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The Greater Antilles
Part Eighteen
by Ili


Ili's eyes fluttered open as smelling salts were waved under her nose. "I just had the strangest, dream..." she murmured...then her gaze focused on the person looking down at her.

"oh dear."

A small smile appeared on Hobbie's face, "Welcome back."

Ili just kind of gaped at Hobbie, "You-...you're-...uh....uhm..." she said intelligently.

Hobbie's smile widened, "Hobbie Klivian."

Ili's first thought was that she had died and gone to heaven, then, as Hobbie helped her stand and she looked around at all the people in orange flightsuits, her legs threatened to give out on her again and she had to steady herself using the Hobbster.

"Am I dead?" she asked, looking wide-eyed.

Hobbie looked at her strangely, "Well...I don't think so, because all the rest of us are alive."

"Oh...m'kay." Ili said.

Then a few things sunk in.

One, she was wearing a wet two-piece bathing suit in front of more than a few guys, and she'd always been modest around them...two, she was looking at a bunch of fictional characters...and three, something told her that if Hobbie here (or Tycho...or Wedge) read her fic they might not like her much.

*meep!*

She suddenly disentangled herself from Hobbie and ran toward the computer nearling bowling over Claire in her haste to hide the evidence. ((Ili- *snerk*))

"oof!...sorry Claire."

Hobbie, meanwhile, stood in the doorway and looked mournful, "Was it something I said?"

Continued in Part Nineteen