Part 110
Website dedicated to Lieutenant Graham Simmons
The locker room on the Base was usually deserted at this time of the night, or more correctly, this time of the morning. It was a little before oh-one-hundred and the flurry of activity surrounding the return of Sam and Teal'c had settled and the long waiting game had begun. Graham was at his locker getting his blue jacket because he had been finding it harder and harder to keep his eyes open.
He decided, therefore, to take a brief stroll on the surface and to try to fill his lungs with some fresh air. He was hoping to work off some of the anxiety he was feeling also. Walter was still giving him sidelong glances from time to time and he began to wonder if he'd suspected there was more going on than just a crush on Major Carter. As soon as Harriman returned from taking a ten-minute break for a cigarette Graham saw his opportunity and took it.
Once on the surface the new snow that had obviously fallen whilst he'd been on duty surprised him. When he'd come in early, around six, there had only been slush from old snow everywhere but now the mountain seemed covered in a soft pillow of white snow. The moon, bright and full overhead, illuminated the ground as Graham walked over it and left tracks with his shiny black shoes as he made his way towards the concrete cylinder that housed the emergency exit/entrance to the base.
He tightened the jacket around himself more snugly and raised his face to the stars above him as he leaned back against the cold concrete. Knowing that Daniel was 'out there' was a very surreal feeling and one he'd probably never fully come to grips with. He sat and watched not only Daniel but many others go through the shimmering silvery-blue wall and 'disappear' but for some reason the association of that act and the stars that came out every night didn't seem real or tangible to him.
He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs to capacity, and then he blew it out in a long, slow breath. As he scratched his hand through his short, black hair he wondered if he would ever get used to this, or if he should cut his losses and change the situation. After all he knew he couldn't keep going off the deep end whenever his 'lover' disappeared, because going on track record alone Daniel did that a lot. Graham had to either get used to it and learn to curb his thoughts and feelings at such a time, or.. change the situation.
He closed his eyes and sucked in another deep breath, hoping the chill of the air would freeze his thoughts and still them so that he could have some peace. The snap of a wet twig behind him instantly drew him from his reverie but even before he could even turn towards the sound, he heard a familiar voice.
“Well, if this isn’t my Christmas wish coming true,” came the low male voice from close behind him. Graham smiled as he twisted to see Major Davis stepping out of the shadows.
“Major,” he said formally as he straightened up and stepped away from the concrete entrance.
“Lieutenant,” Davis said with a grin as he pinched his cigarette with his thumb and forefinger, took a long drag on the stick then took it from his mouth. He offered the cigarette to the other man, a show of obvious intimacy between them, but Graham refused it with a shake of his head so Paul flicked the cigarette into the night, knowing that wherever it fell would be on snow and therefore it would be extinguished. He watched the younger man carefully as he blew the smoke out from between his red lips then asked, “What brings you topside at this hour?”
“Fresh air,” Graham said before he shifted his attention to the blanket of stars above them. As he lowered his gaze after a moment or two he stared at the face that he once knew so intimately. Paul seemed to be recalling the same memory of a distant night spent in each other’s arms many years ago, if the gentle look in his wandering eyes and the slight smile of recollection was anything to go by. With a soft cough Graham shifted his gaze once more, this time towards the trees nearby, as he asked, “What are you doing here at this hour?”
“Apart from skulking around in the shadows in the vein hope that a certain brown-eyed Lieutenant might need some, uh, fresh air…?” He jibed gently then his smile grew larger when Graham refocused onto him.
“Apart from that,” Graham mumbled through his grin while he rocked on his feet.
“The General has me situated in the VIP room. Nice enough, but not home, if you know what I mean?”
Graham nodded.
“And no where near the standard of accommodation I had last time I was here.”
The point he was making was not lost on Graham, whose head shot up at that comment and his dark eyes searched the Major’s face intently. “Long time ago now, Paul,” he remarked as he tightened his arms across his chest.
“Some things are worth remembering,” Davis told him then glanced over towards the doorway that they’d soon be returning through. He tilted his head and went back to studying the sweet bowed face before him, then he lifted Graham’s chin with the tips of two fingers as he said, “Some things a man can’t forget.”
Graham’s pink lips parted slightly and his breath came out in pants of vapor as he stared back at the handsome man less than a step away from him. As he swiped his lips with a dart of his tongue, Graham gently removed his face from the touch as he said, “Nice to know I’m a good memory.”
