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

Instead of dwelling on it, John chose to watch over Jason.


His lover was taking deeper breaths, chest moving in a steady rhythm. There was rapid movement behind pale eyelids and it seemed like he was asleep, not passed out from near suffocation. John smiled, though Jason didn’t see him, and wiggled into their blankets as best he could without taking the mask off Jason’s face.


For now, all was right in his world. John only had to wait for Jason to wake up. He could do that.


His skull was cracked down the center and his brains were strung along the Station like fairy lights. That had to be what happened, because his head felt like someone pried it apart with a crowbar. Jason couldn’t think, not even recall the last time he’d had a hangover even half as bad. No, never again would he touch even cough syrup. It hurt to make a sound.


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