February 23, 2000
CSM's Apartment
CSM is typing at his old desk. With a sigh half frustration and half anger he shoved the old typewriter simultaneous pushing himself away form the desk. He raised his eyes fastening them on and then reaching for the brightly wrapped package siting innocently on his desk. As his mind drifted back to the day the present memorialize.
February 22, 1964 10:56 PM
The ringing phone pulled him from the sleep he was finding harder and harder to get. He clumsily groped for the phone on the nightshade. His hand falling on the phone finally, he lifted it to his ear.
"Hello?"
"She's in labor, and will be here shortly. Meet me in room 1013." The person on the other end stated and hung up.
In the time since the decision had been made to combine his DNA with the draftee's he had befriended the scientist posing as her doctor. Through the gift of season tickets to his favorite team he had arranged to be notified when the draftee went into labor.
Now all he had to do was catch a flight to San Diego and get to the hospital. The Elders may have decided he would not be allowed to raise his child, but he would at least get a good look at it.
He had purchased a ticket on a red-eye and raced to be the last one to board just before take off. He arrived at the hospital and made his way to the nursery and the meet with his friend.
Down the white tiled hall from the nursery he found room 1013. He opened the door and stepped inside closing the door behind him. His friend was already there absorbed in an examination of a new born infant while filling out a chart.
"Hi, Johnny." He called softly.
"Congratulations, Charlie. Its a girl." responded Johnny turning to hand the infant to a grinning Charlie Spender.
"What's her name?" asked Spender softly as if he was afraid this information would be denied to him.
"Dana" answered Johnny with the understanding only another father could have.
For as CGB Spender looked into the blue eyes of his newborn daughter that was what he swore that he would be. He would not be there when she spoke her first words, or to help with her school work, but he would ensure every opportunity was given to the blue-eyed, red-haired girl.
He realized Johnny was saying something to him.
"I'm sorry." CSM stated chagrined. Johnny simply grinned and repeated himself.
"She's a success. Perfect, It'll be a few years before we'll be able to discern who she'll make the best match with though."
"I see"
"Sorry Charlie, I have to take her back to her mother now."
Wordlessly CSM handed his daughter over to Johnny. Unsure if or when he would ever see her again. He watched silently as Johnny and Dana left the room.
His thoughts snapped back to the present. It was long overdue, as far as he was concerned, time for Dana to join Phase Two. And time for her to receive his birthday present to her.
CSM is typing at his old desk. With a sigh half frustration and half anger he shoved the old typewriter simultaneous pushing himself away form the desk. He raised his eyes fastening them on and then reaching for the brightly wrapped package siting innocently on his desk. As his mind drifted back to the day the present memorialize.
February 22, 1964 10:56 PM
The ringing phone pulled him from the sleep he was finding harder and harder to get. He clumsily groped for the phone on the nightshade. His hand falling on the phone finally, he lifted it to his ear.
"Hello?"
"She's in labor, and will be here shortly. Meet me in room 1013." The person on the other end stated and hung up.
In the time since the decision had been made to combine his DNA with the draftee's he had befriended the scientist posing as her doctor. Through the gift of season tickets to his favorite team he had arranged to be notified when the draftee went into labor.
Now all he had to do was catch a flight to San Diego and get to the hospital. The Elders may have decided he would not be allowed to raise his child, but he would at least get a good look at it.
He had purchased a ticket on a red-eye and raced to be the last one to board just before take off. He arrived at the hospital and made his way to the nursery and the meet with his friend.
Down the white tiled hall from the nursery he found room 1013. He opened the door and stepped inside closing the door behind him. His friend was already there absorbed in an examination of a new born infant while filling out a chart.
"Hi, Johnny." He called softly.
"Congratulations, Charlie. Its a girl." responded Johnny turning to hand the infant to a grinning Charlie Spender.
"What's her name?" asked Spender softly as if he was afraid this information would be denied to him.
"Dana" answered Johnny with the understanding only another father could have.
For as CGB Spender looked into the blue eyes of his newborn daughter that was what he swore that he would be. He would not be there when she spoke her first words, or to help with her school work, but he would ensure every opportunity was given to the blue-eyed, red-haired girl.
He realized Johnny was saying something to him.
"I'm sorry." CSM stated chagrined. Johnny simply grinned and repeated himself.
"She's a success. Perfect, It'll be a few years before we'll be able to discern who she'll make the best match with though."
"I see"
"Sorry Charlie, I have to take her back to her mother now."
Wordlessly CSM handed his daughter over to Johnny. Unsure if or when he would ever see her again. He watched silently as Johnny and Dana left the room.
His thoughts snapped back to the present. It was long overdue, as far as he was concerned, time for Dana to join Phase Two. And time for her to receive his birthday present to her.