"Commander Pergith requests that you dine with him," Jerva said, tucking the restraints into his jacket.
"No."
"As you wish, Commander. Shall I have something sent in?"
"No."
Jerva stared at him for a moment, then left the room, quietly closing the door behind him.
With a sigh, Micah stretched out on his bunk and closed his eyes. She was gone, and his life would never be the same again.
Chapter Twenty
"Lainey! Thank God! Where have you been?" Dolores St. John wrapped her arms around her daughter and hugged her tight. "We've been so worried."
"I'm fine, Mom."
"Get her inside, Dee," Ralph St. John said, hovering over the two of them. "I'll get some coffee."
"Come in and sit down, dear," Dolores said. She shepherded Lainey into the living room, settled her on the sofa, and covered her with a blanket.
"Here, sweetie," Ralph said, handing Lainey a cup of coffee laced with brandy. "Drink this."
Obediently, Lainey took a sip, coughed, and drained the cup.
"Lainey, can you tell us about it now?"
She nodded, then burst into tears. "Here, now," her father said, gathering her into his arms as if she were still his little girl. "Go ahead, sweetie, cry it all out."
And she did, releasing all her unhappiness, all her heartache in a flood of tears that scorched her eyes and did almost nothing to ease the pain in her heart. And all the while her father held her and rocked her.
When her tears finally subsided, she slid off his lap onto the sofa. "Sorry, Dad," she said, sniffing. "I didn't mean to drown you."
"Don't be silly." Ralph thrust his handkerchief at her. "I'm waterproof. You ought to know that by now."
Lainey smiled in spite of herself, then blew her nose and dabbed at her eyes.
For the next half hour, she related what had happened up at the cabin and on the spaceship. Fresh tears welled in her eyes when she reached the end of her story.
"And now he's gone," she said mournfully, "and I'll never see him again."
"What happened to the bodies?" Ralph asked.
"The bodies?" Lainey shuddered, remembering the charred remains. "I don't know."
Delores and Ralph exchanged glances, then Ralph cleared his throat. "We weren't going to say anything, Lainey, but maybe you should know. A man came here the same night you and Micah were attacked. He held us at gunpoint for twenty-four hours."
"Gunpoint! Who was he?"
Ralph shook his head. "I don't know. He wore a ski mask, but I'd guess he had something to do with the two men who followed you to the cabin. I think he came here to wait in case you got away and came home. I don't know. He got real fidgety when you didn't show up. He kept looking at the phone, as if he was expecting a call. He even picked up the receiver a couple of times, like he was checking to make sure the phone was working." Ralph took a deep breath and let it out in a heavy sigh. "All I'm saying is, maybe it's a good thing Micah's gone."
Lainey shook her head. "No…"
"Lainey, if everything you've said is true, think of what would have happened to Micah if the wrong people found out he was here," Dolores remarked quietly. "The press would have had a field day. Scientists would have been poking and probing at him for the rest of his life."
Lainey thought about the three men who had captured Micah, about the tests they'd performed, and knew that would be nothing compared to what would happen if SETI or some other organization had gotten hold of Micah. Her mother was right and she knew it, but it didn't lessen the pain.
Lainey frowned. The men who had followed them to the cabin had to be the same men who had captured Micah. But how had they known where her parents lived? The realization that her parents might have been hurt or killed hit her for the first time. She stared at her father and saw the knowledge in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Lainey," Ralph said. "I know how much you cared for him, but I can't be sorry he's gone. I'd rather have you grieving than see anything happen to you or your mother."
Lainey placed her hand on her father's and gave it a squeeze. "I know, Dad. Thanks for listening and for believing me."
Rising, she hugged her father, then her mother. "I think I'll go to bed."
"Good night, sweetie," Dolores said. "I love you."
"I love you, too. Good night, Mom. Dad."
