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Part Three - Chapter sixteenInnocent Morning Pt2Chiana dozed fitfully in the sun until she heard noises coming from off to https://jerkplanet.org/ her right facet. She regarded to her proper to see a teenaged human boy staring down at her from the balcony of a nearby constructing; one that Crichton called a skyscraper. Chiana snorted in disdain. Skyscrapers? These buildings were tiny compared to some of those she'd seen on a dozen completely different worlds. Buildings that stretched into the sky thus far that their tops had been lost in the clouds. 'Humans,' she thought, shaking her head, 'all the time thought they'd the largest and better of all the pieces. That they had no idea. Well at the least one did.'Chiana heard more sounds to her right and seemed to see nearly half a dozen teenage boys now gathered on the close by balcony. 'Young males,' Chiana grinned then sighed in annoyance, 'Identical to these human bananas, they are inclined to are available in bunches.' She did not need to leave the nice, heat sunshine, however John would have a fit if he knew she was out right here naked the place anyone might see her.Chiana stood and stretched slowly, giving her audience a full view. "Woooo!" she heard them whoop. "Motherf*ck'n arduous*ss," one in every of them loudly stated. Another spoke over that, "F*ckin sh*t scrambled eggs." Another replied to the opposite, "And she don't get you a f*ckin throb in the knob? You f*ckin queer." The boys laughed and made some more hoots and hollers.She sauntered slowly over to the terrace railing and posed there, occasionally switching positions, teasing and taunting the boys. Listening to the hoots and hollers coming from them, she hid a grin and pretended to disregard them. "Hey child, what's yer title child?" "Work it woman, present all of it baby," was what she heard as she slowly turned and swayed seductively towards the terrace doorways, still pretending to disregard the boys. On the door Chiana paused and turned and blew a kiss on the boys earlier than darting inside.Chiana chuckled as she walked into the kitchen. 'Males,' she thought, 'it doesn't matter what age or species....soo alike.' Chiana snagged one other piece of fruit out of the refrigerator and leaned against the counter to eat it when she heard the front door open. Before she could react, Doug entered the kitchen.Doug was disheveled, his eyes watery and bloodshot, his clothes ruffled and dirty, his hair sticking up in places. He was also drunk, very drunk, Bob famous, as he swayed on his feet, a full bottle of liquor in every hand and what looked like more tucked below his arm. He stumbled slowly towards her lastly noticing she was there when he was nearly on high of her."Hey Bobbie," he slurred as he stumbled previous her to put the bottles on the counter, not seeming to note that she was standing there stark naked. Not that Bob minded."So the place's that prick you shack up with Bobbie, he desert you too?" he said as he struggled to open one of the bottles. Bob stepped forward and took the bottle from him and opened it with a deft motion born of lengthy expertise with this stuff. She handed it back to him, pondering as she did so that maybe him drinking more liquor wasn't such a good idea. But he snatched the bottle from her and took a protracted swig from it earlier than setting it on the counter.He wiped his mouth, more or less, and checked out Bob. "Sorry, the place's my manners Bob, you wanna drink. Course ya do," he said, not ready for her answer. Doug started wanting by way of the cupboards for glasses finally grabbing two from the cupboard by the sink. He reeled unsteadily back over to where Bob stood and put the glasses on the counter, picked up the open bottle of booze and splashed some messily into the glasses."Here ya go Bobbie," he said, shoving the drink at her. Bob picked it up and took a sip. Her stomach rebelled all of a sudden and she choked a bit of however Doug did not appear to notice. He klinked his glass in opposition to hers and lifted his glass in a mock salute, "Here's to all of the pricks we've beloved before, including Prick of the Year, John Crichton."Bob held a skeptical look at Doug, questioning what introduced on that comment. She had overheard their struggle the night before, and questioned if this was straight associated or not. Bob shifted uneasily. Doug was very drunk, and drunks were notoriously unpredictable. She didn't think Doug would actually hurt her, but Bob tensed up anyway, prepared for something."You realize what those bastards did Bob, no you do not know what they did, they shut us down." Doug stepped away from the counter, weaving unsteadily, and waved his glass in the air, sloshing liquor all over. "Oh they didn't shut it down permanently, no, no, no, funding issues, they said. Just temporarilyary till more funding. Comes by means of. Bull! They shut it down cause they suppose our beloved shit, that's John to you and me, offered us out, sold everybody out, together with me, for cash. Frickin' Prick."Bob watched silently as Doug wove his way again to the counter and refilled his glass before persevering with his diatribe. "This complete factor Bobbie, this complete factor, the medical exams was only a ruse so they could get him back to investigate. And since they suspects him, the rest of us are under suspections too. So the project'ssss on ice, ssshut down and I'm out of a job."Doug leaned unsteadily against the counter. "All my dreams, every thing I ever wished to do, gone, gone