<strong>Alex Macauley</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Stateroom<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Mari<br/><br/>"What I want?"  Mac couldn't exactly pace in the cabin, but he could throw himself backward onto the lower bunk, running his hands over his face.  He didn't know if that would look like weakness to her, but he was too tired to care.  "What I want is to be able to stand a watch without worrying about whether you'll be where I left you at the end, or off causing a riot.  What I want is to get this boat back to Norfolk without a mutiny, a riot, a reactor accident, or a torpedoing."  He fixed his eyes on hers, clear and blue like hardened steel.  "What I want is to get you back to whatever family you have and then testify at that son of a bitch Hawke's court martial.  I'd rather have you work with me on that.  But if you won't there is nothing-<em>nothing</em>I will not do to make it happen.<br/><br/>"So don't wander off.  And don't push me again."