by neetha Napew
Tee persisted. “But you will go, of course? To Alpha Centauri.”
“It would cost a planetary ransom!”
“What is money? You have spent money only seeking Fiona over the last many months, even though you are well off. You have saved every hundredth credit else. What else is it for?” Lunzie bit her lip and stared at a comer of the room, thinking. She was almost afraid to see Fiona after all this time, because what would she say to her? All the time when she’d been searching for her, she played many scenes in her mind, of happy, tearful reconciliations. But now it was a reality: she was going to see Fiona again. What would the real one say to her? Fiona had told her when she left that she feared her mother would never come back. Once resentment faded, she must long ago have given up hope, believing her mother dead. Lunzie worried about the hurt she had caused Fiona. She imagined an angry Fiona, her jaw locked and nose red as they had been the last. morning on Tau Ceti. Lunzie blanched defensively. It wasn’t her fault that the space carrier had met with an accident, but did she have to leave Fiona at all? She could have taken a less distant post, one that was less dangerous though it paid less. But, no: for all her self-doubts and newly acquired hindsight, she had to admit that at the time she left Tau Ceti, the job with Descartes seemed the best possible path for her to take. She couldn’t have foreseen what would happen.
She missed Fiona, but for her the separation had only been a matter of a few years. She tried to imagine how it would feel if it had been most of a lifetime, as it had for her daughter. She’d be a stranger after all these years. They’d have to become acquainted all over again. Would she like the new Fiona? Would Fiona like her, with the experience of her years behind her? She would just have to wait and see.
“Lunzie?” Tee’s soft voice brought her back to herself. When she blinked the dryness from her eyes, she found Tee watching her with his dark eyes full of concern.
“What are you thinking of, my Lunzie? You are always so controlled. I would prefer it if you cry, or laugh, or shout. Your private thoughts are too private. I can never tell what it is you’re thinking. Have I not brought you good news?”
She took a deep breath, and then hesitated. “What - what if she doesn’t want to see me? After all these years, she probably hates me.”
“She will love you, and forgive you. It was not your fault. You began to search for her as soon as it was possible to do so,” he stated reasonably.
Lunzie sighed. “I should never have left her.”
Tee grabbed both of her arms and turned her so that he could look into her eyes. “You did the right thing. You needed to support your child. You wanted to make her very comfortable, instead of merely to subsist. She was left in the best of care. Blame the fates. Blame whatever you must, but not yourself. Now. Are you going? Will you meet with your daughter and your grandchildren?”
Lunzie nodded at last. “I’m going. I have to.”
“Good. Then this is a celebration!” He swept back to the parcel he had carried home with him, and removed from it a bottle of rare Cetian wine and a pair of long-stemmed glasses. “It is my triumph and yours, and I want you to drink to it with me. You should at least look like you want to celebrate.”
“But I do,” Lunzie protested.
“Then wash that worried look from your face and come with me!” Switching the glasses to the hand that held the wine. Tee bent over, and with one effort, threw Lunzie across his shoulders. Lunzie shrieked like a schoolgirl as he carried her into their bedchamber and dumped her onto the double-width bed.
“I can’t! Root is expecting me.” She flipped over and looked at the digital clock in the headboard. “Oh, Muhlah, now I’m late!” She started to get up, but he forestalled her.
“I will take care of that.” Tee stalked out. The com-unit chimed as he made a connection. Lunzie had to stifle a giggle as he asked for Dr. Root and solemnly requested that she be allowed to miss a shift. “... for a family emergency,” he said, in a sepulchral voice that made her bury a hoot of laughter in the bedclothes.
“There,” Tee said, as he returned, shucking his tunic off into a corner of the room and kicking off his boots. “You are clear and on green, and he sends his concern and regards.”
“I don’t know why I’m letting you do that. I shouldn’t play hooky,” Lunzie chided, a little ashamed of herself. “I usually take my responsibilities more seriously than that.”
“Could you honestly have stood and taken blood pressures with this knowledge dancing in your brain?” Tee asked, incredulously. “Fiona is found!”
“Well, no ...”
