Alien Message_Alien Romance

by Amelia Wilson

  The man smiled wider. “That’s a lie, Miss Thompson.”

  “If you say so.”

  “Now, hold up, there,” Asa objected. “Don’t you go callin’ this lady a liar. That ain’t right. And just who the heck are you supposed to be, anyway?”

  “I’m Major Steven Grace, United States Air Force,” he said. “And the gentleman who is searching your upstairs rooms is Colonel Remigio Vasquez of Mexican Special Forces.”

  Asa scowled. “Seems he’s a bit out of his jurisdiction, don’t it?”

  Grace chuckled. “I know you’re a PhD candidate at the University of Austin, Mr. Brunner, so you can lose the good ol’ boy schtick.” His amicable demeanor melted. “I also know that you had Cooper and the aliens in this house, and I mean to find them.”

  Vasquez and two Mexican scientists descended the steps. One of the scientists was carrying an evidence bag containing shreds of fabric. The major and the colonel stepped out into the driveway, too far away for prying ears to hear what they were saying.

  “You all right, Joely?”

  She nodded. “Yeah. You?”

  Asa shrugged. “Considering I’m trussed up like a roasting chicken in my grandma’s house, I’m doin’ just fine. Never better.”

  She snorted. “Now who’s a liar?”

  Grace returned to the kitchen with four burly enlisted airmen. “You’re coming with us,” he announced to the two graduate students. “I’d say that it’s pretty likely that your academic careers are over.”

  Two of the men laid their hands on Asa’s arms, hooking him under the armpits and hauling him to his feet. He complained, “What the hell are you doing? Are you arresting me?”

  “Both of you, actually.” The major took a pair of sunglasses out of a pocket and slipped them over his eyes. The mirrored surfaces reflected Asa’s face back at him.

  The other airmen had picked Joely up off of the chair and put her down on her feet. She complained, “You can’t do this. I’m an American citizen. I know my rights!”

  “Do you really?” Grace chuckled.

  “Yes. And you can’t arrest us without reading us our Miranda rights.” Joely lifted her chin pugnaciously, clearly thinking she’d stumped him.

  Grace put his cover back on his head and smiled again. “We’re the military, ma’am,” he told her. “We can do whatever we damn well please.”

  Joely and Asa continued to protest, but their objections were ignored. Asa was deposited into the back of a black sedan with heavily-tinted windows, seated between two men in black suits. Joely was also taken from the airmen and pushed into a hummer with more black-suited agents. She was still arguing as the cars pulled away.

  Grace nodded to Vasquez, who turned to the Mexican soldiers attending him. “Quémalo,” he ordered. “Burn it down.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Sera woke only a few hours after falling asleep, her stomach sour and her head pounding. She opened her eyes and stared up at the grungy motel ceiling and the glass globe covering the lighting fixture, filled with dead bugs. There were speckled stains on the tiles above her head, and she was grateful she didn’t have a UV lamp, because there were just some things she didn’t want to know.

  She put her hand on her stomach, feeling it grumble, full of acid and not much else. She sighed and closed her eyes.

  She couldn’t believe her life now. Here she was, ensconced between two sleeping men from a distant planet, pregnant with a half-alien baby. She didn’t know which of the two men at her side were the father. Considering the way their bodies melded into one when they made love, it was entirely possible that they were both the father in some way that beggared understanding. She was a fugitive from at least two governments and possibly two armies, and there were killer aliens looking for her partners...and those killer aliens might be coming for Earth next.

  Two months ago, she’d been certain of who she was, and where she was going in her life. She was a tenured professor of archaeology and anthropology at the University of Austin. She’d finally gotten permission from two governments - the same ones currently pursuing her - to begin work on the dig of a lifetime. How many archaeologists get to open a brand new Mayan pyramid to exploration? Even more, how many female archaeologists get to direct their own excavations? She’d been on top of the world.

  How far away it all seemed now.

