By: Jennifer L. Kolasa

 

TCS Fury

Terran Confederation Stardate:

2644.318.1532

 

            “Ye’ve got ta be kidding me! This is some kind of sick joke, aye?” Aiden Kole stared in disbelief as he reread his new orders. He shook his head, and sighed.  “Please tell me this is a joke!”

            Denning snickered as he looked over Aiden’s shoulder and read the flimsy.  “What are you complaining about? This is a cake job! Hell, half the guys on this ship would kill for your assignment. While we’re digging ditches, hauling gear, and helping to rebuild the base, you get to show the Captain’s daughter around town.”

            Aiden rolled his eyes, and stuffed the flimsy into a utility pocket. “I’d rather dig ditches than play bodyguard fer the Ice Bitch.”

            “She’s not that bad. What’s the worst that could happen? You take her to dinner, maybe a little dancing, then drop her off at her hotel room.” Denning slapped his friend on the shoulder and laughed. “Who knows Irish, maybe you’ll be the one to thaw her out.”

            “Maybe this is some kind of punishment,” Aiden mumbled.

            “Come on buddy. We need to finish getting packed, and then you can go plan how to sweep Moira off her feet.” Denning laughed again, and winked at his friend.

            Aiden frowned, and shook his head as they walked back to the barracks. “I still say ye’ve got the better assignment.”

 

   

            “Dad, how could you! It’s bad enough that you treat me like a baby, but now you’ve assigned me a baby-sitter?” Moira Clark folded her arms and glared at her father.

            Captain Daniel Clark smiled and hugged his daughter. “He’s not a baby-sitter, he’s a bodyguard. Besides honey, this way you won’t have to stay on the Fury while we’re helping to rebuild the base.”

            Moira rolled her eyes, and shrugged away from her father. “But dad... a marine? Is that really necessary? I can take care of myself!

            “I know, I know. Just humor me, okay? I just want to be sure that you’re safe and have a good time.”    Clark grabbed his uniform jacket, and pulled it on as he walked towards the door.    “You might be tough, but you’re still my little girl.”

            “Dad I’m 21... I’m hardly a little girl.” She smiled at him and grabbed her duffel bag.   “Did you at least pick a jar head who’s not a total moron?”

            Clark chuckled as he opened the door, and ushered Moira out of the living room. “Yes sweetie, I did.   He’s a fine young man.”

            “So who is it then?” She hefted her bag over her shoulder, and walked with Clark towards the Flight Deck.

            Clark smiled as he ignored the question. “I think you know him. He’s one of the young men in Putnam’s squad.”

            Moira stepped in front of her father, and planted her hands on her hips. “So are you going to tell me, or not?

            “Oh all right already... I’ve assigned Lt. Kole to be your escort.” He stepped around Moira, and started to whisper a countdown.  “3.... 2.....1....”

            “WHAT! You assigned Killer Kole to be my bodyguard? Dad, he’s a moron! He’s reckless, sarcastic, cocky, and...”

            Clark quickly cut her off. “He’s a trustworthy officer. He might be cocky and a little reckless, but I can trust him to get the job done. As for his sarcasm and personality, well,” Clark rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I figured that with the way  you argue all the time that you’d prefer a strong willed man as a bodyguard. Think of it as a challenge.”

            “Yeah, a challenge on how fast I can ditch him, or how long until he makes me want to kill him.” She sighed, and picked up her bag.

 

    

            The shuttle ride was proving uneventful. Although they were the only passengers in the spacious cabin, Moira and Aiden kept conversation to a minimum. The agreement was under the guise of security, but there was also an awareness of their being alone together for the next few days. The quiet, relaxing atmosphere and the plush seating arrangements didn't help Moira's efforts to remain focused on her anger at having a baby-sitter. Glancing across the low table at the equally relaxed figure of her companion, Moira could see that Aiden was struggling to remain alert as he gazed out the viewport to their side. There wasn't much to see out there, either, except the swirling purple-black of space.

            Aiden had managed to change attire moments before their shuttle arrived. At the time she'd had little opportunity for more than a glance, but now that they'd settled into their trip and the marine's attention had drifted, Moira risked a longer look. Not bad at all. He cleans up nicely.

            His black pants, without the usual cargo pockets and attachments for gear, were tucked into polished boots, one now resting nonchalantly across the opposite knee.  He wore a  forest green sweater, and the rich color highlighted his eyes. If she hadn't already known him, she might've mistaken the semi-reclined and fully comfortable figure for a native to the posh environment.

            He looks as if he's on vacation, she thought to herself, feeling a mixture of emotions: envy at his apparent ability to relax; annoyance at his being so relaxed; and just a touch of pride to be escorted by such a dashing man. If only we were on vacation...
             Moira shifted in her padded acceleration chair, disturbed by the tangent her thoughts had taken. Theirs was a business relationship.  He was simply following the orders of  the Captain.  She wished the part of her mind that was so fascinated by Aiden Kole would just drop the subject. "So why did you become a Marine?" She asked as much out of curiosity as a desire to break their unnatural silence.

            “I wanted to serve in the military. Originally, I wanted to be a pilot. I spent most of my life dreaming about flying through space and going to Flight School. But once I was there, I just couldn’t hack it.  I had the desire, but not the ability... so I washed out.”

            Charmed by his uncharacteristic openness, Moira offered a genuine smile. "That's when you changed branches?"             Aiden shrugged, as if his decision had been made for him. “It was either that or go back home and end up working in some factory.”

            Moira nodded. “Yeah, I’ve heard that most of the people who end up as Marines get there because they can’t hack it in the other branches.  You have to be smart to be a pilot.”

            Aiden sharpened his look at her, still wary of her motivations for digging into his past. "Don't worry,  I’m smart enough to play bodyguard fer a spoiled Captain’s daughter.”
            Moira hadn't intended to put the marine on the defensive. She frowned and looked away. "Never mind, that's not what I meant."

            “So what about you then? How come ye’re cruising around with Daddy instead of  having a life of yer own? Or are ye just hoping to snag a nice pilot to settle down with?” He looked over at her, and raised an eyebrow in question.