“Then enjoy it,” Tee encouraged her. “Allow me.” He knelt before her and grabbed one of her feet, and started to ease the exercise pants down her leg. When her legs were free, he started a trail of kisses beginning at her toes and skimming gently upward along her bare skin. His hands reached around to squeeze and caress her thighs and buttocks, and upward, thumbs stroking the hollows inside her hip-bones, as his lips reached her belly. His warm breath sent tingles of excitement racing through her loins. Lunzie lay back on the bed, sighing with pleasure. Her hands played with Tee’s hair, running the backs of her nails gently through his hair and along the delicate lines of his ears. She closed her eyes and allowed the pleasure to carry her, moaning softly, until the waves of ecstasy ebbed.
He raised his head and crept further up, poised, hovering over her. Lunzie opened her eyes to smile at him, and met an impish glance.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” she warned, as he descended, pinioning her, and dipping his tongue into her navel to tickle. “Agh! Unfair!”
He captured her arms as they flailed frantically at his head. “Now, now. All is fair in love, my Lunzie, and I love you.”
“Then come up here and fight like a man, damn you.” Lunzie freed her hands and pulled at his shoulders. Tee crawled up and settled on his hip beside her. She undid the magnetic seams of his trousers as he lifted himself up, and threw them into the corner after his tunic.
He was already fully aroused. Lunzie stroked him gently with her fingertips as they melted together along the lengths of their bodies for a deep kiss. He bent to run his tongue around the tips of her breasts, cupping them, and spreading his fingers to run his hands down her rib cage. Their hands joined, intertwined, parted, trailing along the other’s arm to draw sensual patterns on the skin of throat and chest and belly. Tee rolled onto his back, taking Lunzie on top of him so he could caress her. She spread her palms along his chest, massaging the flesh with her fingers, and reached behind her to brace against the long, hard muscles of his thighs. She arched up, straddling him, moving so that their bodies joined and rocked together in a rhythm of increasing tempo.
At last. Tee dragged her torso down, and they locked their arms around one another, kissing ears and neck and parted lips as passion overcame them.
Lunzie held tightly to Tee until her heart slowed down to its normal pace. She rubbed her cheek against his jaw, and felt the answering pressure of his arms around her shoulders. Through the joy at having found the object of her search, she was sad at the thought of having to leave Tee. Not only was there a physical compatibility, but they were comfortable with one another. She and Tee were familiar with one another’s likes and desires and feelings, like two people who had been together all their lives. She was torn between completing a quest she had set herself years ago, and staying with a man who loved her. If there was only a way that he could come with her - He wasn’t denying her her chance to rebuild her life after her experiences with cold sleep; she mustn’t deny him his. He had worked too hard and had lost so much. Lunzie felt guilty at even thinking of asking him to come with her. But she loved him too, and knew how much she was going to miss him.
She shifted to take her weight off his arm, and rolled into a hard obstruction in the tangled folds of the coverlet. Curiously, she spread out the edge of the cloth and uncovered the bottle of wine.
“Ah, yes. Cetus, 2755. Your year of birth, I believe.
The vintage is only fit to drink after eighty years or more.”
“Where are the glasses?” Lunzie asked. “This worthy wine deserves crystal.”
“We will share from the bottle,” answered Tee, gathering Lunzie close again. “I am not leaving this spot until I get up from here to cook you a marvellous celebratory dinner, for which I bought all the ingredients on the way home.”
He fell back among the pillows, tracing the lines of her jaw with one finger. Lunzie lay dreamily enjoying the sensation. Abruptly, a thought struck her. “You know,” she said, raising herself on one elbow, “maybe I should travel to Alpha as a staff doctor. That way I could save a good part of the spacefare.”
Tee pretended to be shocked. “At this moment you can think of money? Woman, you have no soul, no romance.”
Lunzie narrowed one eye at him. “Oh, yes, I have.” She sighed. “Tee, I’ll miss you so. It might be years before I come back.”
“I will be here, awaiting you with all my heart,” he said. “I love you, did you not know that?” He opened the bottle and offered her the first sip. Then he drank, and leaned over to give her a wine-flavoured kiss.