in 60 seconds, or less, all because of excellent oooold pal John Crichton." He laughed drunkenly, bitter and close to hysteria as he poured himself another drink. He felt a hand on his arm and turned to see Bob looking at him sympathetically."Hey, it's going to be fantastic," she stated, smiling tentatively at him.Doug stared at her for a moment earlier than grinning again. "Sorry Bobbie," he said, "did not imply to dump on you.""S'okay," she replied.Doug stepped back and looked at her realizing for the first time since he'd come in that Bob was naked, totally bare. The grin turned right into a leer as he appeared her slowly up one facet and down the other before his gaze settled on the fluffy white down between her legs."So Bobbie, you are a natural blonde. Must be why that prick likes you a lot. He likesss blondsss you know." Doug peered carefully at her. "You wearin' a wig or somethin'." He shrugged turning away for an additional drink. "Doesn't matter," he mumbled to himself at his drink. "Who cares, man, who f*ckin' cares."Bob turned away from Doug, uncomfortable under his scrutiny and not realizing why. Doug blundered around her, reached out and stroked her cheek whereas gazing down into her bottomless black eyes. "I believe I can see what he sees in you Bob," he whispered. Doug moved even nearer until Bob may feel the counter pressing in opposition to her again. "Would being with you...." he swiftly bent down and kissed her. His lips were comfortable and heat and he tasted like the booze he'd been drinking, however Bob did not protest as he kissed her. She still didn't protest when he reached down and lifted her up and perched her on the edge of the counter.Bob whimpered a bit of when his mouth left hers as he trailed a line of kisses to her ear. He drew again, turning pleading eyes on her. "Please Bob, please." With a groan he kissed her again pressing frantically towards her, making an attempt to pry her legs apart. Bob moaned into his mouth as she opened her legs extensive and wrapped them around Doug's waist, drawing him closer in to her.Doug brought one hand up, awkwardly stoking the sleek, tender grey skin of her collarbone. 'He really would not know what he's doing,' Bob thought, as she reached for his hand and introduced it expertly to her breast. His fingers fumbled with a tough black nipple for a moment, then he out of the blue froze. Bob whimpered and tried to drive her breast farther into his hand.Doug's voice trembled as he withdrew his hand and pulled away from her. "I'm sorry Bob, this issshn't proper," he whispered. "I'm sorry; I can't." He turned away from her and took a deep breath. "I just needed a chunk of him Bob...." His face crumpled and Bob was pinned in opposition to the counter again, solely this time her arms were filled with crying human male.Bob did the one factor she may do under the circumstances; she wrapped her arms round him and held him as he silently sobbed towards her. Bob crooned softly as he cried, shocking herself since she did not see herself notably as the mothering kind. But she understood all too properly what Doug was going by, they both had something in widespread. For cycles she had loved John, more than she had ever beloved anybody, except Nerri, but John had loved Aeryn, solely Aeryn. Bob sighed, understanding the futility and hopelessness of loving John Crichton a lot.Doug pulled away from her after a few minutes, looking barely sheepish again. "Sorry Bob, did not imply to...."Bob chuckled, putting him at ease and patted his cheek. "S'okay," she said. "C'mon, ya want meals and sleep."Doug grimaced. "Nnno, however sweep souns good." He swayed unsteadily, so Bob wound an arm around him and guided him toward his bedroom, Doug leaning closely on the slighter Bob. He stopped simply as they had been about to enter his room. "Please do not tell John about this please Bob," he pleaded.She seemed up at him and patted his cheek. "Won't inform," she assured him. Doug sighed in relief as Bob helped him into the room. Bob steered him over to the mattress and started to help him get undressed, since Doug had problems unbuttoning his shirt. He allowed her to unbutton it, however took it off and flung it to the floor. Bob chuckled as he batted at her arms when she unzipped his pants, but stepped away to let him get them off himself. After a few minutes of fumbling he finally did, then fell heavily back onto the bed.Bob grinned as she famous that Doug was extra of a short man moderately than the boxers John wore. Maybe she might get John to wear the briefs, they undoubtedly confirmed extra. Bob received Doug settled into mattress and pulled the covers as much as his chin, feeling strangely maternal as she did so. "Poor human," she barely whispered to herself. She leaned down, kissed him on the forehead, and turned to go when he grabbed her hand."Thanks Bob for the whole lot," he mumbled sleepily. "You're so good, much nicer than any other girlfriends."Bob froze. "Other girlfriends?" she lastly managed to stammer out."Yeah," Doug murmured sleepily, "like Stephanie and Caroline, buncha others, tol' chu' he is a fprick didn' I. You are the nisssesst." Doug let go of her hand and snuggled down into bed and fell asleep, leaving Bob staring at him in dismay.Chapter 17Frelling WorldChiana walked away from Doug, thinking of how his revelation wasn't news and even stunning, just questioning distantly why her legs have been shaking badly. In fact he had other girlfriends. Why would hearing it from Doug be news? Unsteadily making her solution to the room she shared with John, Chiana sat heavily on the bed. After some time, she distantly realized that she did not know the way lengthy she had been sitting there. Her thoughts seemed to be refusing to work. Finally shock gave way to emotion, spilling twin rivulets onto her cheeks.Bolting up onto her toes, Chiana shrieked and swung her arm in a wild arc, knocking all the things off the nightstand. Chiana turned and frantically ripped the blankets and sheets off the mattress, throwing them into a heap on the ground before collapsing and sobbing into the pile of bedding.After a few minutes, emotion gave method to some thought. Chiana raised her head and wiped her eyes, refusing to present in to any extra tears. 