A/N: I just realized that I completely forgot a disclaimer and to say hey to everyone out there reading in the first chapter of this so ...don't own nothing, and....hey everyone. Oh and on my enterprise fic, trickery, must say a big huge THANK YOU to my beta reader
Hist_Astrea!! She'll be getting this one soon to, I have no doubt. So read on my friends.
"Turn right at the end of the street there." Rigs said in to his ear again. Only it was sounding less and less like external noise and more and more like the way Harvey sounded when he talked.
"That's cause I'm not really talking John." Rigs said.
"What do you mean your not really talking?" John asked. He had stopped walking now.
"Well, I'm a Klink. When we find a partner, not that kind of partner, but like you, some one we give our lives to, we link with their mind. I have aligned my neural patterns with yours. This way I can understand what you say and vise versa. Otherwise our language is so simplistic that even with microbes most cant understand us."
"But those goons back there, they had to have understood you."
"We can form temporary links for simplistic conversations. they aren't really an alignment, just a tapping in to really. So they could understand the thoughts I was trying to convey."
"So what, we're linked for life now? I thought you just wanted a lift?"
"I told you not to help him John." Harvey said in his head.
"I told you my life was yours. If you want to drop me off, I'll understand, as my partner, its your decision to make really. But that wouldn't sever our link. I would still be partnered to you."
"So I would have one more faceless voice in my head no one else could see. wonderful." John was rubbing his face now.
"Or you could keep me with you. I can prove very useful. many find my race rare and valuable because of our abilities."
John sighed with his hand over his eyes.
"You really have little choice in the matter now John." Harvey said. John looked up to see him leaning against a nearby wall.
"He always has a choice." Rigs answered.
"Great, this is just great. Ok heres the deal. You will only speak when spoken too if we're out of visuals, or if you think you can help save my life. I have one disembodied voice in my head and that's already to many. For now you are with me, that could change. Just, I just cant make that kind of decision right now." He nodded his head purposefully once to show that his decision was made and final.
"Now which way?"
"Right at the end of this block." Rigs answered. He was now completely contented with his position. As a Klink he would have abided by any decision his Partner made, John had saved his life after all. But he was very glad that John had picked a solution the suited him.
The sign over the establishment read, Dafydd's Fuel Up and Get Out.
"Friendly." Crichton said as he stood outside.
"Its really not as bad as it sound, and it's the only place for fuel this side of City Center." Rigs said in his head.
"Once again you have left yourself with out a choice John, marvelous work."
"Oh shut up Harvey." John sighed, he had been doing that a lot lately. John turned and looked toward City Center. It was a good three miles to City Center, and he had walked enough today.
"The prices are good." Rigs said, trying to be helpful.
"Alright, lets see what they got." John said rubbing his hand through his hair once before straightening his shoulders and entering through the revolving door.
Inside his nose was assaulted with a hundred smells at the same time his ears were attached by fifty voices speaking at once and his eyes were blinded by smoke. He coughed and rubbed his eyes trying to clear his vision and regain the ability to breath. Neither goal was proving easy to achieve.
"You get used to it after awhile." Rigs said. John opened his eyes to find the little guy hanging from the front of his shirt and looking him right in the eye. It took all his self-control not to jump backwards at the proximity.
TO BE CONTINUED...
K, I'll write more soon, promise...
Hist_Astrea!! She'll be getting this one soon to, I have no doubt. So read on my friends.
"Turn right at the end of the street there." Rigs said in to his ear again. Only it was sounding less and less like external noise and more and more like the way Harvey sounded when he talked.
"That's cause I'm not really talking John." Rigs said.
"What do you mean your not really talking?" John asked. He had stopped walking now.
"Well, I'm a Klink. When we find a partner, not that kind of partner, but like you, some one we give our lives to, we link with their mind. I have aligned my neural patterns with yours. This way I can understand what you say and vise versa. Otherwise our language is so simplistic that even with microbes most cant understand us."
"But those goons back there, they had to have understood you."
"We can form temporary links for simplistic conversations. they aren't really an alignment, just a tapping in to really. So they could understand the thoughts I was trying to convey."
"So what, we're linked for life now? I thought you just wanted a lift?"
"I told you not to help him John." Harvey said in his head.
"I told you my life was yours. If you want to drop me off, I'll understand, as my partner, its your decision to make really. But that wouldn't sever our link. I would still be partnered to you."
"So I would have one more faceless voice in my head no one else could see. wonderful." John was rubbing his face now.
"Or you could keep me with you. I can prove very useful. many find my race rare and valuable because of our abilities."
John sighed with his hand over his eyes.
"You really have little choice in the matter now John." Harvey said. John looked up to see him leaning against a nearby wall.
"He always has a choice." Rigs answered.
"Great, this is just great. Ok heres the deal. You will only speak when spoken too if we're out of visuals, or if you think you can help save my life. I have one disembodied voice in my head and that's already to many. For now you are with me, that could change. Just, I just cant make that kind of decision right now." He nodded his head purposefully once to show that his decision was made and final.
"Now which way?"
"Right at the end of this block." Rigs answered. He was now completely contented with his position. As a Klink he would have abided by any decision his Partner made, John had saved his life after all. But he was very glad that John had picked a solution the suited him.
The sign over the establishment read, Dafydd's Fuel Up and Get Out.
"Friendly." Crichton said as he stood outside.
"Its really not as bad as it sound, and it's the only place for fuel this side of City Center." Rigs said in his head.
"Once again you have left yourself with out a choice John, marvelous work."
"Oh shut up Harvey." John sighed, he had been doing that a lot lately. John turned and looked toward City Center. It was a good three miles to City Center, and he had walked enough today.
"The prices are good." Rigs said, trying to be helpful.
"Alright, lets see what they got." John said rubbing his hand through his hair once before straightening his shoulders and entering through the revolving door.
Inside his nose was assaulted with a hundred smells at the same time his ears were attached by fifty voices speaking at once and his eyes were blinded by smoke. He coughed and rubbed his eyes trying to clear his vision and regain the ability to breath. Neither goal was proving easy to achieve.
"You get used to it after awhile." Rigs said. John opened his eyes to find the little guy hanging from the front of his shirt and looking him right in the eye. It took all his self-control not to jump backwards at the proximity.
TO BE CONTINUED...
K, I'll write more soon, promise...