As the Surveyor lifted further off the ice and away from the tendril, the balloons rolled forward across the ice like a horizontal avalanche. The tumbling balloons distracted the tendril. It snapped back down toward the ice, impaling one of the balloons and bursting several others beneath its weight.

The blackness of open space came into view as the Surveyor pulled up into the sky, approaching orbit. Proximity sensors revealed that the tendril had lunged up again, but missed the Surveyor's back side by thirty feet.

But there was no time to celebrate. "Incoming!" Choi shouted.

A cloud of charged particles shot out in front of Surveyor. It was just the beginning of a thicker, impenetrably thick mass that was sure to tear the ship apart. Harris yanked the controls to the left and the Surveyor leaned and continued to climb. "Damn this moon!" The first of the charged particles shattered against the outer hull, echoing concussions throughout the ship, but Surveyor continued to rise, pulling away from the barrage.

In less than thirty seconds, they were through the worst of it. Complete silence enveloped the ship. Connelly let her breath out. Not only had they traveled further than anyone had before...not only had they made the most important scientific discovery of all time...not only had they been attacked by a raw and powerful alien intellect.

They had also survived.

CHAPTER 34 -- HOME.

The face looking back at Connelly was a stranger. A thick bruise on her cheek glowed purple. A scrape across her forehead might leave a scar. Connelly's face, reflected in her private bathroom mirror looked nothing like it had a day earlier. But more than the injuries, which would fade in time, Connelly couldn't stop peering into her own deep blue eyes. She had taken her dark brown eyes for granted and could now hardly remember what they looked like.

Her corneas had been transformed from the color of rich soil to that of the endless ocean. Connelly decided she liked the change. Images of her strange visit with the blue Europhids filled her mind. The research boat, the kiss with Robert, the strange explanations...her mind drifted back...back to the tiger shark. It had bit her with such force, such raw power.

Connelly let her hand drift down her naked leg. She felt the staggered scar run across her calf and around to her shin. Odd, Connelly thought, that an incident which should have caused her to fear the creatures of the ocean, instead invoked a love of them. She realized why the Europhids were interested in the memory. It was that single moment in time that redirected her life and eventually brought her to Europa. Connelly snickered. If that shark had passed her by for a fish, she might have ended up a supermarket cashier.

Stepping back, Connelly inspected her naked body. She had bruises from head to toe, but was otherwise intact.

A knock at the door made Connelly jump. "Who is it?"

"Robert."

"Give me a second," Connelly said as she slid into her underwear and strapped on her bra.

"Don't trust me not to look any more?"

"Not a chance," Connelly said. "There's too many mirrors in here."

Connelly threw on her grey jumpsuit. "Coast is clear."

The door slid open and Robert entered, dressed in a similar jumpsuit that fit slightly less flatteringly. He entered and walked past the bathroom where Connelly was still fixing her hair. "Enjoy the view while it lasts," she said.

Connelly had left the exterior wall of her quarters clear. Outside was a close up view of Jupiter. Surveyor had been orbiting Jupiter on the opposite side of Europa since their escape. The red, orange and yellow swirling clouds filled the entire view. Connelly wondered how long it would be before mankind returned. She hoped never. Returning to Europa would be disastrous for anyone foolish enough to return. The Europhids had grown more and more adept at defending themselves from the human threat. They'd probably continue to refine their abilities until they were effectively immune to the human disease.

"Ready for our farewell dinner?" Robert asked.

"Just about," she said. "A girl needs to look pretty you know."

Robert appeared in the doorway, his face stretched in a grin. "Hairdo or not, Jupiter has nothing on you."

Connelly let her hair fall, wrapped her arms around Robert and kissed him hard on the lips. He moaned with ecstatic pleasure. She pulled away and quickly put her hair up. "You mentioned dinner?"

"It can wait," Robert said with a wry smile.

"But the ship can't," she said. "We head home in a few hours. This is going to be our last meal for three months."

"I suppose we will be waiting for each other on the other side." Robert wrapped his hands around her waist.

Connelly kissed his forehead, took his hand and pulled him toward the door. "C'mon, let's go eat with the others. The fact that we all survived is miraculous. I think it's fitting that our last memory of this voyage should be with the entire crew."

The crew sat around the table enjoying a meal of fettuccini alfredo and blackened chicken, served with spinach salad, garlic bread and ice water; all compliments of Harris, who was as good a cook as captain. The conversation was relaxed and full of laughter. Even Choi had let herself go. Connelly had heard that near death experiences could bring people together. It appeared to be true. Though she had met some of these people only months ago, they all felt like family now.

Only Peterson remained distant. Connelly wasn't sure if he was still groggy from his long sleep or if he was feeling guilty for the crimes he committed while under Europhid control...but she knew it wasn't either of those. Upon waking, he had requested to see Connelly. When she entered the med-lab, he reached out to embrace her. Connelly had dodged his advance and quickly said, "What happened between us was a mistake."

