101 Things To Do In Zero Gravity - Chapter 8

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Title: 101 Things To Do In Zero Gravity
Status: WIP - Part 8/?
Author: Pip of acroamatica
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: R
Summary: A wee little space opera in the classic style, with added Hobbity goodness. Obviously rather future AU - begins in June 2087, in fact, slightly before the events depicted in Sniper 470.
Content/Warning: Language, violence, blood, MEGA angst.
Spoilers: Sniper 470 (note: You don't need to have seen it, but it helps.)
Disclaimer: If I told you I owned them, that this was all real, and that I was making loadsamoney writing about it, would you believe me? Because I would find that very entertaining. I don't own Sniper 470 or anything connected with it either.
Author's Notes: I know, I know. *hangs head, offers nice long chapter in self-defense* But hey, ASIG was good, wasn't it? Anyhow. I'm back in space now, where I probably belong. Action sequences are not as easy as they appear.

Previous chapters: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7]

Chapter 8

There were very few things in life that Dom enjoyed more than finding out that someone who had wronged him had done something truly stupid. If the Universe gave them their comeuppance, it meant there was still some justice somewhere. So it was with a bitter half-smile that he set Aureen down not twenty yards from the entrance to Cbase Gamma, still completely undetected. This, he considered to be a minor miracle; he'd patched Aureen into the base's own systems, confident that he could suppress their radar proximity alerts long enough to get Aureen rockside, which he had done without any trouble. But still, he'd thought someone might have noticed a small asteroid on a collision course. Apparently not. There'd been no warnings of any kind.

Clearly, this was meant to be.

He saw everything settled in and happily streaming information back home as fast as it could collect it, started up one last program he'd cobbled together on the way to make things a little easier, then found his helmet. He looked consideringly at the array of distinctly nasty-looking weapons he had at his disposal before selecting his personal favourite, something that was neither ASDF nor Coalition-issue, but entirely a Firm brainchild. It had enough of a charge-pack to fire a fair few bolts, as well as a good stock of darts and a couple of bulkhead-busters. Plus it looked... well, it looked like a gun. People it was pointed at didn't, in Dom's experience, tend to argue.

He didn't really expect to use it much, though. Any situation which he couldn't get out of with his hands, feet, and whatever he could lay hands on there was one he either hadn't handled properly, or shouldn't have gone into in the first place. However, if nothing else, it was a great persuader. And all Coalition troops would be expected to carry at least one sidearm. He might as well make it a good one.

He took a quick look in the mirror. Not too damn bad, if he did say so himself.

The helmet went on, visor up, and he headed for the airlock. Just outside it, he stopped, and turned back.

Christ, what a pretty ship he had. What a pity it was to blow it up, when its like didn't exist anywhere in known space. But there wasn't really any way around it.

Still, it was a physical wrench to say goodbye to the Aureen. He stroked a bulkhead gently, then, without feeling the slightest embarrassment, leaned forward and kissed it.

"Thank you, doll," he whispered. "You've been good to me, so you have. But I suppose I won't have time to miss you, will I?"

As if in response, Aureen gave a quiet little beep. The inner airlock door slid open.

"Yeah, I guess it's time I was on my way," Dom agreed. "All right. I'll give Billy your love."

Then he stepped forward into the airlock, clicking his visor closed. The door slid home, and then with a whirr the little lock was depressurised, and he stepped out onto the asteroid's surface.

Dust puffed up around his boots. It was a big enough asteroid that its gravitational field actually made a difference, but still, he was glad of the faint downward tug of his magslippers, holding him to the iron-rich rock. Carefully, slowly, he crept forward, staying within the shadows of the surrounding rocks.

The doors of the station weren't far. He pressed himself against the very edge of the sharp shadow-line on the last cover-rock and waited.

And suddenly the doors irised open, and Dom lunged forwards, flinging himself through them and then through the airlock.