  Theyn shifted in his sleep, his hand sliding over her abdomen protectively. She turned to look into his face. His remarkable eyes were closed, but the tiny iridescent scales of his skin still shone in the dim light through the single curtained window. He had an artist’s dream of a face, she thought; gently swooping blond brows, a straight nose, a firm chin and a precisely-drawn jawline that looked like some sculptor’s masterpiece. His lips were softly parted as he dreamed, pink and kissable, and blond eyelashes spread like fans over his cheekbones. His hair was tousled, hanging to his shoulders in gentle waves. In truth, most everything about him was gentle, and she hadn’t been surprised to learn that of the two aliens, he was the most spiritual.

  On her other side, Beno slept with his face toward the door, his back against her side. She rolled toward him, careful not to dislodge Theyn’s hand, and considered his broad shoulders. He was muscular, and even in repose, his body was hard and masculine, shaped for strength. His dark hair was black, shorter than his partner’s but just as thick. His own scales reflected the light, and as she looked at him, she realized that his scales reflected in golds and greens, while Theyn’s scales reflected silver and blue. She hadn’t noticed that before, but then, she hadn’t taken the opportunity to really look at them until now.

  She sat up so she could see his face. His dark brows were straighter than Theyn’s, but still beautifully shaped. His nose, too, was straight, and his mouth was fuller than his partner’s, his lips softer and more pillowy. He had a strong, square jaw, and his eyelashes were long and soot-black.

  They were like night and day, these two, and yet they seemed to need each other to be complete. They had told her that Ylians were symbiotic, which made sense. She wondered what the partnering process was like when they were children, and if there was some sort of biochemical change that happened when they were matched to each other. It was hard for her to imagine Theyn without Beno, or vice versa.

  And now… now there would be a new little Ylian, and she might be Ylian, herself, at least in part. Theyn and Beno seemed to think that her family tree included refugees from their world, but if it did, that was news to her. She had never shown anything but human traits, and yet…there in the blood test, it was shining proof in her DNA. She wondered what their DNA looked like, and what that would mean for her baby.

  Her baby. She had never wanted a child. She had always believed that she would be the worst mother in the world, and that it would be a kindness to any future generations to not create them in the first place. Now she was pregnant, and she was overwhelmed with feelings of love and protectiveness toward the little life inside of her. She would never have thought herself capable of feeling such things, but here she was, being maternal.

  Beno stirred, awoken by the feeling of being watched. His eyes opened, glowing green like illuminated emeralds, and he smiled when he saw her. The smile started as a smirk and blossomed until it was full and friendly, and she smiled back.

  Good morning, she greeted. Or probably good evening is more appropriate.

  He ran a hand over his face and shifted so he could sit up. Theyn responded to the shifting weight on the mattress and woke, as well. He yawned and rolled onto his back, his hands on his stomach.

  “Are you hungry?” she asked him.

  He nodded. “Very.”

  “Me, too.”

  Beno stood and stretched. “I could eat.”

  She slid off the bed and did some stretching of her own. “I think I saw a greasy spoon on the way in here. I can go there and get us some food while you two lay low.”

  “A greasy spoon?” Theyn asked, confused. “How can y
ou obtain sufficient food for the three of us from a dirty cooking utensil?”

  Beno chuckled. “It’s a slang term. It means a restaurant of fairly low quality and cheap prices.”

  The blond shook his head. “I will never learn to speak appropriately here.”

  “Telepathy is very useful,” his partner said.

  Sera took some money from Beno’s bag, tucking a trio of twenties into her pocket. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

  She grabbed the car keys and ducked out of the room, leaving the boys to their own devices. Somehow, she was going to have to come up with a way for them to move around in the daylight without attracting suspicion. Maybe she could put makeup over their scales, and make sure they kept their dark glasses on. That would only help so much, but it was a start.

