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Nano #4: Newton's Second Law -
by Jules Mills
Part Five - The Acceleration Is Proportional to the Resultant Force
Grace did her best to summarize Greer's technical program over the past four months, and when her technological knowledge faltered Dana referred to the actual reports, which were not much help. Dana did her best to not notice how closely Grace was sitting to her, and when she reached over to show her a specific passage, she tried not to breathe in her scent, or stroke the shiny straight golden hair. God, she was still attracted to Grace, but she was never going to risk the hurt again. Instead, Dana nodded often and scribbled notes of the changes on her notepad.
"I can't figure out his method," Grace finally said and sat back in her chair, an arms length between them.
Dana had her mechanical pencil between her teeth and was staring at the mention of changing the simulation program. She pointed to it with her pencil. "This is a huge mistake. The simulations are the only given in this project besides the cancer itself. We know the application works, so he changes it?"
"Why do you think he did it?"
"Sam Greer is not a nanotech. He's a very good mechanical physicist, but he has no understanding of the integration of knowledge that is necessary. For instance, does he have any molecular biology or organic chemistry background?"
"Grace, think of him as a good mechanic, but not the driver. He doesn't know how to get there, but he may be able to tune the engine. How did you end up with him, anyway?"
"Barbara tossed his name in the hat at the last minute. She was impressed with his graduate work, and he had been working with Dr. Adams at Stanford for three years."
"I doubt Adams misses him. And for the record, he stole his graduate thesis."
Grace's eyes widened. "How do you know that?"
"I used to review new postings on the web that had to do with nano. He published his thesis right after I was released from York."
"And you had seen it before?"
"Yep. A friend had posted it a year prior for me anonymously. Cons aren't allowed to post."
"That's a drastic accusation."
"You don't believe me?"
"All I'm asking is if you can prove it."
Dana stood and walked over to the computer terminal in the room and pulled up a series of postings from the Stanford Science Center Server. She pulled up a paper, posted anonymously electronically dated late 2011 and printed it. Then she pulled up his thesis, also on the Stanford Server, electronically dated June 2013, and printed it. She grabbed the stack of papers, crossed back to the table, and handed them to Grace.
She sat back down in her seat while Grace flipped through the pages. "The sad thing is, I doubt he understands what he copied."
Grace could not believe how closely the two papers resembled each other. Greer had mentioned several experiments which Dana did not, but the theory was most definitely not his. It belonged to a self educated lifer at a women's maximum security prison in Southeastern Connecticut.
"I'm sorry, Dana."
"That's okay. I'm learning to accept the fact that all you educated types stick together."
"You don't have a very high opinion of me."
"Actually, Grace, that's not true at all. I've always thought you were the most wonderful person I ever met. Which makes you much too good for someone like me."
Grace closed her eyes and th ought about how they had arrived at this place. Dana really did believe Grace had not loved her. But would she ever be able to convince her otherwise? "Dana, I do not think I am better than you."
"Okay, Grace," Dana replied flippantly.
Grace reached over and touched Dana's chin to urge her to look at her. "I'm not better than you." They stared for a few seconds. Grace was mesmerized by the gentle blue eyes. They drew her closer, within inches, and the need to touch Dana became so urgent she stopped breathing.
Dana jumped up, a teardrop caught in her dark eyelashes. She swiveled the chair between them. "Don't!" she managed to choke out.
"Dana, I never stopped loving you."
"No. You never loved me, Grace. If you had, you would have come with me."
"Don't you tell me what I felt. I made a mistake letting you leave, but I couldn't have left all of this."
"When people love each other they want to be together. Even I know that."
"I could use the same argument, Dana. But I know you loved me, despite the fact that you disappeared without saying good-bye, and that you sold your boat. Do you know what that felt like, finding out you didn't just sail away for a while, that you weren't returning?"
Dana stepped backwards, found the wall with her back, and leaned against it for support.
"Do you want to know how I found out?"
Dana did not answer.
