Aaron's throat worked as he swallowed, his face suddenly defenseless. Malley looked at his friend, then back to her. “Aaron already trusts you too much,” he told her, voice pure threat. Before she could avoid his hand, he took her chin between finger and thumb, bringing his face so close to hers Gail inhaled warmed air from his mouth. “So I won't. Keeps things nicely balanced, don't you think?”
Before Gail could reply, the unthinkable happened. Aaron lunged forward, the hand that reached for Malley's arm stopping just short. “Let her go!” the 'sider demanded, something quite desperate in his eyes. “Don't you ever touch her!”
“It's all right, Aaron,” Gail said quickly as Malley released her, the stationer staring at his friend with almost comical shock.
Almost.
“Malley and I understand each other.”
“Do we have a problem here?”
There was an understatement
, Gail thought, turning to face the pair of FDs standing a careful few paces back from her and Malley. They both had their hands on the weapons at their sidesâpresumably warned by Philips to avoid challenging the big stationer otherwise.
“Not in the least,” Gail said, her mouth so dry the words came out sounding calm and composed. “Don't you have something better to do than interrupt my work?” When they didn't budge, she snapped: “Or do you want to explain to your commander why his suit wasn't checked before he risks his life in it?”
They exchanged looks, then glanced dubiously up at Malley. Gail could understand their concern; the stationer didn't look particularly stable at the moment. In fact, he looked as though he wanted to break something, most likely her.
“Aaron,” Gail said without looking at the 'sider.
She couldn't.
“Please find Aisha and ask her to hook you up for testing. She's probably finished connecting Specialist Dafoe by now. Gentlemen? I suggest you do something more useful than jumping every time Mr. Malley sneezes. For one thing, you can make sure there are enough escorts to keep things moving to the hangar. And, Malley?
“You come with me.”
Chapter 73
MALLEY followed the Earther up the ramp to the second floor of the lab, feeling the metal shake slightly underfoot. The opposite walls were still creeping away from the rest, constantly changing perspectives.
He followed her small figure without saying a word, without argument, without another look at Aaron.
Don't ever touch her.
It was worse than he'd imagined. Poor Aaron had fallen completelyâno judgment, no self-restraint left. It was her fault.
Don't touch her?
He'd love to pitch Dr. Gail Smith over the railing.
Unfortunately, she led the way to a back corner, dismissing the lab-coated individuals from their work without apology. They were, for the moment, essentially alone. Sitting on one stool, she motioned him to take the other.
Malley remained standing.
No sign of dimples in the face turned up to look at himâin fact, he thought uncharitably, this was likely the face she'd find staring back from a mirror in another twenty years or so: lines traced the corners of her eyes, there were deeper creases where her lips compressed. “Satisfied?” she asked abruptly. “Did you get the reaction you wanted?”
“I wanted?” he felt his eyebrows lift.
Those blue eyes could become glacial, “Don't lie to me, Malley,” she warned him. “You deliberately provoked him.”
The stationer grabbed the other stool, placing it so when he sat, he boxed her into the corner. “You think I wanted to hurt Aaron?” he ground out. “That's something, coming from you. You're the one pulling his strings, not me.”
“You wanted to see what he'd do.”
Why not admit it?
Malley threw up his hands in mock surrender. “Okay. Say I did. So maybe now Aaron will remember who he is and who his real friends are. Maybe he'll realizeâ” Suddenly, he couldn't say it.
Gail's voice was harsh and unforgiving: “What, Malley? That youâhis
friend
âcan touch me and he can't? You think he doesn't know?”
“Knowing and believing? Two different things,” he pronounced, almost convinced himself. “Anyway. He'll get over it. Aaron's been mad at me before. This was for his own good.”
“His good.” Her expression changed all at once, as if she'd had a revelation. Her skin went from pale to flushed. “You'really believeâ?”
“Believe? What I know, Dr. Smith, is that you've taken everything that mattered to himâeverything, from his ship to his humanity. Wasn't that enough? Did you have to own him as well, to control him like some lab animal?”