They made love again, but slowly and with more care. To Lunzie, every movement was now more precious and important. She was committing to memory the feeling of Tee’s gentle touch along her body, the growing urgency of his caresses, his hot strength meeting hers.
“I’m sorry we didn’t meet under other circumstances,” Lunzie said, sadly, when they lay quietly together afterward. The wine was gone.
“I have no regrets. If you didn’t need the EEC, we would not have met. I bless Fiona for having driven you into my arms. When you come back, we can make it permanent,” Tee offered. “And more. I would love to help you raise a child of ours. Or two.”
“Do you know, I always meant to have more children. Just now, the thought seems ludicrous, since my only child is in her seventh decade. I’m still young enough.”
“There will be time enough, if you come back to me.”
“I will,” Lunzie said. “Just as soon as things are settled with Fiona, I’ll come back. Dr. Root said that he’d sponsor me as a resident - that is, if he’ll still speak to me after my subterfuge to get a night off!”
“If he knew the truth, he’d forgive you. Shall I make us some supper?”
“No. I’m too comfortable to move. Hold me.”
Tee drew Lunzie’s head onto his chest, and the two of them relaxed together. As Lunzie started to drop off to sleep, the com-unit began chuckling quietly to itself. She sat up to answer it.
“Ignore it until morning,” Tee said, pulling her back into bed. “Remember, you have a family emergency. I have asked for travel brochures from all the cruise lines and merchant ships which will pass between Astris and Alpha Centauri over the next six months. We can look over them all in the morning. I do not see you off gladly, but I want you to go safely. We will choose the best of them all, for you.”
Lunzie glanced at the growing heap of plastic folders sliding out of the printer, and wondered how she’d ever begin to sort through the mass. “Just the soonest. That will be good enough for me.”
Tee shook his head. “None are good enough for you. But the sooner you go, the sooner you may return. Two years or three, they will seem as that many hundred until we meet again. But think about it in the morning. For once, for one night, there is only we two alone in the galaxy.”
Lunzie fell asleep with the sound of Tee’s heart-beat under her cheek, and felt content.
In the morning, they sat on the floor among a litter of holographic travel advertisements, sorting them into three categories: Unsuitable, Inexpensive, and Short Voyage.
The Unsuitable ones Tee immediately stuffed into the printer’s return slot, where the emulsion would be wiped and the plastic melted down so it could be reused in future facsimile transmissions. Glamorous holographs, usually taken of the dining room, the entertainment complex, or the shopping arcades of each line’s vessels, hung in the air, as Tee and Lunzie compared price, comfort, and schedule. Lunzie looked most closely at the ones which they designated Inexpensive, while Tee paged through those promising Short Voyages.
Of the sixty or so brochures still under consideration, Tee’s favourite was the Destiny Calls, a compound liner from the Destiny Cruise Lines.
“It is the fastest of all. It makes only three ports of call between here and Alpha Centauri over five months.” Lunzie took one look at the fine print on the plas-sheet under the hologram and blanched. “It’s too expensive! Look at those prices. Even the least expensive inside cabin is a year’s pay.”
“They feed, house, and entertain you for five months,” Tee said, reasonably. “Not a bad return after taxes.”
“No, it won’t do. How about the Caravan Voyages’ Cymbeline? It’s much cheaper.” Lunzie pointed to another brochure decorated with more modest photography. “I don’t need all those amenities the Destiny Calls has. Look, they offer you free the services of a personal psychotherapist, and your choice of a massage mattress or a trained masseuse. Ridiculous!”
“But they are so slow,” Tee complained. “You did not want to wait for a merchant to make orbit because of all the stops he would make on the way; you do not want this. If you would pretend that money does not matter for just a moment, it would horrify your efficient soul to find that the Cymbeline takes thirteen months to take you where the Destiny Calls does in five. And it will not be as comfortable. Come now, think,” he said in a wheedling tone. “What about your idea to work your way there on the voyage? Then the question of expense will not come up.”
Lunzie was attracted by the idea of travelling on a compound liner, which had quarters for methane- and water-breathers, as well as ordinary oxygen-nitrogen breathers. “Well. ...”
