The Twelve Days of Christamas
An excerpt from my last releast Victoria's Challenge: 
Standing with her arms crossed, she looks at Lucas. God, he’d been lucky today. It could have been so much worse. He won’t think so but it could have. Taking a hand scanner, she moves it over his bandaged arms, getting her first look at the hidden injuries. Definitely seconds on his arms and hands. Not deep, but it’s his fingers that have her worried. It doesn’t take much to go deep there.
“What are you doing?” Her scent has him opening his eyes.
“Looking at your injuries.”
“How’s Hot Dog?”
“Packing him as we speak, he has a really good chance of getting back in the seat.”
“Fuck!” Lucas goes to run a hand through his hair and grimaces.
“He’ll be okay, Major. Selfridge will see to it.”
“Who’s Selfridge?”
“The best burn doctor on Carina," she informs him. "He’s going directly to her. Now let’s talk about you.”
“I’m fine.”
“No you’re not, but you will be. The question is: where do you want to recover at?”
“Not here.”
“Fine, then here’s the deal. We’ll get you back to quarters. You’ll be monitored for your concussion, because of that, your pain meds will have to be reduced. You’re going to be uncomfortable and I’m sure, bitchy.”
“I don’t get bitchy.” He says in a bitchy tone that has Victoria raising an eyebrow.
“Right and I’m six foot. Anyway, we’ll get a chair, get you to quarters and get you into bed. Then we’ll see about third meal, something light. Any questions?”
“No. Let me tell you how it’s going to work. Someone is going to get me my clothes.” he yells. "I’m going to walk to my flight deck, and when I’m ready, I will go to my quarters and go to bed!” By the time he’s finished, the entire medical facility is cringing. All but Victoria.
“Oh really? Here.” She picks up his ruined clothes, tossing them at him. “Put them on.” Waiting, she sees him just look them. “Come on. Let’s see you pick them up.” Victoria’s eyes are hard and flashing at him.
“What? Can’t do it?” She whips the covers off the cot, revealing his barely covered front.
“Stop that! What’s wrong with you?” He grabs for the sheet, wincing at the pain it causes.
“Me! Me! What’s wrong with you! You have second-degree burns, are too pig headed to admit you’re in pain, and it has nothing to do with the bump on your head. Your body needs time to recover, Major, and you’re going to give it that time. That means for the next few days you’re going to shut up and take orders, or I’ll bounce your head off the deck so you have a real concussion. Understand?” No one speaks. “Good. Now I’m going to find you some pants because no matter how fine of an ass you have, no one really wants to see it hanging out of a gown.”
Lucas is left watching her leave, his mouth hanging open. What was that? Where the fuck had that come from? She eighteen for God’s sake. When had she gotten that tough? His mind nudges him to remember another time, when she stood in front of the Full Assembly, a nine cycle, demanding her right to be heard, stating her case for imprisonment for Audric instead of death, hoping for him to live a long, long life. She’d stood strong, for herself, her family and for her beliefs.
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Standing with her arms crossed, she looks at Lucas. God, he’d been lucky today. It could have been so much worse. He won’t think so but it could have. Taking a hand scanner, she moves it over his bandaged arms, getting her first look at the hidden injuries. Definitely seconds on his arms and hands. Not deep, but it’s his fingers that have her worried. It doesn’t take much to go deep there.“What are you doing?” Her scent has him opening his eyes.
“Looking at your injuries.”
“How’s Hot Dog?”
“Packing him as we speak, he has a really good chance of getting back in the seat.”
“Fuck!” Lucas goes to run a hand through his hair and grimaces.
“He’ll be okay, Major. Selfridge will see to it.”
“Who’s Selfridge?”
“The best burn doctor on Carina," she informs him. "He’s going directly to her. Now let’s talk about you.”
“I’m fine.”
“No you’re not, but you will be. The question is: where do you want to recover at?”
“Not here.”
“Fine, then here’s the deal. We’ll get you back to quarters. You’ll be monitored for your concussion, because of that, your pain meds will have to be reduced. You’re going to be uncomfortable and I’m sure, bitchy.”
“I don’t get bitchy.” He says in a bitchy tone that has Victoria raising an eyebrow.
“Right and I’m six foot. Anyway, we’ll get a chair, get you to quarters and get you into bed. Then we’ll see about third meal, something light. Any questions?”
“No. Let me tell you how it’s going to work. Someone is going to get me my clothes.” he yells. "I’m going to walk to my flight deck, and when I’m ready, I will go to my quarters and go to bed!” By the time he’s finished, the entire medical facility is cringing. All but Victoria.
“Oh really? Here.” She picks up his ruined clothes, tossing them at him. “Put them on.” Waiting, she sees him just look them. “Come on. Let’s see you pick them up.” Victoria’s eyes are hard and flashing at him.
“What? Can’t do it?” She whips the covers off the cot, revealing his barely covered front.
“Stop that! What’s wrong with you?” He grabs for the sheet, wincing at the pain it causes.
“Me! Me! What’s wrong with you! You have second-degree burns, are too pig headed to admit you’re in pain, and it has nothing to do with the bump on your head. Your body needs time to recover, Major, and you’re going to give it that time. That means for the next few days you’re going to shut up and take orders, or I’ll bounce your head off the deck so you have a real concussion. Understand?” No one speaks. “Good. Now I’m going to find you some pants because no matter how fine of an ass you have, no one really wants to see it hanging out of a gown.”
Lucas is left watching her leave, his mouth hanging open. What was that? Where the fuck had that come from? She eighteen for God’s sake. When had she gotten that tough? His mind nudges him to remember another time, when she stood in front of the Full Assembly, a nine cycle, demanding her right to be heard, stating her case for imprisonment for Audric instead of death, hoping for him to live a long, long life. She’d stood strong, for herself, her family and for her beliefs.
Click on the links below to continue your hop.
http://michellehowardwrites.com/
http://www.jahornbuckle.com/blog.html
http://emmajeanhoffmann.blogspot.com/
http://www.jacyoliver.com/
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