'Stupid, stupid,' she scolded herself. She struggled to assume or really feel out a reason why this upset her. After all she was his f*ck buddy, as Humans put it. Anything greater than that brought Aeryn to mind, and she hadn't anticipated him to move previous that. She had all the time needed John, wanted him so dangerous she'd adopted him time after time, even to this drenhole of a world. Now she had him, or his body at the least. But, she laughed bitterly, apparently so did each other girl on this backwater planet.Sitting up in the pile of blankets, she whipped her head and sniffed in her juicy nostril. Perhaps it was his not being open to her about this, as an alternative putting on a front of anticipating her to be honest and performing as if he was. It made her wonder in the event that they were even associates anymore. A minimum of she'd had that before.Chiana sighed. She shouldn't be stunned, she lectured herself. She'd suspected this for some time. He hid her out on the cabin out of sight from anybody. When he got here home, if he came home, she seen that he generally smelled of other girls or their perfume. When she joked about it, to cover the harm, he always had a plausible clarification and she had pretended to believe him as a result of it actually hadn't mattered so much; he at all times came again to her.Chiana laughed bitterly, the sound bordering on hysteria. He'd used her, used her, however then if she was trustworthy with herself, she had let him. What a idiot she'd been to suppose he could ever love her, Chiana the tralk. He only cherished Aeryn, all the time had, all the time would. He'd simply taken what was freely provided.Chiana laughed once more and struggled to stand, the laughter bitter and hollow and her legs too weak. She had always hoped that John would discover a love like he'd had with Aeryn, if not Aeryn herself. She had ached for him when he had liked Aeryn so hopelessly, yet Aeryn treated him so badly. She nonetheless wanted to punch Aeryn for the way she had treated John, each earlier than and after returning to Moya. John had been so misplaced without her.After struggling more, Chiana lastly stood up within the heap of bedding. Coming to Earth was such a nasty concept it made her chuckle at herself to assume that she had carried out it. Frelling tinked is what it was, however she couldn't keep away from John Crichton, regardless of how hard she tried. She knew that by some means her life and her future, if she had one, have been wrapped up with him, so she was frelled it doesn't matter what. What pissed her off probably the most about the whole thing was that now she was trapped, trapped on this drenhole with no method off. How might she be so silly to trap herself on this backwater world due to anybody? Never mind a man who did not love her as a lot, never would, and depart herself no manner of getting off.Chiana looked at herself in the bedroom mirror, gazing depthlessly into her eyes, making an attempt to recall what she had been considering. But she quickly shook her head and chuckled. She hadn't been considering, a minimum of not along with her head.Suddenly she couldn't have a look at herself any longer. Peeking in on Doug, she checked to see if her outburst had disturbed him. It hadn't. He lay in the identical place she'd left him, snoring fitfully.Walking into the kitchen, Chiana went on to the cupboard the place she'd hidden the booze. She was going to go against her recommendation to Doug and get frelled drunk. That was the best answer for now. The short-term oblivion that the alcohol promised was sorely needed, and she didn't care what John or anybody else thought. Frell him and frell this complete frelling world.Chiana took out both bottles and opened up considered one of them. She held it up in a mock salute. "Here's to Crichton's tralk, frelled silly sufficient to get herself caught on this drenhole planet with that frellnik," she saluted herself aloud. Scorning to make use of a glass, Chiana bent her head again and began to chug down the bottle of liquor until it was half-method empty. Suddenly her knees buckled, knocking the bottle over in her effort to grab the counter. She sank down onto the ground retching uncontrollably. Behind her, the bottle smashed on the ground, sending damaged glass and alcohol everywhere. Chiana crouched on her knees, vomiting repeatedly till her stomach was totally empty.Finally the vomiting fit was performed along with her and she sat back, carefully avoiding the broken glass littering the flooring, shaken by her sudden illness. 'Frell,' she thought. 'What's this doing to me?' She was almost never sick, and she'd never had that reaction to alcohol before, at the least not earlier than getting dren-confronted drunk first. 