Tee could tell by her face she was more than half persuaded already. “If you are taking a luxury cruise, why not the best? You will meet many interesting people, eat wonderful food, and have a very good time. Do not even think how much I will be missing you.”
She laughed ruefully. “Well, all right then. Let’s call them and see if they have room for me.” Tee called the com-unit code for the Destiny Line to inquire for package deals on travels. While he was chatting with a salesclerk, he asked very casually if they needed a ship’s medical officer for human passengers.
To Lunzie’s delight and relief, they responded with alacrity that they did. Their previous officer had gone ashore at the ship’s last port of call, and they hadn’t had time to arrange for a replacement. Tee instantly transmitted a copy of Lunzie’s credentials and references, which were forwarded to the personnel department. She was asked to come in that day for interviews with the cruise office, the captain of the ship and the chief medical officer by FTL comlink, which Lunzie felt went rather well. She was hired. The ship would make orbit around Astris Alexandria in less than a month to pick her up.
Chapter Six
“Please, gentlebeings, pay attention. This information may save your life one day.”
There was a general groan throughout the opulent dining room as the human steward went through his often-recited lecture on space safety and evacuation plans. He pointed out the emergency exits which led to the lifeboats moored inside vacuum hatches along the port and starboard sides of the luxury space liner Destiny Calls. Holographic displays to his right and left demonstrated how the emergency atmosphere equipment was to be used by the numerous humanoid and non-humanoid races who were aboard the Destiny.
None of the lavishly dressed diners in the Early Seating for Oxygen-Breathers seemed to be watching him except for a clutch of frightened-looking humanoid bipeds with huge eyes and pale gray skin whom Lunzie recognized from her staff briefing as Stribans. Most were far more interested in the moving holographic centrepieces of their tables, which displayed such wonders as bouquets of flowers maturing in minutes from bud to bloom, a black-and-silver-clad being doing magic tricks, or, as at Lunzie’s table, a sculptor chipp
ing away with hammer and chisel at an alabaster statue. The steward raised his voice to be heard over the murmuring, but the murmuring just got louder. She had to admit that the young man projected well, and he had a pleasant voice, but the talk was the same, word for word, that was given on every ship that lifted, and any frequent traveller could have recited it along with him. He finished with an ironic “Thank you for your attention.”
“Well, thank the stars that’s over!” stated Retired Admiral Coromell, in a voice loud enough for the steward to hear. There were titters from several of the surrounding tables. “Nobody listens to the dam-fool things anyway. Only time you can get ‘em together is at mealtimes. Captive audience. The ones who seek out the information on their own are the ones who ought to survive anyway. Those nitwits who wait for somebody to save them are as good as dead anyhow.” He turned back to his neglected appetiser and took a spoonful of sliced fruit and sweetened grains. The young man gathered up his demonstration gear and retired to a table at the back of the room, looking harassed. “Where was I?” the old man demanded.
Lunzie put down her spoon and leaned over to shout at him. “You were in the middle of the engagement with the Green Force from the Antari civil war.”
“So I was. No need to raise your voice.” At great length and corresponding volume, the Admiral related his adventure to the seven fellow passengers at his table. Coromell was a large man who must have been powerfully built in his youth. His curly hair, though crisp white, was still thick. Pedantically, he tended to repeat the statistics of each manoeuvre two or three times to make sure the others understood them, whether or not they were interested in his narrative. He finished his story with a great flourish for his victory, just in time for the service of the soup course, which arrived at that moment. Lunzie was surprised to see just how much of the service was handled by individual beings, instead of by servomechanisms and food-synth hatches in the middle of the tables. Clearly, the cruise directors wanted to emphasise how special each facet of their preparations was, down to the ingredients of each course. Even if the ingredients were synthesised out of sight in the kitchen, personal service made the customers think the meals were being prepared from imported spices and produce gathered from exotic ports of call all over the galaxy. In fact, Lunzie had toured the storerooms when she first came aboard, and was more impressed than her tablemates that morel mushrooms were served as the centrepiece in the salad course, since she alone knew that they were real.