When contact is lost with Mission Control, Commander John Dennington isn’t overly concerned. Such hiccups in communication are common. The first inkling of the larger problem occurs when he sees the very shape of the world change before his eyes.<br><br>John must ease his crew into a new mission and keep the Station together by any means necessary. The crew jeopardizes their chances by fighting his orders, but Jason Weiss, his mission specialist and the light of his life, makes John’s situation more bearable.<br><br>The smallest malfunction to Station or crew would spell the end for six astronauts trapped high above a ruined Earth. It’s their mission to carry on. Random chance of the universe hasn’t operated in their favor so far, but John is determined to see them all safely home.

Expedition 63 Book 1: Dusk

“You okay?” John asked as he pulled Jason’s hand up for inspection.


Little dots of blood filled the perfect indentation of his teeth. That explained why he tasted copper. “I didn’t notice.”


John chuckled as he pulled out the medical supply pack that belonged to the Cupola. Jason winced when hesaw the alcohol pad his lover opened and hissed when it was applied to the tiny punctures. Nothing worsethan alcohol. The sting bled out some of the euphoria John had given him.


“I think you’ll be fine but we should wrap it so the guys don’t ask questions,” John said.


Jason held his hand a bit higher between them while John produced a roll of flimsy gauze out of the kit. “Good idea. I can tell them I cut my hand. It’s true.”


The cloth tugged at the ragged edges of the teeth marks, which made Jason wince more. Yeah, it smarted, but worth it. His brain was still a little scrambled after John’s attention.


Chapter 20