            Moira hesitated, wishing she hadn't started this conversation in the first place. She hated revealing anything about herself, no doubt for the same reasons that he tended to keep quiet about his own past—why present a possible weapon to a potential enemy? The better someone knew you, the better they knew how to hurt you. It was a tough but necessary lesson her father had taught her in preparation for a life in the public eye.
            One corner of his mouth twitched up into a mirthless smile. "What’s wrong? Did I hit a sore spot?"
            Moira’s expression and tone were serious. "Let’s get one thing straight right here and now, Lieutenant. Despite your evident opinions to the contrary, you aren’t here for a vacation. I am.  Do we have an understanding?"
            Aiden returned her intense stare, clearly peeved by her patronizing tone. "Why does everything with ye have to be some giant argument, or a challenge? Aren’t ye ever nice?"
             Before Moira could respond, a voice came over the shuttle's public address system announcing their imminent arrival.  As the ship began to maneuver closer to the docking bay, the gigantic mass of  Maxwell City rose into view.  Far from smooth and uniform, the city was made up of very individualistic structures that interconnected towards the center. The layers had grown upward and outward over the years as each building grew in size and extravagance, expressing the whims and styles of their wealthy owners. Inside it was a huge mass of both private and public residences, casinos, shops, and restaurants.
            Moira risked a glance to get Aiden's reaction to their view and had to hide a smile. He appeared surprised by some of the manufactured landscape.
            Moments later the shuttle entered a narrow ravine between the foundations of buildings, so towering that they seemed to touch the stars beyond. The shuttle banked and slowed as it entered the gaping entrance, then settled into an empty spot on a deck crowded with a fleet of similar craft. The moment he felt the landing pads of the shuttle touch down, Aiden began undoing his acceleration straps, and Moira followed suit. They gathered their few belongings, and headed for the exit. Aiden flashed her a quick smile. "Here's to a new adventure," he muttered under his breath. "Let's hope it’s a short one."
            "So help me, Kole, if you—"
            She was cut short by the loud hiss of airlocks releasing and hydraulics in action as the boarding ramp lowered. Aiden gallantly gestured for her to proceed him, then followed her down the ramp. She'd just set foot on the deck when a single figure, a sharply dressed young man, appeared from the closest hanger exit and headed toward them. Aiden reached to touch Moira's arm to gain her attention. She glanced at him and he indicated their surroundings with a slight nod

            "Miss Clark?" the young man asked in a confident tone as he drew close. He stretched out a hand to shake hers in greeting. "Welcome to Maxwell City. My name is Todd Roose, and I'll be your contact here at the hotel during your stay."
            "It's very nice to meet you, Todd," Moira said with a warm smile. She turned to introduce her companion. "This is Aiden Kole. He... ‘volunteered’ to accompany me during my vacation."
            He shook Aiden's hand. "Mr. Kole, welcome to Maxwell City. As you may have noticed Miss Clark, we've taken the precaution of removing all docking bay personnel prior to your arrival at your father’s request. I'd like to explain a little more about the arrangements we've made for your stay here," Todd continued. "We've arranged exceptional accommodations in the best rooms in the hotel. I've no doubt that you'll find the rooms to your liking."
            "I'm sure they'll be perfect," Moira reassured.
            Aiden rolled his eyes. Must be nice to be a spoiled brat...

            “If you’ll follow me, I’ll show you to your suite.” Todd smiled as he led them into the hotel,  past the busy reception desk, and then he headed for a bank of lifts at the opposite end of the spacious lobby.  “These lifts can take you to your room. Here are your keys, and if you need anything else just beep the front desk.”

            Rather than enter the closest one, already occupied by another couple, Aiden chose an empty lift two doors away. He set one of their bags down, and reached into a pocket to pull out his hotel key. He waited until Moira followed him in before slipping the key into the access slot. There was the sound of a soft chime as the doors slid closed. Aiden removed the key and replaced it in his pocket.
            “I can’t believe I have to share a suite with you,” Moira huffed angrily.  

            Aiden mentally counted to three, as he fought the urge to strangle her. “Stop grousing, and just deal with it. I’m not any happier about this job than ye are about having me around.”

            "I'm not grousing about it. It's just that—"  Moira stopped mid-sentence as another soft chime interrupted and the doors slid open. "Wow," she breathed.
            Aiden looked over her shoulder into what was nothing less than a palatial sitting room, filled to the vaulted ceiling with rich colors, brocades, and plush furnishings. When she remained frozen in place, he reached up to press an index finger into the back of her shoulder. He pushed until she was forced to step forward to keep her balance, and she glared at him.

            Aiden dropped their bags onto the nearest couch, one of the many that were arranged into conversational circles throughout the central room, then began a quick inspection of the entire suite. She watched him as his smile grew before he disappeared into an adjoining room. An instant later she heard a laugh and curiosity got the best of her. She followed his path into the side room.
            "A whirlpool," Aiden exulted as she stopped beside him. "I knew this job would have perks."
            "Yes, well—" Moira stared down with longing at the huge sunken tub, filled and ready for use. She fumbled for a better reply, disturbed by how quickly her mind brimmed with all sorts of scenarios that would feed the CONFED rumor mills for years to come. "Too bad I didn't think to pack the appropriate swim wear."
            "Swim wear?" He shrugged and grinned at her optimistically. "Hey, we're all friends here. Aye?"
            She felt her cheeks darken and turned away before he could notice. She was tempted to take him up on the offer, if only to immerse herself in such luxury after years of loathsome sonics and recycled water showers.

            Leaving Aiden, she moved back into the main room and headed toward one of the two other doors to get a look at her sleeping arrangements. She was greeted with the sight of a magnificent bed, surrounded by a scattering of lounging furniture, a desk, and mirrors. She found every modern amenity imaginable, including a private shower. What demanded her attention, however, was the wide transparasteel wall at the far end. From this vantage point she had a commanding view of the uneven surface and horizon of Maxwell City far below, lit up against the black velvet backdrop of deep space.
            "Nice view, aye?"
            She turned to find Aiden standing in the entrance to her chosen room, carrying her duffel. He stepped in without invitation and dropped  it on her bed, then waved at the window-wall. "We're in the tallest structure in the City."
            "I believe it. This suite must cost an absolute fortune. Remind me to thank my dad when we get back"
            “Yeah it must be nice to have a daddy with bucks.”  Not giving her the chance to get the last word, he ended the conversation by turning and leaving the room.

            She remained in front of her window for a few moments, her thoughts in turmoil as she basked in the wondrous tableau. Maybe her estimation of Aiden wasn't fair, but she had the distinct feeling he'd be bored, and worse yet, would start to fidget. And maybe it was her ingrained stubbornness that made her want to flaunt her father’s directive. In any case, she resented the implication by both men that she required help.  She turned away from the window, and headed back into the main living room.
            "Aiden, I've been thinking..."
            Her words caused him to turn his head and look her straight in the eyes. She could see a wariness that hadn't been there a moment before. "That's a dangerous habit,”  he muttered.
            She frowned. He'd been such a good companion, for the most part, that she'd forgotten how ornery he could be. "There's no reason for you to stay with me for this." Detecting no drastic reaction, she pressed on. "There's been no hint of any danger whatsoever. I have a good feeling about it."
            He let out a groan, then announced, "I don't think it's a good idea. I am here to protect ye. That's my job."
            It was her turn to sigh. "You're here because  my father wanted you here—not me."
            "So, ye're saying that ye're countermanding his order? Sorry, but I don’t think so kid. I’m not about to end up in the brig because ye wanted to throw a hissy fit.”
            “I AM NOT A KID!” She glared at him, and balled up her fists.