“Control,” she repeated, as though the word had extra meaning, looking down at her hands. “I've always been in control, Malley. Until now.” She lifted her eyes to his againâthey weren't cold anymore. They shone with unshed tears.
“Oh, you're good,” he told her. “I'll give you that. But I won't let you twist Aaron aroundâ”
“I know,” Gail interrupted impatiently. “I know,” she repeated more gently. “Any minute someone's going to check on us, Malley, and I have to convince youâ” She broke off and stared at him, a hopeless look on her face. “I can't imagine how. They're just words, aren't they? And you won't believe them.”
“What are just words?” He laughed, making it harsh and merciless. “Let me guess. You're going to tell me you're madly in love with Aaronâthat he's the most important thing in the universe to youâyour 'sider Prince Charming, who, although he's not quite human, does come complete with a space suit older than he is. Oh, yes. And I should trust you to do what's best for him, so you can live happily ever after on old Mother Earth, together always.”
A queen might look like this, small and straight-backed, all dignity and pride. “I can understand your thinking so little of me,” Gail said quietly. “But not your thinking so little of him.”
Before Malley could do more than open his mouth, she stood and walked away.
Chapter 74
“OTHER than some stress markers, there have been no discernible changes.”
“That's for both?”
Aisha nodded, her keen look at Gail filled with questions she knew better than to ask while they were surrounded by this combination of obvious and less than obvious observers. Gossip or straight feed to the bridge. Either would be disastrous.
As had been her attempt to reason with Malley.
Oh, she'd handled that like a pro
, Gail railed at herself, not for the first time. She should have left well enough aloneâor hit him over the head.
Preferably the latter.
Still, he'd been right that Aaron didn't seem to stay angry for long.
Probably from a lifetime of experience with the stationer's well-intentioned, if less-than-delicate approach.
The two were at the other end of this workstation, grabbing a bite to eat together from one of the omnipresent trays of sandwiches. She avoided looking their way, leery of giving Malley any further excuse to interfere.
Gail had already sent a note to Tobo, suggesting commendations for the stewards as well as other staff. She didn't want to forget anything.
It was almost time.
The tests had been negativeâno surprise. No apparent change in Aaron's physiology, although she was reasonably certain something had happened to him down there. Something he'd yet to tell her. Since they weren't quite talking at the moment, that would have to wait.
Gail glanced at the wall chrono. Grant should be on his way to get Aaron at any minute. They'd already docked, in sequence, with the strikingly cooperative Earth Patrol ships, Dart Pursuit Class, and one, hitherto unnoticed, FD cruiser, the
Payette.
Tobo must be having fits, but Gail was grateful Grant had put the Captain back on his bridge to oversee the tricky maneuvering.
The volunteers, boxes, and suits had been safely offloaded, and the small fleet dispersed translight. No one outwardly disputed the urgency of settling what they were dealing withâfirst contact or fluke. The cruiser, being fastest over distance, would travel to the most distant of the four terraformed worlds. The starships, and their Quill, should be back within two and a half days, all going well.
Titan University's representatives on the patrol ships had relinquishedâor more precisely postponedâtheir verbal and legal battle for the only human who could safely handle the Quill the moment they realized the FD ship would be leaving, too. After all, they had Gail and Reinsez on the
Seeker
. Grant had been very careful to imply she was still in charge of the scientific aspects of the mission, including Aaron. It hadn't hurt credibility, Gail knew, that each ship received a pair of anti-Quill suits complete with volunteers.
“Gail.” She looked up, startled by Aaron's voice. He was standing in front of her, ramrod straight, his gloved hands behind his backâoddly formal, in a room crammed with people shouting and rushing from place to place.
“Yes?”
“Grant's coming, isn't he? I don't want to leave you like this ...” His too-quiet voice disappeared beneath a sudden increase in volumeâa group of three techs calling for room to move a trolley. Aaron leaned forward. “We have to say goodbye, Gail.”