Paul looked at the hand that had been left hanging in mid-air then he tucked it into his pant pockets as he said, “I thought I might have heard from you, you know, once the news got around to this place.”
Graham bit the inside of his cheek as he shook his head. “What was I meant to say? ‘Good on you for coming out publicly’?” He stared deeply into Davis’ eyes as he asked, “What on earth made you do that? What ever happened to ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’?”
Davis shrugged without concern. “Someone asked. Someone, I have to admit, that I thought was interested for reasons other than political.”
Graham nodded thoughtfully at that comment then he didn’t move for a moment while he considered his next words. “What was it like?” He finally asked, and once the sentence had left his lips he looked up to meet Davis’ eyes once more.
The major sighed deeply then said, “Surprisingly better than I thought it would be. I had one or two bad encounters but, for the most part, I think my co-workers, my peers and most importantly my superiors at the Pentagon were supportive of me. I even got a few dates from it,” he added lightly.
Graham remained staring at him. “Weren’t you.. scared?”
Paul met his eyes and for a moment they remained locked in an intense stare. Finally Davis admitted, “Terrified, sometimes.” He lowered his face slightly. “But I had no choice. I didn’t so much come out but I was pulled out. I’m glad that it happened, now, because I’m free to be who I am and there’s no hiding things anymore.”
“Did you ever worry about your job?”
“Never,” Paul told him bluntly as he tucked his other hand deep into his pant’s pockets and lifted his shoulders against the cold night. “Basically I’m good at what I do. I perform my duties to the letter and there are no grounds for dismissal. For a while I had to really watch my ass, forgive the pun, but now I’m settled. I think I’m valued for who I am… not devalued for what I am.”
Graham was still staring at him. Paul wondered if it was in wonderment, in awe, or, he hoped, something else. After a moment he added, “Of course, it makes it tough on other men I work with. If they are seen out with me it’s usually hard for them to explain we’re just friends.”
“So there’s no one special at the moment?”
“Special?” Paul shook his head derisively. “Is there ever?”
“Yes,” Graham returned quickly, much to Paul’s obvious surprise.
With a soft scoff the older man lit another cigarette and took a deep drag of it before he said, “You’ve changed your tune then!”
*
Tristan weaved through the throng of people standing in clumps or in couples, drinking and talking together loudly, trying to be heard over the throb of music from the live band in the corner of the over-filled, over-heated bar. After sharing Indian food with Philip for dinner he'd persuaded the reluctant artist to join him at one of the late-night joints, to take in some of the nightlife of Colorado Springs and to give him 'something else to do other than fret over that man of yours!'.
On the drive over, which Philip did as Tristan had no transport, the younger man confessed to his companion that it had been a very long time since he'd set foot in a 'nightclub', though he and Jack often visited the bar, The Bull and Bear, on the other side of town. Tristan had told him he'd heard from a 'fellow' in New York that this was the place to go to while he was in the 'Springs. Philip assured him that he might not be much company as he turned his phone onto vibrate and tucked it into his front pocket so that he was sure to know if it went off.
Now the two men had been at the loud, brash bar for several hours and Philip's eyes were beginning to glaze over - not from too much alcohol and not from the late hour but because this was a 'straight' bar and as such, he'd had to witness male/female couples gyrating and cavorting on the dance floor and in every dark corner, practically making love with their clothes on (or almost on as was some of the cases) in the pretense of 'dancing'.
The couple beside him were so nauseating, with their drunken, sloppy kisses, their loud moans that were audible despite the throb of the music and their regular monotony of bumping into either Phil's shoulder, back or arm (usually as he was holding a drink) that the artist deliberately moved around to the other side of Tristan to get away from them. The Englishman looked from Philip to the couple then back to the scowling man.
He leaned over and yelled into Philip's ear, "Doesn't do much for you, eh?"
The roll of the dark eyes was enough of an answer for him. Tristan jolted as the couple slipped and stumbled against him. The man lifted his drink-smeared face - his mouth hung open while the slobbering woman chewed his bottom lip. He drunkenly mumbled something akin to an apology before attacking the woman in more sloppy kisses.
"Forcryingoutloud!" Philip wanted to dry retch but he rubbed his face with both hands and growled once more, to try to relieve the frustration he was feeling.
