Here and NowAuthor's Note: Wow, I'm changing
my regular pattern here! No slash, no romance at all actually. And the
fic isn't narrated by Rachel! Isn't it amazing what your mind can come
up with at 11 at night when you're trying to go to sleep? Anyway,
I do need to mention a spoiler warning here. There are a few spoilers in
here for 52. I don't think they're Earth shatteringly huge, but they're
moderate spoilers. And finally, thanks go out to Momo Claus for betaing
this for me. Hope you enjoy the fic! :-)
Here and Now
By: Forlay
I watched Rachel as she
sat against a tree near her cabin. It was late, the lights in the cabins
had all gone out long ago. The only ones in the Valley left awake were
the Hork-Bajir guards, Rachel and myself.
The sight of Rachel
disturbed me. It wasn't unusual for any of the Animorphs to keep unusual
hours. We all needed time to ourselves, and I felt guilty for intruding
on Rachel's time, but she had woken me.
She was crying.
I had seen humans cry
on many occasions, both in reality and on the television. I knew how other
humans behaved when one was crying. They often put their arms around eachother
and said comforting words until the tears abated. But I wasn't human, and
Rachel wasn't a typical human. Crying is considered a sign of weakness
in many human societies, and while Rachel is many things, weak isn't one
of them.
Rachel's crying was
quiet. The chances of her waking anyone else were slim, but I still looked
around, hoping someone else would step in. Tobias often boasted of his
superior hearing, perhaps the sound of Rachel leaving her cabin had woken
him also. But no, the Valley was peaceful, silent except for the crying
of one human girl.
Rachel? >
She jumped and I saw
her wipe at her eyes, trying vainly to hide what she'd been doing. "Ax?"
Yes, it is me.
> I stepped out of the shadows of the trees so she could see me.
"What are you doing
up?"
I could ask the
same of you. >
She laughed, without
any humor. "Yeah. What's up?"
I debated with myself
for a moment. Lie or tell the truth? I...couldn't sleep. I thought
I would take a walk until I felt sufficiently tired. >
Rachel nodded. "Good
idea."
Why are you awake?
>
"Oh, same problem.
Mom snores horribly, I don't know how anyone in this Valley can sleep at
all."
I'd observed this behavior
in humans on numerous occasions as well. When they are uncomfortable, they
lie. But I did not point this out to Rachel.
How...are you
feeling? >
She looked at me quizzically.
"About what?"
I shrugged. I
was merely making 'small talk', as I believe you humans call it. I was
asking in general only. >
"Well, in general,
I feel like shit."
Ah. Do you care
to...expand on that? >
Rachel laughed again.
"Who am I kidding? You saw me crying, didn't you, Ax?" She did not wait
for my response. "The truth is, Ax, I'm getting pretty scared. I don't
like what's happening in this war."
That is the nature
of war. No one ever likes it. >
"That's not true, and
you know it. Everyone knows it. You saw how I reacted at the National
Guard outpost. I was ready to...I almost killed that guy. You don't
do that if you're entirely sane." She waited for me to respond, but I didn't
know what to say, so she continued. "Are there people like me on your world,
Ax?"
Yes. >
"What do you do with
them?"
I looked down and kicked
at the ground with a hoof. If a warrior becomes...too caught up in
the fighting, if he forgets that his purpose is to serve the people with
honor, he is exiled. He is put in seclusion, never to fight again. >
"The loony bin?"
I -I suppose that
could be an appropriate parallel. >
Rachel nodded sadly.
"I sometimes wish that was an option for me. Send me to some place with
nice, soft padded walls. I wouldn't be able to hurt anybody there." She
looked at me. "You agree with me, don't you? You think I should be exiled."
I sighed. The
thought had crossed my mind, yes. >
"Well, I made the motion,
you seconded it. I should start packing my stuff right now. Find some place
where the Yeerks won't find me, and let you and the others fight them without
me being a constant liability."
I think that may
be a little extreme, Rachel. >
"Yeah? Why?"
We have a limited
number of Animorphs as it is, we need every warrior we can get. And while
I find your actions questionable sometimes, I recognize how important you
are to our cause. >
"What do you mean?"
You provide both
motivation and relief for the others. Your bravery, or recklessness, inspires
us all. If you can be motivated, all of us can. >
"And relief?"
You provide that...in
many ways. >
"Meaning I relieve
the others of the dirty jobs?" she asked ruefully.
I wasn't sure what
to say for a moment. Should I agree or disagree with her assessment? It
was true in a way, yet it seemed a rather harsh judgment on herself. So
I chose to ignore her comment. Relief in the means of tension. To
use a human colloquialism I have picked up, the tension in the group is
often thick enough to be cut with a knife. Yet you're always there with
a brave word or a cutting barb for Marco. So we can all laugh and go into
battle, minds focused only on the task at hand. >
"I'd never thought
of that before."
So yes, there
have been times when I have questioned your motives, wondered if you truly
belonged in this group, or if I should tell Prince Jake you were unfit
for missions. But in the long run, the positive things you bring to the
Animorphs outweigh the negatives. >
I couldn't be sure,
but I thought I saw tears in Rachel's eyes again. Yet she was smiling.
"That's most likely the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me." Then one
tear ran down her cheek.
What's wrong?
>
Rachel shook her head,
but couldn't say anything. She stepped forward and put her arms around
my shoulders and began crying freely. I was stunned for a moment, Andalites
don't touch eachother often, but I remembered from my soap operas that
this was when I should put my arms around her.
"I can't be brave all
the time, Ax," she sobbed. "Yet no one seems to understand that.
They become scared if I show genuine emotion, so I have to keep it inside.
But when I keep it inside for too long, that's when I snap and...and try
to kill innocent people."
Surely Cassie
or Tobias understands. >
"Right. After I nearly
punched Cassie? No one's going to trust me to do anything for a long time."
You are too valuable
a person to loose, Rachel. The others will trust you. They understand you
have been under a lot of stress lately. We all have. >
Rachel shook her head.
"I think I've done too much damage."
I thought carefully
about what to say next. Rachel, I know we haven't been what one would
call friends in the past, but I would be honored if perhaps we could change
that. Perhaps we will never be friends, but maybe we could be...there is
no appropriate word for it in English. In mine it would be theron.
>
"Theron?"
Somewhere between
acquaintance and friend. In the military, warriors hesitate to make long
lasting relationships due to the likely possibility of one dying in battle,
therefore leaving the other grief stricken and unable to attend to his
duties properly. These same warriors realize, however, that one can't remain
alone, separated from those he must work closely with forever, so warriors
become
therons. Therons don't delve deep into the past, only
enough to know the basics about eachother, or the future, as knowing another
person's hopes and dreams ties you forever to those dreams and the dreamer
forever, but they instead talk about the present. Triumphs and losses in
battle, general concerns, even gossip. Nothing deep, but enough to maintain
a sense of belonging, of being connected to the other warriors. >
"Therons. I
like the sound of that." She pulled away from me and wiped her eyes with
her hand. "I'd be honored to be your theron, Ax."
I smiled. As would
I. >
Rachel stifled a yawn.
"I think I'd better be going back inside. It's late."
Yes. Approximately
2:37 in the morning. Your time, of course. >
Instead of rebuking
me, Rachel only shook her head and smiled. Quickly, she leaned forward
and gave me a kiss on my cheek. "You're a life saver Ax, really. I never
thought I'd be saying this, but thanks for the help. You're a valuable
member of the team too, y'know."
Thank you. >
"Good night, Ax."
Good night, theron.
>
She smiled and nodded,
then went into her cabin.
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