Heavy-hearted, Lainey climbed the stairs to her room, pulled off her sneakers, jeans, and sweater, and crawled into bed, praying that Micah would travel in safety, thanking God that her parents hadn't been harmed.
She tried to focus on putting her life back together, tried to think of a plot for her next mystery, which was due at the end of the year, but to no avail.
Micah was gone from her life, and nothing else mattered.
"Well," Delores said after Lainey had gone to bed, "what do you make of that? Spaceships, indeed!"
"Lainey's always had a vivid imagination," Ralph said, chuckling. "Remember that time she thought her closet was haunted? Still…" He rubbed a hand along his jaw. "There's something strange going on here, Dee. I don't believe for a minute that Micah's from outer space, but people are looking for him. Maybe he's involved in some sort of mob activity or something. Whatever's going on, I think we'd better cancel that trip to Palm Springs and stick close to home, just in case."
He sat in the car across the street from the St. John house, an unlit cigar clamped between his teeth. Gene and Mac had disappeared. He assumed they were dead, killed by the alien. But it was the fact that the girl had come home alone that concerned him. What did it mean?
Turning the key in the ignition, he pulled away from the curb. The girl had come home alone. Did that mean the alien had escaped and headed home, or was he merely lying low?
Frowning, he turned down the alley that ran behind his house.
The alien was gone, at least for now, but there was always a chance he'd come back for the girl.
And Red LeMans would be waiting for him.
Dressed in his official Fleet uniform, Micah stood in front of his superiors, his face impassive as the Minister of Flight enumerated the charges that had been filed against him.
It was quite a lengthy list. Most of the charges were of little consequence, but his failure to follow standard procedures after the crash, coupled with his admission that he had intentionally put off signaling his sister ship, were charges to be reckoned with. And the fact that he had not only let an earthling see him, but had lived with her and told her about Xanthian ways, only made things worse. And yet it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. He had answered their questions honestly, not caring what anyone thought, not caring that he was likely ruining what had been an outstanding career. He had told them everything except the most important thing.
Pergith had been called to testify. Micah had felt the commander's sympathetic gaze as Pergith related all that had happened on his ship from the time Micah and the woman had come on board until the time the woman had been returned to Earth.
Told in a straightforward manner, fact upon fact, Micah's behavior sounded irrational, unacceptable. He wasn't surprised when he was stripped of his flight status and rank for the duration of a solar year. He was also denied the right to leave Xanthia during that period.
Pergith was waiting for him in the hallway when Micah left the Minister of Flight's chambers. Micah would have passed him by, but Pergith grabbed him by the arm.
"I am sorry, Zermicazyne," he said. "I never thought the penalty would be so severe."
"Didn't you?" Micah stared at his old friend, and Pergith released his hold on Micah's arm.
"I wish you would join me for a late meal," Pergith said.
"No."
"We have been friends for many years," Pergith remarked quietly. "What I did, I did because I thought it was best for you. And for the Earth woman."
"Her name is Lainey," Micah said softly. "Lainey St. John."
He stared past Pergith, his heart aching with the knowled
ge that he would never see her again. He took a deep breath and expelled it in a long, slow sigh. "Farewell, Pergith."
"You will not forgive me for this?"
"No."
Pergith inclined his head in a formal gesture. "Very well. I will not trouble you again."
Micah watched Pergith walk away. He stood there for a long moment, feeling more alone than he could ever remember, and then he left the building.
Adana was waiting for him outside. He had forgotten how lovely she was. Her hair, so blond it was almost white, fell to her waist in a mass of soft waves. Her eyes were as blue as earth's sky, her skin a smooth golden brown.
"Zermicazyne," she said, slipping her arm through his in an uncharacteristic display of affection. "I have missed you."
Micah nodded, wishing he could say he had missed her, too, and that it was good to be home. But it would only be a lie, and so he remained silent.
"What happened in there?" Adana asked in gentle concern.
"I was stripped of my rank and my flight status and admonished not to leave Xanthia."
