A/N - I know, I know, it has been ages since the last update but fortunately PM requests got my muses back in the groove for this story.
The Progeny
Chapter 10
Excerpt from Chapter 9
Do you see it," Olivia asks?
"Yes, I see it. The Wayward are coming?"
"Mellie and Gerry knew they were coming."
"Yes, I sense that too."
"This was part of the reason Gerry wanted you to bond with Mellie. I'm certain", Olivia says, her tone somewhat annoyed.
"I agree."
"The Wayward cannot be counted among the chosen."
"I understand. The streak of defiance and domination still runs deep within their veins. They must be confined or they will destroy the natural order of things."
"We cannot fail Fitz; too much is at stake."
The Wayward
Peace came to Hadar after millennia of long and hard fought battles. In the end, despite the four strongest factions or the so-called Federation of Unanimity, being able to subdue and convince the weaker factions and splinters groups that the way of peace was the only way to ensure the planet's survival, three of the more radical lesser factions refused to abide by the peace accord. The three called themselves the Defiant Ones, defenders of a self-determining Hadar. The Defiant Ones believed the notion of a united Hadar ludicrous and incongruous to the natural order of things where the strong rule. Peace at the cost of the independent right to dominate is not peace but global enslavement became their call to arms. Families split along peace and ascendancy lines. For many of the voiceless within the rebel factions, the prospect of more years of endless bloodshed was a future they were unwilling to suffer because of a few contemptuous hellions with a maniacal lust for power. With the exception of The Defiant Ones, every other Hadarian on the planet readily embraced the idea of peace no matter the cost. The Defiant Ones inability to grasp the reality of this new communion of consciousness proved to be their undoing. The morally challenged leaders of the insurgents overestimated the loyalties of the members of their loose coalition. They planned and launched an unprovoked attack against the Federation; relying on the element of surprise as the key to prevailing against the undeniably superior forces. However, unbeknownst to the bumptious ternion leadership, the Federation had been warned of the plot and was prepared. The Federation easily crushed the rebel incursion, leaving the Defiant Ones' military force in ruins. After the rout, the Defiant Ones were renamed the Wayward, classified war criminals, and exiled to a planet in a neighboring system. Insolent until the end, the leaders of the Wayward vowed one day to return to the home world as conquerors.
Although thousands of cycles have passed and the leaders of the rebellion silenced and buried long ago, the terms of the Wayward exile remains unchanged. The in perpetuity diktat forbids Wayward contact with Hadar except for non-technological trade and humanitarian relief. No more than ten Wayward traders are allowed on Hadar at any given time and that is only under armed escort. The Wayward remain an arrogant hostile people and because of their insatiable need to dominate and conquer, their numbers have never grown beyond the three hundred thousand or so originally banished. Births barely outpace deaths. It is sad reality, but essentially, the Wayward are psychologically, genetically, and technologically stunted and seemingly untroubled by the fact.
In spite of their societal retardation, in the eyes of many Wayward, the thought of coming to Hadar for humanitarian relief is tantamount to suffering a second vanquishment. However, knowing the fate of the Hadarian sun, the Wayward hierarchy realize without Hadarian aid their technological deficiency all but guarantees nothing less than total extinction if they do not exercise that option.
Initially, Hadarians with Wayward relatives thought the contact laws too restrictive but Federation leadership believed unrestricted access to the planet could lead to social contamination and plunge the nascent order back into the ways of chaos. Peace no matter the cost included severing dangerous familial ties.
The latest Wayward leaders, Ajay Nichols, Aric Beene and Armit Doyle have secretly made contact with their distant descendents in hopes of opening a dialogue on reconciliation. What the Wayward consider reconciliation is subversion by any other name. The Wayward believe the Exodus relocation plan as the perfect opportunity to infiltrate the ranks of Hadar and seize power before the ships reach the new world. Little did they know their sinister plot was already known.
Well That Changes Things
When Mellie enters the Turret, the lab is abuzz with the news of Fitz and Olivia's unexpected bonding. Unaware Fitz and Olivia had narrowly avoided skirting convention; she thinks the lively conversations are a continuation of the prior day's vow announcement.