'This frelling planet of that fekface Crichton,' she muttered.Chiana pulled herself shakily to her toes, gripping the countertop and making an attempt to steady herself. Another wave of nausea gripped her, and she leaned in opposition to the counter, fighting the dizziness that threatened to send her back to her knees. After a few minutes, the nausea and dizziness lastly handed, leaving Chiana feeling drained and exhausted.Frell she was drained, and she'd solely been up for just a few hours, but she out of the blue needed to relaxation. Chiana quickly rinsed out her mouth within the sink and, avoiding the shards of glass scattered in every single place, she started to make her method down the hall to the room she shared with John.Chiana stopped abruptly in the hallway outside their room, struck by an acrid irony. How lots of his groupies and his little conquests had been in that room, in that bed, with him? She knew the difference between her relationship with John and all of the frells she'd had for neccessity, sport or pleasure, it was one thing she felt to her soul. To hear that he was still engrossed with casual frells introduced residence issues in her previous that now gave her guilt, and made her deeply unsure about him and his view of her.Suddenly she couldn't face going in that room and sleeping in that mattress. But where may she go? Tears refused to come and wash away the bitter coldness. She was simply so tired hastily. Chiana briefly thought of going into Jack's room, however she out of the blue did not wish to be alone.Dragging in her steps, Chiana turned around and a few quick steps later was standing by Doug's bedside. Doug still slept peacefully, dead to the world, as hopeless and helpless as her beloved, poor trelk John often seemed to her. Chiana looked at him for a second earlier than going to the opposite facet of the mattress and crawling in.Doug only stirred slightly as she snuggled up next to him. Chiana felt his warmth start to permeate the coldness that had settled over her and started to doze off.The phone rang, starting her a bit of, but she did not reply it. 'Probably John,' she thought. 'Frell him, not answering. He can kiss my eema,' was her final thought as she shut out the noise of the telephone and drifted off to sleep beside Doug.Chapter 18Crude Awakening"Damn, the place is she and why is not she selecting up the rattling telephone?" John requested the cellular phone as he pressed redial again. "I instructed her not to depart the apartment."Driving behind the wheel of John's rented yellow Mustang, Jack chuckled. "Since when does Bob ever listen to you?""That was helpful dad, thanks," John sarcastically assured him. "And you do not have to drive this at the speed limit when everyone else is rushing by. Unless you want somebody to shorten the rear even more.""Can't assist it if it is true, son," Jack remarked. "Just stating the facts as I see 'em. Besides, John, do you actually suppose she's gonna keep put proper where you go away her? That will have labored up at that isolated mountain cabin, however as soon as she's seen the town it is onerous to maintain them down on the farm, boy." John glared as Jack chuckled at his own joke. Sensing John's need for urgency, nevertheless, he sped up.It was dark now. They'd been at the base all day and into the night. Jack had to admit to himself, if to not John, that he was additionally fearful about Bob. There had been delays all day for the both of them. Delays to see the appropriate individuals, delays in meetings, one other interrogation for John, or because the suits at IASA known as it of their pathetically phony acts at being casual, a "question and reply session." Now here it was, evening, and neither had heard from Bob all day, regardless of repeated cellphone calls.Jack appeared over at John. He was exhausted, and the strain of the interrogations and now the fear and fear about Bob was displaying. Jack regarded down on the speedometer on the automobile and noticed that it was means over the pace limit. He eased up on the accelerator. Wouldn't on account of get a ticket this close to the condo.A couple of minutes later he pulled into the parking garage and parked the car. John was out of the automotive and sprinting for the elevator almost earlier than Jack put the automotive in park. John waited impatiently for the elevator to arrive and fidgeted continually as they rode it up to their flooring.John was out of the elevator in a flash but he fumbled with the keys as he tried to unlock the house door. He finally acquired it open and went inside. The apartment was darkish and appeared to be deserted."Bob!" John yelled. "Bob are you right here?"Jack flipped on the lights as John went down the corridor to his room. John stood within the doorway frowning as Jack joined him."What within the hell occurred in right here?" Jack requested as he and John stared at the wreckage of the bedroom. The bedclothes were in a heap on the flooring and at the least one of the bedside lamps was mendacity smashed on the flooring."Somehow I don't assume she was simply altering the sheets," Jack mentioned as he surveyed the damage. "What do you suppose occurred here?""I don't know however we need to find Bob. Dad, I'm gonna look in right here, may you start looking the rest of the house in case she's right here and just ignoring me," John recommended, neither of them keen to think about worse just yet."Sure son," Jack agreed. A minute later he known as out, "John, you'd higher come see this."John raced down the hall. "I'm in right here son," Jack instructed him from the kitchen. The odor hit John before he even