His gun was out of the holster and a dart was flying through the air before he even properly saw the astonished guard. The dart caught the guard in the throat, smack on the jugular, which was fortuitous for Dom; he crumpled soundlessly, without so much as a moment to trigger an alarm.

Dom didn't stop to verify the guard's condition. He trusted his darts, and besides, he had better things to do right then.

For example, unless he'd read the blueprints wrong, there was a maintenance panel right about -

There.

Quickly, he had the accessway open, and ducked inside, closing and dogging the hatch behind him. Then he began pulling himself hand-over-hand down the shaft.

These things were brilliant, really. He'd been so pleased to see them on the blueprints, and to note where they went. Certainly, the Coalition had the ASDF beat all to hell for geoforming, but they'd clearly never considered the possibility of an invasion by anything less than a full squadron of fighters. The shafts were a bit on the small side; not for the first time, Dom was grateful for his somewhat-less-than-heroic stature. The zero-g helped too, since he could simply go head-first in whatever direction he chose. Not that he needed speed, particularly, but he did rather like the idea of annihilating the place. And to do that, he needed to get as deep as possible, so that the charge from his belt would meet the charge from Aureen's systems halfway.

Sooner or later, someone was bound to notice he was in there. Best if he got as far as he could.

He pulled himself along until he reached the first major junction. This would be the one that, according to the map, would take him over the ceilings of the first subsurface level. Dom took a hard look at the type of hatch it was, then braced homself on the ladder rungs either side of the hatch and simply jumped in the same direction he'd been going.

Hatches sped by, both large and small, and he counted carefully. Second level. Third. Fourth. Fifth. Sixth coming up. Main engineering, that was. Only one level below that, and that was essentially storage and stockpiling. He'd debated going in there earlier, but had decided not to on the grounds that he stood a chance of muffling some of the blast with extraneous material. So as he approached the sixth level, he reached out with both hands and both feet, and stuck himself to the shaft walls just shy of the junction hatch. There he stopped, magslippers holding the tips of his toes against the walls, and stuck his gun back in the holster momentarily, digging out his datalink instead.

He hit the button to wake it up; immediately, it showed him the very file he was looking for - the blueprints. He would have to be careful now, because directly below him was a level that would more than likely be heavily guarded in several areas. He stood a fair chance of getting a lot more attention than he wanted if he came out of the ceiling in the wrong place. He scanned the map carefully, and put together his plan.

The sixth-level floorplan was divided approximately in half, between the CIntDef offices with their flash new brig, hopefully never to be filled with ASDF soldiers, and Main Engineering. Dom had marvelled at that for a moment - why would they build a brig in a place that shared a main wall with Engineering? - but had, after looking at their brig specs, understood that it would take a heavy-duty blowtorch to make so much as a dent in that wall. It was solid, a good six inches of pure tempered steelcrete. The walls were almost entirely without joins. It was a good brig, really, solid, secure, well-designed and well-built, and Dom had seen a fair few brigs in his time to compare it to. For whatever reason.

But the walls made it a bad place to set off his explosion. It was like a fucking bomb shelter in there, so it was. He'd hardly crack the wall joints. Waste of good high-grade.

There was one very good thing about it, though. Coming out of the ceiling for the first time in the midst of Main Engineering was a dodgy idea at best; to cause the maximum amount of damage, he wanted to be absolutely sure of where he would land. And there were a lot of different shaft paths over the sixth level, some of which were bound to contain Coalition engineers. If he aimed for the brig instead, and came down in there, he reckoned he stood a better chance simply walking into Main Engineering and over to the main generator. He looked Coalition enough, they wouldn't try to stop him. And since the ASDF had got in the way of the Coalition's plan to get Snipers, the brig would still be empty, and therefore unguarded. Which was perfect.

He put the datalink away and undogged the junction hatch. Nothing but miles of shiny, passably well-lit steel ahead of him, and only the past behind him.

"Right," he said to no-one. "Let's do it."

