A/N- Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I know I haven't been too faithful in updating, but here goes part three.
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The ride home was bumpy, and Jess continued to look back over her shoulder to see how the baby was doing. She realized that she couldn't keep calling him 'the baby' or 'the alien'. She had to think of a name, but what kind of name do you give to an alien child?
The van pulled up to the cabin and stopped. Mark looked over at Jess and asked, "Are you sure about this?" Jess nodded, and opened the van door to let the baby out. She took his hand again and led him without thinking to the room they had prepared for their own child- the one that was empty and unused.
The child wandered around in the strange new room picking up objects and then dropping them for new ones. He suddenly seemed to be very tired, and wobbled toward Jess again. He fell asleep in her lap on the floor.
Jess looked at the short, hard-covered books they had bought for the baby's arrival, thinking he would like reading as much as they did. One of the titles caught her eye- Tarzan. A smile played on her lips as she thought about the similarities between her life and the book. And then she knew what name to give the new baby- Zantar.
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Zantar slept soundly throughout the night. When Jess had to get up and go to bed herself, she thought to bring the beanbag inside and laid him on it. He didn't wake up during the night, but in the morning Jess awoke to tiny hands tugging on her own, and a wheezing sound.
Jess wasn't sure what was wrong until she realized that Zantar hadn't eaten since yesterday evening. Come to think of it, what did his race eat? Did they even eat? Zantar didn't appear to have a mouth anywhere. And what if the food on earth was poisonous to him? A bundle of worries dropped on her heart.
And there was still the baby, tugging on her hand, begging to be fed. "Okay, okay, I'm up," Jess said, trying to sound normal although she was churning inside. She led Zantar to the kitchen and opened up the fridge, trying to think of what to feed the baby. She took out some applesauce and put it in a bowl for him, but Zantar made no attempt to eat it. He just looked at it with his four eyes and wheezed louder.
After about half an hour of trying to feed the baby, Jess had almost given up on finding something for him to eat. She was almost crying herself now. Her own child had died, and now it seemed that she had rescued this baby only to watch him starve. She led him outside, hoping that maybe she would find the solution out there. And it seemed she was right. As Zantar walked over the lawn, he stopped wheezing and swished his tail. He seemed to grow more and more satisfied by walking on the grass, until Jess realized that he must have been eating. Probably he was eating through his hooves, although that seemed impossible. Then he walked over to a bucket of rainwater and stuck a foot in it. Jess wept with relief; the biggest barrier, it seemed, had been crossed. She now knew what Zantar ate and how he managed it. But what other problems like this would occur in the future?
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A/N- Okay, so I guess I'm not the most creative with names. The more observant of you might notice that the name Zantar is just the two syllables of Tarzan switched around. This was the only thing I came up with while I was writing it, and it stuck. Just as a disclaimer sort of thing though- no I don't own the title You'll be in My Heart- this was one of the songs from Tarzan, which gave me the idea for the fic. So I'm really uncreative, and you'll just have to live with it. Now go review.