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Kyrano looked at the list in his hand and frowned. One by one, the denizens of the Cliff House had come to him and told him that they weren't going to be at dinner that night. Christopher and Nikki had begged groceries from him and said that they were going to cook dinner for the crew over there.

"Well, Kyrano. How many do we set the table for tonight?" Emily asked as she came into the kitchen, tying on her apron, and followed by the three designated table setters: Cherie, Alex, and Tyler.

"Just for the Tracy clan it seems," Kyrano said, looking up from his list. "Those who live in the Cliff House will be eating together there."

"That's a surprise," Cherie said as she began to take out plates. "Let's see. How many of us are there, anyway?"

"And will Scott and John be able to make it?" Alex asked. "I heard they had to go to the decontamination room."

"There are thirteen of us, counting Lady Penelope," Kyrano said. "Mr. Parker and I will eat in the kitchen as usual."

"I wish you'd just come on out and eat with the rest of us, Kyrano," Emily groused, frowning. "You're just as much a part of this family as anyone."

Kyrano smiled. "This is true, Mrs. Tracy, but since it is part of my job to serve the food, I feel it is better for me to wait on my own meal until all the preparation is complete and dessert is served. I do join the family when Lisa is here."

"I know. I just feel like we're not being fair," Emily complained.

"It is not you or Mr. Tracy who keep me in the kitchen, Mrs. Tracy. I have chosen this," he returned with a gentle reminder.

"Hmph. Well, as long as you don't feel left out, I suppose I need to just accept it," Emily said with a sigh. "In any case, let's finish up our dinner preparations. Then I'll check on Scott and see if we need a tray for him or not."

***********

Down in the decontamination room, a concrete chamber close to the lab, Scott was showering. His contaminated uniform and space suits had been dumped into a barrel full of a special decontamination mixture, and Dianne, wearing a radiation suit of her own, sealed it up until Brains could tend to the clothes. The uniform and space suit would be cleansed and rinsed until there was no trace of radiation remaining, and the fluid used would be added to the waste from the household power plant. This would be further dealt with by the waste treatment plant, situated in a lava-carved cavern a half mile from the main complex.

Scott used a special soap that would break down the radiation on his skin and hair. He tried to ignore the presence of his stepmother in the shower room, attempting to think of her as the family doctor instead of "Mom". Her own serious and professional manner helped to foster this view of her. Still, he blushed as he turned around to let the suds in his hair run down his back and ended up facing Dianne. Fortunately, she was busy with some medical equipment, including a syringe of radiation counteragent.

Scott turned off the water, and began to dry himself off. He approached Dianne gingerly, knowing what was coming, and not liking it very much.

She motioned to him. He sighed and moved closer, sticking out his hip and part of his buttock while trying to cover his privates. Dianne wiped a spot with the swab, then jabbed the sharp needle in deep, pressing down on the syringe. Scott winced, but didn't watch. She watched carefully for signs of his earlier faint. But though he uttered a barely audible, "Ouch!", he seemed to take the injection in stride.

"Okay, Scott. You're done. This will take a bit of time to get into your system. Go into the dressing room and get a gown. Then to the sleeping room. Tin-Tin's waiting there to put on the auto nurse."

Once Scott was safely beyond the confines of the decontamination room, she checked the radiation levels in the room itself, then stepped out of her own suit, putting it in its own bucket of solution, and stepped into the dressing room to don her own clothes again. The Geiger counters in the dressing room didn't react to her presence, so she knew that the radiation suit had done its job in protecting her.

"We're going to have to make some changes in that room," she murmured. "Now that we have a female astronaut..."

In the sleeping room, one of the four beds was now occupied. This room was only used in case of radiation exposure and poisoning and was not part of the sick room suite. The auto nurse equipment was up and running, monitoring the levels of radiation within Scott. The levels were more than she liked to see, but not enough to poison or cause radiation sickness. Even now, they were going down as the drug took affect.

"I may see to it that Callie gets a shot, too," Dianne murmured. "Her levels were borderline."

"My father wants to know if Scott will be joining us for dinner," Tin-Tin asked.

Dianne looked at her watch and the levels in the Scott's system and nodded. "I think so." She gazed at Scott and gave him a smile. "Now, you get some sleep. I'll wake you in an hour and a half or so."

"Okay, Doc," Scott said, yawning. One of the side effects of the drug was drowsiness, and it had been decided long before Dianne came on the scene that the treated patient should be encouraged to sleep it off.

Dianne tweaked his blankets then went into the office. Decontamination could be a tricky thing, and she was always on hand when her family was going through it. Afterward, she and Brains would scrub everything down with anti-radiation fluid. Perhaps it's time to get Nikki and Dom involved in this. They need to learn it and many hands make light work. I'll talk to them now and set it up for after supper. At that thought she raised her arm and called upon her nurses, making plans for them to learn something new about their job with International Rescue.

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