"I am sorry. I know how much flying means to you." She squeezed his arm. "But perhaps some good will come of it."
"What do you mean?"
A faint blush tinged her cheeks. "You were scheduled for an exploratory flight to Delton Seven when you returned from your last mission, but now that you've been… now that you will not be leaving, we can expedite the date of our joining."
Her softly spoken words hit him like an iron fist. He had given his word, his pledge, to join with Adana. Speechless, he stared into the depths of her eyes and wondered how he could possibly fulfill his commitment now.
He remembered Lainey's words, spoken in hurt and fear: Go home and join with Adana. She'll probably give you a hundred sons. He thought of the nights spent in Lainey's arms, the attraction that had flowed between them, the way his heart had swelled with love whenever she was near.
In Lainey's arms, he had learned the true meaning of love, of caring and sharing. How could he join with Adana, plant his seed within her womb, knowing their progeny would be raised by others? If he was to have offspring, he wanted them to be nurtured by Lainey. Lainey who so badly wanted a child and could never have one.
Lainey… The thought of never seeing her again slashed through his heart like a laser blast.
Adana was looking up at him, her expression worried. "Is something wrong, Zermicazyne? I'm sorry if I spoke out of turn. Perhaps now isn't the time to discuss intimate matters."
She was smiling at him, the look in her eyes asking for his forgiveness.
"I am sorry, Adana," he said. "I… I have a lot on my mind right now."
"Of course." She gave his arm an understanding squeeze. "We can talk about it later."
"Yes," he said in a strangled voice. "Later."
Micah watched Adana walk away. Joining wasn't quite as casual as he had made it sound when he spoke of it to Lainey. There were gifts to be exchanged, blessings to be obtained from the High Church, medical examinations to ensure that they were both in good health, mentally and physically.
Each requirement suddenly seemed like an obstacle that couldn't be overcome. The thought of buying Adana a gift reminded him of the bracelet he had bought for Lainey; obtaining a blessing from the church reminded him that he had asked Lainey to marry him—to be his woman, not just until a child was conceived, but forever.
Joining with Adana, which he had once viewed as no more than an obligation to be fulfilled and forgotten, now filled him with dread. And yet, how could he refuse? It was expected of him, just as total allegiance to Xanthia was expected of him.
He walked out of the city, needing to be alone. A narrow path ran alongside the river that supplied the city with water.
Stripping off his uniform shirt and boots, Micah cleared his mind and began to run, losing himself in the sheer physical act of running.
His pace quickened as the miles went by. His legs ached, his side felt as if it were on fire; perspiration dripped from his body, and still he ran. But no matter how fast he ran, how far he went, he couldn't outrun Lainey's memory, couldn't run away from the fact that he'd been grounded for a solar year; couldn't run away from the knowledge that, sooner or later, he would have to fulfill his obligation and join with Adana.
He ran until his legs refused to obey, until the pain in his side forced him to stop. Dropping to the ground, he threw back his head and loosed all his pain and frustration in a long anguished cry.
He sat there for a long time, reviewing his past, his life on Xanthia, the numerous flight honors and commendations he had accumulated in the last fifteen years. He thought of how little he had to live for on Xanthia, and how much waited for him on Earth.
Sitting there, gazing at the city that glowed beneath a pale pink sky, he bade a silent farewell to his old life. If all went well, he would soon be with Lainey. If he failed…
A wry smile lifted a corner of his mouth. If he failed, all his problems would be over.
Permanently.
Lainey glanced over her shoulder, unable to shake the feeling that she was being watched, but there was no one there.
Another bizarre manifestation of being pregnant, no doubt. Pregnant! Numerous doctors had assured her that it was impossible, that she would never conceive, and yet here she was, five months pregnant, and the father was thousands, millions, of miles away, totally unaware that he was going to have a child.
