A Lost Soul From Jupiter: Science Fiction (Action & Adventure Literature & Fiction Special Bonus Story) (Suspense Colonization Paranormal BBW Paranormal)

by Daniel Runner

  “I didn’t mean for him die…” he held Jacob closely and kept crying in his arms…

  “I know sweetheart, but there was nothing else do, but this is bad, this is really bad….”

  Jacob told her to quickly get up and escape from this country as soon as possible. But this time, Talia refused. Instead of going to the boat, Talia gave him a co-ordinate out in the Sonoran Desert; it was not a long drive from where they were now. Talia told him to trust her just as she trusted him from the very beginning…

  The whole journey Talia didn’t say a single word; Jacob kept holding her hand with one of his hand and drove with the other. They took some shortcuts so that they would not face any more radical groups.

  The location where Talia led Jacob to had nothing but a huge slab of stab and a meteorite crater right beside it.

  Jacob was a little tense now “What are we doing here Talia?”

  Talia didn’t say anything, she held his hand and slowly walked him towards the edge of the rock and she seemed to press random places around the rock which apparently made some noise as if a mechanism was being turned on.

  By now Jacob had comprehended what was going on…

  “You are going to leave me?” Jacob’s eyes were watery, he was unsure of what he should do..

  “This world is not yet ready for me Jacob, I am not leaving you for my sake, I have to go because the longer I stay with you, only more danger will start to conjure up against you…”

  Jacob went close to Talia and held her very tightly squeezing both of her arms. “No…”

  Once the sequence of the button pressing was complete, multiple glowing marks appeared at the bottom of the crater, and slowly a comparatively small space craft started to appear out of thin air. The whole ship was glowing with neon lights and had an outer rim that kept on spinning. The ship was ready to go….

  “Put your hands up in the air slowly and walk away from the Alien, comply or we will shoot…”

  The cops, the government and NASA all of them zeroed in near the mountain. Jacob knew that it was all over now. But he was still not letting her go…

  Talia whispered in his ears “Please…Save You…Save me….”

  Jacob pulled out his gun, and looked behind. Thomas was standing there right behind him. He told him that he is willing to grant him full immunity due to this service to the country, but he will have to surrender Talia to him.

  Jacob knew that he was not going to do this, he signaled her to quickly get inside the craft while Jacob kept aiming the gun at Thomas. The engines started to rev up…

  “ I am sorry Thomas, but I love her….”

  These were the last words of Jacob as he jumped towards the ship seconds before it turned into a vast circle of blue light, radiating outwards like a nuclear blast and disappeared again into the air going through a lighting beam that propelled high up in the sky…

  They were gone…Jacob had chosen Talia, over Earth…

  Epilogue

  A very soft and tender hand was comforting the cheeks of Jacob..

  “Wake up love; it’s time to address your audience…”

  Jacob opened his eyes, looked at Talia and smiled…

  “I am already addressing her…”

  Talia blushed a little bit and pulled Jacob up from the bed and helped him get dressed.

  The curtain blinds to the balcony were swinging very gently with the air that was coming in from the outside. The rays of the two suns were reflecting in the marbled floor and illuminating Talia’s already beautiful face.

  After getting ready, Jacob gave a soft kiss on Talia’s lips…and held her hands.

  “It has been a really long time since that day isn’t it? About 10 years I reckon. I never ever thought that we would actually become the pioneers of pushing the human race to the next stage and help them come across different galaxies and flourish a new civilization on a distant planet…”

  Talia kissed him back, “My hero…everything was possible only because you were brave enough on that day to help me escape, and later on make the government realize that we Jupitarians were not such bad people. If it weren’t for you, this collaboration would have never existed. You are the savior of mankind…But you are just mine…”

  Jacob slowly released her from his embrace, turned around and before going outside, he looked at the picture in the photo frame that was sitting beside his bedside table. It was the picture of his father and mother. His father passed away few years back due to aging, Jacob tried everything in his power to save him, but he failed. There are something even Alien technology are unable to change, Things that control the force of life and death.

