Kaylee has been alone on Station 13 since the Alliance declared it haunted by her spirit. What they didn't know is that her experiments with dimensional transport had trapped her between worlds, physical and psychic. Dirven arrives and she heaves a sigh of relief. In nerd she trusts. He is everything she remembered from research symposiums, and quite a bit more. She should be guilty for peeping in on him in the shower, but it is all for research, isn't it? Confident that he will be able to bring her back, she finally is able to experiment with her intangible form in a manner that brings both of them pleasure.

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The hiss of the airlock seals came as a blessed relief. Kaylee Morgan didn’t know how long she had been incorporeal, but it was getting tiring. Finally, the Alliance had sent a response to her mayday. “One stupid experiment goes awry and I am stuck between dimensions. How lucky can I possibly be?”

She watched from the centre of the hallway, knowing that whoever arrived would be unable to see her. Kaylee hadn’t counted on recognizing her greatest competition in the trans-dimensional field. Dirven Lacoss was the Azon that she loved to hate. Beautiful, lithe and a body to die for, he also had a mind that she envied in her weaker moments.

He would have foreseen her little problem reversing the field, since she couldn’t touch the switch. She had let that detail slip her mind when she had thrown herself onto the trans dimensional pad to prove her working mechanism.

“Hiya, Dirven. Long time no see. Hey, I am running around naked, and going out of my mind with the thought of you alone on this station, and I can’t even grab your ass. How much does that suck?” Speaking of sucking she dropped her gaze to his crotch and groaned at the image that ran through her mind. She was very good at spatial characteristics and he had more than enough to satisfy her dry spell. Wow. She had been alone a long time.