entered the room. "Geez dad, what an unbelievable scent you have discovered," he quipped."Funny son, just get in right here," Jack instructed him.John stepped into the room. "What in the hell happened in here? Looks just like the aftermath of a rave. Not that I've ever been to at least one," John claimed."Uh huh," Jack skeptically glanced at John. "Be careful the place you step son, there's damaged glass everywhere. Is that what I think it is?" he stated pointing to a pile of chunky blue goo on the floor."Ooooh yeah," John said with a grimace at the scent. "It ain't The Fresh Clear Scent of Mountain Air fabric softener. Looks like Bob bought sick again. God, it smells like a distillery in here.""Yeah, it does. Looks like she had some help in getting sick," Jack observed, pointing to a full bottle of liquor on the counter."Yeah possibly," John replied as he gingerly stepped over the vomit and damaged glass on the flooring. He grabbed the bottle and looked at it. "Where did she get this? We only had beer in the house." John appeared closer at the bottle. "Hey, wait a minute, that is the rotgut that DK likes.""Maybe Doug got here back, they'd some of this, she received sick, so he took her someplace?" Jack recommended."There is a helpful thought," John mumbled. "I will check his room, see if he is right here and if he is seen her. Back in a sec."Jack wrinkled his nostril on the stench. "I'll start cleansing up in here son.""Good thought, the managers ever see one thing like that, they'll rip the taxpayers off even worse," John mumbled as he walked out.Jack had simply taken the broom, dustpan and mop out of the broom closet when he heard John call. "Dad, might you come right here?"Jack hurried to Doug's room. John stood there, looking down at Doug, who was asleep or passed out, the covers pulled as much as his chin. There was a distinct odor of stale booze and, oddly sufficient, espresso, about him."He's wasted," John observed, shaking his head in disgust. "We're gonna must sober him up if we're gonna get anything outta him." John reached down and shook Doug vigorously by the shoulders. "Get up dude, where's Bob?"Doug barely stirred, so John shook him once more, tougher this time. "Get up DK!"A mumbled "What?" drifted out of Doug."Rise up!" John loudly ordered."Go away," Doug quietly muttered as he pulled the covers over his head.John sighed in exasperation. "Why are things never easy?" he muttered. He grabbed Doug and shook him vigorously until he stirred. "I said stand up. Now where the hell is Bob?"Doug sat up abruptly. His eyes were bloodshot and watery, and his hair was doing a great imitation of Don King. "Okay, okay, mmm up. Could ya keep it down," he mentioned quietly wincing even at that quantity of noise. John grinned at Jack. "Whatta you want?" Doug asked, his bloodshot eyes focusing blearily on John. Realizing it was John, Doug glared at him. "Oh, its you, traitor." He fell back onto the bed. "I'm too busy sleepin' go away.""You're drunk," John informed him. "I'm looking for Bob.""Haven't seen her, go away," Doug muttered as he started to turn over however discovered one thing blocking his approach. "What the hell," he mumbled as he poked at the lump he instantly noticed beside him. The lump moved suddenly."Holy sh*t!" Doug exclaimed as he tried to scramble out of the bed however obtained all tangled in the bedclothes. The mouths of all three men dropped open as Bob sat up in mattress next to Doug."Not dren," Bob objected. "Just me." Bob smacked Doug in the arm. "Nuhhh, stop poking me," she snapped at a horrified Doug."You're, you're bare," Doug stammered out.Bob smirked and seemed left and proper. "Yeah," Bob then replied with a cheeky grin."What in the damnedest denches of Dante are you doing in bed with my girlfriend," John hotly yelled at Doug."Sh*t, holy sh*t," Doug exclaimed as he desperately tried to claw his method free of the bedclothes. "I swear dude, I swear dude, I swear I didn't know she was in there," he mentioned as he lastly fought his approach free and stood on rubbery legs. John grabbed a blanket and draped it round Bob."Let me go, you slijnot," Bob snapped as she angrily tried to push him away.But John grabbed her and dragged her bodily out of the bed whereas struggling to maintain the blanket securely wrapped around her. He lastly simply picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. "We'll be back in a minute," John said as he carried the struggling Bob out of the room.Doug turned to Jack. "I swear, Jack, that nothing happened. I didn't even know she was there. I swear. You recognize me, I'd never."Jack patted Doug reassuringly on the shoulder. "I believe you, son. Maybe you need to go get cleaned up, take some aspirin before they come back. I'm sure John's gonna need an evidence. It could in all probability look better when you weren't doing all your Don King impression while you were at it."Doug sheepishly tried to smooth his hair down. He winced as he moved his head. "Yeah, aspirin sounds good," he muttered as he made his method to his bathroom.Jack left the room. He might hear raised voices coming from John and Bob's room as quickly as he entered the hallway. He determined to let the two of them deal with it between themselves and went into the dwelling room to wait. Several minutes later, just as he discovered a great program on the television, he heard their door open."You cannot tell me what to do Crichton," Bob yelled as she emerged from their room, dressed in her total get-up. She got here into the residing room, followed carefully by