Disclaimer: See chapter nine.
Author: How come only two people has been reviewing any of my stories?
Alex walked Meria to his house, setting her down on her bed. She had fallen asleep during the ChaKhan's debriefing. Thankfully, nobody noticed. He hesitated as he started to walk away from her bed, then walked over to her, and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Goodnight, my Love. I have a greatly important question for when you awaken." He said quietly, trying not to wake her from her obviously comfortable slumber. She looks so peaceful and happy. She's very beautiful, almost like a Sleeping Beauty kinda thing. Alex thought, looking at Meria's sleeping form.
He walked out, silently closing the door to allow her privacy. He went into the garage and started tinkering with a new weapon design. It was supposed to be much the same as Streak Short Ranged Missiles, only made entirely of energy. He thought that PPC energy might work, but was disappointed at the small amount of homing capabilities it actually had. He then tried to create a generator much like that of the PPPC, but that was very difficult to make in a Battlemech size. He gave up on that much quicker this night then any before.
I wonder if I really should ask Meria this question, is it really a good time? We are in the middle of a war after all. But after that last attack, I don't think that the Inner Sphere or any of the other Clans would dare to attack us until they can muster up far more forces, or until they can catch us away from Rethorec. It does seem like the right time to pop it, but is it really? We should have a long period of peace ahead of us. It seems like as long as we leave kids out of the picture, it is the perfect time. But how to do it? I'd love to pop it in a more romantic way, I know she'd like that, but how to do it? Alex thought. He remained at his workbench for the majority of the night, contemplating this very question over and over, until he finally got the answer he searched for so much.
Meria was the first to awaken the next morn, taking a short walk through the park on the surface of the planet. When she returned, she noticed that Alex was still asleep, and in a most uncomfortable position as well. She carried him into his room, gently placing him on his bed. She looked at his body, still in slumber. "Perhaps I should ask him? Was that the way it used to go on Terra before the days of the Star League? Or was it the guys who asked the girls? If it is, what if he never asks? What then? Oh!" she said softly as Alex turned onto his side, putting his hands under his head.
Meria walked out of the room, her mind still in upheaval as far as what to do about the question burning within her heart. She went over to her house, looking for Youkai. She found her, as well as Nethretor, emerging from the back, both very dirty. They looked like they had been rolling in dirt, then swimming in an underground stream. "Hey Youkai! You have records about how Terrans did things before the Star League days, right?" she yelled across the field.
"Yeah, why, what would you like to know?" Youkai asked, looking even more human then the last time Meria looked at her.
"Um, well, perhaps I could speak to you alone?" Meria replied, blushing slightly.
"I was just leaving anyway, gotta get the sand out before it gets any harder to move." Nethretor said as he walked out of the field.
"Youkai, how did the Terrans, well, pop the question?" Meria asked nervously.
"I believe the guys would wait until a particularly romantic moment, then they would get on one knee, and, well, ask. Why? Don't' tell me, you're thinking of asking Alex! This is great! The first actually willing wedding since the days of the Kerenskys! I'll make sure it's a great one Meria, both for you, and for Alex! Oh, Ale-"
"NO! You cannot tell him! Plus, you said it yourself, it is the guy who asks, not the girl. I will wait for him to ask, but you can make the plans for it if you want, just don't make any calls or anything. Thanks Youkai!" Meria interrupted, running off towards Alex's house.
She found him still asleep, only in a much different position. He had his head on his hands, much like how someone would sleep during Math class. She decided not to wake him up, but instead bring him into his room and put him on the bed, putting his tools away. She stood next to him for several minutes, thinking about what to do. She finally decided to make some breakfast, and walked out into the kitchen.