed her eyes and slightly parted her lips in an invitation.



When their lips finally touched it felt as though he was kissing an angel. Slowly, tenderly they kissed. He wondered how her skin felt and he brought his left hand up to touch her delicate cheek. “So soft”, he thought, “so right.” It felt as though they were soul mates that had just found each other.



She began to move closer to him, and with his sister’s plea for him to take a chance still ringing in his ears, he moved his hand from her face to the back of her neck. Gently, he gave a little pull on her neck letting her know that he wanted her to come closer, but giving her the option not to.



He was ecstatic when she moved towards him a little more. He let his hand leave her neck to go around her waist, and he felt her body tense at his touch. The kiss deepened…intensified until he was ready to throw all caution to the wind.



That was when someone knocked on the door.



Isaac and Marina both jumped up off the couch and tried to compose themselves. He looked around for his folders, which were on the couch. He picked them up and followed Marina to the door.



When she turned to look at him, he didn’t see shame or regret in her eyes. He saw what he figured was in his own eyes…happiness.



She opened the door and let her visitors in.



As the trio of women made themselves comfortable inside, Stevens walked to the door. “I have to go and give my report to Admiral Hunter.”



She nodded and asked hopefully, “Will you be back?”



He smiled and nodded, and when she reached over and gave him a small kiss on his cheek, his smile widened.



Marina smiled too and said, “I’ll see you then.”



When she closed the door Isaac Stevens began to walk to Admiral Hunter’s office off the main bridge. As he walked, he thought about Marina Adamly and what had just happened. He remembered how soft her lips were; how her green eyes beamed at him; how her hair flowed around her; and how it felt so right when they kissed.



“I owe you one, Cassie”, he thought.



Finally he stood before the door of Admiral Hunter’s office. He knocked and a second later heard her tell him to enter. He went inside, and after Lisa motioned for him to sit on the couch, he did. He took a moment as she talked to someone to size up the Admiral. “She’s a beautiful lady, smart and brave. Admiral Hunter is a lucky guy”, he thought.  Everyone knew the story of Rick and Lisa Hunter. It was romantic as hell and legendary. He looked to the floor and thought about Marina…



He heard Lisa close the communication channel, and when he looked up he saw, for an instant, Marina instead of Lisa Hunter. He blinked his eyes and shook his head as Lisa sat down beside him.



He handed her a report as she said, “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, Commander.”



“Poor thing. She sounds like she’s ready to go to bed”, he thought amusedly. To her he said, “No need, Admiral. You’re a very busy woman. Shall I begin?”



As if to confirm his observation, Lisa stifled a yawn. He had to try hard to keep from laughing. He smiled sympathetically.



 “Sorry, it’s been a long day”, she apologized. “By all means, go ahead.”



He nodded and began to go over the highlights of his report. It was pretty dry stuff, even to engineering types like him, so he figured that Lisa must have been finding it downright boring. He glanced up a couple of times to look at her. Her eyes had all but glazed over. He wondered if he should ask her if she wanted him to give her the report later, but he kept going.



That is until she dropped her folder.



He did what any gentleman would do of course, and reached to pick it up for her. He froze for the second time in an hour as his hand landed on top of hers. He brought her hand up to rest on her lap and tried to let go, but her hand felt so…familiar?



“Marina?”, he asked himself. He looked up and saw bright green eyes and long brown hair, and before he knew it, his body was automatically doing what it had done a short time earlier: try to kiss her.



Everything blanked out in his mind except for his goal of kissing her, and to that end he covered her lips with his own. The built up desires and memories of what had happened to him earlier with Marina overrode all logic. A tiny sliver of his mind tried to fight it…but it was seriously out manned and outgunned.



His mind was a jumble of feelings as she pulled him over to her, and he responded by moving his hands gently over her sensuous form. She intensified the kiss, and finally he reached for the zipper of her uniform, even as that little sliver told him that not too long ago Marina wasn’t wearing her uniform.



She broke their kiss and as his lips searched for hers, he heard her utter something that brought him back to reality with a resounding crash.



“Rick?”



His eyes flew open and looked into her eyes, the green eyes of…”Admiral Hunter!”, he screamed to himself. “What the hell?”



As he put his arm on the back of the couch to pull himself up, Lisa did one better and gave him a push. As she hastily got up off the couch and walked behind her desk, Stevens felt a sense of supreme mortification set in. He picked up the folder that was on the couch and stood up straight, bracing for the impact. “What have I done? What have I done? What have I done?”, he said to himself over and over and over again. He closed his eyes and wondered, “I wonder if I can find a job on Tirol…”



The thought was interrupted and his eyes opened wide at the sound of Admiral Lisa Hunter’s zipper being rapidly pulled up. He swallowed hard and waited. “She looks like the end of the world is coming”, he thought when he noticed the flush of red in her cheeks and the darkness that invaded her eyes.