And with an acrobatic tuck, roll, twist, and push, he was inside the sixth-level shaft and cruising along towards a doom that was much more someone else's than his own.

~*~

He'd counted carefully and taken all the right turnings. Therefore, the hatch over which he found himself currently ought to let him into the central corridor of the brig. Naturally, there were no hatches that led directly into the cells; a pity, as Dom would have liked the extra cover, but understandable. Besides, there shouldn't be anyone in there he'd need cover from.

The instant he raised the hatch cover he knew he'd made a mistake.

The room below was lit, not dark, as he'd expected it to be. Worse yet, he could hear voices.

Immediately, he was tempted to slam the hatch shut and bugger off. He could get in somewhere else. But wait, his Firm training reminded him. Assess the risks. They might be acceptable. See if you can get in anyhow.

He laid himself flat on the bottom of the shaft, and looked sideways through the opening. He could see the door out to the corridor, and the backs of the heads of the two guards whose idly chatting voices wafted up to him. That was good. They wouldn't have noticed him.

Cautiously, he crossed the open hatchway and looked the other way. Nothing there but the line of empty cells, and the far wall -

Empty cells?

Or not.

That explained the guards, and Dom's miscalculation. They did have someone in their brig. He could see a hand, part of an arm, a cuff holding it against the wall. Looked like the poor bastard had been beat up some; unless his eyes failed him, there seemed to have been a fair bit of blood spilt, and a good portion of it had made its way to the walls.

He hoped the hand belonged to an insubordinate Coalition soldier. It would be a pity to kill anyone else, though he didn't know who else there could be here.

And he knew he should just drop, right then, before the guards had a chance to notice him, give them both a dart to the back of the neck and go, but his conscience was setting up such a din that instead, he carefully closed the first hatch and made his way down the shaft a little, to the next one. From there, he ought to be able to look right into the cell and put his mind at rest. Then he could blow them all to Hell with a clear conscience.

The second hatch was lifted, and very slowly, Dom put his head out.

And would have had it blown away, if the guards had been looking, because contrary to everything he'd ever had drummed into him about combat situations, he froze.

Then, just as slowly, he pulled himself back into the hatch, unholstered his gun, and collapsed, trembling uncontrollably.

Thank God for a Catholic conscience, he thought deliriously.

Because unless he was severely hallucinating, that was Billy down there in the cell, cuffed wide-armed and splay-legged to the bulkhead. Billy, naked to the waist, his skin a decidedly unhealthy shade of pale grey, smeared all over with blood, looking as though he'd been part of some macabre tribal ritual.

The ones involving human sacrifice.

And looking, well, just this side of sacrificed.

He didn't seem to be breathing.

I have to check, Dom told himself. Even if he's - if he's dead - I have to know. I have to. I have to be sure.

His hands were shaking as much as the rest of him. Stop it, he ordered them. You thought he was dead before. How is this any different now, if he is? It's just confirmation. It's - just - telling - you - what - you - already - knew.

He forced them back into steadiness. Then he hooked his feet around the edge of the hatch cover, and lowered himself upside-down through the hole.

There were the guards, still not looking. He took careful aim and shot twice; the first guard choked in mid-word, the second collapsed before he could ask what was wrong.

Dom hit the floor, twisting in mid-air so that his magslippers would meet the metal and stick, rather than landing on his hands and bouncing. He dashed to the unconscious guards and quickly patted them down - and yes, there was the magkey he was looking for.

He slapped it against the maglock on Billy's cell; the door opened easily and he dashed in. But before he touched Billy, his memory flagged him down with the list of tortures he'd read in the CIntDef files. It looked as though his lover had been subjected to most of them. He'd been cut half to ribbons, with an artistry that had to be intentional; one cheek was purple with bruising, the worst of the discolorations forming the shape of a palm and five fingers; his wrists and ankles had had the skin chafed right off them, probably, Dom guessed, by Billy himself. What skin was still untouched looked waxy and bloodless.

