Future Plans

The young woman moved about without a care in the galaxy. She was treading barefoot across a shallow flowing water source, enjoying the texture of the solid pebbles and small round rocks that lay on the base. The sight made the beating organ on the other life form actually skip a beat. Good thing that she had a strong heart as well.

"Samara, come join me!" It was a civil request, but the warrior was afraid of the implications. "Come on, it's warm and cool, quite puzzling."

That was intriguing. Usually a bad omen, but then again, the blonde's sense of touch was a tad bit wrong; wacky was a better word, perhaps? Taking care to not approach further than the shore, she was cautions not to get caught by a splash unaware. Once there, she felt the water out, and found it quite cool. All was well, except for the warm presence over her; Hannah was certainly stealthy when she wanted.

"Is that actually a good idea?" The young life form knew what tended to happen when she was being so near the extraterrestrial being. "I thought you had learned by now —"

She began rising slowly to full height, just for her breath to be taken away. Standing right before her, as if the sun were behind her, stood the young human, the markings on her face giving her a hint of mystery, a lustrous quality to her golden mane . . . Samara was paralyzed, only capable of taking a step forward, dipping her cobalt right foot in, intrigued by the now freezing source. The soldier seemed to exhale for them both as she moved even closer, placing her soft hand on her companion's cheek.

"The fact that I'm seven months along shouldn't mean much," once she had begun her third and final trimester, her insanity had lessened; she didn't speak aloud or to herself anymore, enjoying her time meditating along the justicar, who had sorely missed her routine. "I didn't make the suggestion lightly . . . ."

Now Samara was the one with her nerves exposed to a thrilling flare firing inside her. She felt that the markings on the face had remained due to the asari side of the pregnancy, but at moments like those, she considered that, perhaps, they were there to taunt her. Since they were out in the open, as to not attract attention, she would have to keep the loud creature's mouth busy. Not that she was any more silent, but then again, kissing would solve both problems.

"I ought to have more control," she reprimanded herself; great, now she was the one speaking out loud. Perhaps insanity was actually contagious. "Maybe I should join her doing katas . . . ."

No, it would only end the same way. She had always been a patient creature, as she had to be while chasing her elusive charge. They had a wall which separated them, but the barrier held them well apart. The justicar's hearing was tested, and she was glad to hear the natural breathing pattern. They had already chosen not only the names, but the places where the child would live.

If born a boy, he had a home with a cousin from her mother's side; there was a complex family problem that had led to a rupture between them. A reason as to why the cousin, who had been willing to take the boy, was mainly due to the bonding they had; both had been pusher towards ends without even a choice, whigh led to problems with their parents. They considered the other a sibling. While she had met Samara, and that prompted her to show her parents up, he had decided to drop everything and just move back to earth. He wanted, or rather, needed some stability, and felt that a colony wouldn't serve his purpose. Another thing they had in common was that they had taken a different last name; it wasn't the same though, which would be good for the boy. Hannah could have an aunt-nephew relation with the boy.

If born a girl, she would be taken to a small, farming colony, Mindoir, and left with a family of shepherds; they had been the only ones willing to take on the girl since they wanted a daughter but only had sons, and the woman wasn't able to conceive anymore. It was funny that their last name was Shepard, but understandable as well. They asked Hannah to be the girl's god-mother, and while the name Shawn had been accepted by the boy's father, the family had been too grateful, enough to allow Shane to keep hers. It was commonly a boys' name it would seem, but they felt it would make the boys treat her as one of their own; they themselves had said it would be . . . cool, to have a sister named Shane.

Although it had taken a lot of coaxing to arrange all of that, since it was obvious to Hannah that they would have to disappoint one of the parties, Samara felt that it was a risk they had to take. While the brother-cousin hadn't found a mate, he was eager to have a child to teach. Perhaps it was overcompensation, but the man was sure to spoil the kid as if he were his own; another reason why he would only take on a boy, and not a girl. Of course, the justicar had her own reasons for pushing towards such results, and after a while, the human stopped pestering about it. It had been shortly after she began the katas and meditations. The cobalt creature focused back on her mate, and found her breathing hard. She went to the next room, found the young woman tired, and simply picked her up.

"You're overdoing it."