            Aiden held both hands up in a surrender motion and nodded. “Okay... I’m sorry. yer right, ye’re not a kid. So can we call a truce and go out for a while?”

            She sat down, then  propped her elbow on the armrest of the chair and a temple on her fist. "What did you have in mind?"
            "Dress up. Shop a little if ye want. Find a good restaurant. Maybe check out the night life—there's lots here to do."
            Moira nodded. "That sounds tempting."
            They eyed one another for a long moment, then Aiden nudged her foot with his booted toe. "Come on, then. Let's go."
            As an afterthought, he offered a helping hand. She seemed cautious for a moment, then reached up to grasp it. He pulled her to her feet. She rocked back on her heels before regaining her balance, then straightened her clothing, some of that ingrained composure seeming to seep back after her brief lapse in behavior. "All right, give me some time to freshen up and change."
            "Sure. Meet ye back out here." He smiled, and watched her retreat to her room.

       

            Moira made a final touchup to her lipstick, then set the makeup down and studied her reflection in the mirror. You're playing with fire, she reflected as she pouted her lips. What she was about to do would, for better or worse, alter whatever relationship she had with Aiden Kole. I sure hope you know what you're doing.
            Drawing a deep breath,  Moira squared her shoulders and turned to face the door. She felt as ready as she'd ever be.
            When the door hissed open and she stepped out, she found the common sitting room empty, but the door to Aiden's sleeping quarters open. As she moved into the center of the room, she became very conscious of air currents on newly exposed skin. She wasn't used to such a revealing garment and realized it had an effect on how she carried herself. She'd never been so aware of her own sexuality and how she projected it

            "Ye look incredible!"
            Moira spun around to find Aiden standing in the doorway to his room. "Thank you," she responded in reflex, already fascinated by his own appearance. Dressed all in black, he looked like some sleek predator. His trousers were loosely tailored and creased, and broke just over the tops of low-cut, rather new-looking dress shoes. She didn't think she'd ever seen him in anything but boots or all-weather gear. His shirt was tight, with a high, single-band neckline, and sleeves that stopped mid-forearm; it hugged and accented some unexpected muscle definition that she found mesmerizing. Even his hair was neat and he'd shaved. She suspected the real Aiden Kole has been kidnapped and replaced by an impostor. A handsome impostor, to be sure...
            "Ready to go?" He held out his closest elbow in invitation.
            "I'm ready." Moira accepted his escorting arm and was surprised by the texture of his shirt and the hard muscle underneath. As her fingers naturally curled around his biceps, she could pick up the slightest flex in his arm, the heat from his body. He felt wonderful.  Arm in arm, they strolled toward the door.

            Aiden turned his gaze to look at her. “I heard there was a live concert tonight.... ye interested?”
            Intrigued by the suggestion, she nodded. "I'd like that."
            Aiden grinned at her and she found herself returning it this time, maintaining eye contact. He really did have nice eyes. Sort of an ice blue and green combination that darkened with his moods. She could feel her smile growing as she looked at him.
            "What?" he prompted, his own smile growing in response, even as his brow furrowed in question.
            Moira shook her head, not sure where her thoughts had wandered. She waved a dismissing hand. "Nothing. Just thinking."
            "Tell me."
            "You look handsome tonight." She blushed slightly.
            His eyebrows shot up in surprise, and she probably deserved the shocked response. She almost never complimented him, particularly on a personal level. She supposed it was due to stubbornness and maybe a little fear of allowing such a chink in her armor. She didn't see any harm in being honest now, however. He deserved that much, considering how amiable he'd been so far on their trip.
            His expression eased back into the smile she found so fascinating. "Thanks. I don't get a chance to dress up much. Not many special occasions when ye're ground pounding."
            Moira knew Aiden could see her smile as they stepped off the plaza flagstone and onto the grass. It was exciting, in an innocent way, to be finding their own path through the copse of trees that divided the indoor park. Without hesitation she accepted Aiden's proffered hand as they moved out of the pool of light, which spilled from the restaurant area, and into the moonlight that illuminated the park with silvery highlights. She allowed him to lead her through the scattered bushes and trees, heading toward the source of the haunting music. She was beginning to feel lost again, unsure of what was happening between them. She was enjoying this too much and every internal alarm she'd ever cultivated jangled for attention.
            The music grew louder and more distinct as they passed through the trees, then suddenly doubled in volume as they stepped out into another clearing, filled with a milling crowd of people. A raised platform, lit by colored floodlights and brightened by streamers and banners, dominated the center of the clearing. The entire crowd resembled a burst of celebratory color, even in the subdued evening light. Without the trees to muffle the sound of the concert in progress, they could hear the complexity of the stirring music.
            "Real instruments!" Moira  marveled aloud. Even from their distance, she could see the six-member band and the lead singer. The rich, heady music from the stringed and wind instruments had a resonance that no amount of modern technology could ever emulate. The female singer seemed the star of the group. Her voice was lush and deep and told of exotic worlds far away. The good music, combined with the enthusiastic response from their audience and the excitement of the night, created a heady mixture that beckoned Moira to join in.
            "D’ye want to get closer?" Aiden asked, seeming to read her mind.
            She glanced up and noticed his pleased expression. He's enjoying this as much as I am. Even as she contemplated that thought, the band shifted into another song, this one more upbeat in tempo. The crowd began to clap along. It was thrilling and infectious. She nodded to the beat and he laughed, the sound nearly lost to the noise around them.
            The crowd began to press in on them as they moved forward, so he let go of her hand and fell behind her. She felt his hands settle on her shoulders and he steered her through the groups of dancers and revelers. Moira eventually felt him tug a little, bringing them to a stop. They were much closer to the stage now and had an excellent view of the band.