"I drove by the marina every day hoping to god to find that you had returned so I could run to you and apologize. I planned to beg you to come home. Then, one day, I thought my prayer had been answered. There she was, your baby, tethered and waiting for me at the dock. I thought you were waiting for me." She wiped a tear away from her cheek. "But it wasn't you. It was some Diner owner who said you sold the boat to him in early June." She began to shake her head. "I was so upset I refused to talk about you ever again."
Dana was watching the younger woman and debating with herself why Grace was telling her this.
"I know I hurt you, Dana, just like everyone else in your life has," she said stepping closer. "And I will never forgive myself for that." She gently lay her hand on Dana's shoulder. "But I also know I will never be happy without you."
Dana's chin was trembling, and a few of the tears had broken free and ran down her cheekbones. Her survivalist instinct wrestled with the aching need to be touched by Grace. Another small hand reached up and wiped the tears away from her face.
Dana grabbed the hand from her face and held it away from her body. She studied the short manicured nails and the soft skin, and remembered the tender ways it caressed her. She let her other hand cover the hand on her shoulder and pulled it away as well. Then she let her eyes move to the lovely face and saw what she needed to see: desire, sadness, and love.
Slowly she raised the hands to her lips and brushed her mouth against the knuckles. She released Grace's hands. They slid immediately to Dana's face and removed her glasses, tucking them into her own pocket. Dana was slow, but eventually her arms wound around the smaller body, entwining them into a tight embrace. Smaller hands moved to the back of the taller woman's neck and clung for life. Dana buried her face into the strong warmth of Grace's shoulder and melted.
It did not take long before their mouths found each other, and lips joined in their own embrace. They were kissing deeply yet tenderly, the way people who promised each other never to hurt one another again do. Dana had not forgotten the taste of her lover's mouth, or the softness of her lips, but she reveled in being able to experience it again, not having to rely on memories any longer.
The door opened bringing the touch to an end. Rachel stood in the doorway grinning from ear to ear as she watched the women move away from each other.
"I figured I would either find you two dead or doing something like that. And for the sake of the program I am glad as hell that you two chose the latter. Now if you are all done making up, I can show you the changes I have made in my programs."
After a few moments to locate her glasses, Dana took her place standing next to Rachel and watched while the hacker described the changes in the code that scrolled by on the screen. "So on Monday he asks me to change the variables for the . . ."
"Yeah, yeah, I've seen enough," Dana said removing her glasses to rub her eyes. "I hope you saved the basic application.
Rachel did not dignify that with an answer.
"How bad did Greer screw up my program?"
"I think he has wasted three months on a damn Easter egg hunt. Maybe even backslid by making changes to the applications."
"Easter eggs?" Grace looked confused.
"He has spent the past three months trying to find answers randomly, like looking under a bush for an Easter egg. When he ran out of obvious places, he started checking out Rachel's bush . . . symbolically that is, Rach."
Rachel wore a silly grin. "I would like to see him try to check out my bush."
Dana met that with a chuckle.
"What do you suggest we do now?" Grace asked understanding the implication of wasting two months of her budget. The heat she was already dealing with escalated as every week passed.
Dana looked at her watch. It was five-thirty in the morning. "I need to take Rip for a walk."
"Rip is here?"
"Your security guard has her corralled."
Grace unfolded her crossed legs and followed Dana out of the room. "How is she?"
Dana chuckled. "Same old bitch as she ever was."
When they reached the security station, the guard was listening to country music and surfing the internet. Dana whistled lightly.
Rip jaunted over to her side. When she saw Grace her tail began to wag violently and she leaned her body against the doctor's legs practically knocking Grace to the floor.
Dana and Grace found a bench in the middle of the park to rest on while Rip ran from tree to tree sniffing for squirrels and dog pee. Grace was facing Dana studying the long straight nose and dark lashes over the pale blue eyes. "Where do we go from here?"
"I think we should repeat the clinical trials of the first modification, and use what has happened as a learning tool."
"No, Dana. I mean, where do we go from here?"
Dana turned to her and shrugged. "Depends on how slow you want to go."
"I don't want to go that slowly."
A smirky half smile. "Then your place, I guess. I don't have a room yet."
Grace looked away and blushed, but quickly grew serious. "What about your girlfriend?"
Dana's eyebrows shot halfway up her forehead. "What makes you think I have a girlfriend?"