Tristan laughed and nudged him with his elbow before he quipped drolly, "They're in lurve, my dear boy. Would you deny them this show of affection?"
"They ought to get a damn room!" Philip groused. "It's sickening that they can carry on like that in public when I can't even hold my partner's hand!"
Tristan watched him closely then leaned across the bar when the barman finally showed up. He yelled his order into the blond man's ear then straightened up and watched Philip again. "I know it's hard for you," he said, getting his money ready for when the bar tender returned. "All that secrecy you have to live with. How do you cope?"
The younger man frowned and for a moment wondered what Tristan was referring to. "Secrecy?" He took the Canadian Club and Rye that his friend was now passing over to him.
"You and your Jack," Tristan said loudly into his ear as he, too, stepped away from the bar. "I don't know how you cope with all that secrecy."
"Well, I don't stand at a crowded bar and yell about it to a friend," Philip said with a grin. Tristan understood what he meant and followed him through to a small, secluded room out the back. The music wasn't as loud in there, even it couldn't penetrate the thick stonewalls, but it did vibrate all things and create a constant regular buzz.
Philip found a table in the corner and made his way there, knowing his companion would follow. They were not alone. There were others in the room but each group had their voices low and their heads in close together so that their conversations all remained secret. Philip checked the seat before he sat in the worn, leather chair, but then he got up, eased the phone across his pocket so that it didn't dig into his groin and settled again.
"It's tough sometimes," he said as he adjusted his feet under the table then lifted his drink to his lips. "I want to hold his hand when we're out, just doing simple stuff like shopping, but we can't. We can't walk too closely together. We can't be seen 'being' together at all. Jack knows a lot of people and that is always a really tough thing to deal with. Is it this bad in England?"
"I believe there are places that are very accommodating of same-sex couples, though not many."
"Where you're heading off to next, San Francisco, has a lot of places that same-sex couples can go an just 'be'."
"I'd like to see those places. Do you know where they are?"
Philip gave him a wry smile. "You'll see them, trust me." He took another sip. "How about you? Do you find this kind of thing annoying?"
"Well, yes, of course, but I'm coming at it from a different perspective, I guess."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning I'm not.."
Philip almost leapt out of his chair when his pocket began to vibrate then he fumbled for the phone in his attempt to answer it quickly. At such a late hour it had to be news about Jack.
"Philip Simmons."
Tristan watched as the anxiety turned to utter relief as Philip threw his head back and cried out, "Oh God, JACK!! Where the hell are you?" His face flushed with relief.
Still watching, the English man saw tears swell in the dark eyes as the young man clapped a hand over his hot cheek, his relief turning to delight as he talked with the man he loved - finally.
In a sudden flurry of happiness, tinged with varying emotions as the conversation played out, Philip covered his other ear with his hand, tilted his face down and tried to make the conversation as private as possible in the small room.
"Not coming home? Why not? Oh God, are you okay? Where were you hurt?"
Tristan lifted his chin slightly when he heard that. He saw the worry cloud the brown eyes again.
"Whereabouts on your cheek? <pause> but you're okay other than that?"
Lifting his drink to his lips, the traveler looked around the room casually, taking in if anyone was listening to the conversation. No one seemed to be so he returned his attention to man, now chuckling softly with relief.
"Okay, yeah, no I'm fine.. I'm actually out having a drink with a friend. Yes, of course I missed you, forcryingoutloud!" Philip laughed loudly now and glanced over at Tristan, who returned the glance with a raise of his glass. Philip smiled at him then ducked his head and spoke to Jack again.
"How long before you can come home? Okay, will you call me in the morning to let me know? No, I don't think I'll sleep now, knowing you're here but not here...<pause> but ..<pause> Yes, of course this is better than not being here at all! I know... But you know what I'm like on my birthday and Christmas, hun.." He laughed out loud, grew a little redder then lowered his voice to mumble something down the phone. After he'd said whatever that was he sat back, looked at Tristan again then told Jack that he couldn't wait to see him, that he loved him and that he was very, *very* glad to hear from him. Before hanging up Philip asked after Daniel.