  Jacob tidied up his robe and slowly walked to the balcony where a crowd of thousands were waiting for him and was there to pay their respects to him…

  Jacob and Talia, The first ever human to marry an Alien, The first ever Alien to marry a Human,

  Another small step the human race, another giant step for mankind…

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  THE TROUBLE WITH LOVE

  Susannah's head snapped around hard enough to give her whiplash. Fortunately, Grace's giggle camouflaged the groan of dismay she couldn't suppress. Heat rushed to her face. How had the dratted man opened the door to the Sheriff's inner sanctum without even a squeak of the old hinges? Susannah swallowed hard. She refused to act as embarrassed as she felt.

  As usual, weirdness accompanied D. E. Hogan into a room. That had to be the explanation since all the oxygen seemed to dissipate leaving her breathless. Her pulse beat harder, faster. Her senses heightened. She caught the scent of coconut that made her think of suntan oil on naked skin, heated by the summer sun.

  "Grace and I were just, uh, just discussing. . . ." Her voice trailed off into nothingness. When he was near, her brain went into meltdown. It always took a few seconds for her to muster up an attitude. The kind of attitude designed to keep him at arm's length. Cool as can be, she lied, "Actually, I was just transcribing your notes."

  The impediment to her peace of mind leaned against the doorframe. All six feet plus of tanned majesty. He could be the poster boy for tall, dark, and too yummy for her peace of mind. But she'd step barefoot on a jellyfish before she let anyone, especially him, realize how she felt.

  As usual, he wore ragged cut-off jeans, a white tank, and a Hawaiian shirt. Today a red one adorned with palm trees. Running shoes that looked as if they'd seen their fair share of miles completed his ensemble. He might not know fashion, but he sure knew how to strike a pose.

  "Transcribing my notes? Sounds like you were trashing me. I'm wounded." He faked a pout. Then he smiled in a way that made her insides feel as if they were in a blender.

  "Wounded? I'd like to wound you." She muttered. Hoping the chill in her voice countered the heat in her face, she asked, "Don't you have somewhere to go?"

  "Nope."

  "Don't you have something better to do than stare?"

  "Nope."

  Susannah glared at him. "Well, look in another direction."

  Hogan met her blistering gaze and wished looking in a different direction was all it took to get the woman out of his head. The truth was that he'd thought of little besides the prickly deputy since he'd met her. Even though he knew she was off limits, he still spent way too much time thinking about her. About kissing her. Stroking her. Getting her into his bed. Like that was going to happen.

  She wouldn't even acknowledge his existence outside this office. He'd called her at home. She'd hung up as soon as she'd heard his voice. After that, he got the answering machine until he'd given up. He'd tried to talk with her on the street
. With cold amusement gleaming from her green eyes, she'd whipped out her ticket book and pen.

  She made him feel like a bumbling high school idiot. He'd been a Special Agent with the Federal Bureau of Investigation for a decade and had handled every kind of crisis, but he couldn't handle his attraction to Susannah Quinn. Nor could he figure out what to do about the ridiculous situation he found himself in.

  Hell. He was an idiot. And it was his own damn fault. He never should have approached her that night when he'd known who she was. But the tears sparkling in her eyes had made him ignore common sense. As a result, he found himself playacting in a farce that, unlike a movie, had no possibility of a good ending. All because of his family. First Vonnie. Then his uncle.

  Damn that photograph. No matter how he'd tried, he couldn't get Walter to give up his grand plan. Walter Bofco was his favorite uncle. Most of the time. At the moment, the man was a major irritant. He'd left Hogan with only one course of action. Make Susannah detest him so much that she wouldn't agree to play a part in Walter's scheme. He just hadn't realized making himself persona non grata with her would bother him so much.

  "Why don't you go get another of Aunt Opal's cinnamon rolls while I finish your report?" Susannah asked in a low voice.

  "Why?" Hogan lowered his voice. "Am I bothering you? Making you think about me instead of the job?"