Quinn rushes up to Mellie smiling from ear to ear. "Mellie isn't an amazingly untraditional act? I mean it is unheard of but so romantic", Quinn beams.
"I suppose so. No, I'm sorry. What are you talking about?" Mellie asks shaking her head somewhat confused.
"What else, Fitz and Olivia of course. The protocol archivist sent notice this morning. Doyen Grant and AB Pope bonded last eve. Have you ever heard of anyone speaking the vow and bonding all in the same day?"
"What", Mellie shrieks, much louder than she wanted to. Mellie is stupefied. She grasps her forehead with her hand and drops her head slightly as she stares at the floor. Quinn freezes in place, stunned by Mellie's reaction. Quinn glances around the lab to see who else may have witnessed Mellie's outburst. Several team members with surprised expressions stare at Mellie and Quinn, while whispering among themselves. Quinn starts to slowly back away from Mellie.
"I'm sorry Mellie I assumed you knew." Quinn points to the orbital satellite monitoring station. "Mellie, if you will excuse me, I need check on the satellite array. Last eve the array registered anomalous energy readings and drifted out of synchronous orbit. I need to track down the malfunction before there is another event. Again, I apologize for earlier, I really thought you knew". Quinn bows and heads over to the monitoring station.
Mellie does not hear Quinn or notice her hasty departure. When she comes out of her disbelief-induced stupor, Mellie is met with the curious spectating stares of the Exodus team members. Wishing to avoid awkward eye contact with Mellie, the members quickly disband, clumsily bumping into one another in the process as they move to resume their regular duties. Mellie, embarrassed by her visceral reaction to the bonding news and feeling completely humiliated, leaves the Turret without speaking to anyone.
Exiting the building, Mellie runs to her conveyance and hops in. Once inside and seated she sobs uncontrollably and repeatedly throws herself against the seat in frustration. She pounds her fists on the seat and screams, "no…no…how could he" at the top of her lungs. If not for the well timed query from the robot driver, Mellie's emotional meltdown would have continued until she dislocated a bone. With her tantrum over, she stops pounding the seat, wipes the tears from her eyes and responds to the automated driver.
"Destination Representative Doyle", the robot driver asks.
"Patriarch's domicile", she mutters through sniffles and hiccups.
"Estimated travel time 15 clicks. Activating safety restraints, temperature control and ambient lighting. Will there be anything else Representative?"
"No driver, please proceed."
"Engaging." The robot driver activates the magnetic propulsion system and the gold-tone three passenger coach lifts off the ground and whisks its' way to the Doyle ancestral home in hills above the city.
"Activate viscom", Mellie whispers.
"Viscom activated", the on-board computer responds.
"Contact father."
A somewhat pudgy gray-haired man holding a beverage in his hand appears on the viscom screen. "Yes, what is it? Oh Mellie dear, it's you. Why aren't you at the Turret? Is something wrong?"
Fighting back tears, Mellie recaps the morning news.
"Fitz and Olivia held their bonding ceremony last eve. I've lost him father; truly lost him".
"What?" Presdan Doyle roars. "Gerry agreed to this? Did Fitz tell you of his plans?" Presdan fumes.
"I was not privy to the details father. I went to his parents' home to congratulate them on Fitz speaking the vow to Olivia but Fitz was not pleased with my presence. Sabean ushered me out shortly after I arrived. She said the Popes were on their way over and the families needed to discuss plans for the bonding ceremony. I don't think she or Gerry expected Fitz and Olivia to forgo tradition and choose to bond immediately."
"You mean to tell me Fitz spoke the vow and bonded with that woman all in the same day? That is unheard of! How could Gerry let this happen? I thought you both felt Fitz was merely going through some self-reflection phase related to his affliction." Mellie remains silent. She never told her family the real nature of her relationship with Fitz. Mellie always believed Gerry and Sabean would successfully pressure Fitz into speaking the vow to her given Gerry's arrangement with her father. "Mellie that is what you told me. Exactly what happened between you and Fitz?"