And the blood that should have been in him was instead smeared over him, outlining the wounds. Dom felt his stomach turn over. This was - this was just unthinkable, that this had been done to his Billy.

Dom reached up with a hand that was trembling once more, and laid the back of his fingers against the unbruised cheek, below the cut along his cheekbone.

Billy's skin was cool.

"No," Dom whispered, and slowly, so slowly, moved his hand to the pulse point beneath Billy's jaw.

He could feel nothing.

He let his hand drop. Then he raised it again, to Billy's wrist, gently tugging the unresisting arm free of the restraint. He moved to do the same to the other wrist, then each of Billy's ankles.

He would hold his lover once more before he died. No Coalition scum could take that from him, at least.

And with the numbness in his heart spreading through his whole body, he cradled Billy close to his chest, tightly but not too tightly, as if not to hurt him, though he knew he couldn't now. No-one could hurt his Bills anymore.

One hand slid into the blood-matted hair on the back of Billy's head. The other shifted the limp form in his arms, until they were pressed chest to chest and Dom began to feel the wetness of Billy's blood seeping into his own uniform, darkening the black.

"One last kiss," Dom said quietly, tenderly. "One last kiss, my sweet, and then - then, I suppose, if I'm lucky, there's a special heaven for martyrs."

He leaned in then, pressing his lips softly against Billy's, tasting salt and copper and endings that weren't happy after all.

Then he pulled away, looking long and hard into the face that he would take with him for what remained of forever.

And Billy gave the tiniest sigh, and his eyelids fluttered.

And Dom knew, he knew, and every single one of his careful plans went out the mental airlock, because Billy wasn't dead, he was alive, he was alive, and he needed help now, and Dom could hold off dying a grand and glorious death with capital letters until he had at least tried to make up for being so very much too late.

He figured the odds on him dying on this rock were only about 95%, which, with a loaded gun on his hip and Billy in his arms, seemed really quite manageable.

But he had a problem now. If he couldn't wake Billy, and looking at him Dom didn't think he'd be able to, they couldn't get out through the ceiling shafts. The main shafts were large enough for two, but the ceiling shafts were not. He'd have to fight his way out through the corridors until he could get to an accessway.

He pulled Billy's torn, blood-spattered jumpsuit back up and onto his shoulders, sliding the cuffs over Billy's wrists as gently as he could and doing up the fastening at the front to cover the cuts. Then he took a good double handful of the jumpsuit, tugging Billy towards the door.

On the way, he stopped to rifle the guards' pockets once more. On a sudden inspiration, he took a pair of cuffs and with a murmured apology and a brief kiss crossed Billy's wrists and locked them together. Then he looped them around his own neck. That left both his hands free, and since he'd have two hands and couldn't see any good reason not to, he took both guards' boltguns as well.

At the door he paused. It was secure both ways, which was something he hadn't expected and didn't much like. Of course he could disable it in a way that wouldn't trigger its alarm circuits as soon as it ran a self-diagnostic check, but he didn't really think he had twenty spare minutes. Someone was bound to find the guard at the entrance eventually, anyhow. So he simply pried off the maintenance panel and used the guards' magkey to erase the security module, then shorted out a couple of key spots and hit the pad to unlock it.

The doors parted as easily as a drunken showgirl's legs; Dom scooped up both Billy and the guns and ran like hell.

With magslippers on and a complete lack of gravity, his strides were huge. He blew past a couple of startled Coalition soldiers, happily and completely ignoring their shouted demands to know what was going on. His memory of the corridors as they'd appeared on his blueprint, thankfully, was good enough to get him to an accessway in very short order. Only just barely short enough, though; as he was undogging the cover, the brig door's security alarm went off and all hell broke well and truly loose.

There were shouting voices coming down the corridor, but he was inside the shaft already and didn't much care. He took a moment to weld the hatch shut with his boltguns, though. Handy little toys he'd picked up.