            Moira turned back to watch the performers, no longer able to keep from nodding along with the compelling beat. She could tell that he was just as caught up now because he began to tap his thumbs at the base of her neck, keeping time with the music.
            The music changed once again, this time a slower, more subtle rhythm. Without any conscious effort, she felt herself sway to the new beat; she glanced around and noticed that the crowd was separating into dancing couples. She could see as well as feel the shift in mood around them as the song dropped into a more measured and hypnotic pace that was compelling and soothing all at once. The tune took on an almost eerie quality, becoming a siren's song that shimmered and drifted above and around them. She closed her eyes and focused on the enchanting sound.
            Her eyes flew open a few seconds later, however, when she felt the hands on her shoulders begin to gently knead the muscles there. She wondered if she should pull away or say something in protest. She didn't want Aiden getting the wrong idea, whatever that might be. But she didn't want him to stop, either. After another moment she closed her eyes again, rationalizing that it'd be rude to reject him now; her window of opportunity for complaint had closed. She sighed and allowed her head to tip forward as his strong thumbs eased up to the base of her skull, working the ever-tense muscles and tendons. Maybe it was the music, or just the magic that seemed to infuse the night, but she found herself loving the feel of his fingers on her bare skin.
            It took her a while longer to realize that she was actually moving along with the music. In fact, it wasn't until she felt his hands slide down her arms and then to her sides that she became aware of their movement together. His hands didn't quite come to rest at her waist, but rather seemed to float around her, just close enough to bump against her in a continuous and tantalizing way. Keenly aware of his closer proximity, she flushed, then gasped when she felt him push up against her, his hands now riding gently on the rolling motion of her hips. She had no doubt he was aware of her own reaction—how could he not be? She felt herself tremble at the contact. She opened her eyes and stared at the performers on stage, but paid no attention to them, her senses focused on the erotic sensations that surged through her as he held her even closer. Exhilarated, she couldn't resist meeting his movement and felt his chest close the distance between them and touch her shoulders. Undeniably aroused now, Moira shivered again but made no attempt to pull away.
            She felt Aiden's hands brush across her midriff until his arms encircled her, holding her in a loose but secure embrace as they swayed together. No longer questioning what was happening, Moira closed her eyes again and overlapped his arms with her own, her hands cupping his elbows, doubling the hug. Without prompting, she allowed her head to fall back until it rested against his shoulder as they continued to move with the sensuous music. His cheek settled against her hair, and for a brief eternity she gave in to the sheer pleasure of being held and desired. If only for a moment, she believed she belonged in his arms—that she was a part of the pulsating life around her and nothing else mattered.

            Almost beyond her conscious awareness, the music began to pick up tempo, giving way to a more lively beat. Drawing an invigorating breath and feeling as if she were emerging from a trance, Moira opened her eyes. The crowd around them was morphing once again, the couples separating and forming into larger groups that continued to dance and undulate. The lead singer began to thank them all for coming and wishing them a wonderful evening as the band continued playing in the background.
            Moira was disappointed at having caught the tail end of the concert—and that they'd have to stop dancing. She felt Aiden's arms shift around her again and knew she should step away to break the spell they'd both clearly fallen under. She didn't want him to let go, however. They'd have to face one another, to confront what had just happened, and she couldn't think of a single thing to say. She wasn't even sure what had happened. She wanted to blame the music—anything but the fact that she'd wanted this to happen.
            He turned his head against hers and planted a quick kiss on her temple; her face flushed with heat at the contact. He then released her and caught her hand in his own to keep them from separating as the audience began to disperse as the last strains of music filled the night.
            He began leading her toward one of the many public transports located along the edge of the park. They didn't speak as they squeezed onto one of the crowded shuttles. Unable to find a seat, they remained standing. Taking advantage of the moment to reclaim her hand from his, Moira gripped a support pole as the shuttle resumed moving.
            She couldn't smooth the upheaval of emotions that she'd experienced in the past few hours. Things were happening too fast and events kept replaying in her mind like a damaged holodisk. She was a little unsettled by what had just happened between her and Aiden—not necessarily by how it made her feel, but by how she'd so easily given over control. How was she supposed to handle this new development? The responsible Moira demanded that she remain aloof and not even address the issue. But the rest of her was already looking forward to all the possibilities she could imagine.
            She leaned her forehead against the cool metal of the pole, trying to clear her mind and regain some focus. Damn him for so easily disrupting any sense of composure she could muster!
            "Hey, are ye all right?"
            She realized he was studying her, a hint of worry in his expression. Knowing her cheeks probably glowed under the harsh lights from the low ceiling, she nodded and straightened up, regretting her lapse in demeanor. "I'm fine."
            "It's getting late. I'll take ye back to the hotel if ye want."
            "Maybe I am a little tired," she mumbled, realizing the excuse could be a convenient way to end the evening.
            Aiden seemed to hesitate as if he wanted to add something, but then just grinned back.
            A restless silence prevailed between them for the rest of the trip. They disembarked and crossed the walkway in front of the hotel. As they passed through the lobby, Moira grew aware of the fact that he hadn't retaken her hand and found that she missed the gesture.
            Back in the suite moments later, she released a sigh. Although her need to remain on guard was far from gone—the man now sealing the door behind them was a perfect reminder of that—she nonetheless felt herself relax knowing this was a safe haven, a home.
            He bent toward her ear and she felt his breath tickle the fine tendrils of hair against her neck. "I want to kiss ye."

            She moved to meet his gaze again, speechless. No one had ever told her that before. What did one say when a normally irreverent marine whispered sweet nothings in one's ear?
            She didn't have an opportunity to find out. In one smooth action, Aiden brought his hands up to frame her cheeks, and planted a quick, firm kiss on her mouth. Surprised, she pressed one hand against his chest, while the other dropped to the wall behind them as she tried to keep from falling on him. Before she could react any more, he broke off and started to pull away, then seemed to change his mind and pressed his lips to hers again, this time in a more languid caress. Moira felt some automatic response within her kick in and take over. Didn't you always wonder what those lips could do? Now you know. Rather than push him away, she closed her eyes, shutting out other distractions as she leaned into the unanticipated union. She felt one of his hands move to the back of her  head, entwining in her hair as his sensuous mouth incited a riot of sensations and emotions.

            She no longer knew when one kiss ended and the next began. His hand was working through her hair, and his other hand had fallen to her opposite arm, holding her as her mouth now met and returned each caress of his lips. His breath felt hot against her cheek, sounding just as labored as her own, and she found it thrilling and reassuring to know he was just as affected as she.
            She felt as though she were floating and heavy all at once, as though a new source of energy had been tapped even as she found it more and more difficult to remain upright. Both of her hands pressed against his chest now, fingers splayed not just for support, but also to touch him, enjoying the tactile sensations this man sent coursing through her. One of her hands slid up to the back of his neck of its own volition, holding him closer. She ran her fingers through his hair—if she'd had a credit for every time she'd wanted to do that! She sighed from the pleasurable texture and scent of him.