John."What is your downside?" John asked.Bob whirled on him so quick that he virtually tripped over her. "You wanna know what my drawback is Crichton?" she whipped her head in a sideways jerk, raised her elbow excessive and poked him within the chest. "It's you, at all times you Crichton." She turned around, leaving a puzzled, pissed off John staring at her, and plopped herself down on the couch next to Jack."How are you feeling, Bob?" Jack straight requested.Bob smiled wanly at him however did not reply.Doug kind of slunk into the room a moment later, wanting very sheepish. His eyes had been nonetheless bloodshot and watery, however his hair was combed and he was dressed. He sat down on the couch on the opposite aspect of Jack. John sat down on the third sofa.Jack tried to observe his program however had to maintain glancing at his conspicuously silent companions. "Well children," Jack said, at length, "form of you to let me watch my Tv in peace and quiet. I'll watch it in consolation too, if considered one of you guys will be ok to take the lady right here out for some contemporary air and possibly even some purchasing if she feels up to it."John objected and Doug groaned."You guys may use a break from things. Best way's to get out for a while, so I'll see you later.""Neeeeot!" Bob screeched, then settled again down clutching the sofa throw pillow. "Crichton. John. Me. No." Bob went back to blankly gazing forward."Enjoy some trip, Doug," Jack concluded. "Fresh air will do you good."Doug and Bob bought up and dutifully walked out of the living room, leaving the Crichtons watching Tv in silence.Chapter 19Spreadin' the News"Got the donuts," Doug announced. "At the least something will be good in regards to the morning, every time it lastly comes. Sure you don't need any?" Doug asked, parking the 4 boxes of a dozen donuts per onto the again seat area of his Honda.Bob turned a pat have a look at him. "What? Are you positive it's secure to eat? I imply it will not get lunged again up whenever you try this humorous cease and go factor at stoplights?""Oh ha ha," Doug got in and stuffed a raspberry donut from the closest box into his mouth. "Ffo fou fon' fike fy far anf fou fon' fike fy fofuts. Fafy fing fou fo fike? Foile Cafafian fick.""Yeah I like males that do large, not discuss massive," she pushed the dangling end of his donut into his mouth with a quick, deft finger, "and do not decide I'm worse than I'm. I'm Pip. Not a foile Cafafian fick.""Well sorry," Doug lastly spoke clearly after swallowing, "have one?"Bob held a petulant take a look at him for a moment earlier than taking a donut. "Fine. Mm however I do not wanna eat it in here. Let's go over there," Bob gestured to the second story patio of a closed restaurant."Can't," Doug shrugged. "They're closed.""It's wide open," Bob disagreed. "What, they've a power shield round it?""No," Doug snorted. "Even if we got up there, people will see us up there and name the cops, and next factor we know we're being escorted in cuffs back to America.""And why," Bob asked with an incredulous sneer on her face, "would folks care if we sit up there?""I dunno, man, I mean Miss, persons are nuts," he shrugged. "Oh crap, so's this donut. I advised them, no nuts!""A no nut donut?" Bob led. "People are nuts," she agreed, with an amused smirk. "So let's go over there.""I'm not gonna get in any worse trouble over that," Doug shrugged off the suggestion."Okay, then let's go over there and never go up onto the patio," Bob insisted."Uh," Doug regarded over there and then again at her with a small smile. "I'm sorry, Miss, I imply, he's my buddy."Bob studied her donut a number of moments earlier than wanting again at him. "Uh, about earlier....""Hey," Doug waved his donut defensively, "it is not like that. John knows he didn't see something, he is simply posturing, it's a man factor."Bob took a tiny nibble off the donut and was instantly overcome by starvation. She stuffed a big chew into her mouth. "What color am I?" Bob asked between chews. "My hair, my body?"Doug was confused for a moment before fastidiously responding. "It isn't that I have any issues with it, okay?""You don't remember?" Bob requested."I'm not saying I do, I do not, I imply," Doug unclarified. "I'm not saying either, what I'm saying is just that."Bob nodded barely by his babble. She'd had a hunch he was too drunk and that he would not remember straight. It made her smile on the irony that the one part of their encounter he could and did overlook about was the only part of it that she didn't have any regrets about.After a couple of minutes of companionable munching, a car pulled up and blasted its horn. Doug's donut flipped up onto his sprint and he hurriedly began the automobile and pulled away. "Forgot I stopped in their loading zone," he muttered."Weren't we loading our faces?" Bob urged."Ha! Darn you are right!" Doug laughed. "And they just wished me to maneuver so they could load up theirs." Doug turned around and stopped along the curb opposite the donut store. The automobile stopped prematurely, so he had to take that as ok to the spot he was aiming for, but looked at her as if he'd aimed for exactly the spot he was now in and that she may need been the one wanting the properly lit area twenty toes forward. "You want up there?""We simply-" Bob gestured to the shop."Thought you mentioned you wished to eat it over here?" Doug replaced the burden of purpose onto her.Bob gaped at him a second. "Weird," she decided, and went again to devouring her third donut. "So you ah, wanted to be in