  It took longer to reach her destination than she had expected. She had to go practically all the way to the highway before she found it again. The restaurant was a tiny hole-in-the-wall sharing a parking lot with a dry cleaner and laundromat. The building was so filthy on the outside that she doubted anything going in would ever come out clean. She parked the car in front of the restaurant and went inside.

  There were only three patrons there when she walked in, so it wasn’t difficult to get the attention of one of the servers. The woman, a fifty-something with bags under her eyes and sagging orthopedic hose, handed her a menu and left her to make her selections.

  Can you eat meat?

  She wasn’t sure if Beno or Theyn could hear her, since she was quite a distance away. Beno’s response came with gratifying speed. We can, but Theyn prefers not to. Make him do it anyway.

  She chuckled. That’s rude.

  My job is to take care of him, because he can’t really be trusted to take care of himself. She could sense his smile despite the edgy words. If we can’t tolerate the food you bring, we’ll cope. It’s one way to find out what on Earth we can eat and what we can’t.

  She looked up and realized that an old man in the corner booth was staring at her, his amber brown eyes fixed on her face. His mouth turned down at the corner, and his white hair hung limply around his face. Something about the way he was watching her made her distinctly uncomfortable, and she looked away, wishing the waitress would come back.

  Right on cue, the woman returned to the counter and took her order, then rang up the purchase. Sera dumped the change into her pocket. She needed new clothes. Luckily this was the car Joely had driven, and her wallet and ID were in the glove compartment. She didn’t want to be driving around without her license.

  She nearly laughed at herself, and she stifled it quickly, afraid that if she started she wouldn’t stop. She was being chased by soldiers and had two fugitive aliens in her hotel room, but she was worried about getting in trouble at a traffic stop. Oh my God, she thought. Things could not be any stranger.

  Beno chuckled in her head, and it sounded a little cynical. Careful what you wish for, love.

  He had never called her ‘love’ before, and the emotional pop behind the pet name made her shiver. Did he love her? Wasn’t it too soon for such things? She’d never fallen in love with anyone, ever. How would she know if she had? Relationships were such confusing things, so fraught with nuance and messy details. She had never wanted a relationship.

  When she’d been growing up, her grandmother used to say, ‘if you want to make God laugh, tell Him your plans.’ She knew that life had a way of twisting itself in directions that couldn’t have been predicted. She had the cognitive understanding of the concept. Her current situation, though, was the first time she’d encountered that twisting and turning face to face. She didn’t like it.

  Or maybe she did. She didn’t know anymore.

  The waitress brought her order in a brown paper bag with the receipt stapled to the top. A greasy handprint decorated one side of the bag. She grabbed napkins and plastic ware on the way out of the restaurant.

  The old man rose and followed her out. She looked over her shoulder at him, then quickened her step, hurrying to her car. She unlocked the door with the key fob and opened it as soon as she reached it, flinging the bag onto the passenger seat. Before she could get into the car, the man pushed the door closed and nearly caught her hand in it. She jumped back with a yelp of surprise.

  “What do you want?” she demanded.

  He squinted at her, and he asked in Spanish, “What are you doing? Where are you from?”

  She switched idioms. “Get away from me,” she told him. “Leave me alone.”

  The man grabbed her wrist. “You’re not human!”

  She shook him off and shoved him, pushing him back several steps. It was enough space for her to get into the car and close and lock the door. He staggered back toward her, his gnarled hands beating on her window.

  “You’re not human!” he screamed. “Not human!”

  She put the car into reverse and peeled out of the parking space, leaving him standing and ranting in her rearview mirror. She could feel Theyn’s alarm and heard him through their link.

  Are you all right? Are you hurt?

  I’m fine, she answered, telling a little lie and hoping they’d let her get away with it. Her heart was pounding and she was full of adrenaline that made her hands shake. Just some crazy old coot.

  Beno is coming to you.

  What? How?

  Theyn sounded frustrated. He’s running. We have no other way to reach you.