            One of his hands slid down onto the bare skin of her back, radiating a heat that went right to her core. The shock of the contact jolted her body, exciting and sobering her all at once. "Aiden! Stop... I...I can't think." '
.         "Ye're not supposed to think," he reassured, his hot breath against the naked flesh of her neck making her shiver.
            “I have to think and I can't right now. I can't..." She couldn't stop trembling, electricity still coursing through her body, every sensation seeming to heighten the amperage.
            "Sweetheart..." There was a mixture of concern, frustration, and sheer arousal in his voice. "Take it easy. Shhhhh, it's okay Moira. We'll slow down."
            She closed her eyes for an instant, trying to regain her bearings and her breath. His words of encouragement—whether or not he meant them—were soothing. "I'm sorry," she murmured, not even sure what she was sorry about. Letting him down? Mussing his hair? "I should go. I'm sorry." Her apology was beginning to sound like a mantra.  Her head was swimming. He rubbed his thumbs into her arms, demanding her attention, until she finally met his gaze. The sincere look of worry on his features now seemed so incongruous after the passion she'd witnessed moments before.
            "Stop apologizing," he said, his tone gently coaxing. "Ye didn't do anything wrong. I had a great time tonight."
            She took a moment to nod. "I did too." Only then did he ease his grip.
            "Good." He paused, then bowed and placed a more chaste kiss on her forehead before letting her go. "G'night."
            "Good night." Still confused, her head buzzing and body tingling, she turned and headed for the privacy of her quarters.

 

  

            The dark room was full of shadows and silvery highlights, just enough for Moira to see her plush surroundings. She was immersed to her shoulders in the whirlpool, her bare arms resting along its edge. She floated in utter luxury, feeling her muscles ease and relax like she never thought they could. With a sigh, she sank deeper, allowing her head to rest on the rim of the sunken tub as the natural buoyancy of her body and the bubbles from the powerful jets lifted her into near bliss. It was an unreal setting, the beautiful vista of the Maxwell City skyline spread out before her on a backdrop of diamond stars, and she could imagine drifting through space as well, unconfined and warm.
            But not alone. A dark silhouette emerged at the edge of her vision and moved across the room. It was Aiden. As he closed the distance, she realized he was naked. She felt a rush of excitement, of tension, as she realized that she was also naked.
            Without a word, Aiden paused at the edge of the pool, gazing down at her. Even in the darkness she could see the definition of muscle, the curve of flesh, and she felt a surge of desire that made her inhale sharply. Her body temperature escalated as though she'd absorbed all the heat from the water in which she was submerged. She should feel embarrassed, or furious for his boldness, but she didn't. She should make some attempt to hide her own nakedness, but she didn't do that either.
            Still silent, he finally moved, stepping into the pool and dropping deeper into the water until he rested across from her at eye level. "We're all friends here," he said, breaking the silence that had enveloped them. His deep voice rumbled across the rippling water, the vibrations not stopping at her skin but penetrating her, his baritone timbre resonating throughout her electrified body.
            Moira could feel her breathing grow shallow, more labored. She closed her eyes for a moment, wondering if the compulsion she felt to move closer was real. The urge was too much to resist. She opened her eyes again and met his gaze, dark with a fire all their own. Her heart pounded so hard that she could feel her blood rush throughout her body with each pulse. No one, nothing, had ever excited her as much as his look, his body, his being so close.
            Again without a word, he held out a hand and she automatically grasped it. Not moving, he instead pulled, easing her away from the edge. She was floating, drifting, all resistance gone now. She found herself in his embrace, warm and powerful limbs enfolding her, drawing her against his solid chest. Without thought, she wrapped her arms around his neck and straddled him. She reveled in the sensations of his bare flesh against hers.

            Their lips then met in a mutual kiss of passion. His tongue was slick and strong as it invaded her mouth, then aggressively explored; she wrestled him in turn, almost laughing with joy, just as excited to discover new territory. She could feel the evidence of his own arousal nestled between her legs, as hot as the water around them. Wanting to feel every centimeter of his body rubbing against hers, she rocked easily in the water. The friction was divine and she fell into a rhythm that was hypnotic and ancient. He seemed to have other plans, however. Even as he continued to perform the most erotic exploration of her mouth, his hands came to rest on her hips, slowing and controlling her movement in his lap, gently torturing her. She ran her hands through his hair, giving in to the wild and restless feelings that had taken over. She throbbed, ached with an intensity she'd never known before. She wanted him. She wanted him!
            Her breathing became heavier as his hands began stroking up and down her sides, her back, then around to glide across her wet breasts and brush against her hard nipples. He pinched one between his fingers, then ducked his head to take it into his mouth and gently catch it between his teeth. With a shiver and ragged, inarticulate cry, her back arched and she closed her eyes as the delicious feelings his teasing evoked skittered through her body. Then his lips pressed against her bare shoulder and his teeth dug in a little—just a hint of animal hunger—before his tongue smoothed over the spot and ran along her collarbone and up the side of her neck to her earlobe. The tremor that shook her caused a feral groan that she barely recognized as her own. One of his hands slid down to cup her behind, then down along the smooth skin of her thigh to pause behind her bent knee. With a gentle pull, he adjusted her position in his lap, then moved his hand along her inner thigh until he found what he'd seemed to be leisurely searching for.
            "Aiden," she exclaimed, her voice cracking. She opened her eyes, needing to see his shadowed face reflecting the same smoldering lust she felt.

            With a strangled gasp, Moira jerked awake. Shivering, her heart beating at a frightening pace, she stared at her dark and foreign surroundings. She was huddled in the center of her hotel bed, the sheets a tangled heap at her feet, very much alone. Had she cried out Aiden's name? She could almost hear her outburst echoing in her spacious quarters, and waited with some trepidation for the marine to burst into her room to investigate. But there was no noise from outside.
            Memories of the day just past filtered back into her mind and, if only for a few moments, that fine line between the reality of what they'd done and the surreal events of her dream seemed to blur. She had to think hard to sort out fact from fantasy.
            Trying to calm her shattered nerves, Moira curled up tighter and rubbed her face with still-trembling hands in an attempt to scrub away the remnants of her dream—both the good and bad. As if erotic dreams about Aiden Kole weren't disturbing enough...   She uncurled and rolled over onto her other side, wondering how she'd ever get to sleep again.