The words locked around her heart, like icy, clutching fingers. “No, we don't,” she tried to reassure him, or herself. “This isn't our last chanceâ”
“What if it is?” He spoke so softly, she might have been reading his lips.
What if it is?
Gail repeated to herself. She hated contemplating failure, as if acknowledging the possibility guaranteed defeat.
There wasn't time for this
, Gail told herself desperately.
What if it is ...?
She pushed her notepad into someone's hands, saying something, she wasn't sure what.
“It will be quieter in the storeroom,” she told Aaron.
The storeroom, usually a well-organized set of aisles and shelving, had become a tangle of boxes and leaning metalwork due to the changing configuration of the lab itself, as well as raids by techs in a hurry for supplies.
Gail didn't bother turning on the overhead lighting; the standby lights were enough to see their path to the back. She did make sure the door was closed. Aaron's footsteps matched hers. He didn't say a word.
She couldn't.
It only took a few steps to reach the farthest part of the room from the doorway. Gail stopped, putting her hand out to touch the wall.
No way out
, she thought, then turned and put her back against it. “I don't believe in good-byes, Aaron Pardell,” she began bravely enough. “Even if you end up going withâanyone elseâit's going to be temporary, I promise. I have contacts on Earthâwealth if it takes bribes. I won't letâ”
“Shssh.”
At first, Gail thought the 'sider had heard someone else entering the room, and she froze, holding her breath.
Nothing.
She looked her question at Aaron.
“Whatever happens, Gail,” he said gently, his eyes warm as they explored her face. “Wherever I go after this, it doesn't matter now, does it? We have a little time. Let's use it for us, not the future.”
Gail leaned against the wall. “A very little time, Aaron,” she sighed, “Someone could come in any timeâa tech, or someone looking for either of usâ”
“We'd hear,” he said. For all its quiet, his voice seemed deeper, more resonant. Gail opened her mouth to speak. “Shssh,” he repeated, gently.
Without another sound, Aaron stepped closer. Gail looked into his eyes and couldn't look away. There was something almost pleading in them, as though he tried to say everything with a look, as though words couldn't be of use.
He means it. This is good-bye
, she realized. In all her schemes, she hadn't planned for this.
She should have.
Because schemes and plans were only hopesâand this moment might be all they would have to remember if they failed.
Aaron took off his gloves, then reached his hands to her face, Gail stood still, in perfect trust.
With two fingers, he collected a lock of her hair, running it across the back of his other hand, then, to his lips. As he held it there, his eyes sparkled, as though filling with tears. Gail lifted her hand, pressing two fingers against her parted lips in echo.
“You are so incredibly beautiful,” he whispered unsteadily, putting his hands alongside her face; she felt the warmth from his palms on her cheeks. She stayed as still as her quickening breathing allowed. Slowly, carefully, Aaron moved his hands as if to cup her jaw, her throat. He brushed his fingertips along the upstanding collar of her lab coat, his eyes traveling downward.
Suddenly, he pressed both hands flat against the wall on either side of her head and bent his face into his own arm so she could no longer see his expression.
“Aaron,” Gail whispered. “Look at me.”
“I can'tâ”
“I can,” she said with sudden understanding. “Look at me.”
He straightened, keeping one hand on the wall over her shoulder as if needing its support. His face was pale and unhappy. “You don'tâ” he faltered. “I wantâ”
“I know,” Gail reassured him. The same need burned deep in her own body. Without hesitation, she reached up to the fastening of her coat and began undoing the buttons, one at a time. She couldn't smile when his breath caughtâit was too powerful a feeling for that.
The coat fell to the floor.
Gail gazed into her love's eyes and what she saw there made her fingers tremble even as they slipped open the fastening of her blouse. Aaron's free hand captured some of the loose fabric, pulling it gently off her shoulder. His eyes wandered caressingly over her face, her neck, lower still, and she watched the blood rising over his cheekbones. She felt the cold air on her breasts, gooseflesh tightening, then a sudden heat. Surprised, she glanced down and saw his golden hands were hovering over her skin, learning her shape from a distance, loving her as only he could.