Janet made her way down the corridor. She had overheard most of Dylan and Tyr's conversation. She wanted to think. She rounded a corner an saw the Magog coming towards her. She froze. Rev Bem looked at her, saw her fear and said, "I sense your fear. I assure you I won't hurt you."
Janet shot him a look of distrust. "Are you alright Janet?", Rev asked.
"I'm fine. Why?"
"You look troubled and in need of guidance."
"Well you could guide me to Hangar 3 where my ship is."
"I'm afraid I cannot do that."
"Why not?"
"Trance is looking for you. She doesn't think you should be up yet. I couldn't let you go while you are in ill health."
"I'm OK. I wouldn't be walking around if I wasn't."
"I disagree. You seem to have a fear of staying in one place for long. You always have to be moving. Why is this so?"
Janet looked at the floor. "I suppose it's because every time I try to settle down and stay in one spot something happens that sends me running away again. With Coyote Pride it was the slaves and my killing Odius. On R44789 they found out I was a Nietzschean and tried to kill me because of what my people had done to them and on..." Janet trailed off.
"And here? Why do you have to run from here?"
Janet didn't reply, She continued to stare at the floor. "Sometimes the one thing we don't want to talk about is the one thing we need to talk about most of all.", Rev advised.
Janet didn't respond. She didn't want to pour her heart out to anyone, least of all a Magog. She wanted to leave before she did something stupid like telling Tyr about her past. She also didn't want to stay around because the feelings he stirred inside of her scared her and she didn't like being scared.
"I'd watch my back around him if I were you." The subject of Janet's thoughts said from behind her. Janet jumped but didn't turn around.
"You're not me." she replied.
Rev bowed his head to her. "Think about what I said Janet or if you don't wish to talk to me. Talk to the person who is causing you confusion." Rev turned and walked back down the way he came.
Janet stared after at him. He knew! She turned to Tyr a blush starting to creep into her cheeks. "Hi."Tyr crossed his arms over his chest. "You were eavesdropping."
"I didn't mean to I just.... overheard you talking about my pride and wanted to...." Janet sighed. She couldn't lie. "I have to talk to you. I'm not what you think I am."
"What are you? A Than?"
Janet smiled. "No. I'm going to be dead honest with you. I hadn't a clue what you were talking about when you started going on about Cougar Pride."
"I noticed that."
Janet looked at the ground and lowered her voice. Now came the hard part. She would say what she wanted to say, find her ship and then leave. "I...I didn't know what you were talking about because I was... raised by a human on Thraesea in a small village called Maceak."
Tyr's eye widened. He didn't believe it. Any human would kill a Nietzschean child without it's parents nearby. "Go on." he said.
"You said there was an attack or something. I suppose that makes sense. He found me in a crashed drone when I was a baby... and.... he took care of me. He didn't know I was a Nietzschean, hell I didn't know I was a Nietzschean, until my bone spurs grew out when I was nine. The whole village wanted me dead. They feared my parents would return and kill them all for keeping me there I suppose but he wouldn't let them."
"He didn't kill you?"
"Would you be able to kill a child you had been taking care of since it was a baby and had raised as your own?"
Tyr ignored the question. "And he didn't notice you were different from the other children?"
"Yeah of course he did. I was stronger, faster, I didn't mind the freezing cold winters and I learnt things quicker than the others but he didn't think anything of it. I knew I was different from everyone but I didn't think I was..", she waved her bone spurs in Tyr's face "this different."
She gazed at Tyr, waiting for his reaction. "Let me guess. You think I'm inferior to you."
Tyr didn't reply. He was lost in thought. Everything fitted together now. This was why she hadn't been interested in hearing his lineage. She didn't give a damn. She had been brought up with human ideals. He should be walking away saying she was of lower rank to him but he couldn't. He still felt that..that...something for her that he couldn't turn his back on. She waved a hand in front of his face "Hello? Tyr? Say something!Please?"
Tyr looked into her sky-blue eyes. "You're not inferior. You've survived on your own for I don't know how long. You had an entire pride after you yet you escaped them."
Janet shrugged. "Nothing big."
Tyr raised an eyebrow. "I beg to differ." He wrapped an arm around her shoulder. Janet leaned against him and they started walking down the corridor. "Well you know all this running, escaping, piloting and then head surgery has really made me hungry. Where do you people eat? Or do you eat at all?"
"There is some food in my quarters. I can cook you something."
"You can cook?"
Tyr nodded. "From my days as a mercenary."
Janet turned and kissed him. "Sounds good, as long as you don't try to kill me."
Tyr kissed her back. "I don't think so."