When she had asked the doctor how such a thing was possible when she had been told time and again that she was barren, he had only shrugged and smiled, somewhat sheepishly. We are not infallible, he had replied. Couples who have been told pregnancy is impossible often conceive once they stop trying so hard, or they adopt a child.
Unlocking the door, she went into the kitchen and put the groceries away, then went into the living room and sank down on the sofa, her hands resting on the swell of her stomach.
Pregnant. She had never contemplated the discomforts of being pregnant when she had dreamed of having a baby; she had thought only of the joy of having a child.
That joy was hard to recall now. She had been nauseated the first three months. Her ankles were swollen. Her breasts were tender. She cried at the least provocation.
She managed to keep busy during the day, but at night she was haunted by memories of Micah, of dreams filled with bizarre landscapes, of nightmare images of deformed babies with blue skin and webbed hands and feet.
She was carrying an alien baby.
Her emotions were out of control, soaring to heights of great joy and plunging into the depths of despair. If not for the support of her parents, she was certain she'd have lost her mind. Her mother came by every day to make sure she was all right; her father called from work, and stopped by on his way home.
They brought her silly gifts to make her smile, and a crib for the baby. Her parents painted the spare bedroom a soft shade of yellow. Her father bought a baseball glove; her mother bought a doll. They drove her to the doctor, took her out to dinner, to the movies.
She loved them all the more for their patience and concern, but late at night, after her parents had gone home, she was alone with her fears, and with the ever-increasing certainty that someone was following her.
Chapter Twenty-One
He took nothing with him, no mementos of his past, nothing to remind him of what he was leaving behind.
Clad in a pair of black breeches, a long-sleeved black tunic, and black boots, Micah took a last look at the spacious rooms that had been his home for the last ten solar years. The walls throughout were a restful shade of blue reminiscent of earth's sky; the furniture was sparse and functional. A shelf that took up an entire wall held an assortment of souvenirs from distant planets, as well as the numerous awards and citations he had received for meritorious service in the Fleet.
Gazing at the main living space, he thought how sterile it was, how empty, when compared to Lainey's house, which was cluttered with unicorns
made of glass and pewter and crystal, with colorful pots of dried flowers, paintings, books, framed photos of people she cared for.
With a last look around, Micah closed the door and made his way across the compound to his shuttlecraft.
A short time later, he landed on the far reaches of the space station and made his way to the landing bay. Standing in the shadows, he picked out the craft he wanted, a sleek two-man ship that was big enough, and carried fuel enough, for a flight to Earth. It was the fastest long-range fighter in the Fleet, equipped with all the latest technological marvels.
Stealing the fighter went against everything he believed in, everything he had been taught, yet it was the only way. With his flight rank and status canceled, the tower wouldn't give him clearance to leave Xanthia. And so he would steal a ship and sneak away, a crime far greater than any other of which he had been accused. But it couldn't be helped.
Taking a deep breath, Micah crossed the distance to the ship, climbed in, and did a quick pre-flight check of the controls. Everything was in order; the galley was stocked, the fuel tanks were full, all emergency equipment was in place.
He set the proper coordinates, then sat back and waited. He didn't have to wait long. An Orizzon transport was getting ready to take off.
Slowly, the big bay doors began to open. It was now or never.
Muttering a hurried prayer, Micah fired up the engine and roared out of the dock ahead of the transport, soaring into the darkness, his spacecraft, and his thoughts, racing toward earth.
If all went well, if the ship didn't malfunction, if the Minister of Flight didn't send anyone after him, he would be with Lainey in three Earth months.
Lainey sat in her car, staring at the old Grayson place. She didn't know what had possessed her to drive up to the mansion in the middle of the night, probably just another foolish whim brought on by being eight months pregnant, like her craving for dill pickles and watermelon.
Still, just being there made her feel closer to Micah… Micah, who was never out of her thoughts. Micah, who had probably gone back to his old life… joined with Adana…
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