"He did? Why? Oh, I see, He's okay though? Good. Grae was a wreck, hun. <pause> I know he will be now that Daniel's back. <pause> Okay, hun, I'll hear from you in the morning and I can't wait to see you tomorrow <Long Pause> Jack.... Jack.. <he was obviously trying to cut into the other man talking> I love you. <pause and a soft, blushing smile> See you."
Philip hung up the phone and put it on the table. He gave a whoop of a laugh then pushed his hands through his hair before meeting the green eyes once more. "He's home."
Tristan nodded. "So I gathered. Was he hurt?"
"Dehydrated. They're keeping him over night for obs and fluids. He'll be home sometime late tomorrow morning."
"So Daniel, Graham's partner, obvious works with Jack?"
Philip nodded and picked up his drink before putting it down again. "Gads, my hands are shaking," he said, holding up his hands. Tristan nodded.
"Maybe you should go home?"
"Soon. I'll finish this drink then we can go. Are you still joining me at the Gym tomorrow?"
"You still want to do that? Considering Jack's back?"
"He won't be home until later in the morning. I'm going in about eight, if you're interested."
"Sure. You can show me a few new moves."
"Sure will." Philip said, gulping down his drink quickly. He coughed to clear his throat then tilted his head and said, "So anyway, what were you saying before the phone interrupted?" Again he took another sip of his drink.
Tristan smiled for a moment then said, "I was about to tell you - I'm not actually gay, Philip."
The artist choked on his mouthful now then sat back, eyes watering from the violent coughing fit as he put the glass down onto the small table shakily. "Excuse me?" He asked, unable to believe he heard him right.
"I said that I wasn't gay."
"You're not!?" Philip squeaked now, then looked around them quickly to see if anyone was listening.
"Do you remember the conversation we were having earlier, you were saying how Liz seemed to get the wrong impression about us and I told you that happened to me a lot.."
Philip thought back to the conversation the realization it his face. "Oh!"
"I'm not gay, though a lot of people tended to believe that I was, back at home. It's one of the reasons I wanted to leave the beastly lot to themselves. Someone went so far as to imply I'd had an affair with one of the Groundskeepers at my country house but that was utter rubbish, of course."
Philip looked shocked and stunned. "I'm sorry.. I thought.."
"I know, and believe me, I totally understand. I have this quality, I guess, that gives most people I meet this sense that I’m actually a gay man.” He looked thoughtful for a moment then continued, in a sincere voice, “I guess I do relate to homosexual men more easily than I do to other men of my ilk, but that has more to do with personal preference. I just find some gay men more engaging than I find the sorts of men who move within my social circle. A gay couple that I knew a few years ago called me their ‘fag hag’. Of course, that name really only applies to women who like to get about with gay men, but I was labeled it, just the same.”
“Well no wonder you weren’t interested in Grae,” Philip said with a shy grin.
Tristan laughed heartily. “Absolutely! I guess the two of you caught my attention in the gym that first day because you were both so manly, despite being gay.”
“You don’t like effeminates?”
“Good heavens, no. I find them rather beastly, but I do like to mix with manly… men.”
Phil ached his brow. “You sure you’re not the teensiest bit gay then?”
Tristan laughed and shook his head. “Not an iota, my good man. I enjoy the company of a beautiful woman far too much!”
*
The little red numbers flashed up on the display screen inside the elevator. Graham watched as the car neared his floor while he thought about the encounter with Major Paul Davis on the surface. He pondered on how the conversation ended, with Paul telling him that coming out was not the career killer he thought it would have been and that if more gays were to come out in the military it might be a better place.
‘Better place’ Graham thought about that as the doors slid open. “For whom?” he muttered under his breath as he stepped from the elevator.
Immediately he sensed the atmosphere was different as he moved down the corridor towards the Gate control room. There seemed to be an electricity in the air, a charge, a surge of.. god forbid, hope that had people looking relieved and smiling again. Graham took off at a trot towards the control room, not sure what he expected to find when he got in there. The room was quiet, the Gate room empty, and Harriman was furiously tapping something into his computer.
He heard Graham walk behind him and looked up. "You missed the excitement," he said casually as he passed over a sheet of paper for Graham to read.
The words seemed simple but the ramifications of them shook Graham to his core: 'the remaining members of SG-1, Colonel Jack O'Neill and Doctor Daniel Jackson, returned from P3x5891 at 0052 on 12/20'.
Graham looked around the room then back at the paper. "What?" He spluttered in disbelief.
