Remembrance of Things Past_ Book 1 by Terri Osborne

Author:Terri Osborne [Osborne, Terri]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Science Fiction, General, Space Opera, Adventure, Fiction
ISBN: 9781416544074
Amazon: B000W7KNC6
Publisher: Pocket Books/Star Trek
Published: 2007-09-13T07:00:00+00:00

Inana Skanda lay back in the cot she shared with Gabe, her head pounding to a drumbeat all its own. The cot wasn’t much, just enough room for the two of them, but that was all she wanted. She could hear the conversations going on outside, and almost wished she had the strength to go and welcome them herself. But all of her strength was going toward fighting the headache. After the nearly-fatal allergic reaction she’d had to the yenara-root tea, the last thing she wanted to do was try another Icarian folk remedy. Grabbing Gabe’s pillow, she draped it over her forehead and eyes, willing the thrice-damned headache to seep out of her head and into the pillow.

There was always a possibility that it could work. Stranger things had happened since they’d arrived. Nana trying to give me cookies when she’s been dead for over a decade definitely makes the list.

Deciding she couldn’t take the pounding in her skull any longer, she reached to the set of boxes they used as a makeshift nightstand and grabbed the aspirin. It wasn’t much, and it hadn’t worked yet, but it was a remedy that had a track record, and that was all she needed.

She tried to clear her mind, to focus as her meditation instructor had taught her so many years ago. Focus. Focus attention on your head. Relax.

Slowly, she began consciously relaxing the muscles in her body, starting at the top of her head and ending at the tips of her toes. Focused relaxation, her instructor had said, often allowed the brain to access areas that consciousness wouldn’t. She felt herself hanging in that limbo state between wakefulness and sleep for a brief moment. Until finally, she heard a voice.

“Inana, sweetie?”

“Gemma?”

When she opened her eyes, the tent was gone, replaced by the soft pastel greens of her grandmother’s bedroom. What got her attention more than anything else were the smells: tea roses mixed with the aroma of baking cinnamon rolls—Gemma’s specialty—in the air.

She flipped the fluffy down comforter back, and realized that she was in her favorite lavender flannel pajamas. But she hadn’t worn those since childhood. “Gemma?” she asked. Her voice suddenly sounded very young to her ears, too young.

Her heart raced in her chest as she pushed herself out of the bed and ran toward the stairs that led down to the kitchen. “Gemma!”

She got down the stairs and nearly stepped on a hot cinnamon roll. A trail of eight more led to her grandmother; lying face down on the kitchen floor. Gemma’s left hand was underneath her, and her right arm was out to the side from where she’d fallen. The baking sheet that had held the rolls was on the floor about a half-meter from her right hand. She couldn’t tell if her grandmother was breathing.

Inana ran to the communicator in the dining room. “Emergency! Emergency! Call the rescue unit!”

The screen flashed the Federation logo, and then a dark-skinned man in the black-and-gold of a Starfleet security officer.

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