space?" she turned round to rest her back against the glove box and her legs on the seat, her head turned toward Doug."Me?" he asked, as if he'd by no means had such a thought."No, your donut," she gestured to it."Whoa kay, I imply, no, not myself, I mean, if it labored it'd someway help mankind get further, right?" Doug explained."Mmmmight take a bit greater than that, however yeah," she nodded, "perhaps.""If they may cease laughing lengthy enough," Doug rolled his eyes."What, that slingshot thing?" Bob flew her donut between the 2 of them. "Fwoooooo....Well I thought it was a little bit primitive, but then I noticed this planet and determined it is fairly clever of you guys," she complimented with a smile."Primitive? Hey," Doug snorted, serving to himself to a different donut. "If it is not Miss Space Physicist, oh yeah that's where I heard your title before, your papers in the journal.""John didn't let you know he picked me up in his house travels?" Bob casually requested, taking another chunk of her donut."Oh, chuh, yeah," Doug nodded, taking one other bite however continuing to speak anyway, "I remember now, I need to've forgot that one."Doug squinted his eyes at the improbable girl his best buddy had found. Nothing appeared to make sense. So far as he was involved, after the way in which John had been, this lady was too nice for him. Odd, in reality downright nuts, he thought, watching her stuffing away a donut whereas sitting along with her behind on the footwell, her back arched towards the glovebox and her toes flopping around on the automotive seat. Still, she was gnarly.But as Doug stored absently munching donuts and watching Bob, one thing he at all times thought form of freaky, Bob's unreal large black eyes, kept looking at him as she ate. Strange, insane ideas saved springing into the again of is mind, ideas that she was unearthly.Various flashes from his memory ran past his ideas. Until one picture sprang into his mind and stuck with mind-searing clarity. She was grey, had white hair and black nipples. It was loopy to assume there wasn't some affordable rationalization. But whereas he was staring at her, together with her staring again with a secret in her eyes, he abruptly felt the conviction of fact. He was face to face with an alien.Staring wildly at her, Doug shoved himself in opposition to the automotive door, absently making an attempt to open it. Once he received it open, he ran.Her eyes sunk right down to stare on the seat, somber in her sorrow for having broken the illusions of another human. Perhaps they might find rewards, like she did, but they'd never be as secure or sated of their self estimations as they were before. It wasn't the identical, but she felt that her closest personal experience was studying the depths of her own individuals's failings, that pressured her to look away from the society most of her folks arrogantly accepted to be superior and safe.After sparing a couple of extra microts for thought, she ran out of the car after Doug. Following her personal instincts of where she would run if she had no survival skills, she found him a few blocks away, in the again courtroom of a delivery alley. He was on his knees facing a brick back wall of a constructing. Her strategy did not frighten him. He appeared to expect that she'd be there.Turning his head and looking up at her, he squinted against the light of a naked bulb in a doorway behind her. "Did you make him convey you to Earth?" he requested, practically gasping.Bob knelt over him at his side whereas he started gasping. "I adopted him like a Grebol, without any plan," she smirked at herself. "It's the Crichton charm with females," she jokingly shrugged, not sure if he would hear her over the vomiting he started doing. She rolled her eyes and squeezed his different arm supportively. "Well he said it'd get messy if humans came upon," she reminded herself.After having a match, he let his head drop again and fell onto his again. "Ow," he stated."So look, maybe we will get this part of it over fast," Bob fell onto her again next to him and regarded up at the stars. "You already know for a truth I'm a lot such as you people you mistook me for one. Got any questions?""Why do you people do those crop circle issues?"Chapter 20Sharin' the NewsJohn gazed out on the porch with a heavy coronary heart, figuring out that someplace, perhaps at this very second, the protected world of his previous finest buddy was being irrevocably changed. He had only to assume again to the days when he knew Doug before the wormhole, and he remembered, distantly perhaps, what it was like for himself.In some senses, he looked back on being on Earth earlier than the wormhole as much like being residence as a child. Perhaps Doug would not ever experience the traumas he met out there, or so John hoped, however it was shocking enough to comprehend that in actual fact there were other clever beings on the market. Even the wonder of it was scary. It was extra scary to realize there were many beings in lots of levels of development that would easily threaten human existence.Jack appeared to be taking it properly. Doug wasn't the stoic, prepared sort that Jack was, however. John might only think about Doug having two lengthy-time period reactions. Either he'd wig out, or take it with superb obliviousness, not a complete lot extra effectual than Doug discovering one other level in a space fight video sport. Which one, he was unsure.One factor John knew: up to now, even at worst, this case was profoundly preferable to the way in which