"Fitz is strong-willed and not easily swayed".
"Dear one, why would he need to be swayed? I thought you and he had an understanding."
"Father I will be there shortly. We can talk about this when I get there. See you soon. End transmission". Mellie ends the conversation with her father before he has a chance to ask more questions she does not want to answer.
Gerry, Sabean, Eli and Maya wake the next morning with no memory of the prior night events. In place of recollections of flashing lights, thunderous shaking and rumbling, whirling winds and the mysterious disappearance of their offspring, their minds recall a simple bonding ceremony and a short celebration before sending the happy couple off to Fitz's Bresdan Mountain retreat.
Gerry and Sabean's home shows no evidence of a ruckus or alien encounter. Every knickknack, every dish and chair are exactly where they should be. The newly joined matriarchs and patriarchs are sitting down to enjoy morning meal at the Grants when the viscom signals an awaiting call. Gerry excuses himself to go answer the monitor in the other room.
Gerry touches the keypad and a red-faced gray-haired man appears on the screen.
"Patriarch Grant", the man says coldly.
"Presdan, I suspect by your demeanor and formal address this communication has to do with Fitz's bonding last eve."
"Your suspicion is correct Fitzgerald. I wish audience with you to discuss this unexpected change in plans. Can you meet me at midday in our usual location?'
"Gerry what's taking you so long", Sabean sings out. "Who's on the viscom? Morning meal is getting cold".
"Be right there", Gerry cheerfully responds to Sabean.
He turns back to the monitor. "Fine Presdan, I will meet you at midday. Are we done? I must attend to my family."
"Until midday then Fitzgerald and please give my regards to Sabean". Gerry nods in agreement and the screen goes black.
Gerry returns to the table slightly flustered. Sabean, noting his appearance, asks taking his hand, "who was on the viscom?"
"Presdan".
"Oh I see", she says passing him a plate.
"Mellie must have told him".
"How would she…?" An awkward quiet fills the room.
Eli speaks up, "the protocol archivist". Everyone looks at him suddenly remembering the registry.
"The archivist has to notify the Turret of the bonding, so that the Exodus team will not be worried when Fitz and Olivia do not show up as expected because of their days of consummation. It is standard practice".
"Was Patriarch Doyle aware Fitz and Olivia had spoken the vow?" Maya asks.
"The revealing of Fitz's choice of mate happened rather quickly and was a surprise. I think Mellie had hoped Fitz would change his mind even though there was never an understanding between them. I do not believe she communicated the true nature of their relationship to her father because she hoped for a different outcome", Sabean shares frankly.
"Well enough about Presdan and Mellie Doyle. Let's not put a damper on what should be a joyous occasion. Let us raise our glasses and affirm our children's bond." Gerry lifts his glass and the others follow suit in speaking words of affirmation.
The Powers That Be
Gazing out the wall length window unto the fading green valley below, Olivia lays nestled between Fitz's legs on the couch in the common room. Their fingers playfully lock and unlock as they bask in the afterglow of their extraordinary joining and discuss the new beings they have become.
"So far we've established we have the powers of telekinesis, teleportation, mind reading..."
"To a degree", Olivia clarifies.
"Yes, to a degree, super strength, speed, and discernment", Fitz catalogues, tightening his arms around Olivia.
"Yes, but I sense there are more abilities we have yet to discover. I believe those latent powers require us to interact with others in order for them to manifest."
"I agree. They are more than likely situational powers emerging for specific purposes."
"I noticed you left out the situational power I used at your parent's domicile when your desire for me became most evident." She teases reaching behind and taking firm grip of Fitz's crotch. "Granted it is quite an unusual gift but it is a power nonetheless." Fitz breath hitches and he grinds against Olivia's hand while Olivia continues massaging Fitz's manhood.
