Summery: Tess' callous thoughts on
the Alex situation as she returns home
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I am
getting no money
A/N: These are Tess' thoughts; I am
considering making this a series. I
have one about Kyle's thoughts and one about Michael's ready. If you want to read them let me know.
It was a shame, but things happen
that way sometimes. But, no one seemed
to understand; we weren't home there.
It didn't matter what happened here, on this little planet, this wasn't
home. We needed to get home, and do
what needed to be done in order to get there.
But I was the only one who could see the big picture.
Let's get one thing straight, I didn't want to kill Alex; it was
an accident. He had something we needed
and I was the only one to see it. The book
was there, it was our way home, and we just needed the tool to read it. But Max
and the others were ignoring what was right in front of them. A mind warp would
make Alex use his computer skills to decode the book. The tool was there, the answer and the way home was there, right
in front of us; but they were just ignoring it because of this misplaced
respect for life on Earth; their lives, and the lives of these people. It's not that I don't like the humans, I do. The Valenti's welcomed me into their family,
and it was great. However, Nasato
taught me that this life was temporary; the goal always was to return home.
They don't understand how hard a
mind warp is, to make it perfect the person can never remember what
happened. The first warp was huge; Alex
thought he was another person, Roy, for two months. I erased Alex Whitman
completely, well at least buried him so deep in Alex's mind that he was as good
as erased. I admit Roy was a little conspicuous, but I had never done anything
that big. The human mind is very
complex; erasing everything about a person is bound to damage it a little. I probably should have created Roy better,
given him more in his mind than a mission and Alex's partialness for Thai food. But Roy was a good worker; he decoded the
book even faster than I thought he would.
Then I had to warp him again, just
2 months latter, to bring back Alex and make him think he had been in
Sweden. I made a great memory for him,
and even backed it up with pictures, documents and months of memories. He never should have remembered what really
happened. Two major rehauls weakened
his fragile human mind. But I really thought he would recover, everything
seemed fine when he got back from "Sweden". Alex was just like he always had
been, well a little more confident and a little less shy, but no one suspected
anything. I thought he was Ok, that the situation was over. I started the next part of my plan, getting
Max. Everything was how it was supposed to be.
The end happened too fast though;
he had come over ranting, crazy because he had learned the truth. The warps had cracked and he was remembering
what I had done. I couldn't let him
tell everyone, but his mind was so very weak by now. I tried to warp him again, but his mind just couldn't take it. He
died right there on the floor of Kyle's bedroom. But I couldn't let anyone know
what had happened, I warped Kyle to help get rid of the body. I made him think
he was just helping me pack for a trip.
He gabbed Alex by the shirt, hauled the skinnier boy over his shoulder
like a bag and carried him out to the car.
I know you may now be thinking I am
heartless, but I'm not, I'm practical. I didn't want Alex to die It was an
accident. But he was dead and I couldn't bring him back. His mind was just to damaged, weakened from
all the restructuring I had done.
Then I warped Kyle again and he just thought he had been watching
wrestling. He didn't even remember me leaving. I drove Alex's body to the
highway. I'm glad Alex had automatic
transmission because I can't drive a stick. Then I got out, pulled Alex into
the driver's seat, buckled him in so he would stay in the seat and when I saw
the truck coming sent the car flying into it.
I thought that was finally the end of it.
Things were really going well again
for a while after that though. I still
needed the information Alex had gotten, but I knew where it was. Then I got Max
where I wanted him, we were back together, just like it should be. But my warps weren't as good as they had
been in the past; they started breaking down like Alex's. Kyle remembered Alex being in his room and I
had to warp him yet again. My warps were breaking down left and right and there
was the side effect of the restless drumming fingers. It didn't take long for it all to fall apart. We were almost home; we were leaving. Then Michael ruined it, as Max said, "of all
people". He didn't want to leave; he
wanted to stay on this dinky rock with his little girlfriend, pathetic. But that let the humans in, and the story
came out.
Now I am on
my way home, alone. They all hate me
now. They know what I cared about and
that I was going to betray them. I
didn't really like that part; betraying Isabelle and Michael, and most of all
Max. I loved Max once, but the
agreement was made 40 years ago. I was
going to live, and my son was going to lead our planet.
