>From: JaCarter Woodbridge 
>
>>>"Oh, and get Jac to help you. If you collapse out there it might be a
>>>while before anyone finds you." Mira looks around, "Jac! The kaffe
>>>will have to wait. Jez needs some help getting into the shower and
>>>then into bed."
>>
>>Jezebel doesn't wait for JaCarter to answer she starts gathering up
>>all her gear, hobbling as best as possible.  When she has it all
>>wrapped about one arm she throws the other over his shoulder and uses
>>him like a big crutch.
>>
>>"We never talk anymore," she says with a sly grin as they head out of
>>the sickbay, "you never write or even take the time to send me a vid."
>
>"Sorry", he says stiffly, "I always was terrible at keeping in touch.
>Out of sight, out of mind, you know? Sorry."
>
>"If its any consolation," he adds as an afterthought, "I haven't been
>in touch with Morganna either."
>
>"Okay, you heard the doctor. Apparently its time for little girls to
>go to bed. Which berth is yours?" He helps her to her cabin and then
>into the shower if that is where she wants to be.
>
>"Shall I make some coffee while you're busy? Then when I get back you
>can tell me how you ended up here."

"You haven't missed much not being in touch with Morganna, she's still the 
same self-important center of attention that she always was."  There's a 
bitterness in her voice as she talks about her sister.  "Forever trying to 
control things and organize things..."

Lysia looks at JaCarter with that same cupie doll perfect face that he 
remembers Morganna had half a dozen years ago, except there's something more 
symetrical in Lysia's face.  Her expression softens and she almost smiles 
but as fast as it came her face hardens and the scowl returns.

She leans into her fresher and turns one the water, setting it to barely a 
couple of degrees above warm.

"Coffee would be lovely Jac."  She says as she begins to peal the scrubs 
off.

<>

When JaCarter returns he notices a pile of unloaded weapons placed neatly on 
the upper bunk, their breaches open and the magazines laying near by.  The 
room is a jumble of boxes and crates, he recognizes an old steamer trunk 
that used to be in Morganna's office, it was a prop from some movie that 
Morganna and Lysia's mother starred in from years ago.  A framed movie 
poster from "Marakesh" leans against one wall, (ah crud I can't remember 
Jezebel's dads name) David's smiling face beams out of the poster in sepia 
tones.  A small silver auto injector lays on the bed, empty.

The shower hisses away in the fresher and through the frosted door JaCarter 
can see Lysia sitting on the floor letting the water wash over her.

Lysia Jezebel David