"Rachel said you did."
Dana pulled a mangy tennis ball out of her sweatshirt pocket and tossed it towards the dog who ran after it. Rachel must have been spying for longer than I suspected, she thought to herself.
"Is she someone special?"
"I don't think that talking about this is such a good idea."
"Please, I'm jealous as hell, and I need to know who I'm up against."
"There is no competition doctor." Rip brought her the ball and ran off before Dana could launch the next toss. "Cheater!" Dana eyed the worried young face. "She was a waitress at a little bar in town, a psychology student home for summer break. She was sweet and smart and cute as hell, and we spent a couple of evenings together. Then she went back to school."
"So it's over?"
Dana laughed. "It barely got started, Grace." How do I tell you I spent the whole time thinking about you; wondering why her lips weren't as soft as yours, or why she didn't smell as wonderful as you do, or why she didn't taste as sublime? Rip dropped the ball at her feet and trounced off again. Dana threw the ball as far as she could. "She wasn't you, Grace."
She felt a little better, but she could have done without the `cute as hell' remark.
"What about you? Get any speeding tickets lately?"
Grace guffawed. "I don't even have the time or energy to masturbate."
Dana found herself smiling at the doctor's candor. "You poor thing. You must have been really busy. No wonder you're so tense." She tentatively reached over and began to playfully knead the tight shoulders. It turned into a real rub when Grace dropped her head and groaned. Grace did not even care that Dana's hand was covered in dog slobber. The touch felt so good. Dana lifted her other hand and reached across Grace's shoulder to work the other side. Grace's head dipped in compliance.
Both jumped when Rip barked at them, the ball laying next to Dana's black sneakers. Dana removed her hands and leaned over to pick up the ball and tossed it farther than she imagined she could. "I want to meet with your materials people first, before Greer comes in.
"Why not wait for Greer?"
"I think that your stereochemistry was all screwed up and that's why the rat trials failed so miserably."
"They weren't miserable, they were god awful."
"I get the impression from your organic tech's notebook that she didn't know what she was doing. I think your building material was crap."
"Carbon isn't just carbon?"
"Not in this case. The carbon molecules we use are asymmetrical three dimensional shapes so if the stereochemistry is not of a specific geometrical configuration we have a problem. Think of them like puzzle pieces that fit together in a specific way to make gears of the nanomachine, although they aren't really gears they function the same way, especially when trying to create the nano computer network used to program the machine."
"So the molecules were the wrong shape."
"Simply put, yes. The product was probably made up of a mixture of the possible configurations."
"Shouldn't Greer have checked that first?"
"If he had a clue about what he was doing, absolutely."
"I can't believe I made such a mistake hiring him."
"Next time choose better," Dana said letting her hand drift to Grace's back and lazily begin to rub.
Rip came towards them and let the ball roll ten yards to Dana, taking off while it was still rolling. "Look at that, she's not even coming all the way back anymore." Dana tossed the ball again but only halfway to where the dog had run, the dog not noticing where it dropped. Rip sniffed around looking for the ball. "It's right there," Dana yelled and pointed.
"Why do I get so lost without you?"
"I would hardly consider you lost, Grace. I told you this nano world isn't easy. And I wouldn't expect your project to get very far without a technical leader."
"You seem to have it all together now."
Dana shook her head. "I worked from dawn to dark every day until I was too tired to eat or think. So it's not composure you see, it's exhaustion."
"But you seem happy."
"Do you actually believe I could be happy without you?"
Dana slid her arms around the tired administrator and pulled her closer for a kiss. "Are you happy without me?" she whispered into her ear.
"I'm miserable without you."
Dana smiled and let her lips brush against Grace's cheek. "Now I am happy, Grace," she whispered breathlessly.
Grace wound her arms around the strong firm body and in an attempt to ward off the jealous thoughts of anyone else touching Dana intimately, she squeezed hard. Dana responded by turning into the embrace and pulling Grace against her chest. Grace buried her face into the soft clean cotton of the warm dark sweatshirt and listened to the steady throbbing of Dana's heart. She smelled familiar and comfortable, and for the first time in several months both women felt whole.