"They're back. The Colonel and the Doc," Walter said nonchalantly as he studied the report on his computer screen and quickly rectified an error before typing again. He quickly snatched back his note paper, transferring the information onto the computer.
"Are they okay?" Graham choked; surprised that something so momentous could have happened yet the place looked so normal. He couldn't believe that it didn't affect everyone else like it affected him.
"In the Infirmary. Dehydration, like the other two," the distracted officer said as he grimaced and backspaced over a few spelling errors. "Jesus, I hate writing this stuff up. Are there two L's in.. oh never mind..." He went back to his typing. Graham wasn't listening anyway, he was trying to work out what to do - to run all the way to the infirmary to ensure this was true, to casually 'drop by' there in a few minutes time or to go back to work and not alert anyone to the fact that his legs had gone to jello and his mind to mush knowing that his worries were over and that Daniel was home, safe and....
"Both were unharmed?"
Walter frowned at the screen then tossed his head back to look up at the man still standing. "The Colonel had a split cheek but that's about it. Doc seemed intact, even had his glasses on for once." He concentrated a moment then added, "Though according to Telorose, who went to help out, neither man was someone you wanted to stand down wind of, if you get my meaning."
"Where is she now?" Graham looked around the room.
"I don't know," Walter barely glanced around then went back to the report he was working on. "Probably in the infirmary. Word has it, she's got a thing for Teal'c so any chance she can get to be where he is, she takes it."
Graham rolled his eyes and dropped heavily into his chair. "When did this happen?" He checked the paper again then looked at his watch. Probably the moment he'd stepped out onto the surface they'd come home again. He caught his breath then an involuntary chuckle bubbled on his lips as he turned to pick up his earpiece and tucked it into place again while he sat. He checked the recent gate activities via his computer terminal and it clearly showed recent off world activity. Running a report on the details it showed that SG-7 had activated the Iris Code. With ultimate happiness swirling within him he curbed his thoughts and feelings, needing to have a show of 'normality' for a while, then he could casually take a break and go to the infirmary. If they were dehydrated like Sam they'd be in over night for observation as well, so Graham knew he had time to wait. Not that he wanted to, but he definitely thought he needed to.
*
Philip was yawning as he pulled his sleek black car into the driveway and cut the engine. He rubbed his tired eyes. It had been quite a day and his body felt totally drained of any energy. He dragged his feet as he walked along the rosebush-lined path to the front door. Juggling his keys he found the right one in the porch light that automatically came on as someone approached the front door. With another yawn he entered the house, dropped his jacket onto the hook and then tossed his keys into a dish on the small table beside the front door. The house was dark but he made his way to the bathroom with no light then, when finished, he stripped off his clothing as he approached the bed. As he dragged back the bedding he thought he'd fall flat onto his face from fatigue but he managed to climb into the cold bed, tuck the blankets up to his chin then he closed his eyes. Another yawn ripped from him as he snuggled into the soft pillow, moaning at the comfort the bed was instantly giving him - a contrast to the night before when the loneliness of the large bed seemed overbearing.
*
The Infirmary was silent but a light shone from the last of the three bays that ran the length of the room. Graham entered quietly and knew that the first bed, the one that was completely curtained off, was Sam's - he'd visited her there earlier. In the next bed was Jack, dressed in a pair of blue 'scrubs' since his shower. He was fast asleep, curled into a fetal position with his arms folded and his back to the next, partially screened off, bay. Graham couldn't see the occupant of that bed yet, but he knew the sounds Daniel made when he was involved in his reading.
Peering around the curtain he smiled instantly when he recognized the man sitting with his head bowed and a note pad on his thigh, furiously writing notes from the book he was reading.
"Bit late for research, isn't it?" Graham said, making Daniel jolt with surprise. The light above reflected off the lenses as the face lifted but the smile was all Daniel.
"Grae!" He said, briskly pushing the books from his lap and onto the bed beside his covered legs at the same time that he shifted over to make room for his visitor to sit down. He reached out his hand and dragged the IV tube with him then, when Graham took the outstretched hand, he squeezed it tightly. The Lieutenant glanced over his shoulder but they were alone, and the curtain obscured the camera in the far corner of the room. As he perched himself onto the edge of the bed he took a second to kiss then hand he was holding. Daniel squeezed him tightly and tugged him so that instead of the respectable distance he had intended to sit at, Graham ended up a lot closer to the patient.
