Welcome to the Journal of Now and Forever. This Journal is a collection of my Star Control and Star Control 2 fiction. Note: Some of this material is, by necessity, extrapolation from the slim information provided by canon sources.

New fiction is posted first at My Livejournal before it appears here. This story is in response to Game 100's "3 Prompt Words" Challenge.

Dean knocked on Mick's door, then noticed his own fingernails. Wow, they're really getting long. I oughta cut them soon...

The door opened. "Hey, Dean! What's going down?"

"Hey, Mick." Dean gave a lazy wave. "Last week you said you knew someone who's got a spacer roommate, right?"

"Yeah, one of Phil's clone brothers, I don't remember which one. Why?" Mick leaned in the doorway, mouth twisted in its usual smirk. "You wanna become a spacer yourself?"

"Nah, I just wanna talk to him. You think you can patch me in?"

"Sure, come on in." Mick and Jair's apartment didn't look much different from any other, except for the space-opera posters covering the walls. "Jair should be home from work soon. Feel free to get yourself something from the fridge," Mick added as he started punching buttons on his broadcast cell.

Dean helped himself to a cold barbecued-pork sandwich and an opened, half-empty beer bottle while Mick talked with Phil. I dunno... probably I oughta do the second-chance thing. He's had some time to think it over by now. Hey, this sandwich is pretty good.

"Dean. The guy's name is Wilt, who's rooming with the spacer. Here's his number." Mick scribbled something on a scrap of paper, said his goodbyes and signed off. "So what's up? You don't wanna be a spacer, Dean, they're off-planet for long times – months, sometimes."

Ah, he'd probably still be mad even if I brought a peace offering like a plant or something. He'll be happier living alone. Dean finished chewing, swallowed, and shrugged in reply.

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