  She huffed. Beno, go back to the hotel. I’m fine, and you’ll just attract attention.

  I’m camouflaged, he told her, his tone sounding annoyed. But I will return if you’re certain.

  I’m certain, she nodded. Even though he couldn’t see her, she knew he would feel the motion and know it for what it was.

  The drive back to the hotel seemed to take less time than the trip to the restaurant, but then, she was speeding the whole way. She parked outside their room, backing into the space so that the license plate was concealed. Beno appeared beside her, leaning on the car, and she let out a shriek in surprise.

  He held up his hands. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

  “Well don’t sneak up on me, then! Jesus!” She put a hand to her head. “Sorry… just feeling a little jumpy…”

  He opened the door and helped her out with a solicitous hand. “You’ll feel better after you eat.”

  “Maybe.”

  He carried the bag inside, and Theyn held the door for them. Once they were safely inside the room, he closed and barred the door, flipping the dead bolt and the door guard into place.

  “What happened?” Theyn asked, concerned.

  “There was this creepy ass old man at the restaurant,” she said, covering the shaking of her hands with the busy work of unpacking the bag. “He came up and grabbed me and kept saying that I wasn’t human. Weird, huh?”

  “Very.” Beno looked at her, not fooled and fully aware of how she was trembling. “Do you want me to go take care of him?”

  Sera and Theyn both chastised him at once. “Beno!”

  The dark-haired Ylian set his jaw and crossed his arms over his chest. “The longer we’re on the run, and the more we’re hunted, we’re going to have to start considering things like that. Especially after the baby comes.” He fixed a very serious look on his lovers. “I will not allow our child to become a captive to anyone, human or otherwise, and I will do what I have to do to prevent that.”

  Theyn sounded distressed. “Even kill?”

  “If that is what it takes, yes.”

  The blond shook his head. “No. We have always been a peaceful people.”

  “Yes, and look at what it got us,” Beno said angrily. “If we’d had a decent military, if we’d had weaponry like the Bothesans, if we’d fought back even once, maybe we wouldn’t have been so easy for the Taluans to destroy.”

  “But… our peaceful nature, our willingness to cooperate without violence, that is what has always made us Ylian,” Theyn protested. “We can’t
turn our backs on who we are now.”

  “This is about survival.”

  “And what is the good of surviving if we lose everything that we are?” The two men stared at one another, Theyn calm and sad, Beno angry and frustrated. Finally, Theyn said, “I forbid it. There will be no killing.”

  He glared fiercely, his teeth clenching but he ground out, “Yes, Your Highness.”

  Sera shook her head. “Now, hold on just a damn minute. Theyn, I appreciate what you’re trying to do, staying true to your ideals and everything, but Beno’s right. You are not in a position to be idealistic, at least not for now. If someone comes for you or me or this baby, you had better believe that I’m going to get medieval on their asses, and if they’re still able to walk away when I’m done, then that just means they’re lucky. And I don’t care what you forbid, because most of the people who are hunting us are human, and I know what humans are like. They will keep coming and coming until you prove to them that they need to stop.”

  Theyn looked at her, shocked, but she could see a spark of admiration in Beno’s eyes. He nodded to her in silent approval.

  “I…” The blond looked down. “I don’t know what to say.”

  They ate in silence, both because they were too hungry to take a breath between bites and because they didn’t want to speak. She wondered if anyone had ever really told Theyn ‘no’ before regarding something so profound; he was a prince, after all, so he was probably used to having people do whatever he said. Then again, he was paired with Beno, and she had already seen that the dark-haired Ylian was not shy about opposing his partner. They had an interesting dynamic.

  When the meal was over and Sera got up to clear off the table, Theyn motioned for her to stay seated and took care of the mess himself. She rested her chin in her hand and drummed her free fingertips against the table top until Beno put his own hand on top of them to stop her. She smiled at him apologetically.

  “I guess I’m feeling a little anxious,” she said.