"Now Livvie, I believe we are of the mind that such a power is of no further use and should not be spoken of again". Fitz growls into Olivia's neck picking her up and carrying her to the rug by the fireplace. He sets her down and straddles her body. Olivia giggles, threading her fingers through Fitz's hair and pulling him down close to her eagerly awaiting lips. Their attraction to one another is insatiable. It seems the more they make love the more intense their orgasmic releases. Words like bliss, ecstasy, or rapture, are inadequate, never coming close to describing the thrill and the high they experience with every coupling. It is a new emotion that has never existed before and in the future will only be experienced by their Progeny.
Olivia grabs the hem of Fitz's shirt and begins to pull it off, only to be blocked by Fitz.
"Why are you stopping me?"
"It's time for midday meal", he winks.
"I fail to see your point doyen? Are we not about to feast upon one another", Olivia asks in a sultry seductive voice. "I think midday meal can wait don't you?"
"We need nourishment my beloved mate. Our powers require a great deal of energy. It is important we maintain a healthy mind-body balance".
"I suppose you are right". Olivia pushes away from Fitz pouting and crossing her arms. Fitz leans in grinning and gives her a toe-curling kiss.
"Sit my love, conserve your energy. You are going to need it. I plan to take you in ways I never imagined possible and I sense our new bodies can readily endure the rigors of the unremitting love we shall make until the end of our days of consummation".
"Beloved, your very own words prove my point. Our hunger is not satisfied with the mere ingestion of food, it is our touch"; she places his hand on her breast encouraging him to grope freely the weighty treasure. "It is our mouths"; she coyly teases laving his inviting lips and luscious mouth with her dexterous tongue. "It is the pleasure we arouse in each other", she reminds him, bringing his other hand to mingle with her warm flowing essence as her hand massages his hardening muscle.
Temporarily forgetting what he was about to do, Fitz instead inserts two fingers into Olivia's pulsating hub. Their heads jerk back in the exhilaration of intense desire and their bodies gleefully press together eager to satisfy their mutual craving. Fitz's finger pumps match Olivia's undulating hips thrust for thrust. Their tongues wrestle in between moans, pants and breathless "I love yous". Fitz ministrations loosen Olivia's tap drenching his hand with her mouthwatering brew. He removes his fingers to partake of her offering, savoring every delightful drop. He lays her down, lifts off her night covering and buries his head between open thighs. His methodic tongue unhinges her sending wave after wave of orgasmic tremors throughout her body. Olivia screams Fitz's name until her vocal cords are raw. Her body goes limp, sexual spent. Fitz rises and makes his way to her parted lips. He kisses her deeply sharing the taste of her cum with her. He kisses her cheek and whispers in her ear.
"Now, I will prepare the midday meal". Fitz smirks.
"What? Wait, what about…?" Olivia tries to asks, but Fitz quiets her with another toe-curling kiss.
"I'm fine. You have fed me a scrumptious stater". He says wiggling his eyebrows. "You can take of me after you have had your fill of my special stew and field green salad". He kisses her once more and nudges her nose with his own before going to the kitchen.
Looking out the window of the kitchen Fitz observes the wind blowing through the trees. He marvels at the power of an unseen force exerting affects in the physical realm. Lost in his thoughts he is unaware another power is emerging within him. He picks up a knife to cut up ingredients for a simple stew. He cuts up half the vegetables without really paying attention until the knife slips and cuts his finger. He drops the knife and reaches for a towel. He attempts to wrap the towel around his finger but he can't see his hand. Blood droplets trickle down to the sink from a point directly in front of him where his hand should be. He feels himself flipping his hands back and forth but he can't see them. He looks at his reflection in the window above the sink and all he sees is his lounge garment hanging in midair. Tugging at the garment he sees it move as expected but the force moving it is invisible. What is going on? Is Olivia playing a game? No, that's not it, I don't sense her. Then it hits him - I'm invisible! His concern vanishes in an instant and the edges of his mouth retract into a mischievous grin. He applies pressure to his finger to stop the bleeding and although he cannot see it, the cut is no longer there.