For a moment neither said anything, just smiled and took in the vision before them, then after a quick breath Daniel squeezed the hand once more and said, in a low voice, "You have no idea how good it is to see you."
"I have some idea," Graham returned in a muted voice as he rubbed his thumb over the hand he was holding. He couldn't stop staring at the face smiling back at him. It was freshly shaven and shiny from the scrubbing it received in the shower and it now glowed under the stringent lights of the infirmary. "You look so good," he said, as he moved his hand so that their fingers laced together. Again his thumb stroked him, this time along the length of Daniel's thumb.
"I gather you know what happened?"
"I spoke with Sam earlier."
Daniel nodded and squeezed him once more. "I'm sorry to put you through that."
"Not your fault, Dan," Graham said with surprise that his partner would apologize for something he wasn't able to control like that.
Removing his glasses with his free hand, Daniel held them as he rubbed at his stinging eyes. As he looked up he blinked a few times then his gaze settled onto Graham once more. The lieutenant's chest tightened when he saw the unshielded blue eyes and he had to fight the urge to reach out and smooth back some of Daniel's hair that had fallen into the corner of his left eye.
"When will you be home?"
"Later today, according to the Doc." He frowned as he gave a soft cough then folded the arm, still holding his glasses, across his chest. "Though I really feel fine and ready to go home.. now."
Graham smiled. "At least wait until I'm ready to go off duty before you decide to make a break for it. I'll drive you home."
Daniel smiled gently at him and he whispered, "Home - that... that sounds so good."
Graham checked over his shoulder again then brought the joined hands up and kissed the fuzzy backs of Daniel's fingers lightly. He rubbed his lips across the tiny golden tuffs of hair on the first two fingers as he said, "If you think I'm ever going to let you out of the house after this episode, think again."
Daniel chuckled softly and bowed his head. "I guess I deserve that."
"You know all this dark hair of mine that you find so.." Graham shrugged. Daniel mouthed the word "sexy" to him and the younger man grinned. "That. Well, you keep doing this to me and I'll be grayer than Jack in a matter of months!"
Again Daniel dipped his face as he chuckled softly, his nose crinkling from the beaming smile plastered over his face. He tugged his hand from Graham's lips and studied the fingers entwined with his own intently. Graham's fingers were not as long as Daniel's though his palm was almost the same size and width. The fingers, still slender despite their length, could tinkle across Daniel's piano keys effortlessly, years of piano lessons as a child showing that the young man had some real talent in the musical area. The skin was darker than Daniel's own tanned hand, the tiny hairs on the backs of his fingers were dark and few but Daniel still found that sexy and loved to toy his tongue over each tiny tuft. He had some fine white scars across the wide backs of his hands and one scar across the wrist bone that dissected the hand from the wrist. So prominent was it that, even years later, the stitch marks that once held the cut together could clearly be seen.
"I need to get back," Graham said, somewhat reluctant to break the moment between them. Daniel looked up and met the dark eyes. Graham's breath caught in the back of his throat then he coughed softly, smiled and said, "I'll call by again in a while."
A smile grew lopsidedly across the anthropologist's face. "I'll see you then."
"Hopefully not. You need to rest!" Graham stood by the bed now, their hands lowered to the mattress discretely. Daniel stared up at him then he quickly wrote a note onto a piece of paper, folded it and passed it to him. Graham frowned and Daniel indicated to his pocket with a jut of his chin so Graham put it in his pocket, squeezed Daniel's hand once more, then winked at him before leaving.
Daniel gathered up all the books and put them on the side table then he shuffled down into the bed, turned onto his side and closed his eyes. It wasn't long before sleep claimed him.
*
Graham walked down the empty corridors towards the gate control room. His shift was almost over; another hour to go and then he could get Daniel home and really show him how glad he was to have him back. Nothing sexual, he told himself, just tender moments, cuddled together on the sofa of either one's house, talking and being together. He put his hand into the pocket of his blue uniform pants and pulled out the note. Written in Daniel's usual neat handwriting was, 'I love you!'.
A large smile grew across Graham's face as he folded the note, tucked it back into his pant's pocket and took the steps into the control room two at a time.
<end of part 110>
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