look."
"Oh dear. So he doesn't follow instructions very well, either."
"You could say that."
"We tried to get him to intervene in the Techno-conflict of 2361."
"The whaaa...?" Alana's face reflected her confusion.
Hari coughed. "Sorry. It hasn't happened yet. Forget I mentioned it. Just figured you should know that Rory did his best to behead Bill Gates the Seventeenth."
Alana tilted her head and raised a speculative eyebrow. "A sentiment not dissimilar to those in my time, I might add. Although directed toward the original version by anyone who ever got the blue-screen-of-death and lost a week's work."
Paul tried to suppress a chuckle. "His latest adventure was on Argosy 2. We needed someone to distract their warrior queen so that the future rulers could stabilize the region."
"And?" asked Alana again.
"She tried to make him king."
Alana couldn't help it. She snickered.
Once again arrogantly masculine eyebrows were raised in her direction. God, if testosterone was a drug, she was getting seriously addicted here. "So the problem is that you all don't know what to do with one Scots warrior? A Laird has laid you low?"
The men winced and Alana found herself on the receiving end of the I'm-tolerating-this-because-you're-pregnant-and-therefore-to-be-cherished look.
She sighed. "Go away guys. All of you. I want to think, and I can't do it with all that...that... chest looming over me. "
This time, three male faces smiled. God, men were so shallow . Tell them they had a nice chest and they'd puff up like pouter pigeons. If anyone told her she had a nice chest right now, she'd probably cry, seeing as she felt rather like a cow three hours overdue for milking. And it was only going to get worse.
She pulled her attention back to the immediate problem and stood up, stretching her back and feeling the need to walk around a little, accompanied by the tiny flickers of life within her.
Resting her hand on her belly, she wandered over to the center of the room and stared at the astounding vision beneath.
The passage of time.
Something no mortal should probably see.
Her child stirred then settled, as if it, too, was stunned by the thought.
She pulled her eyes away, and strolled to some of the control panels that were discreetly set into desks along the walls.
One, Paul had told her earlier, indicated the general progress of time. Another, peppered with little lights, showed locations of other Time Temples. Yet a third showed tiny spots where potential problems might exist.
The touch of a finger would call up a report on that area.
Alana watched carefully as data streamed steadily across the mammoth information system.
She couldn't begin to guess at the technology behind it. She was actually afraid that even considering it would make her ears bleed. Instead, she considered Rory McAllen.
A warrior with enormous sexual dynamics. A man of action not subtlety. A man who could seduce a woman into giving up a nation or worshipping him enough to put him on the throne.
Where to put such a man to do the best good? Pulling absently on her lower lip, Alana wandered along, thinking, considering, discarding ideas.
A small data stream caught her eye and she stopped.
Daringly, she touched the screen and called up the information. She read it twice and summoned several more data-filled documents. Finally, she raised her head.
She had the answer.
Alana jumped as she realized she wasn't alone. Standing next to her was a tall man with the most unusual turquoise blue eyes. His hair was long and tied back neatly, and he was watching her fingers as they moved over the data screens.
He leaned over a little and read her information. Then he turned to her and a slow smile spread across his handsome face.
He nodded.
Chapter 2
The Hubble Quadrant...A Different Thursday
A sparkling new TEDco Unit, Number 14/F-37c Green, or TUNG, as its users colloquially referred to it, stood in pristine glory on one side of the rather
"Oh dear. So he doesn't follow instructions very well, either."
"You could say that."
"We tried to get him to intervene in the Techno-conflict of 2361."
"The whaaa...?" Alana's face reflected her confusion.
Hari coughed. "Sorry. It hasn't happened yet. Forget I mentioned it. Just figured you should know that Rory did his best to behead Bill Gates the Seventeenth."
Alana tilted her head and raised a speculative eyebrow. "A sentiment not dissimilar to those in my time, I might add. Although directed toward the original version by anyone who ever got the blue-screen-of-death and lost a week's work."
Paul tried to suppress a chuckle. "His latest adventure was on Argosy 2. We needed someone to distract their warrior queen so that the future rulers could stabilize the region."
"And?" asked Alana again.
"She tried to make him king."
Alana couldn't help it. She snickered.
Once again arrogantly masculine eyebrows were raised in her direction. God, if testosterone was a drug, she was getting seriously addicted here. "So the problem is that you all don't know what to do with one Scots warrior? A Laird has laid you low?"
The men winced and Alana found herself on the receiving end of the I'm-tolerating-this-because-you're-pregnant-and-therefore-to-be-cherished look.
She sighed. "Go away guys. All of you. I want to think, and I can't do it with all that...that... chest looming over me. "
This time, three male faces smiled. God, men were so shallow . Tell them they had a nice chest and they'd puff up like pouter pigeons. If anyone told her she had a nice chest right now, she'd probably cry, seeing as she felt rather like a cow three hours overdue for milking. And it was only going to get worse.
She pulled her attention back to the immediate problem and stood up, stretching her back and feeling the need to walk around a little, accompanied by the tiny flickers of life within her.
Resting her hand on her belly, she wandered over to the center of the room and stared at the astounding vision beneath.
The passage of time.
Something no mortal should probably see.
Her child stirred then settled, as if it, too, was stunned by the thought.
She pulled her eyes away, and strolled to some of the control panels that were discreetly set into desks along the walls.
One, Paul had told her earlier, indicated the general progress of time. Another, peppered with little lights, showed locations of other Time Temples. Yet a third showed tiny spots where potential problems might exist.
The touch of a finger would call up a report on that area.
Alana watched carefully as data streamed steadily across the mammoth information system.
She couldn't begin to guess at the technology behind it. She was actually afraid that even considering it would make her ears bleed. Instead, she considered Rory McAllen.
A warrior with enormous sexual dynamics. A man of action not subtlety. A man who could seduce a woman into giving up a nation or worshipping him enough to put him on the throne.
Where to put such a man to do the best good? Pulling absently on her lower lip, Alana wandered along, thinking, considering, discarding ideas.
A small data stream caught her eye and she stopped.
Daringly, she touched the screen and called up the information. She read it twice and summoned several more data-filled documents. Finally, she raised her head.
She had the answer.
Alana jumped as she realized she wasn't alone. Standing next to her was a tall man with the most unusual turquoise blue eyes. His hair was long and tied back neatly, and he was watching her fingers as they moved over the data screens.
He leaned over a little and read her information. Then he turned to her and a slow smile spread across his handsome face.
He nodded.
Chapter 2
The Hubble Quadrant...A Different Thursday
A sparkling new TEDco Unit, Number 14/F-37c Green, or TUNG, as its users colloquially referred to it, stood in pristine glory on one side of the rather
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