He stuffed them into his belt and jumped straight up, belly to the shaft wall to ensure that there was clearance enough for Billy's head. It looked as though it had taken quite enough punishment, even for Billy's thick Scottish skull.

Several saints that hadn't heard much from Dom since his youth were called upon with an uncommon fervour, and clearly interceded, at least well enough to ensure that no-one else came bursting in on the shaft, either from above or below, and Dom made it to the top level with no problems. He shot out into the corridor at his absolute maximum velocity, banked himself off the opposite wall like a cue-ball, and got himself reattached to the floor just in time to spin to meet the sound of approaching heavy boots. Rather a lot of them, too, by the din. They were clearly very excited about him being in there.

He drew the boltguns and shot as soon as they came round the corner. Two black-suited figures jerked back, stunned, smacking their comrades with pinwheeling arms. Dom snickered and shot again while they were distracted. Fish in a fucking barrel. Four stunned Coalition soldiers now blocked the way for the rest, though someone in the back did manage to get a shot away. It passed well above Dom's head. He jogged backwards, still with a dead bead on anything he could see that moved behind the morass of limp black suits, towards the guard station he'd passed on his way in earlier. He wished he could turn and just run, but he really couldn't risk Billy taking a bolt.

Luckily there was a finite number of Coalition troops in the first wave, and the station wasn't far. Dom shot twice more, then sprinted for it, diving behind the cover it offered.

Once there, he took a moment to ransack the emergency locker. There was, as he expected, a spare set of breathing gear. Just a face mask, though, which was disappointing even though Dom knew he'd never have had time to get Billy into a full suit before the next round of guards arrived. Still, it meant he was going to have to be awfully fast about getting them to Aureen - Billy wouldn't suffocate, but he might well freeze.

As quickly as he could, he pulled the mask over Billy's face and set it hissing, wrapped his lover tightly in an exposure blanket, scooped him up in one arm and made a break for the airlock.

He scrambled in and pounded the button to close and cycle, fumbling with his own helmet and oxygen as the doors began to slide shut. More boots were audible, quite a lot more of them in fact; one of them had ridiculously good aim and nearly took Dom's head off with a shot that scarred the back wall of the airlock. Heart pounding, he ducked behind the closing door, returned the shot with interest and added several more for good measure. Then the door was shut, and the outer door was opening as the Coalition troops blasted harmlessly at their own airlock - someone's going to catch it for that later, Dom mused - and then it was open far enough and Dom was out of it, leaving the boltguns behind and clutching at Billy with both arms as he ran.

He hadn't made too many steps before he realised that even at his current stride distance, there was a faster way to do this. He gathered his legs beneath him and leapt, adding a carefully calculated twist to his motion. Someone was shooting at him again: he could see the bolts.

But there was Aureen, just where he'd left her, pretending to be a rock, and a more beautiful rock he'd never seen. He moved one arm from around Billy's waist and fingered the patch at his belt that would open the airlock.

The boulder suddenly developed a hatch, and it was lit and welcoming as its hydraulics lifted its door, and it was getting closer every second - oh salvation, oh blessed salvation, hail Aureen full of grace -

And a bolt ripped open his suit at the left calf.

It wasn't a direct hit, thank Christ, and he knew that immediately, even as his whole body sang with pain and sudden lack of air, whistling away through the hole in his suit, and loss of blood - he could feel it, hot against his freezing skin - but his vector hadn't been too badly affected and he careened into the side of the airlock, curling himself around Billy to absorb all the shock of the impact. That was harder than he had meant it to be, and knocked what little air he had left right out of him. He saw stars, gasped for oxygen that wasn't bloody coming to him, and where was that patch, the one that closed the door? His frantic pawing located it at last, and he watched the airlock swing shut through a sparkling haze.

Then there was pressure - acceleration, he recalled dimly - and he pulled Billy against him, bracing his lover as much as he could, and tried to breathe. Nothing more complicated than that.