That's when he had noticed Robert waiting outside the door, his arms crossed tightly across his chest. "Moved on while I was out?" Peterson asked.

"Just opened my eyes," she replied.

Connelly left Peterson alone to lick his physical and emotional wounds.

"Pass the greens, please," Willard said, bringing Connelly back to the present.

"On a diet?" Robert asked and handed the salad to Willard.

"I don't trust those impact chairs to give me all my vitamins." Willard heaped a large portion of the salad onto his plate.

"The impact chairs are flawless and they were not damaged," Choi said. "You'll be fine."

"As long as you're tucking me in again," Willard said with a grin.

"Whatever it takes to get the job done," Choi said with a straight face, then broke into a smile.

Harris shook his head at the antics of the crew and stood up, reaching out for a collection of empty plates. "You guys seem more like...sib...lings...than...."

The world around Connelly froze. Everyone had stopped moving and talking in the same instant, as though they were animatronic puppets and someone had pulled the plug. "Guys?" No one moved.

Connelly stood, but before she could take action, her head burst with a flash of pain so brilliant she thought it might blind her. After the brightness faded, she began to see things again, but her vision was tinted blue. She thought about moving to Robert, but her body had other plans. She watched as her arms fell to her side and she slowly walked for the door. She could her the crew stand and shuffle out the door behind her, following her lead like the Pied Piper's mice.

For several hours, Connelly had no control of her body. She could only watch as she and the rest of the crew scoured the ship's labs, eradicating every single sample of Europian life. In one fatal burst, all the samples were blown out the airlock. Next, the crew set to work on the computers, erasing all data, video, images, personal files and logs. Their entire trip from beginning to end was erased.

Connelly realized that this was the blue Europhids. Somehow, they had left behind enough of themselves in Connelly to exact their will on the crew. Their intentions were not violent, but self preservative. By erasing the files and samples, the crew had no evidence to support their claims of life on Europa. But she knew the word of every crewmember would be enough to convince the world of life on Europa and a second mission would eventually be launched.

But Connelly intended to refute the crew's claims. She knew such an action would make her extremely unpopular with Harris, Choi and Peterson, but she also felt confident that Willard and Robert would back her up. The existence of life on Europa would become a long standing debate...she hoped...and humanity's return to the frozen moon would, at the very least, be delayed.

To further refute the claims of the crew, Connelly and the crew wrote corresponding personal logs about the journey. Subjects ranged from a damaging solar storm funneled through the system by Jupiter's gravity, to TES malfunctions and ultimately their failure to find any life on the moon. The logs mentioned the physical realities that could not be hidden; TES was destroyed and one of the landers was lost on the surface. The story ended with them retreating from a second solar storm that caused them to crash on the surface of Europa. After losing communications, they decided to return home before the storm finished them off. The entire story was incredibly detailed, fit the physical evidence and was corroborated by every single crew member. The written accounts would prove any verbal testimonies to be false.

Still unable to move, Connelly watched as the Surveyor was set on autopilot and programmed to make the jump back to Earth. Countdown, ten minutes Slowly, calmly, the crew all returned to their quarters, stripped nude and climbed into their impact chairs.

As the liquid metal of the chair oozed up over Connelly's eyes, the last thing she saw was a blue tinged view of her quarters.

Her vision turned from blue to black as she fell asleep.

Three months later, Connelly woke. A nightmare of constriction held her in place. Recalling the events that brought her to this point was difficult...almost impossible. She remembered Europa and the Europhids. She remembered their near death escape. Worst of all, she remembered her body being controlled by an outside force, while all she could do was watch.

But the darkness that consumed her was all enveloping, physically pressing on her on all sides. It reminded her of the time she spent within the wall of blue Europhids, how they had swallowed her whole and entered her mind. A pang of concern swept through her as she thought she might still be in the wall, that the last events she remembered were all an illusion created by the Europhids.

The pressure loosened around her. She had room to move, and instinctively pushed forward. A thickness slid off her body and she pulled herself from the viscous womb. The outer skin popped and Connelly slid out, falling on to a cold, hard surface. She opened her eyes, of her own volition, and took in her surroundings.

She was in her quarters still on board Surveyor. The last minutes of her time spent in orbit around Jupiter returned, fresh in her mind. The Europhids had erased all physical evidence that they or any life existed on Europa, and they'd used the crew to do it.

Rather than focus on past events, Connelly turned her thoughts to the future. A pulse of hope beat harder and harder inside her chest as she realized how desperately she missed Earth-the blue oceans, the golden deserts, the abundant life that only occasionally posed a threat to people.