 

   

            As far as mornings-after went, Moira realized this one could've been a lot worse. Her feelings were still muddled and she wished she could just erase all the false starts in their relationship and start over. She wanted to be angry with Aiden for making the first move, or regretful of what they'd done, or at the very least mad at herself for enjoying it as much as she had. All she could muster, however, was embarrassment at having backed out at the last moment.

            Moira felt a sappy grin flicker across her face and sighed as she sat on the edge of the bed to pull her boots on. She was stubborn to a fault, but she wasn't a fool; they'd come very close to consummating their relationship last night, and she'd relished every moment. She supposed she should be shocked by that fact, but she wasn't. She couldn't remember a reason now for having suddenly stopped the encounter, other than maybe some remnant fear of the unknown or of giving up control. He'd been charming, funny, and attractive—the perfect gentleman. And that voice... Moira smiled when she remembered how only a day ago she’d thought that his Irish lilt had been annoying.  But now she couldn’t wait to hear the sound of his voice.

            She wasn't sure she wanted to go out and face him, but staying locked up in her room wasn't an option, either. Gathering her courage, she triggered the door and stepped out. A quick glance told her that he'd already ordered breakfast. He was dressed in casual black fatigue pants, a royal blue shirt, and black combat boots. He was so handsome that she forgot to breathe.
            He was removing the silver dome from the room service platter when he looked up and smiled. "Morning  gorgeous. Hey, there's enough food here fer four people...Guess I'll have a roll and leave you the rest, aye?"
            His good-natured jibe at her appetite was so unexpected that she let out a little squawk of habitual outrage before laughing. "Another crack like that and I won't leave anything for you, jar head."
            Oh, he's good, she realized with admiration. He knew how to dispel any awkwardness that might've lingered from last night, and with a single smart-assed comment, at that. She had to applaud such diplomacy, even if she was the butt of the joke. She felt a certain amount of relief at their seeming resumption of the status quo. She'd been worried that he might be angry or disappointed with her, or worse yet, that he'd decided she was a tease and given up on her.
            He chuckled and set the cover aside, then picked up a piece of cut fruit and popped it into his mouth. "Well, ye'll need fuel today—we're hitting the inner levels and I feel like exploring."
            Moira walked over next to him and looked down at the breakfast, nodding in approval. This was a whole different category from the food they got back on the TCS Fury.
            "Help yerself. I'll be right back." He turned on his heel, but then paused and landed a kiss on her cheek before striding away toward his room. She turned to watch him leave, her hand automatically rising to touch where he'd kissed her. Something deep in her chest ached from the casualness of the gesture. They were definitely in strange territory.
            "Was there any place in particular ye wanted to go today?" Aiden queried as he reentered the main sitting room.             A pastry now in hand, Moira turned and watched him as he neared. He was fiddling with something and it took her a moment to recognize the device. It was a stinger, a palm-sized one-shot projectile weapon, favored in espionage for its silence and easy concealment. If a spy needed more firepower, chances were he was already as good as dead.
            "Did you have that yesterday?" she asked.
            "What? This?" He held up the gun, then tucked it into what appeared to be a tiny holster inside his waistband at the small of his back. "Ye didn't think I was totally unarmed, did ye?"
            "Of course not. A fine bodyguard you'd be without something."
            Dropping his arms to his sides, he frowned at her. "Is that what I am?"
            "Among other things," she quipped, but softened the blow with an answering smile, then took a bite of her pastry to avoid elaborating.
            He grunted, apparently willing to let her win that round, then reached around her to grab a roll.

 

   

            Aiden was pretty sure he'd go out of his mind before this little trip was over. While he'd willingly chosen to pursue Moira at all costs, he'd had no idea it'd be such a mental and physical strain.  If Denning could see me now...  Who’d have thought? Me and the Captain’s daughter...
            Last night had been the culmination—and with any luck the turning point. There was no better way to describe it. And now she was fresh and vivid in his mind: her flushed face and swollen lips, her weight and heat pressing against him,  and her surprised gasp of pleasure as he'd tasted her skin. His fingers still tingled from the smoothness of her flesh. The very thought of it was nearly enough to send him over the edge, and it'd been a near superhuman effort to let go of her last night.
            If I'm gonna function at all today, I gotta think of something else, Aiden told himself.
            They'd paused at one of the railings lining a catwalk and peered down at the bustling crowd that flowed around the open circle. They could see three more levels below them and then a small sitting park decorated with trees and a water fountain.
            He rested his elbows on the railing and leaned over further to get a better look, then glanced at his companion and saw that she was content to hold onto the rail and watch the moving people across the way.
            Despite her occasional snappy comments during breakfast, she'd been a little subdued and it didn't take a university degree to figure out why. Maybe they'd both been surprised by the zeal of her response last night.
            Idiot. He could kick himself for trying to take things too far too fast. But her new willingness had caused him to rush like a teenager. He was damned sure that things would be very different if he ever got a second chance—and if the vibes coming from her were any indication, a second chance wasn't out of the question anymore.
            He couldn't stop looking at her, and for probably the first time since he'd know Moira, he didn't feel a need or desire to mask or mock his fascination. She seemed very conscious of this attention and for once didn't try to deflect it.  No wonder she always acted so stuck up and superior all the time. She’s been trying to scare everyone off...  Perhaps some of that renowned Clark confidence had finally seeped into the shy girl she'd hidden and protected for so long. He suspected that if he just keep gently tapping at her barriers, they'd collapse from simple fatigue now.

            “Moira, listen... I, uh...” He frowned as his wrist-comm beeped, then stepped aside and activated it. “Kole here...”

            “Lieutenant, this is Captain Clark. Sorry to cut Moira’s vacation short, but the Fury has been reassigned, and we’re pulling out within the hour. I need you and Moira back here on the double. I hope she wasn’t too much of a handful for you Lieutenant. Clark Out.”

            Aiden frowned and turned to give her the bad news, but she cut him off. “I heard. I guess we’d better go pack.” She turned away from him, and started walking back to the hotel.

 

  

            So far the trip back to the ship had been uneventful, and very quiet. Moira had settled onto the seat across from Aiden. He turned and found her perched on the edge, eyeing him. "What?" he asked. He sounded a little more curt than he'd intended so he followed it up with a little smile.
            "What?" Moira shook her head a little, as if just realizing that she'd been staring. She shifted, then drew her legs up underneath her and sat back in the oversized seat. She looked away, and picked at the armrest in distraction.
            It's going to be one of those conversations, Aiden thought as he watched her. She was settling in for the long haul. They still hadn't delved into what had happened between them while at the hotel and he could tell that maybe now she was ready to question him. A few hours ago he would've been more than happy to explore all the possibilities with her, but now... He still wanted that, more than anything, but his situation had grown infinitely more complicated since then. What would he do if this amazing woman decided that she’d changed her mind?