Sam Greer shoved Grace backwards against the conference table with such a force that the table moved several feet, and the he threw the papers in her face.
Dana, who had been waiting outside, saw the attack through the glass. That was all it took for the darker part of her soul to take control of her body. She had no idea how she had entered the room so quickly or that she had Sam Greer pinned against the dry erase board until after the fact. He grasped desperately at her arm to break the vice-grip so that he could breathe.
"Dana. let him go," Grace urged gently from behind her.
But Doc was intent on choking the life out of him and squeezed harder.
"Dana, Stop, you're killing
him!" Grace screamed and grabbed her arm to pull her away from the purpling man.
Dana let her hand slide away and stepped away from him. As soon as she let her guard down he lunged at her slamming her into the glass wall shattering it. Dana caught herself against the metal frame, and pushed back while sweeping his feet out from under him with a kick. He lay breathlessly on his back, the wind forced out of him by Dana's knee on his chest and another lodged in his gonads
Grace pulled her up and away from him.
"I'll sue you," he groaned.
"I'm going to take you to court for plagiary you dumb shit," Dana barked.
"Get up, go to your office , and type up your resignation, Doctor. I want it on my desk in an hour," Grace growled.
Grabbing himself, Sam Greer slowly left the conference room.
Once alone Grace addressed Dana. "That was a lot more violent than I intended, Dana."
"He started it," Dana said grabbing a handkerchief out of her pocket and wrapping her bleeding palm.
"Hey, let me see that," Grace said unwrapping the hand.
"Ouch!" Dana complained as she examined the deep cut.
"How come you're always fighting?"
"I don't know."
"I want you to go down to the ER and have this cleaned up and closed."
"No thanks, it would be just my luck that Nurse Ratchet is on duty. She will have to get her voodoo doll back out and I'll end up with that crick in my neck again."
"Go!" Grace ordered opening the door and pressing her on the back towards the elevator.
Dana looked back at Grace with a scowl.
She hesitated a few feet from the nurses' station when Nurse Sydney popped out from behind the computer monitor. She spun on her heels in retreat but froze when she heard her name called.
"Dana Papadopolis. Don't you move your burly butt another step."
Dana bared her teeth at the wall. Slowly she turned to the approaching head nurse.
"Doctor Wilson said you were headed down. Got yourself into another slug fest I hear. Causing more trouble for my favorite doctor?"
Nurse Sydney had that distinguished look of a woman with power and knowledge, and who was not going to take any crap from any person, especially Dana. She might have been considered attractive outside of work by someone, but Dana never saw her outside of the ER.
She made a show of sizing up the
nurse. Her blond hair was graying and pulled back in a knot, and she wore blue scrubs and
a white short lab coat.
"Attila the Bun, how have you been?"
"Come this way," she replied, stone-faced, leadingand led Dana into the examining room. "When is the last time you had a Tetanus shot?"
"The last time you poked me in the ass," Dana answered.
"Did I ever tell you how much I enjoyed that too? Sit down," she said gruffly indicating the gurney. "What happened?"
"I cut my hand."
"Duh. On what?" she said taking the hand and turning it palm up. She removed the bloody fabric. "This is very deep."
Dana tried not to yelp when she separated the skin. But Sydney's touch was tender as she inserted a Local into the hand and then cleaned it and glued it closed. "You're lucky you didn't slice a muscle." She ran her fingers over Dana's calluses. "You have tough hands. Where have you been?"
"Your girlfriend missed you."
"So I'm told."
"Are you back for good?" She wrapped the hand in clean gauze and taped it for reinforcement.
Dana shrugged. "I think she wants me back."
Sydney studied her blue eyes and bronze face for several seconds. "If you do decide to stay, you better not hurt her."
"It works both ways," Dana said coolly and tried out her hand. "Feels better."
"Wait until the Novocain wears off," Sydney said with a sadistic smile.
Dana squinted at her, trying to look mean. "Why do you dislike me so much?"
"I don't," the nurse replied and began to clean up. "But Dr. Wilson is special to me."
"I thought I was special to you," Dana smirked.
"You are, you little creep," she said and left the room.
To Be Continued...
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