things had been earlier than. Doug had been senselessly murdered by a creature spying on John, at the order of the senseless meglomaniac with aphrodesiac breast sweat. But John had modified all that. That effect of the change, saving his friend's life, made all the regrets that a lot easier to take.John thought of, as he had several times since returning, why he hadn't had a lot reaction on the time. When he'd thought of Doug's girlfriend, who had also been pointlessly killed, he wondered instead at the chance of Doug having had a girlfriend like that to begin with. It was then he'd put his finger on a larger sense, that the entire reality had somehow felt unfaithful.Although he was nonetheless keenly conscious of how he'd changed, this time, life felt far more real, he decided, for lack of a better context. It appeared fitting, to his view, that he was now with Chiana. Like Chiana's nature, he thought, he was directly fantastic while being at the identical time more in contact with himself and the experiences of the right here and now.After his ideas had wandered for some time, he was startled back to the here and now that he was contemplating by a knock on the door. It was Doug's knock. It instantly occurred to John that Doug's knock had been different in that different actuality. This was the knock he recalled from their time together earlier than the wormhole. Shaking his head, John tried to cease pondering those issues and began strolling for the door."That's Douglas Knox, son," Jack referred to as out to John, taking the opportunity to get pleasure from a really unhealthy pun on a homophone."Uh har har de har dad, I'm getting it," John called again. As anticipated, Doug was there on the door. Bob's head popped over Doug's shoulder for an on the spot. There were a couple of minutes of awkward silence as a bleary-eyed Doug stared at John. Of all the things he thought he may tell Doug, not one began to cowl it. So John remained silent and hoped Doug would understand. Finally Doug sighed and entered the penthouse.John checked out Bob as she adopted Doug in. She averted John's eyes, which told John everything he needed to know. John adopted them into the residing room and stood close to Bob as Doug sat down on the couch and stared by means of the tv."Best if you resolve to help or clear out, sooner the better," John reluctantly prompt to Doug."Okay dude," Doug seemed towards John but kept his eyes on Bob. "You helped me cheat on my SAT's and I would not have gotten into MIT, then right here, with out you. I owe you, man. I'll belief you for now."John nodded. "Sure, certain buddy," he replied."So the place do we start?" Doug asked."Start what?" John distractedly requested.Bob reached up and smacked John upside the top. "Start discovering out what's happening here you frellnick," Bob shook her head. Sometimes people, particularly this one, had been so dense."Oww, what'd you do this for? I was getting to it," complained John.Bob rolled her eyes. "Before or after all of us die of boredom, Crichton?"Jack stepped in before something might escalate. "Now's not the time for this. Kick his ass later, Bob. What my long-winded son is trying to say is, we came upon something in the present day." Bob and Doug appeared expectantly at Jack as he continued. "I had a little talk with General Morrison at present. I did not study a lot, but he did let it slip that they discovered an account that supposedly belongs to John.""Account, as in checking account?" asked Doug. Jack nodded. "How a lot was in it? He still owes me for the down on the GTO, man."Jack frowned. "How the hell should I know? The necessary thing is that an account exists, presumably with an enormous sum in it, and that is why they assume John bought out.""Do you suppose your ah, General's slip, was accidental?" Bob asked with a suspicious forged.Jack shrugged. "I am unable to make certain, but we return a long ways. He's known John since he was a baby, and he owes me a favor or two. He could not threat his career by telling me too much detail outright, so yeah, possibly it was by chance on purpose.""Whatever the reason or the tactic," interjected John, "we need to seek out this account and then go from there. So the place do you assume it's?""Hidden," replied Bob sarcastically."No shit, Sherlock, but where?" asked John."Well...." Bob's proper shoulder shrugged up and her head tilted in one of her patented quirks. "IASA found it, right?""Uh, yeah," John agreed. "Oh so it's both hiding in plain view or....""Or somebody tipped them to it," Bob accomplished her point, got up, went over to Doug's laptop on a living room desk and sat down whereas the men continued to talk."She's proper," Doug interjected. "These guys may be rocket scientists however operating a successful conspiracy is so not their thing. It must be someplace apparent for them to find it so simply."John thought for a second. He held up his fingers. "Okay, we've acquired hidden, apparent, and easy. So the place would that be." John and Jack looked at Doug."What? Hey do not take a look at me dudes," Doug waved a hand at them. "I'm a science geek, not a finance geek. Hell, I can't even stability my checkbook." Doug regarded over and saw Bob working on his laptop. "Hey, that's my laptop," Doug protested as he walked over to see what Bob was doing. Jack glared at him. "But she will be able to use it," Doug added, stuffing his hands in his pocket with a shrug. "So what are we gonna do, stand round here staring at one another whereas our careers go kamikaze?" Doug petulantly requested.