            "Aiden..."
            Here it comes, he thought with some dread.
            "Despite everything, I wanted to thank you for your help. I'll make sure that dad knows you were an excellent bodyguard."
            He knew he was frowning at her but couldn't help it. Was that all that was on her mind? He had to admit feeling disappointed that she didn't get straight to the point about them; at least then he'd know where they both stood on the issue.  He looked up at her, said nothing, and returned his gaze toward the window with an expression of wounded resignation. Moira crossed the cabin and stood in front of him. She waited a moment, then gently touched shoulder.

            He jerked at the unanticipated touch, and glanced up to find that Moira hadn't moved. She stood beside him now as her fingers buried themselves in the longer hair at the nape of his neck. He watched her, unmoving, as surprise and pleasure warred with the sadness in his heart. There was a new vulnerability in her eyes that made him want to shrug off all his worries and run away with her; take her to the farthest corner of the galaxy and never come back. He wanted to take her into his arms and tell her it was going to be all right, and yet he did nothing. He realized the level of courage she must have worked up to make such a bold move—it was the first time she'd initiated intimate physical contact with him—and the futility of this new development made him ache as he hardened his expression. This just wasn't meant to be.   What could a grunt offer someone like her?

             As if she'd sensed his train of thought, a faint flush rose to her cheeks and a bewildered, hurt look crept across her features. Her hand dropped away and she went back to her seat. They spent the rest of the trip in silence.

                                   

   

            “Hey Irish! So what happened down there?” Denning jogged across the Flight Deck  and stood at the bottom of the shuttle’s ramp. “So tell me already. How did it go with the Ice Bitch?”

            Aiden growled and slammed his fist into Denning’s gut, knocking him to the Flight Deck. “Don’t ever call her that again!”

            Denning slowly sat up and stared at his friend in shock. “Yeah, uh... sure thing.”

            Moira stood at the hatch of the shuttle, and watched in disbelief. She knew that the crew called her the Ice Bitch, but had never expected Aiden to defend her honor.

            As he picked up his duffel bag, Aiden finally spotted her standing there. His eyes locked with hers, and Moira could see the frustration and pain he was trying to hide. He slung the bag over his shoulder and fled from the Flight Deck before she could say anything.

 

   

            It was late evening on the ship and the halls in the barracks were quiet. Moira made her way down the passageway to the Marine Deck quarters. She stopped outside one of the doors and hesitated, formulating the things she intended to say, then pressed the summons button. There was a long pause and she began to wonder if the occupant was already asleep, but then the door slid open and a sleepy Lieutenant Aiden Kole appeared. His eyebrows shot up in surprise and he stepped out into the corridor.
            "Moira?"
            "Hi, Aiden. I know it's late so I don't want to keep you up. I just...I wanted to apologize. You entrusted something special to me and I let you down.”  She could detect a crease in her friend's brow—even in the dim overhead lights of the corridor—and it made her feel even more guilty. "I'm so very sorry, and I want you to have this." She brought her hand up and held out a beautiful medallion made of three tiers of fine platinum, with the image of a dragon embossed on the front. It shimmered in the soft light.
            There was a soft exhalation and Aiden tilted his head, his eyes going from the proffered gift to Moira. "This really isn't—"
            "Please, take it. It’s identical to the one my mother gave me. I had it made just for you." She removed her necklace from where it was tucked under her shirt, and showed it to him.
            The Lieutenant hesitated another long moment, then raised his hand and accepted the offering. "Thank ye...”  Before he could say another word, Moira grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him close to her. Aiden’s eyes widened in surprise as she pressed her lips to his in a lingering kiss of passion. “But I thought...”

            Moira smiled at him. "Careful,  that’s a dangerous habit," she mimicked his comment from the other day.

            Aiden gave her a look of confusion. “What is?”

            “Too much thinking...” She stroked his cheek and kissed him again. She laughed at the dumbfounded look on his face. “Oh that’s right... you jar heads aren’t that bright. Okay, how about if I put it this way?”  Moira slid her arms around his neck and gazed directly into his eyes.  “I love you Aiden Kole.”

            Aiden’s eyes lit up as the realization finally hit him. He whooped loudly as he picked her up and swung her around. Several marines shouted from inside their rooms for him to be quiet, and the couple laughed quietly. He hugged her tightly, not wanting to ever let go. “Um, Moira? I just have one question for ye.”

            “What’s that?” Even in the dim light of the hallway, Moira could swear he was blushing.

            “Well... who’s going to tell yer dad?”

            Moira laughed, and ruffled his hair. “Just leave dad to me. After all, it was his idea to send you with me.”

 

  

TCS Fury

Terran Confederation Stardate:

2646.051.2147

 

            The second the Marine LC touched down on the Flight Deck, Aiden raced from the cockpit to the Fury's medical unit, his heart clutched by a cold, almost paralyzing fear. He had never known such soul shaking terror before. It caused his entire being to tremble.

            He arrived to find Doctor Graham checking the readouts from the medical data bank, his expression grim. It chilled Aiden to his core.

            "How is she?" He asked through the dull throbbing in his mind.

            Graham's expression wasn't encouraging. The Doc hesitated and Aiden got the distinct impression that he was be gauged by Graham, weighing what he could and couldn't stand to hear. "It's hard to say, but she's lost an awful lot of blood. She went into seizures shortly after her water broke and the contractions started."

            Aiden nodded absently, moving closer to the medical bunk and gazing down at his wife. His heart twisted painfully at the sight of her. He had never seen her so pale, so lifeless. As if all the blood lost had come directly from her face. His eyes closed of their own accord, trying to bring his overwhelming emotions under control. His mind swirled in time with the anxiety in his stomach and it felt as if a Kilrathi's fist held his heart captive, squeezing it with all it's might.

            When Aiden had recovered enough to open his eyes again, the Doctor placed a firm hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry Lieutenant. We've done everything we can to help both the mother and child. It's out of our hands now."

            Aiden's throat closed as his eyes returned to Moira. He stepped closer, taking her ice cold hand in his. The low temperature of her body shocked him. He couldn't recall a time when she hadn't been a source of warmth at his side. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it gently, reverently.

            He wasn't ready to give her up. He needed her, as he had never needed anything else in his life. It had been a little over than a year since they were married, only two short months after that fateful trip to Maxwell City. And even after overcoming all the obstacles between them, now he might lose her still. It was so unfair.