  "Actually, I don't think about you at all." Susannah's eyes stayed on the keyboard.

  "Really?" Unfortunately, he couldn't say the same. Why wouldn't she at least talk to him?

  "I have more important things to do." Susannah started typing again.

  Hogan knew he should go. But he was tired of getting stonewalled. "Hey." When she looked up, his eyes locked with her cool green gaze. "You're a liar."

  His challenging words incensed Susannah. She didn't care if he was right. Her temper soared. Her fingers stilled. "Don't call me a liar."

  The phone rang, shattering the tension. Susannah jerked her gaze from his blue eyes. She barely heard Grace's voice as the dispatcher answered the call. Why wouldn't Hogan leave her alone? She couldn't fall for him. She wouldn't. Or had that train already left the station?

  "Don't call you a liar? Liar, liar. Pants on fire. What are you going to do about it?"

  Though her poor heart hammered, with anger, she tried to tell herself, she couldn't think of a blessed thing to do about the situation. She told herself that his voice, pitched just loud enough to make a woman's pulse throb, was too practiced. Maybe it worked on other women, like the rich divorcees in the Cove, but it had no effect on her.

  She'd lost her rose-colored glasses at the age of seven. Everyone in town knew that. He needed to learn it too. She refused to allow his low-voiced purr sweep away her hard-won disdain. If her pulse did throb, she reassured herself, it was from anger with the man who knew just what to say to rile her.

  Hogan settled a hip on the edge of her desk. Softly, he asked, "Do I haunt your thoughts as much as you haunt mine?"

  In a voice, carefully dripping with boredom, she drawled, "Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but not every woman in the county is obsessed with your rather unexceptional charm."

  "You're a hard woman, Susannah Quinn." He grinned. "That's okay. We're evenly matched because I'm a hard man."

  She snorted. "I wouldn't touch that line with a ten foot–." Her mouth snapped shut. Color blazed in her cheeks. When Hogan leaned toward her, she snapped, "Haven't you heard of the concept of personal space?"

  Lazily, he stood. "It'll be interesting to see who wins this battle of wills."

  "There is no battle." Susannah scowled. "Was there something else you wanted?"

  "Something else I wanted? Hmmm." He swept her with a hot gaze.

  When Grace giggled, Susannah snapped, "Clerically, that is."

  Grace whooped with laughter. Susannah's face burned. Her eyes retreated to the monitor.

  "Clerically, I wondered if you'd finished my report."

  She stared at the words on the screen, refusing to look up. "It'll be ready by the time Mayor Bofco arrives if you'll quit bothering me."

  As if his gaze had been a physical touch, as tangible a connection as flesh to flesh, she knew the instant his eyes left her. She heard a soft click when the door to her uncle's office closed behind him.

  Relieved that he'd departed without further comment, Susannah exhaled loudly. She felt as if she'd run the hundred meter dash in full uniform. Boots, gun, cuffs, and all.

  "Whew!" Grace fanned her face with her paperback book.

  Why did Hogan always make her want to forget her rules concerning the obstinate sex?

  "Glad I wasn't standing between you and Hogan. Talk about hot! A body could get singed by the electricity flowing between you two."

  "Don't be ridiculous," Susannah protested. "The only thing between that man and me is animosity. Unless you count his enormous ego."

  Grace giggled. "Yeah, I think he likes you too."

  The corners of Susannah's mouth turned down. "And I think you've been reading too many romance novels."

  "Yeah, yeah. You're not interested in him or any man. All you want's a career." Grace sighed dramatically. "You and Paula are two peas in a pod. A very lonely pod, I'm afraid."

  At the mention of Grace's daughter, the desire to confess all to her best friend hit Susannah. If anyone knew how to handle Hogan, it was Paula. The girl had been born with man-handling skills encoded in her DNA.

  "I just don't understand you girls nowadays. Instead of dating men, you want to be friends with them. Or in your case, enemies. Y'all need to get interested in romance."