Eventually the accel dropped off to about one-sixteenth-g; he forced himself to his feet despite his still-spinning head and carried Billy into the cabin, strapping him securely to the sleeping couch for safety.

They would be being followed. Dom knew that. But it was more important to see Billy safe and sound, right then - Aureen could see to evasive action on her own for a few moments, and in fact had already been doing so.

He staggered to the pilot's seat and fell into it, scrabbling at the console to get the viewscreen on. Yes, indeed, they were being followed, diligently and at close proximity, by at least half a squadron of Coalition sleds. Dom swore, and checked the rest of the radar. Another squad approaching above and to port, weapons arming, and one significantly farther out but homing in on starboard from below. Nothing but stars ahead of him, though, as far as he could see. He took a chance, and the helm controls, and burned vacuum.

And then, like a fleet of kelly-green avenging angels, a full squadron of ASDF fighter sleds came screaming out from behind an asteroid, and behind them like Gabriel the huge green base ship, one docking bay open and blazing light out into the endless dark of space.

Dom gave a wordless yelp of joy and wove Aureen through the formation, aiming by eye entirely. With a neatness that made him dead proud of himself considering the speeds at which everything was moving, he drew level with the base ship and slipped Aureen into the docking bay.

The docking magnets caught him and finished the job, socketing Aureen into a berth alongside a full row of ASDF sleds. He heard the umbilicals clang onto the hull, and the familiar sound was comforting - he was safe now. Billy was safe now. Everything would presumably be all right for awhile.

And then, only then, did he realise that the carpet below his left foot was soggy with his blood, wicked along by his sodden uniform, and for once Dom did exactly what could be expected of a man in his position: he fainted.

Comments

[aire-blair.livejournal.com]

O! M! G!!!!!

I don't have enough words to describe how I love this! Lost his love, nothing to live for, suicide mission, finds his love, has to live, has to save his love, death-defying escape!

Had me on the edge of my seat holding my breath the entire time. I need oxygen now....

Soooo worth the wait! Excellent, excellent!

Next chapter - the reunion, yeah? please?

did I mention I love it?

[lord-alexander.livejournal.com]

This just gets better and better, lovely.

[semaphore27.livejournal.com]

Whoa! I bow to your action/adventure and worship you as the goddess you are. Will no attempt to start breathing again. That was just immensely... satisfying... exciting... beautifully written? All of the above, I'd say.

What a great way to start my day!

[semaphore27.livejournal.com]

That would be "now attempt." Obviously the lack of oxygen is diminishing my ability to type.

[indigo-blind.livejournal.com]

Talk about a cliffhanger. Guh! Is it too much to ask for more? :~)

[water-vole.livejournal.com]

OH YAY!!

YAYAYAYAYAYAY!

YAY DOM!

YAY acroamatica!

YAY YAY YAY!

Maybe a more coherent squee-pattern and quotes and stuff later, when I cathc my breath.

Meanwhile YAY!

[pippinmctaggart.livejournal.com]

OMFG. Do you know, I was seriously holding my breath while I read that? I've missed a couple chapters while I was computerless, and just read, like, four in a row, and dude, I am so glad I didn't have to wait for that resolution!! Fantastic job as always, and you had some dead good lines in here, too. Can't wait for more! :o)

[girlandetc.livejournal.com]

oh god, pip. oh god oh god oh god. i think i didn't breathe this entire time. i'm SO glad you're back to writing this, i was just thinking, the other day - dammit when will 101 things be back? and gahhhh. amazing! *flails* the.. omg gkahsdjsahgef,js. *dead*

[cincodemaygirl.livejournal.com]

MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE OMG MORE!!!!

[cool-like-dom.livejournal.com]

YAYY!!!!!!!!!!

billy's saved! i am so happy.

it's so good! i loves it!! more, please, pip!! i am dying!!! and there must be reunion sex!! i'm dying to know some of the 101 ways. :D

[myriad69.livejournal.com]

OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!

