Paul Gadzikowski
scarfman@iglou.com

STAR TREK Fiction

T*R*E*K: "As you have so often reminded me ..."

As Radar approached the intermix chamber he saw Hot Lips waving a diagnostic sensor over B.J., who had collapsed in the corner in a daze. Radar stopped at the intermix console to disable the failsafe on the chamber airlock, and that gave Hot Lips enough time to notice him and figure out what he was going to do.

"Are you out of your mind!" Hot Lips jumped between him and the airlock to block his way. "No human can withstand the radiation in there!"

"It's okay, I'm only half human," Radar said.

Hot Lips grabbed his shoulder. "You're not going in there."

Radar sighed. "Yes ma'am. ... How's B.J.?"

Hot Lips turned back to B.J. "Well, I don't think that he ..." Her words trailed off and her knees gave way as Radar grabbed her shoulder.

"Sorry, sir," Radar said. "Ma'am," he corrected himself. He set her on the floor next to B.J., then after a thought pulled the radiation gloves off of B.J.'s hands. Before he pulled them on, he hesitated; then he splayed his fingers across Hot Lips' face in the mindmeld configuration. "Remember," he said.

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