From the Ashes
By Oonagh
Disclaimer: I do not own Earth 2 or any of the characters associated with the show and I will make no profit from this story, I'm merely writing for fun.
Author's Note: This story – the first I've ever written – takes place immediately following All About Eve and the onset of Devon's mystery ailment. The first chapter is very short but the others will be longer. Please read and review, I'd like to know what you think.
Its been seven days since I took over leadership of this group and since I gained guardianship of a heartbroken nine-year-old boy. I don't really know what to do about either of those situations but promises are important – the more so since we arrived here and have no one to rely on but one another, a small group of not-quite-strangers. But promises don't equip us to deal with tragedy or to fill a position we were never born to hold. For seven days we stayed here, searching for answers, for clues, for a cure. But today we leave. We can do no more here and so I keep my promise and what remains of the group moves on, together. I just hope I can live up to the faith Devon put in me. I hope I haven't already let her down.
Ulysses Adair fingered the red ribbons that hung from the marker he had placed on the cryo-chamber that held his mother. He wasn't sure what had prompted him to leave his homemade Terrian staff there but Uly was becoming used to knowing he was supposed to do things without understanding why. And leaving the staff there made him feel better. A little. He knew that the adults were afraid of the Terrians but he wasn't. They had saved his life- bad people wouldn't do that. But they hadn't helped his mother and that made him angry. He had tried and tried to talk to the Terrians but there had been no answer. And now they were leaving, moving on without his mum. Mr. Danziger said that Dr. Julia could not help his mother here. That she needed more medicine, different medicine. Dr. Julia said that Dr. Vasquez would be able to help when he got here. Uly knew she was trying to make him feel better but it hadn't worked. It was two years before the colony ship would come. Two years without his mother. He would be eleven by then. And, deep in his heart, he was afraid that Dr. Vasquez would not be able to do anything. After all he had never managed to cure the Syndrome and he'd worked on it for years. Uly lifted his hand from the red ribbons and stroked his mother's face through the glass, tears streaming from his eyes.
'Good-bye, Mum. I love you.'