Olivia sits naked by the fireplace entranced by the flickering flames. The heat from the fire warms her body from the front and a second source of heat, sensual in origin, radiates behind her. Back so soon she thinks. She feels Fitz's smoldering flesh pressing against her stoking passion's embers throughout her body. His splayed hands move along the contours of her receptive body communicating love and desire. He wraps her torso in his arms as he bestows wet open-mouth kisses to her naked shoulders. He tenderly strokes her arms on the way to cupping her full rounds. His moist lips kiss a trail from the base of her neck to her jaw. She reclines into his chest as his tongue traces the edge of her ear and his teeth scrape the surfaces of her earlobe. Olivia is lost. She is lost in the arousal of Fitz's pleasure giving touch. Her hooded eyes close and her quivering body surrenders to his call for intimacy.
Fitz grips her mons and gently sweeps his middle finger across her cleft. She opens her legs wide inviting Fitz to explore her heated corridor. They lie back writhing in tandem, Olivia's eyes still closed. Fitz moves atop her and hovers above her hoping she will open her eyes. He plunges his tongue into her "o" moaning mouth devouring her like a ravenous beast. Every flick, every jab of his tongue is enlivens her. She responds with equal intensity, clutching and digging her nails into his back. Fitz strokes Olivia's cheek to coax her eyes open. Her hands restlessly rake his curly mane. Her eyelids flutter open expecting to gaze into her mate's hypnotic blue eyes only to find empty space. Immediately she questions whether she is dreaming. She tries to rise but she feels the weight of Fitz's unseen body pinning her down.
"Fitz", she whimpers and squirms.
Grinning, Fitz answers, "I guess an appropriate situation has arisen causing this interesting power to manifest".
"Interesting, indeed. And just how do plan to use this new ability?" Olivia queries lustfully. The idea of being sexed by an invisible force is turning her on.
Fitz lowers his head to kiss Olivia. He pecks her on the lips and growls into her neck before taking a bite and soothing the sting from the resultant indentation with his tongue.
"Watch me my love", he moans.
Fitz fondles and sucks at Olivia's breast. Olivia sees her breasts shift and roll as if they have a mind of their own. Her nipples stretch upward as if being pulled by an invisible string and harden from the feel of wet suction. Fitz begins to move down her body, revealing his destination through kisses, bites and licks. He sits on his knees, grabs Olivia's legs and wraps them around his waist. Olivia legs appear to hang in a circle just above the rug. He enters her swiftly and forcefully causing her to shriek. He plunges in and out of her relentlessly driving her to the brink. Olivia is in ecstasy. She fists the edge of the rug with one hand and covers her face with her other arm.
"Look", Fitz demands.
She can feel Fitz's sweat dripping on her stomach. Fitz hoists her up and tells her to wrap her arms around his neck, which she does. He continues to pound into her and she watches as her body bounces up and down in a seated position clutching unto nothing but air. Fitz stands up hugging Olivia tighter, thrusting deeper and deeper coveting the sublime euphoric feel of their sexual connection. Her body hangs in midair moving up and down in a steady rhythmic pattern. She weightless and looks as if she is riding an invisible pogo stick. Her voice rings out spouting the Hadarian equivalent of naughty expletives, which ignites madness in Fitz, pushing him to pound her into blissful oblivion.
Fitz gets a strange sensation in his member. A hair like tendril slithers out the top of his mushroom cap and attaches itself to Olivia's inner lining sending an energy charge to both their bodies. They both gasp for air at the connection. Fitz thrusts once more, his seed explodes within her sending them both into indescribable state of mind-blowing rapture. Their screams of ecstasy fill every room of the cabin. Olivia flails her hands about and shouts incoherent gibberish as her body is consumed by an orgasm so intense she fears she will combust. Fitz limbs are quaking and every part of his being, even his hair is quickening. The incredible high continues but he can feel his new penis-ette detaching from Olivia's wall and retracting into his penis. Olivia's languid body dangles aloft in Fitz's arms. Fitz's body rematerializes and he repositions Olivia so he can carry her in his arms. He sets her down on the couch and slides in next to her. They have no energy to speak. They simply gaze into each other's eyes, smile and drift off into a deep slumber.
