After Diana went to sleep, Kor called his father, who answered brusquely. "What is it?" "Kil visited Diana today." Kor's father's face aged in a moment, his strength of will sapped by those simple words. "Did he hurt her?" "Not this time," Kor replied tightly. "But he frightened her. You need to do something about this, or I will." Kor's father looked suddenly haggard on the view screen, and he rubbed his aging blue face with a big hand. "I'll talk to him. If I he shows up again, let me know, and I'll talk to the institution." Kor felt a moment's regret that it had come to this, but truth was they should have done something about his brother a long time ago. There was something not right about the plague children, and it went far beyond their different skin tones and looks. Their entire psyche seemed damaged. Kil had remained free of the madness longer than most of his ilk. However, Kor finally gaining a mate, it seemed, might be the catalyst that finally
Diana sat nervously in Lisa's living room, whose turn it was to host the monthly mates' tea. Diana had giggled when Lisa told her about it. "Tea? Seriously?" Lisa had laughed too. "I know it sounds dumb, but apparently this is a long-standing Earth-wife tradition. A way of bringing us together to help us cope with our new lives and to find friends so we aren't so lonely for home." "Does it work?" "I guess, although to be honest, most of the chosens didn't leave much behind. It's like their ancestors look for women who have no real close family or friends. Someone who would welcome a fresh start." A chiming sound ended their deep discussion, and for the next while, a parade of women of varying styles and personalities came through, but the one thing they all had in common, make that two things they had in common, was they were all plump-nothing smaller than a size twelve, it seemed-and they all adored their husbands. All, that is, except for one woman who a
When Kor came home for dinner, Diana threw herself on him and clung to him desperately. He hugged her tightly. "What's wrong?" he asked with concern. "Did Kil come back?" Diana shook her head against him then, her voice breaking, told him, "Claire killed her mate and herself. She was pregnant, Kor. How could she do that? I know she was unhappy, but why?" Kor said nothing, just scooped Diana up and carried her to their living area, where he sat down with her cuddled on his lap. Diana shook in his arms and cried. She couldn't have even said why. She'd barely known Claire. She obviously didn't feel the same way about her marriage as Claire had. But Diana cried anyway. Cried for the loss of the life she knew, cried for the loss of the child who wasn't wanted, cried because she loved her husband but he would never say the words back because his culture didn't have a word to say love. And Kor, understanding her need to release, it seemed, just held her. He said not a
Diana rubbed her tummy and smiled as she pictured what grew inside. Her visit to the doctor with Lisa had confirmed it. I'm pregnant. Diana almost giggled as she pictured the headline back home, boldly displayed in a newspaper title. Woman Gives Birth to Blue Alien Baby. The physician who'd examined her had been unable to confirm the sex yet-that would have to wait a few more weeks-but the baby so far seemed healthy with a strong, rapid heartbeat, and Diana herself felt great. She couldn't wait to see Kor's face when she told him. She'd even set the romantic scene for her announcement. She'd picked flowers from her garden, not too many because her garden still was in the baby growth phrase but enough for some color. Then she perused her electronic cookbook looking for dishes that Kor's mother had mentioned were his favorites so she could order them with her built-in culinary chef. And finally Diana dressed in a soft pink veil gown, a color he said made her skin look rosy and edib
Diana didn't even register the splendor of the Oracle's palace, too intent on her mission, a purpose that the acolyte in front of her was impeding. "I want to speak to the Oracle," said Diana, tapping a foot impatiently. "Now." "But," said the flustered, veiled attendant, "you do not have an appointment. One cannot just show up and expect admittance. It's simply not done." "I don't care. I need to talk to her. She's the reason I'm on this goddamn planet and more miserable than I've ever been in my life. She owes it to me to at least speak to me." "Go home, and we will relay your request. If the Oracle chooses-" A voice interrupted. "She does choose," said the heavily veiled figure that appeared from seemingly nowhere. The acolyte gasped and dropped to the floor, head bowed. "You can take me to see her?" asked Diana. "I am her, child. Come and walk with me. Let us speak of what disturbs you so." The Oracle, a slight figure, gowned he
Diana watched the newscast and cried. They'd found him. Kor was alive! He looked battered and worse for wear, but he lived, and that was all that mattered. Diana smirked as she imagined Kil's reaction to the news of Kor's resurrection. Diana answered the vid comm and saw a jubilant Ele'Anor. "He's alive," she squealed, and Diana, too overcome, just nodded, her own eyes wet. "Do you want me to pick you up on the way to the hospital?" "Yes, please." Diana switched off the screen and, smiling, dressed in her best karimi. She paced, waiting for Ele'Anor, elation bubbling through her. When she heard the knock, she flew to the door and opened it, expecting to see her mother-in-law, but Kil hulked menacingly on her step instead. Diana's smile faltered for a moment before she injected steel into her voice and spine. "You need to leave. Kor is back." "His return changes nothing. You will be mine." Diana felt a flutter of fear at his snarled words.
Kor suffered the attentions of the healer, barely. He felt a desperate urge to see Diana. His mother came in a rush of veils, her face a mask of panic. "Kor!" "I'm fine, Mother. Now calm down. Where's Diana?" he said, peering around her robust form, looking for his mate. "I can see you're fine. It's Diana who's not. He's taken her, Kor." "What? Who's taken her?" Fear and anger gripped his heart in equal measures. "Kil. Lisa, your neighbor, saw him." "Where did they go?" asked Kor, ripping the tubes that were rehydrating him from his arms. "I don't know. Kil has somehow slipped the video relays." "I need some clothes," said Kor, realizing his state of undress when he pulled back the covers. His mother, ever one step ahead, opened her bag and dumped out pants and a shirt. "I don't have boots," she said, shrugging apologetically. Kor quickly dressed and cursed the fact that he didn't have an earpiece so he could contact Alp
Anxiousness kept Diana tense as she paced the confines of the room Kil had locked her in. Judging by the less than pristine conditions around her, she seemed to be aboard an older style spacecraft, one with a door that shut manually and locked from the outside. Diana cursed and railed and kicked at the walls and door to no avail. The only person aboard was Kil the psycho. Diana sank to the floor and drew up her knees to lean her head on. Closing her eyes, she felt the tears leaking from the corners as she thought of Kor, who waited for her in the hospital. A wait that would never end. Not to mention a child he will never know, she thought, hugging her hardened tummy. "Psst," came a whisper. Diana brought her head up off her knees. "Who's there?" she whispered back, a tiny thread of hope in the sound. "It's Alphie. Lucky for you I've been keeping an eye on Kil here, and I made sure to hop on this ship before he shut down communications." "Can you stop