  "I'd say you're interested enough for both of us."

  "Well, someone needs to lend a hand. Otherwise, you'll both end up as old maids still talking about achieving your life goals."

  Susannah didn't bother asking what was wrong with being an old bachelorette. She knew Grace would tell her. Instead, she asked, "What's wrong with goals?"

  "Nothing, but why do you have to plan every step of the way? Whatever happened to just enjoying what life may bring?"

  "We discovered it brings nasty surprises." Susannah didn't care if she sounded as if she'd sucked on a lemon or two.

  "You think by setting goals and writing five-year plans, you'll eliminate life's nasty surprises?" Grace hooted.

  "Enough, Grace. I want to be a good cop, and I want to get ahead. What's wrong with that? I'll tell you. Nothing. I will be respected as a member of the law enforcement community. I worked hard to get my criminal justice degree, and I'm not going to let it go to waste."

  "You can be taken seriously without being a stick in the mud. To use your own phrase. Lighten up. Life's too short. Have some fun with Hogan."

  Susannah ignored her and resumed typing. Fun? Ha. There was little chance of that. That would be like having fun with a stick of dynamite. How dare Hogan turn his well-practiced charm on her, and in front of Grace too. Men like Hogan dispensed charm as easily as false promises.

  Her flying fingers hit a wrong key for every right one. The computer beeped endlessly as it signaled misspellings. Susannah grumbled and backspaced to correct the typos. There was only one answer. She had to make Hogan stay away. She had to quit typing his reports. Since Uncle Barney had volunteered her services, she couldn't tell Hogan to take a hike. She had to make him want her to quit. Her fingers froze over the keys. The error beeps stopped.

  "You know. I think you're right." Slowly she began to type, deliberately making mistakes. The machine started its crazy beeping again. "I think I do need to have some fun with Mr. D. E. Hogan." Grinning, she inserted a few asterisks in the next word and chuckled. "You know, Grace? I've seen the light. I feel better already. Let's see how Hogan likes this report."

  Susannah started to hum the Kelly Clarkson song, "Miss Independent." She smiled smugly. "After today, I bet Hogan won't even ask me to type a grocery list."

  Her mood lifted at the prospect. Before the unsettling man had dropped in, ever
ything had been going her way. After last night's storm, the first of August had dawned with cooler temperatures and lower humidity. For a Texas county bordering the Gulf, low humidity promised a good hair day which was a blessing for her because her naturally curly hair had developed a mind of its own since she'd chopped off the length when she'd returned from that disastrous Houston trip.

  She planned to talk to her uncle again and demand he let her be a real deputy, not a secretary in a shapeless uniform. She wanted her share of patrols. She was tired of being stuck with all the paperwork. If that didn't work, well then, she'd cry and beg. Barney Drummond, her mother's much older brother, was a sucker for tears. Her macho uncle might be Alton County's oft-elected sheriff, but he was a total marshmallow when it came to a crying niece.

  A woman had to use the weapons at her disposal, she reasoned. That was female empowerment whether people on the outside looking in saw it that way or not.

  The phone rang again. Three calls in less than an hour. Susannah heard Grace say, "Raynelle, of course Red has crab beignet on the menu tonight. It's Wednesday, isn't it?"

  Susannah shook her head in disgust. Life was too predictable when you knew the entree offered each day of the week at Sunset Red's, the only restaurant in Vance open after dark.

  Protect and serve? In this county, it seemed the Sheriff's department served up information rather than protection and law enforcement.

  The desire to flee her hometown welled inside her. That wasn't going to happen. But she could at least be a real deputy and take pride in her job. Uncle Barney just had to let her start doing something other than be a glorified secretary, or she was going to go completely stark, raving crazy.

  "I got one question for you, hon?"

  Susannah hit the print button. "What's that?"

  "You really don't think Hogan's cute?"

  Susannah checked over her shoulder to make sure the man wasn't again lounging in the doorway. "Maybe he'd be passable if he didn't always look as if he needed a shave."