He could relate…he felt the same way.



 “I’m sorry…Commander…I don’t know what came over me”, she said haltingly.



He watched as she brought her hand up to her head. “I was so tired and I was thinking about my husband…I just…”



She looked devastated. “I’m so sorry.”



He could easily see that she was terribly shaken, and seeing his Admiral in such distress had an interesting effect on him…it made him want to be strong and calm for her. He wanted to help his Admiral.



He gathered all his strength and commanded his voice to be calm. For once it listened. “No need to apologize, Admiral. In fact, I should apologize to you. When you didn’t remove your hand from mine I assumed that something was there, and I kissed you. I was, obviously, mistaken. I am terribly sorry, ma’am.”



He looked on as Admiral Hunter struggled to deal with what had happened. He ordered his voice to stay calm and said, “Admiral, would it be okay with you if we forgot it happened? It was a mistake, brought on by your fatigue and my misunderstanding.” He shook his head and added resolutely,  “Nothing more.”



He could see the smallest hint of an appreciative smile grace her lips as she said somewhat weakly, “I would really appreciate that, Commander.”



She seemed to hesitate, as if she were trying to figure out what to say next. After a moment she managed, “If it’s all the same to you, Commander, could we finish this…your briefing… some other time?”



He figured his desire to get out of there was only slightly less than her desire to get him out of there. He picked her folder up off the floor. When he spoke, he was relieved to hear that his voice was still listening to him. “Of course, Admiral.”



He went to the door quickly, afraid that if he went any more slowly that he would never leave. He opened the door and turned to regard the woman who he respected and admired. Remorse dripped from his voice as he said, “I am truly sorry, ma’am.”



Stevens stepped through the door, closed it and collapsed against the nearest bulkhead. He took several deep breaths and tried to calm down, but his trampled nerves were not a force that was easily deterred. When he felt that he could safely navigate the corridors of the ship, he moved towards his quarters.



Against his will, his mind kept remembering the horrified expression on the face of Lisa Hunter. “Isaac”, he said to himself sadly, “you’ve really done it this time.”



Finally he made it to his quarters. He walked inside and sat down heavily on his couch. He brought his hands up to rub his eyes in a vain attempt to rid himself of the image that had been seared into his mind: the image of Lisa Hunter so…unsure and devastated.



He stayed there morbidly mulling over the events of his visit to Admiral Hunter’s office for almost two hours. Then, out of nowhere, another image flashed into his mind. “Marina”, he thought happily. He had to see her, to be near her. It was her he thought he was kissing in Admiral Hunter’s office. It was her he thought he was undressing in Admiral Hunter’s office. He was surprised not to find that that thought was frightening…he thought he was undressing a woman he hardly knew.



He shot up off the couch and headed to K deck to see the woman who so invaded his thoughts. He arrived to find Marina saying good night to her last guest. He wasn’t sure what to say or what to do. He just needed to see her. When she saw him, the smile she gave him exceeded the boundaries of her face to encompass her entire body. She simply looked radiant.



He walked up to her and hugged her as though it would be the last time. She hesitated only a moment before returning his hug with a passion. After a few moments, he loosened his hug enough to be able to look into her eyes, but he couldn’t speak.



“Are you okay, Isaac?”, she asked.



His heart flew skyward as he heard the genuine concern in her voice. He hugged her again and whispered, “I am now.”



She pulled him inside and they made their way to her couch. He sat facing her again, and he brought his right hand up to gently caress her cheek.



He smiled and looked into her eyes. “Did you know that you have the nicest set of eyes that I have ever seen?”

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Stevens spent the night with Marina. They talked; they hugged; they kissed and they fell asleep holding each other. They woke up together and they ate together, and for the first time Isaac Stevens realized just how lonely he was. He didn’t want to leave, but there was somewhere he had to go.



As he walked to his destination, he remembered the serene look on Marina’s face. She looked so calm and so peaceful. It was the exact opposite of what he saw on Lisa Hunter’s face when he left her office the night before.



Which is why he had to see her and explain why he did what he did. He arrived at the quarters of Admirals Rick and Lisa Hunter, looked down to his watch and said to himself, “0747 hours. They should be almost ready to go.”



He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A few moments later he knocked again. No response.



He was about to knock one more time when the red alert lights flashed to life and the call to battle stations was sounded. He rushed to Engineering and manned his station. He got the report and issued the appropriate orders, watching with pride as his people worked with professionalism.