            He leaned over her and placed the lightest of kisses on her forehead, a single tear dropping to trail down the side of her nose. Aiden stared at it as if he couldn't understand where it had come from. It broke him, and suddenly his knees buckled. He leaned against the bunk for support, feeling weaker than he ever had in his life.

            My life for yers, my life for yers, my life for yers...A silent mantra in his mind. Was there such a way? In a heartbeat, a whisper of breath, a fraction of time too small to be measured, he would trade places with her.

            To save her life.

            To save his sanity.

            The despair would be unbearable. If she didn't pull through this....

            If she didn't....he wouldn't survive. He knew this, as well as he had ever known anything in his life. Did she know how much he truly loved her? Did she know that she was everything to him, that he would gladly die for her, without hesitation, without blinking an eye?

            She couldn't know. After only a year, how could she possibly? And if she died, not knowing, he would never recover. There would be no drink strong enough to dampen the pain. There would be no actions that could heal him.

            "Sweetheart," he whispered to the unconscious form before him. She could hear him, he simply knew that she could. "Don't ye dare leave me." His voice choked, and when he continued, it came out in a hoarse whisper. "I need ye. Ye know that. We need each other." He kissed her hand again, then leaned over her to place his lips beside her ear. "I love ye, Sweetheart," he breathed. "Don't leave me."

            He thought he heard a quiet, shuddering breath rise from her lips. His head snapped back to look at her but she was still. But he was certain she had heard him. Somewhere deep inside him, in the place within his heart where she existed, he knew that she heard him, and had acknowledged his words as best she could.

            "Aiden?"  Moira peered at him through half-lidded eyes. She was silent for a long time,  struggling to breathe.  “I...I promised myself I’d stay strong for you...that I wouldn’t cry.... I just...I didn’t know it would be this hard....” She struggled against a sob for a moment. “I’m sorry...I’m so sorry....”

            He placed his arms on either side of her small, still body, slipping his hands just beneath her back, cradling her as gently as he could manage, shielding her, sheltering her, worshipping her. He enveloped her in his love, his need, and his protection, which were all he had to offer. By sheer determination of will he would try to keep her here with him, to not allow her to slip away. He would cradle the light of her life in his arms, drawing her back to him with every bit of strength he had.

            Moira strained to speak, her frail body spasming in pain. When she was able to breathe freely again, she looked at her husband.  "Aiden...promise...me..."  She coughed, and went silent again.

            Aiden nodded, choking back his tears. "Anything..."

            Moria reached around her neck, trying to free the clasp of the dragon necklace she received from her mother some fifteen years earlier. Her weakened fingers fumbled over the lock. Aiden undid the clasp for her, and Moira reached for his hand. He held it out as she instructed, and she placed the necklace in his hand, closing his fingers about it. Aiden let out a small sob and watched her, wondering at her strength. “Keep this,” she said. “For our daughter....”

            Aiden quickly turned to look at the doctor. "Doc? The baby?"

            Doctor Graham nodded. "Your daughter is fine Lieutenant. She's in the other room with one of the medics."

            "Aiden," Moira gripped his hand, drawing his attention back to her. "Promise me... take care of... our daughter. She'll need you..."  Her words trailed off as Moira's eyes slowly began to close.

            "Shh... Sweetheart ye're going to be fine. Ye just need to rest." Aiden's eyes filled with tears and, not trusting his voice at the moment, he stopped talking and just held her close.

            “No...my time...” came the barely audible whisper. "Kori needs you."

            Aiden could no longer contain the wave of grief that threatened to overwhelm him, and he choked on his anguished sobs. "Moira don't leave me. I love ye!" He squeezed his eyes shut again, a horrible feeling of unreality sweeping through him, claiming him, rendering him helpless.

            She raised a trembling hand, touched his tear stained cheek, and whispered softly, "I love you Aiden Kole." And then, she was gone.

            Heart balanced delicately on a precipice of fear and devastation, Aiden remained sitting at her bedside for hours, holding tightly to hope with both clenched fists. He looked up when Doctor Graham approached from behind.

            "Lieutenant, you have my deepest condolences. I wish there was more we could have done for her."  He gripped Aiden's shoulder, and steered him into the other room. "There's someone I'd like you to meet."

            Aiden allowed himself to be led away, his mind barely registering the doctor's words. He stared blankly at the floor, and looked up when he felt a small bundle being placed in his arms.

            "This is your daughter," Graham smiled as Aiden peered at the tiny, sleeping form in his arms.

            "My daughter... she looks so much like Moira." Aiden gently touched the soft blonde hair, and smiled slightly when the baby squirmed and opened her ice blue eyes.

            "She's a beautiful child, Sir. And she has your hair and eyes. You should be very proud." Doctor Graham breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Aiden. He was going to be all right...

            "Moira named her Kori?" Aiden stroked her cheek with a finger, then looked up at the Doc.

            "Yes Sir, Korinth Erryn Kole. Should I start making preparations?"

            "Preparations?" Aiden looked confused. "What preparations?"

            "To have the child sent to Earth, Sir. To her grandmother. A carrier like the Fury is hardly a place for a baby."   

            Aiden frowned, then squared his shoulders. "No."

            Doctor Graham blinked in surprise, unprepared for Aiden's answer. "No? But Sir..."

            "I said no. I promised Moira I would take care of Kori, and no one is going to separate us and interfere with that. I'll raise her myself." Aiden turned on his heel, and started walking out of medical.

            "But Sir! Moira's mother would gladly take care of her granddaughter, until you could get reassigned to a desk job on Earth." Graham hurried down the hall after Aiden.

            Aiden stopped, glared at the Doc, and held his daughter protectively. "I said no!" And with that, the discussion was over.

 

 

            Aiden stood in full dress uniform on the Flight Deck, along with the entire assembly of the TCS Fury's crew. He held Kori close to his chest, and gently rubbed her back as she slept. It had only been two days since Moira has passed, but it felt like an eternity.

            The crew had gathered to pay their last respects, and he glanced up as he heard the sharp clack of hundreds of boot heels clicking as the crew moved to attention. The Captain gave an order, and the entire crew snapped off a crisp military salute as the torpedo containing Moira's ashes was launched.

            Aiden watched as the torpedo followed it's programmed course, then exploded in a blinding flash, scattering her ashes across the stars. Kori cooed softly, her tiny hand tugging on one of the shiny buttons on his dress uniform. He gently kissed the top of her head, and shifted her so she could see the stars. "That's where mommy is now kiddo. Out among the stars."

            He knew Moira was still with him, and with little Kori. She always would be. And one day they would meet again. For now, she was their guardian angel, and she would always hold a place in his heart.