The Alliance Boxset 2

by S. E. Smith

  “I’m afraid I do not understand how a star can fall,” he finally admitted.

  “They don’t really,” Taylor replied in a soft voice. “We call meteors falling stars back home. If you see one, you are supposed to wish upon them and if you are lucky, your wish will come true.”

  “Ah, yes, I am familiar with meteors,” Scout said with a nod, turning to stare back up at the stars again. “And what would you wish for?”

  “I can’t tell you,” she whispered, tears burning her eyes. “If I tell you, it won’t come true.”

  She blinked rapidly when she saw Scout rise from his seat and walk over to her. She nodded and scooted to the side so he could sit down next to her on the swing. A trembling sigh escaped her when he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and began to slowly rock them.

  “From the day I met you, you captured my heart,” Scout admitted. “I love your sisters just as much, but you reminded me of all the things a warrior fights for.”

  “What do you mean?” she asked as she leaned her head against his chest.

  “Jesse knows what it is to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders,” Scout explained. “She is tough on the outside, but feels the pain for those that she believes she must protect alone. Jordan is different. In her eyes, I see the birth of the universe. She is an old soul. One who has lived over and over and over again, but who never quite forgot her previous life. She sees both the beauty and horrors in the world around her and fights to keep the balance.”

  Taylor swallowed. “What do you see when you look at me?” she asked in a soft, trembling voice.

  “I see the birth of a star,” Scout murmured. “I see beauty and passion and love. I see curiosity and innocence, but most of all I see a force that won’t be denied what she wishes for the most. You are what a warrior fights for, Taylor. You are the hope for a better world.”

  “I love him,” she whispered. “Oh, Scout, I love him so much that it hurts.”

  Scout hugged Taylor. “As he loves you, little star,” he murmured. “Look! Make your wish, Taylor. Hold it close to your heart.”

  Taylor looked up in time to see a meteor streak across the sky. She held her breath and made a wish as it flashed across the heavens above. Biting her lip when it faded, she turned her head into Scout’s chest and cried.

  I wish that Saber would come home like he promised, she thought.

  Chapter Six

  A month later, Saber rose up, reaching for the light of consciousness, only to sink back down into the dark pit that refused to release him. The only rational thought that flashed through his mind was the knowledge that at least the unbearable pain was finally gone. Even that thought didn’t last for very long.

  It took him more than a dozen attempts to finally reach the surface. The first thing that came back was his hearing. He could hear the quiet voices. They sounded like they were far off at first, but each time, they came closer and closer. He was able to pick out a word or two that stuck in his brain, playing over and over like a broken vidcom.

  “Shattered…”

  “Should amputate…”

  “Not worth saving…”

  “No, you will…”

  He heard Hunter’s voice. His friend sounded angry. Another rumble of voices, but it was too difficult to piece them together.

  “Live…”

  “Maybe… Not sure yet…”

  “I’m not leaving,” a young voice said. “Get lost or I’ll kick your balls to the next star system.”

  “I don’t care! I know he can hear me,” she argued. “I’ll eat when I get hungry.”

  “No,” he tried to argue, but his throat was dry.

  He tried to lick his lips, but it took too much effort and he slipped down into the darkness again. It seemed like an eternity passed before he could find the strength to climb back up the slippery walls. He refused to give up this time. Someone was touching him. He could feel soft, smooth hands running up and down his leg. It took a moment for him to realize that he could actually feel the touch.

  “My teacher showed me this technique,” the voice was saying. “He said it helped with circulation and helped slow the deterioration of the muscles.”

  “Taylor, you’ve been here since early this morning,” a soft voice chided. “You need to take care of yourself.”

  “I’m almost done,” Taylor replied.

  “Take…,” Saber forced out.

  The hands on him froze and were removed. A small moan escaped him when they disappeared. He moved his lips, trying to form the words.

  “What?” a beautiful voice whispered next to his ear.

  A sigh escaped him when he felt the warm hands touch his face. He instinctively moved his head. He wanted to feel them against his skin. He swallowed, trying to force some moisture into his throat.

  “Take care… of… your… self,” he finally forced out before the edges of darkness swirled around him again. He didn’t want to sink back into the lonely pit. He wanted to break free and search for the face that belonged to the hands. “I don’t…”

  “You don’t what?” the voice repeated.

  “Leave me,” he mumbled before falling backwards.

  “I won’t,” she promised. “I won’t ever leave you.”

  Eighteen months later:

  “Boiling oil,” Taylor muttered and held the pen to her lips and thought for a moment. “Naw, that would be a total waste of good oil.”

  Saber turned to glare at her. He gripped the arms of his airchair in an effort to keep from reaching out and wrapping them around Taylor’s neck. She would probably continue to ignore him as he did it. She ignored everything else he did and said.

  “You know, I can hear you thinking,” he snapped.

  Taylor looked up over her writing pad at him. “Spiders,” she said, tilting her head. “How do you feel about spiders?”

  “They are right up there with your gnomes,” he retorted, waving his hand to the unfinished kitchen counter.