He didn’t have the details…he didn’t really need them. The power generators needed to be maintained, monitored, regulated and, if necessary, repaired no matter who or what was coming.



A couple of hours passed before the ship was taken off alert status. After that came the after action reports and crew function analysis. It was mid afternoon before he got out of Engineering to get something to eat. He got into the elevator for the ride up to the Mess on C deck.



His mind was a jumble of images, conversations and feelings from the roller coaster ride that had been his life in the last twenty-four hours. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he only barely noticed that the elevator stopped at G deck, and never noticed at all who got on the elevator with him. He never noticed who got on the elevator until the person reached over and hit the emergency stop, causing the elevator to grind to a halt.



His mind shot back to the now and he heard himself say angrily, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”



He reached to press the start button when he heard a voice call his name.



“Lieutenant Commander Isaac Stevens.”



He turned and found himself looking into the blue eyes of General Max Sterling. He snapped to attention and said smartly, “Yes, sir.” Even through the blue tinted glasses of the General, Stevens could see rage in his eyes.



Sterling took a step closer to him and Stevens thought he was going to faint. Sterling had the reputation of being the most patient person in the fleet, who seldom lost his temper and never lost control. He also had the reputation of being dangerous when necessary.



“I understand that something happened last night in Admiral Hunter’s office”, said the General without preamble.



“Oh God”, thought Stevens. “Yes, sir, but if I may explain, sir…”



“Yes Commander…please do”, said Sterling as he folded his arms across his chest.



Stevens swallowed the watermelon-sized lump in his throat. “Sir. I…” His shoulders slumped and he tried again. He explained to General Sterling, of all people, how his sister asked him to go to Marina’s part, what happened there, and then what happened in Lisa’s office.



“It was…it was a mistake, sir. I never meant to do anything of the sort, sir. She was just exhausted, and I was…well, I was overcome with emotion from being with Marina…Lieutenant Adamly, sir.” He looked into Sterling’s eyes, ignoring the discomfort of telling Sterling such personal details, and said, “I even went to their quarters this morning to explain to them both what happened, but they were already gone.” He straightened up and said forcefully, “I never meant to kiss Admiral Hunter, sir. But I accept full responsibility for it, and will accept any disciplinary action the Admiral feels is appropriate.”



He watched as Sterling mulled over what he said. “Relax, Commander”, said Sterling. A sad look came over his face as he said, “Admiral Hunter agrees with you that it was an honest mistake, and I’m pretty sure she would prefer to forget about it. I’m ordering you not to tell a soul about this. Absolutely no one.” Sterling pointed his index finger menacingly at Stevens’ chest ”If I find out that you did, I will be very unhappy. Do you understand?”



Stevens nodded smartly and said, “Absolutely, sir.” In fact it gave him a small measure of relief. He had been struggling with how to tell Marina what had happened, and even if he should tell her for that matter. Thankfully, Sterling took the decision out of his hands, and he was very happy for it. Stevens wasn’t sure if he should ask, but he felt obligated. “Is the Admiral all right, sir?”



Sterling sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know, Commander. She’s very worried about Admiral Hunter.”



Stevens didn’t understand the comment so he said, “Sir? Worried about Admiral Hunter, sir?”



Max looked to him with surprise and asked, “You don’t know what happened?”



When Stevens shook his head, Sterling explained about Rick Hunter’s actions and injuries. He told Stevens how Rick Hunter, out in an Alpha for unspecified reasons, found three Invid carriers hiding in the system. Stevens was amazed to learn how Hunter fought off nine Enforcers, but not before getting hit by the last one. He was saddened to learn that Admiral Hunter was wounded so badly. “As if she didn’t feel bad enough for what I did last night”, he thought.



Sterling finished his story, and as he reached over to start the elevator he said, “So she’s understandably upset right now.”



“Yes, sir.” A moment later the elevator stopped at C deck, and as Stevens walked off he said to Sterling, “I hope the Admiral pulls through, sir. All my hopes…”



Sterling nodded and said, “Thank you, Commander.”



The doors closed and Stevens walked towards the Mess. As he walked through the doors he thought, “What was Admiral Hunter doing out in an Alpha anyway?”



As he finished the thought he saw those beautiful eyes, and the question was lost like a snowflake in the wind.

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As promised, here’s the story of Isaac Stevens. I wanted him to be a nice guy, not a male version of the evil villainess of  “The Sit Room Incident”. Wrong place, wrong time and victim of circumstance type of thing.



I hope you’re all not too disappointed…:)



What do you guys think about doing the Chief next? He should have some interesting insights…don’t you think? Any requests?











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