This fic is rated R
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Chris entered the room just as Molly was getting dressed. "I think you were right."
"Hmm?" She said looking behind her.
"Something's going on. They are very nervous."
Molly sent her mind out. It briefly touched his and she grinned. From there she touched base with the bridge and discovered something not so pleasant. In the blink of an eye her once good humor turned to dust.
"What's wrong?" Chris asked.
She brushed past him, still half dressed.
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"Are you out of your minds!?"
The bridge crew jumped. Everyone turned back to see her, a half-dressed woman with her hand slammed on the console staring angrily at the three men at the 3D map.
"Who the hell is she?" Torn replied angrily.
"It's only Chris's woman, don't mind her." Trent said
Molly had played her cards right. She had entered when they were pointing to the planet she knew they were heading to and looked right to them so she knew they'd have no idea. "You are not planning on going to Terra Nock are you?"
"Get out. No one invited you." Torn shouted at her.
Chris came in during the shouting match.
"...and lastly your out of your God forsaken minds! We'll die like dogs!"
"You blasted wench!" Torn shouted advancing on her. Molly began to back off when Tomlin raised his hand. Chris had moved up behind Molly wondering what had caused so much outrage.
"What you don't know young miss is that we have no choice. It is not how we wish to go about but there is little choice."
Molly knew he was telling the truth. Angrily she stormed out. Chris looked bewildered but said nothing.
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