  Taylor glanced over her shoulders at the dozens of strange little figurines that adorned the kitchen. She turned back and wrote something down. He snarled when she peered over her notepad at him.

  “Goblins,” she said with a grin, snapping her fingers. “I need goblins.”

  “How long are you going to continue to torture both of us with your insistence on coming over here every day?” Saber demanded, pressing the controls on his airchair until it stopped in front of her.

  Taylor grinned at him. “Until you grow a pair of balls and admit that you like me coming over,” she replied with a smile.

  “You aren’t going to go away, are you?” he finally muttered.

  “Nope,” she said with a shake of her head.

  “Why?” Saber asked, staring at her in confusion. “Look at me, Taylor. I am half the warrior I was. I may never walk again.”

  “Wrong!” Taylor snapped. “Hunter might never have walked again. He was the one with the broken back. You! You had a busted leg. Even if you had both legs gone, you could still walk. So, why don’t you get over your self-pity party, Saber? It’s beginning to get a bit old. I’m ready for a new song.”

  Saber scowled at Taylor, but all she did was scowl back at him. He couldn’t help it. His lip twitched. At first, he thought it was because he was mad, but the more they stared at each other, the more it twitched. He shook his head when the sound of a low snort escaped him. He meant it to come out as a growl, but it hadn’t.

  “You aren’t going to make me laugh,” he whispered with determination.

  “I’ll turn your bedroom pink again,” she threatened, staring at him with a decided smirk on her face.

  “I hate pink,” he muttered, his lips twitching again. “And gnomes.”

  Taylor raised her eyebrow. “Wait until I add the goblins and spiders,” she threatened.

  “You are a cruel female,” Saber hissed.

  Taylor smiled and shook her head. “No, I’m not,” she retorted in a quiet voice. “I�
�m a star who knows what she wants.”

  “And what is that?” Saber asked in a husky tone.

  “I want my old Saber back,” she whispered, staring into his eyes.

  Saber’s eyes shuttered and he pulled back on the controls. Turning around, he steered the airchair back in front of the windows. After several minutes of silence, he finally spoke.

  “The old Saber is gone, Taylor,” he murmured. “Go home. One day a warrior fit to protect you will come; accept him when he does.”

  He heard Taylor rise up off the lone piece of furniture in the house besides the bed in his bedroom. She walked over to him and pressed a kiss to his neck. He curled his fingers around the arms of the airchair to keep from pulling her into his lap.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow, Saber,” Taylor whispered in his ear before she straightened and walked back to collect her belongings. “Oh, and for the record, I’ve already picked the warrior I want. He just needs to get his head out of his ass long enough to realize it. Bye!”

  Saber didn’t say anything. Releasing the breath he had drawn in, he reached up and touched the spot on his neck that he swore felt like it was burning. Dropping his hand back down, he turned the airchair toward the one room that Taylor hadn’t been in. The door opened as he drew close.

  Inside was a training room that he had installed while Taylor was in school. Pulling the chair up to the side of one of the benches, he slowly scooted forward and grabbed the bar along the side. He pulled himself up, forcing his shaking good leg to remain stiff until he could turn and sit down.

  “Spiders,” he whispered with a chuckle as he began his nightly workout. “I really hope she wasn’t talking about real ones.”

  Chapter Seven

  Present day:

  “I’m going over to Saber’s house. I might be back later,” Taylor hollered as she grabbed her jacket and slid it on before picking up her backpack.

  “Taylor, are you sure you should?” Jesse asked with a worried smile. “I overheard him telling Hunter to keep you away from the house.”

  Taylor rolled her eyes and shrugged. “Okay, then I’m going down to the Quikie Mart for an iced coffee,” she said.

  “Where is this Quikie Mart? I have never heard of it,” Hunter said, walking up to wrap one arm around Jesse and their five-year-old son, Lyon while holding one-year-old Leila in his other arm.

  “Quikie Mart! Quikie Mart! I want to go to the Quikie Mart!” Lyon demanded.

  Jesse snorted, drawing a giggle from Lyon who reached for her mouth. Taylor’s expression softened at the lovable little boy who had the entire household wrapped around his small fingers. Pulling her hair out from her jacket, she leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss against Lyon’s soft cheek.

  “That’s because those were only on Earth,” Jesse responded in a dry tone. “She’s going over to Saber’s house.”

  Taylor could feel Hunter’s eyes narrow on her stubborn expression. She didn’t care what he said, she was going – period. She was an adult now. She didn’t need to ask his permission to do anything.

  “Taylor,” Hunter started to say, but stopped when Taylor turned away.

  “He needs me, Hunter,” Taylor said in a quiet voice. “You know it and so do I.”

  Her shoulders relaxed when she heard his sigh of resignation. A smile tugged at her lips. That was what she loved about the Trivators, they were big bad teddy bears when it came to the women they loved. She knew deep down that Saber loved her. He just needed to understand that she loved him back to the very core of her soul and wasn’t going to give up on him because of his own stupid misconceptions of ‘not being a whole warrior’.

  A wave of longing sent an avalanche of feminine power through her. She had felt his reaction to her. His mouth might be saying one thing, but his body was definitely saying something different.