Gerry Grant and Presdan Doyle, sit at a secluded table on the edge of Titian Lake. The small triangular shaped teal colored water lake use to be a place teem with aquatic life before the changes in the sun destroyed its delicate ecological stasis. These days it is little more than a breeding ground for insect life and amphibian species that few Hadarians visit. It is a perfect location to meet in private.
"How did you let this happen Gerry? Mellie is heartbroken", Presdan barks.
"Watch your tone with me Presdan, I am not your subordinate. Fitz surprised everyone with his choice of mate. It was not my decision to make it was Fitz's. Until three eves ago, I had no idea Fitz shared no affection for Mellie".
"What of our agreement? Does your word mean nothing?"
"My word is true and honorable. But Fitz is not a party to our agreement. Would his approval have made our task easier? Yes, he carries great influence with the council. You understood going into this the probability of Fitz concurring with the idea of reunification was remote at best."
"My relations want to open a dialogue on reconciliation and Mellie and Fitz were to be the emissaries of that dialogue. Fitz's hasty decision jeopardizes all of our plans Gerry. His bonding unites your household with the Popes. Academics Gerry! You know there is no middle ground with them when it comes to the Wayward. The Academics will vehemently oppose any overtures to or lessening of restrictions on the Wayward. Academics will never see the benefit of reunification. Every detail of past wars and the actions of the Wayward will be rehashed to the most insignificant detail. The idea of reconciliation will die before it even reaches the council."
"The Wayward need a ship. Why does reconciliation need to be a part of the negotiations? Humanitarian relief alone is a legitimate basis for acquiring a ship."
"After they get the ship Gerry where will they go? They have no scientists nor the technology to identify a habitable alternative planet. If they do not go with us they will surely perish."
"Is it true they mine a moon with an ore that can strengthen our shield density a thousand-fold?"
"Yes, our engineers have tested it and confirmed its impact and deflective properties."
"Can they mine enough for two thousand ships plus their own?"
"The council will want an inspection of the mining operation and safety assurances."
"Of course; however, ships from Hadar will be needed to help transport the ore."
"I will speak to …"
Before Gerry can finish his sentence, the planetary alarm system goes off.
Gerry and Presdan look to the sky, which is becoming dark and littered with falling debris from whatever the orbiting laser canons obliterated. Thousands of aerial safety drones race across the planet directing frightened masses to shelters. Mountain defense lasers come online, firing in rapid secession at large objects breaching the atmosphere. A boulder sized rock lands at the edge of the lake an arms-length from where Gerry and Presdan are sitting. They both jump to their feet covering their ears. The high-pitched blare of lasers firing and the concussive sound of exploding objects are deafening.
"Go seek shelter; we will talk at another time!" Gerry shouts as he runs to his conveyance.
Presdan runs to his conveyance and jumps in. "Destination", the robot driver asks. Presdan engages the manual driving controls and maneuvers the vehicle away from the lake. He's moments of away from clearing the park when a large boulder collides with his conveyance, pinning both he and it to the ground. He frees his right hand and actives his emergency locator beacon. The ground shakes from the impact of the bombardment of asteroid fragments hitting the ground.
"Activate viscom", he pants between coughing up blood.
"Visom activated."
"Contact daughter." Mellie appears on the static covered screen.
"Father is that you? Where are you? I can barely see you."
"Mellie, dear one I love you. Always remember that. You will have to negotiate the ore and ship alone.
"Father what are you saying? Where are you?" Mellie boosts the viscom signal and the screen clears up. "Father", she screams, covering her mouth, as she looks at his crumpled blood stained body. "Hold on father! Where are you?" Mellie yells in a panic.
Before he can respond, another fragment hits his conveyance crushing him death. Mellie sits staring at the black screen, tears streaming down her face.
Turret Command
Technicians, military commanders and Exodus leaders are rushing around the lab, shouting orders and reviewing incoming data.
"Report", Doyen Davis impatiently shouts.