I've been WAITING for this chapter for so long, ACHING for it, and this lived up to EVERYTHING!! My heart was in my freaking THROAT as I read, and my hands are shaking right now, SHAKING!! This was SO DAMNED EXCITING!!!!

ANd they're safe!! They're SAFE!!!

Oh, but I want something BAD to happen to the torturer!!!

[pre-expansion.livejournal.com]

oh yay. I have been waiting for this for so long and YAY. On my birthday too. It's like one of the best presents ever!

btw. I just realized that I am a big dork and have just now noticed that asdf are the first 4 of the home keys on the keyboard. That must be so fun to tpye. ASDFASDFASDFDSADFASDFASDFASDFASDF okay... stopping now.... but not you... write more`~

[hmcgirl.livejournal.com]

I have been WAITING for this chapter!!! SQUEE!! And it rocks!! Billy is safe! :::does a jig:::

[mysteriousaliwz.livejournal.com]

Dom to the rescue! Intrepid edge-of-the-seat stuff!!

*is agog*

Dom to the Rescue!!

[marigold6.livejournal.com]

WHOA!! I, too, was holding my breath...this is definitely exciting and fast-paced and omigod, the love - these lines:He would hold his lover once more before he died. No Coalition scum could take that from him, at least...Then he pulled away, looking long and hard into the face that he would take with him for what remained of forever. - and THEN And Billy gave the tiniest sigh, and his eyelids fluttered. SQUEEEE!! and the Escape!! Holy shit!! But that last line is abso-fuckin-lutely perfect...well done, Pip!!

[aranel-took.livejournal.com]

Yay! It's back! :-)

You had me very worried about Billy! Actually, I'm still worried about Billy, after all he's been through. But, he's back with Dom now and that's the most important thing.

[fitofpique.livejournal.com]

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I'm so happy to see another chapter of this! They may not be easy to write, but you really have a gift for action sequences. The pacing was perfect and OMG I was so tense I was practically hovering over my seat the entire time I was reading!

Fantastic stuff!

[tigertale7.livejournal.com]

W00T!! Pip of Acroamatica = sci-fi-action-adventure Goddess!

The wait was long but the chappie was worth it! Thank you for continuing this awesome story. =)

[wiccawise21.livejournal.com]

OMG!

*breathes* just!

that was sooo tense! biting my finger nails much!! i was only saying a couple of hours ago that its been ages since i read any zero gravity. i half thought you had given up! im sooooo glad you didnt!

please dont make us wait as long! pretty preyty please!?!!?

=x=

[ruby-took.livejournal.com]

OMG! That was so good! You know, I've been holding my breath throughout this chapter - that's always a good sign :)
And let me tell you this: I was so glad to read that Billy's alive - badly hurt but alive *sigh of relief* - and that Dom managed to rescue him.
Poor Billy, poor Dom *hugs them both*
I'm already looking forward to the next chapter :)

[zoniduck.livejournal.com]

YAY!!!!!!! but EEEEEEE!!!!

Soooo glad to see more of this! Thank you!

What happens next? What happens next?

[jillybinks.livejournal.com]

Finally got done re-reading the entire thing and I am soooooo thrilled with the new chapter!!! Dom kicks serious ass and now Billy is home safe and sound. Love this series!!!

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

*screams* He foudhimhefoundhimhefoundhim! Eeeeeeee!

Is there anywhere else this story is archived than here?

[acroamatica.livejournal.com]

I'm told it's on the AU archive, and it's up to Ch3 on my personal archive at androcentric. Anywhere else either hasn't got it or hasn't asked.

Glad you're loving it!

Pip

[maripo5a.livejournal.com]

*deep breath*

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*passes out from lack of oxygen*
*revives, wonders what the next 8 chapters will hold*
*scurries off to find out*

P.S. (Maripo5a is also app1e_pi.)

[sparkythehamstr.livejournal.com]

OMG OMG OMG! *dances for joy*