TITLE: Doomsday's Wake
GENRE: Science Fiction
Dylan and Kat go way back, and now she's been shot in an alien wilderness. She's fallen, he has to get her to safety before more bad guys show up, and it's definitely that kind of day.
He knelt and cradled her face between his filthy, gritty hands, pushing her eyelids up with his thumbs.
“I didn't know you loved me,” she sassed.
He would always love her, but it wouldn't do answering sarcasm. As he turned her head back and to the side, first one way, then the other, her pupils reacted to the sunlight. That didn't mean much, though, and with her implants fried, there was no telling what condition her insides were in. He released her and started looking over her injuries.
“Name?” he asked.
“Katerina Duncan,” she said, rolling the “r” in proper Russian form, “but those who want to live call me—”
“Civilian you dumb-ass. What's wrong with you?”
“You may not remember this, but you just fell off a mountain. Head trauma's a common complication.”
“I feel fine. Well no, I feel like s***. What do you mean, I fell off a mountain?”
“Technically, I dropped you. Are you going to throw up?”
“Not if you don't tell any jokes. Are you—you dropped me?”
“You fell and hit your head. A sniper was shooting at you. I dropped you so you'd be safe. What's pi?”
“You dropped me so I'd…what?”
“What is pi?”
She looked at him for a moment. “3.14159…265. The mean gravitation on this planet is 9.76 meters per second squared. I measured it on my way down. Avogadro’s number is 6.022 times ten—”