Cyrus taking a deep breath details the latest known information. "A large asteroid passing within the gravitational pull of the sun collided with a smaller one altering the trajectory of the first. The asteroid is the size of a small moon. Satellite defenses have broken up most of the asteroid but the southern continent's orbital and mountain defenses for are down for maintenance. We are retasking the closest satellite laser canons to intercept the remaining piece of the asteroid. The asteroid fragments are entering the atmosphere as meteors. Many fragments are disintegrating in the upper atmosphere but a few larger meteors have already impacted populated areas.
"Are we dispatching interceptor class fighters?"
"No Doyen. The amount of debris entering the atmosphere precludes the use of the fighters."
"What will happen if the satellites fail to intercept the meteor headed to the southern continent?"
"The southern continent will be destroyed. Massive tidal waves, pressure waves and particulate matter will cloud the atmosphere for an undetermined period killing we estimate an additional third of Hadar".
"Get those mountain canons back online immediately", Doyen Davis yells.
"We are trying Doyen, the system is not initializing. The energy drain from firing all the planetary defenses and the signal interference from the asteroid fragments are compromising the initialization. There is nothing we can do to speed up the process".
"Warn the southern continent to brace for impact and mobilize all emergency service and rescue units", Edison orders soberly.
"Yes, Doyen".
Fitz and Olivia are showering and enjoying one another's body in the hygiene chamber when they sudden turn to face each other. Instinctively they raise their hands, press their palms together and connect their foreheads. Their eyes turn white, their heartbeat slows and their breathing becomes shallow. Locked in a trance-like state, they speak in unison, "we see as one, we think as one, we act as one.
Equipped with their new powers, they use their mind to turn on the southern mountain laser canons and teleport the closest orbiting satellite laser to a position above the southern hemisphere. Focusing on the large fragment, they use their telekinetic abilities to push the fragment higher into the atmosphere giving the laser canons time to come online and destroy the fragment and avert a disaster.
Feeling as though they both actually physically pushed the meteor, Olivia collapses against Fitz and both slide down the shower wall exhausted. They sit breathing in sync, their minds attune, holding one another letting the warm water cascade down on their naked bodies. No words are exchanged until they hear the all-clear sirens. Fitz lifts Olivia's head and kisses her softly on the lips. She pulls away to face him cross-legged.
"Our sun has collected enough stellar material to accrete the neighboring binary star"
"I agree. We must move up the evacuation schedule".
"Not all of the ships will be completed in time".
"I know".
"How many?"
"Maybe five or six million". He caresses her face to comfort her.
"We cannot leave behind six million people to die Fitz", she says with absolute resolve, squeezing his free hand for reassurance.
"I know. I do not perceive this forewarning as a fate impossible to overcome".
"We must find a solution Fitz."
"We will Livvie, we will".
Fitz helps Olivia stand and turns off the water.
"You don't have to say it Livvie. I know we have to cut our days of consummation short and return to the Turret".
"Yes, must begin the task of choosing the other Progenitors".
A/N - So what have learned so far?
Mellie still has not accepted the fact Fitz is not in love or even in like with her.
The Wayward have found an ally in Presdan and by extension Gerry.
The Wayward will never change and the names of the newest leaders prove that"
Ajay Nichols = Ajay means unconquered, Aric Beene = Aric means eternal ruler, and Armit Doyle = Armit means immortal; do they have egos or what? LOL
The Wayward need a new advocate since Presdan has suffered death by meteor. Ouch!
Poor Mellie she got a double dose of bad news. What do you think all this tragedy will do to her?
Fitz and Olivia can get kinky no matter the AU genre – sex with an invisible Fitz; well alrighty! Did you like that? And what is that thing coming out Fitz's winkie? Uhm, don't know it just popped into my head.
Thanks for hanging in on this story. It will be awhile before I update this story again. I have three other stories to update. Be on the lookout for TriOlitz, Desert Princess and The Scent of His Woman in the next few weeks.
Thank you for your patience. It takes a lot of creative energy and time to switch back and forth between genres (Saga, sci-fi, fantasy/supernatural). My goal with each update is to entertain and keep you interested. I hope I'm accomplishing that goal with the majority of you.
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