  “Good luck,” Hunter finally said with a hint of amusement in his voice. “He can be very stubborn.”

  Taylor nodded. “So am I,” she retorted with a grin. “Don’t wait up.”

  “Taylor,” Jesse said again in exasperation as her little sister walked out the door. “She’s playing with fire,” she said, turning to glare at Hunter with a pointed look.

  Hunter gazed down at his Amate with a soft smile. “And she is very good at it. She is right. He does need her, whether he is ready to admit it or not.”

  Taylor jogged down the front steps and over to the small transport that Hunter had given her for her twenty-first birthday. She threw her backpack into the passenger seat and slid into the driver’s seat. Pulling the straps over her shoulders, she clipped the communications control onto her collar. With the expertise of hundreds of hours of flight time gained over the past two years, she pressed the power and rose into the air.

  Glancing down at the house below, she couldn’t help but feel a little sentimental. It had been her home for the past seven years. It was hard to believe that so much time had passed. Her life back on Earth seemed more like a dream than a reality.

  Turning her focus back to where she was going, she had to admit she was happy that it had. The people on Earth were slowly rebuilding, according to the reports she was reading and conversations with Razor, Hunter’s older brother, and Kali, his human wife…

  Or Amate, Taylor thought as she flew over the thick forest below.

  Still, Earth had a long way to go and a lot of rebuilding to do. A reluctant smile curved Taylor’s lips as she flew a path that she did twice a day; once in the morning and once again every evening. Saber might be moody as hell most of the day, he might give her hell for coming every morning to bring him breakfast or give her the cold shoulder every evening, but he never told her to leave, not anymore. No, he could tell Hunter to tell her not to come, but he never told her because he knew she would just ignore him if he tried.

  A part of her acknowledged that she had fallen for him the first time she saw him. They’d had their issues. He called her a kid, she called him an old man, but the constant banter back and forth had kept her going in the strange new world she’d found herself in.

  Taylor sighed as she thought of everything that they had been through over the past five years. One of the most painful things was waiting for her to grow up. She would have accepted him at sixteen, but deep down, she reluctantly agreed that Hunter, Jesse… and even Saber, had been right. She needed time to grow up and learn more about her new life. Of course, she wouldn’t have admitted it, at least not then.

  Her life had changed and she’d found her focus almost five years ago. It had taken the near death of Saber and Hunter during a mission to give her life the inspiration and focus she needed. Hunter had received a severe spinal injury that almost paralyzed him while Saber had been critically injured to the point the healers were unsure whether he would live.

  Saber required numerous operations, the last one just two months ago, to put him back together. The damage had been unbelievable. His right leg had suffered most of the damage. His upper thigh bone had been shattered; the muscles and nerves shredded as well as dozens of other hairline fractures. In addition, a deadly infection had set in by the time he and Hunter were rescued.

  Five years later, he could now walk without his cane – most of the time, but he needed it when he was tired. He was still in a lot of pain which is what concerned Taylor. The constant nagging pain was evident by the permanent lines around his mouth and the shadows under his eyes.

  Taylor knew the physical therapy was helping him. Every morning she would bring him breakfast and sit with him, chatting about her classes, what she was learning, and anything else she could think of until he finished. Then, she would start working on his leg.

  He had balked at first, but she had persisted, refusing to leave until he did it. The first year afterward had been a trial. Saber had refused to do the physical therapy the healers had ordered. It took a while, but she discovered the reason was that the bone was not healing properly and it was excruciating.

  She glanced dow
n at the ground. She was almost there. Saber lived off the beaten path, almost thirty kilometers outside the town of Trivas. She was surprised the road leading to it hadn’t been renamed Taylor Way. She had definitely made the journey enough times over the years to have it renamed after her.

  She and Saber had worked on the place before his injuries. Of course, he hadn’t been able to work on it the first year while he was in the hospital. She had spent most of her time with him there, until his release. After his discharge, it had taken almost six months before he would finally restart the work that needed to be done. He had withdrawn into the house and tried to become a hermit. Unfortunately for him, Taylor was just as determined that he rejoin the land of the living, even if it meant she had to pull him back into it kicking and screaming. Eventually, they began working on the construction of the house again.

  She decided it had been good therapy for both of them. It had helped them work through the changes in their lives and given her the direction she needed to make her career choice of being a Physical Therapist with a focus in Developmental Research. She wanted to help those with extensive injuries like Hunter and Saber.

  Now, after five years and her persistence, it was almost complete… with a few additions of garden trolls, gnomes, and other incentives whenever he was being a bonehead to her. It had become a running joke with them; he makes her mad, she creates something straight out of a Halloween movie to get back.

  Or I change the color of the house on him when he isn’t looking, she thought with a mischievous grin.

  “Okay,” Taylor breathed out the breath she was holding. “I hope tonight goes well. The big oaf better not start cheering when I tell him my news, otherwise he might need to be in traction again.”

  She guided the transport over the trees and gently touched down in the front courtyard. She shut down the engine and unclipped the straps. Opening the door, she grabbed her backpack before sliding out. She shut the door and walked around the transport just as the front door opened.