Connelly climbed to her feet, shivering and dripping gel. Her body cried out for a warm shower, but she had to make sure her high hopes were justified. She found the remote control and pushed the single button that rendered the out wall clear. The skin of the wall turned milky white and slowly, steadily became as transparent as water. Glowing brightly below was Earth, hanging in space like a dazzling oasis.

They were home.

Connelly placed her hands on the clear wall. It shimmered under her touch. Tears filled her eyes for just a moment...until she realized she was standing stark naked in front of a very large window on a spacecraft that every space enthusiast with a telescope was probably watching like a horde of hawks. She covered herself and ducked back away from the window. Rather than return the wall to its opaque state, she headed into the bathroom and ran the shower.

Twenty minutes later Connelly was free of gel. She quickly toweled off and dressed in a blue jumpsuit. Somehow, being so close to Earth made the fabric feel softer and warm. She smiled at the comfort.

A familiar knock at the door drew her attention from the bathroom. "Come on in, Robert."

The door whooshed open and Robert stepped in, dressed in a tan jumpsuit. His hair was neat and his beard newly trimmed. He'd spent some extra time in the bathroom.

Probably trying to impress me, Connelly thought with a smile.

"How'd you know it was me?" Robert asked.

"You knocked on my door just like that before dinner back at Europa."

"I, ahh, I did?" Robert scratched his neat head of hair, messing it up. "I don't even remember dinner.... Must be a side effect of the impact chairs."

Connelly expected Robert to greet her with a hug, or a kiss if he was still feeling bold, but he strolled right past her and admired the view. She followed him to the window, feeling much more secure now that she was fully clothed. "Didn't happen on the way out," she said.

"Maybe they were effected by the solar storms," Robert said. "God, it's beautiful from up here."

"What did you say?"

Robert looked at her. "The Earth...it's beautiful."

"Not that."

"What? The solar storms? We're lucky they didn't strand us on that lifeless ice ball."

Connelly just stared into Robert's eyes. In that instant she knew that the rewrite of history the Europhids had performed on the collected data and logs had been duplicated in the crew's memories as well. The fact that her memories remained intact must be the gift-or curse-mentioned by the blue Europhids. It was an expression of trust that Connelly would never share the story with humanity.

"You okay?" Robert asked. "You look...stunned."

Connelly shook her head. "Just still shaking off the fog of sleeping for so long." She turned her eyes back to the bright blue orb spinning slowly in front of them. A sudden sadness struck her. Robert remembered nothing of their trip. He had no recollection of what they had survived together and the feelings they had unearthed. In fact, he hadn't commented on her now blue eyes, meaning the Europhids had altered his memory going back years. Her new, blue eyes were old hat. The emotional dread dissipated slightly when she came to the conclusion that the events they had experienced merely brought their feelings for each other out. It wasn't the impetus of their affection, just the release.

"Robert?" Connelly said, turning towards him.

"Yup?" Robert's voice was relaxed and jovial. He adjusted his glasses and looked into her eyes.

She kissed him hard on the lips.

After being released, Robert physically stammered backward. "What...ahh, what?"

"I've wanted to do that since our time on Orca One." Connelly took his hands.

"But...how..." Robert's breath escaped him and his shoulders fell slack. A smile crept onto his face. "I...me too."

It was Connelly's turn to smile. "I knew you did."

"But-"

"Robert," Connelly pulled him close so that their bodies were flush against each other and hugged him tight.

Wrapping her arms around Robert made her trip home complete. The crew had escaped with no permanent damage. No one remembered what had happened or what they had discovered. The human race would have no idea the Europhids existed and both species would be better off because of it.

As Connelly felt her muscles loosen within Robert's embrace, she thought about how she had grown, how her opinions had been so radically challenged and changed by their voyage. In all her years exploring for new life forms-in Earth's oceans, in Antarctica, and now on Europa, she always believed her quest for understanding and knowledge was the right course of action, the right thing to do. She had never considered whether the life she uncovered would want to be found. They had lifted the proverbial stone concealing the angry snake and it was only the mercy of the blue Europhids that saved them. But now she knew better...and would teach humanity to know better. After all, how would humans have reacted if the tides were turned, if it was the Europhids who came to Earth?

Robert broke from their embrace and said, "Have I ever told you how beautiful your blue eyes are?"

Connelly smiled. "Not once."

ABOUT THE AUTHOR.

JEREMY ROBINSON is the author of six previous thrillers including Pulse and Instinct, the first two books in his exciting Chess Team series. His novels have been translated into eight languages. He lives in New Hampshire with his wife and three children.

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Dear reader, Thank you so much for taking the time to read this special release of my only unpublished novel, BENEATH. If you're wondering why the book hasn't been published, the answer is simple. It's science fiction. Unfortunately, sci-fi doesn't sell as much as thrillers and my publisher feared that a sci-fi book would hurt sales figures and prompt booksellers to order less of my future books. The silver lining is that I now get to bring BENEATH to you on my own, for a very low price!