~The End~
Authors End Note: Thank you everyone who reviewed this. I really appreciate it. If you haven't reviewed this please do. Or if you have already reviewed it you can review again if you want. :-) I'm thinking about doing a sequel. Do you think I should or are you tired of this? Please tell me :-)
Janet shot him a look of distrust. "Are you alright Janet?", Rev asked.
"I'm fine. Why?"
"You look troubled and in need of guidance."
"Well you could guide me to Hangar 3 where my ship is."
"I'm afraid I cannot do that."
"Why not?"
"Trance is looking for you. She doesn't think you should be up yet. I couldn't let you go while you are in ill health."
"I'm OK. I wouldn't be walking around if I wasn't."
"I disagree. You seem to have a fear of staying in one place for long. You always have to be moving. Why is this so?"
Janet looked at the floor. "I suppose it's because every time I try to settle down and stay in one spot something happens that sends me running away again. With Coyote Pride it was the slaves and my killing Odius. On R44789 they found out I was a Nietzschean and tried to kill me because of what my people had done to them and on..." Janet trailed off.
"And here? Why do you have to run from here?"
Janet didn't reply, She continued to stare at the floor. "Sometimes the one thing we don't want to talk about is the one thing we need to talk about most of all.", Rev advised.
Janet didn't respond. She didn't want to pour her heart out to anyone, least of all a Magog. She wanted to leave before she did something stupid like telling Tyr about her past. She also didn't want to stay around because the feelings he stirred inside of her scared her and she didn't like being scared.
"I'd watch my back around him if I were you." The subject of Janet's thoughts said from behind her. Janet jumped but didn't turn around.
"You're not me." she replied.
Rev bowed his head to her. "Think about what I said Janet or if you don't wish to talk to me. Talk to the person who is causing you confusion." Rev turned and walked back down the way he came.
Janet stared after at him. He knew! She turned to Tyr a blush starting to creep into her cheeks. "Hi."Tyr crossed his arms over his chest. "You were eavesdropping."
"I didn't mean to I just.... overheard you talking about my pride and wanted to...." Janet sighed. She couldn't lie. "I have to talk to you. I'm not what you think I am."
"What are you? A Than?"
Janet smiled. "No. I'm going to be dead honest with you. I hadn't a clue what you were talking about when you started going on about Cougar Pride."
"I noticed that."
Janet looked at the ground and lowered her voice. Now came the hard part. She would say what she wanted to say, find her ship and then leave. "I...I didn't know what you were talking about because I was... raised by a human on Thraesea in a small village called Maceak."
Tyr's eye widened. He didn't believe it. Any human would kill a Nietzschean child without it's parents nearby. "Go on." he said.
"You said there was an attack or something. I suppose that makes sense. He found me in a crashed drone when I was a baby... and.... he took care of me. He didn't know I was a Nietzschean, hell I didn't know I was a Nietzschean, until my bone spurs grew out when I was nine. The whole village wanted me dead. They feared my parents would return and kill them all for keeping me there I suppose but he wouldn't let them."
"He didn't kill you?"
"Would you be able to kill a child you had been taking care of since it was a baby and had raised as your own?"
Tyr ignored the question. "And he didn't notice you were different from the other children?"
"Yeah of course he did. I was stronger, faster, I didn't mind the freezing cold winters and I learnt things quicker than the others but he didn't think anything of it. I knew I was different from everyone but I didn't think I was..", she waved her bone spurs in Tyr's face "this different."
She gazed at Tyr, waiting for his reaction. "Let me guess. You think I'm inferior to you."
Tyr didn't reply. He was lost in thought. Everything fitted together now. This was why she hadn't been interested in hearing his lineage. She didn't give a damn. She had been brought up with human ideals. He should be walking away saying she was of lower rank to him but he couldn't. He still felt that..that...something for her that he couldn't turn his back on. She waved a hand in front of his face "Hello? Tyr? Say something!Please?"
Tyr looked into her sky-blue eyes. "You're not inferior. You've survived on your own for I don't know how long. You had an entire pride after you yet you escaped them."
Janet shrugged. "Nothing big."
Tyr raised an eyebrow. "I beg to differ." He wrapped an arm around her shoulder. Janet leaned against him and they started walking down the corridor. "Well you know all this running, escaping, piloting and then head surgery has really made me hungry. Where do you people eat? Or do you eat at all?"
"There is some food in my quarters. I can cook you something."
"You can cook?"
Tyr nodded. "From my days as a mercenary."
Janet turned and kissed him. "Sounds good, as long as you don't try to kill me."
Tyr kissed her back. "I don't think so."
~The End~
Authors End Note: Thank you everyone who reviewed this. I really appreciate it. If you haven't reviewed this please do. Or if you have already reviewed it you can review again if you want. :-) I'm thinking about doing a sequel. Do you think I should or are you tired of this? Please tell me :-)