"I am so not overdoing it," the blonde complained, "I'm just short of breath."

"And with another bathroom trip," the sky-colored eyes looked down, blushing in shame, "it is normal, it should be this frequently."

"What isn't frequent is a woman getting this big!" There was the groan and the cobalt creature expected the mild complains to repeat themselves; they didn't come, just a random comment that the older life form hadn't heard, "I should have been bigger when it was the fifth month, as well as the seventh. The spud just had to sprout . . . ."

"I thought you had stopped speaking with yourself . . . ." It was clear that the creature in her arms knew what was going on; the sigh heaved was sign enough.

"Sometimes, I have lapses; usually while meditating," the eyes turned to the carrying female, "usually, when you're not around." It would seem that the asari wasn't the only one suffering from some kind of sexual arousal while the other was around . . . interesting bit of information.

"Has it been speaking to you?" There was no way of being subtle about the subject; the soft-blue eyes widen, the answer was yes.

"You only told me about the melding," the caramel creature realized, "never about the pregnancy; not even your memories included those."

"There are some subtleties to the pregnancy that are unique to our race," the seriousness in those electric eyes was overwhelming.

"It cannot be explained," and she was proving the reasons why the warrior loved spending time with her, she was bright, "it can only be experienced."

"The child won't remember the . . . conversations." There were also memories shared, mostly mother to daughter, which was the reason why the kid never remembered. "Considering our lifespan, there is plenty to learn."

"It's designed to just catch a glimpse, right?" The young woman was extremely bright, "as to the amount of will, the likelihood of character, a taste of their . . . steel . . . ."

Definitely an asset to her race; not even the asari had been capable of describing it so cleanly, never truly finding the proper words. They continued the small talk in the bedroom, while the foot rub was being given. It was mostly about the girl, mainly due to the fact that there were no male asaris, but by then the human most likely knew the truth. She was having twins. The girl would likely end up looking a bit like Samara, but that mostly depended on the mapping done. Too bad she wouldn't be able to see the child's growth.

"I can send you vids," really, they should stop the mind reading.

"I admit I would like that," they stared at each other, "I'm not sure that's right."

"You are part of her, it's logical for you to be involved, if only to a certain degree," it was a shy question, she looked too coy . . . "I understand the reasons as to why not; it doesn't mean that we should follow it."

"I would love the vids," she was smiling tenderly and caring, having learned to truly love the human next to her, "but we both have to follow our own paths."

"Once you catch her," this seemed to be a question the blonde appeared to be dying to ask, "what will you do?"

"I'll find you," she couldn't help keeping the nonchalance from her voice, "then kidnap you."

They began to tease each other with the word choice and such things. Samara was partly glad to have found Hannah when she had. It was always hard to outlive a mate, which was one of the reasons why she had chosen from her own kin. Krogans were too raw and wild for her taste. Most species were too short lived, but right then, she didn't have that longer even, a century at most; she was already living in it. She meant what she had said. Once she felt truly at peace, she would look for the young woman and whisk her away.

"And what about my post," the woman laughed; she was being mercilessly tickled by well-trained blue fingers, "what if I'm not willing to go with you?"

"If you were, it wouldn't be kidnaping," the cobalt seductress turned serious, the tickling subsiding, "you would come with me, wouldn't you?"

The petite woman's breath was lost; she could feel the intensity behind those electric eyes. Knowing that the moment was a decisive one in their lives, she supported her weight and the babies' on her arm and elbow, as to be closer to the owner of her heart. Going beyond the encompassing eye contact, she went for the private and intimate whispering towards the hearing organ. Samara was thankful that her world hadn't gone mute, although it felt as if the universe itself were holding its breath.

"We would only be apart as long as our duties take us different paths." The voice was soft and utterly serious. The caramel female then turned so that they were facing each other. "You own my heart Samara; it was yours since I willingly turned to your guidance."

"That was . . . ." Trying to grasp the magnitude of the whole situation, she realized that, perhaps, that had been both their undoing. "I love you . . . ."

This time, it was Samara's turn to speak the words, her turn to seal them with a kiss. Too bad the human was too heavy to properly enjoy the other ministrations . . . .

When the time has come for us to leave, do we really part?
Doesn't part of me stays with you, as part of you stays with me?