The past is the past
Day three on the move, and nothing had happened. Torn was busy trying to get a signal from their own time, and seemed to be in deep concentration. Janovah stared blankly at the celing, deep in thought...she knew something, a deadly secret. A secret, a terrible truth, the result of a tradegy, the effect of something terrible. She heard Torn's gruff mumblings and profanity as he screwed with the communication links. She lay upon her bunk, remembering the simple days, when her goal was to simply defeat evil. It just wasn't that simple anymore, nothing ever was. She heard the sound of cables being thrown down and footsteps coming towards her bunk. She felt one end sag slightly on the firm matress and she looked up to her husband. He said simply, "Why isn't Kat or Keira doing this shit?" He sighed as she sat up. She didn't make eye contact, just stared aimlessly. Torn said, "Is there something wrong?" She didn't respond. He said gently, "Are you happy?"
She shook her head. "It's...I can't.." she responded. "..I'm pregnant..." Torn shook his head and said, "What..did you say..?" She looked in his eyes finally, and said again, "I'm pregnant." They stared for a second, but they were interupted by the sound of a voice coming from the communication link. On the screen was a face, of the news anchor Janovah had woken up to every morning.
"Just minutes ago, our own studio was invaded by our robotic visitors," he said. Torn called everyone in to watch, and they all poured in and stared, dumbstruck and confused at the screen. "We have only a window of minutes to report this to you. Our royalty is missing, and our city is being bombed. Thousands have taken to the streets in panic. Indeed-" He was interupted with screams and explosions, seeming to come from nearby him. "God help us all." He said quickly. That was the last they saw, as the camera was splashed with blood and soon the signal was lost.
There was much silence for a long time.
"I failed them."
All eyes turned upon Janovah, who had spoken the three words. It had been barely a whisper, a whipser of pure understanding. Kat was the next to speak, her voice angry and frantic. "You should have told us in the first place..." Her voice grew to a normal tone, but still angry. "You should have told us when you first met Janovah. You should have warned her of what her father really was...We could have been prepared. You could have saved people-BUT YOU DIDN'T!"
There was more silence...Torn looked down, in shame and Dash, to the horror and shock to everyone, began to cry. She weeped, weeped quietly but it was heartbreaking to watch. Janovah simply sighed and said, "The past is the past."