Do The Time Warp

Chapter 4
“Time Served”

By
Brenna Dawkins

~This chapter may contain some adult situations and imagery. ~  

    Tat’iana was VERY bored!  Only Phantom’s occasional visit helped to aleve the feeling of isolation she sometimes felt what being effectively trapped in Hawk Haven.  She missed having Seymour around and found herself thinking of him often, which surprised her.  Back in Russia, she had no time to form real relationships because of her war efforts and now, she had time enough on her hands and no one to waist it with.

    He hadn’t come to visit her since he had left.  Was he truly so busy that he couldn’t come and visit, even for just a little while?  Or was it something else?  She hugged herself, wanting to think of more pleasant things but nothing came to mind.  Then the pain in the back of her neck sprung suddenly on her.  It hit her so hard and so without warning that she staggered and was momentarily blinded.  She cried out and tried to find her balance and had her arms out to try to grab hold of something.  She heard the ever-vigilant Sonic give out an anxious squawk and if she could see, she’d have seen him leave her side for the first time since he’d been given to her, going out the door in search of a Silverhawk.

    The pain grew and she grit her teeth.  She dropped to her knees and her left hand reached for the neck apparatus that for some reason was just now inflicting harm upon her.  The pain seemed to radiate from a point in her spine where the damning thing penetrated and it shot out all the way to her toes and finger tips so that her hands couldn’t keep from shaking.  She was still blinded, by what, she didn’t know and she was terrified.  Was it permanent?  A headache was born and she bowed forward, curling herself into a tight ball, trying to will the pain away.

    “Tat’iana!”  She heard Will’s deep voice, full of worry.  Heard him run towards her.

    “Steel Will, something’s… happen…ing….” and then Tat’iana passed out.     


    On Brim*Star Hardware had never felt so giddy before the new ship arrived.  He poked and prodded and assured himself that the biounit he attached to Tat’iana would not need any augmentation when it came time to place Tat’iana at the helm.  Their spies had been very accurate.  The technology the Bedlaman’s used was something he’d never seen before, but not something he couldn’t grasp… eventually.  He was able to get around most of the code the spies had sent him and he knew what he had to do to get one they could control to fly the ship. There had been a lot of kinks in their plan.  Things went wrong.  

    The scientists they had originally wanted and needed all ended up dead in the struggle to obtain them and their secrets they hoped to take to the grave with them.  Tat’iana, the daughter of the brains behind the weapon they sought, had been their last salvation.  Trapped in her brain were the plans that they had needed.  They had taken her and discovered that she also happened to meet the special requirements needed to fly the ship.  The ship was a bioship.  It had to have a living organism to help fly it.  Its fuel was the organism’s blood, but it was economical, it could take what it needed without harming the host organism.  But that wasn’t what attracted the Mob.  It was the fact that it could also travel at the speed of thought.  Wherever, whenever you wanted to go, the host had ultimate control of destination without the dangers or inconveniences of wormhole travel.  

    Hardware looked at his timepiece and grinned.  The attachment should be doing a final dump of its contents in their future host symbiot, Tat’iana.  They’d be getting her back soon, he just had to figure the in’s and out’s of the thought ship first.  

    
    Zeeke was running off at the mouth again, but Seymour wasn’t paying attention.  He had been trying, rather unsuccessfully, to think of a good excuse to go to Hawk Haven without an invitation.  He had to see Tat’iana again.  Wait.  That was it!  If he could just get up the nerve, he could offer Tat’iana a chance to temporarily escape Hawk Haven.  He could take her on a tour of Limbo.  He sighed as he was reminded of Zeeke beside him.  He had to get rid of the nuisance so he could spend some time alone with the girl.

    “Hey, Zeeke, you can go ahead and take the rest of the day off.  I got it from here.”  He said.

    Zeeke shrugged and didn’t argue for a change.  The beak didn’t even wait for Seymour to pull over and just opened up the door and flew out into space.  Relieved, Seymour stirred up some courage and headed towards Haven.

    When he set the cab down in the hanger, he noticed the lack of activity and didn’t like it.  He wandered deeper into the heart of Haven and looked for Tat’iana.  He finally found a grouping of Silverhawks in the infirmary, where he had spent too much of his time at one point.  What was going on?  Then he saw someone lying on the med table that he’d been on.  Oh dear… he quietly entered the room to get a closer look at who was on the table.

    It was Tat’iana.  Hey, what was going on?  

    “What happened?”  Seymour blurted out.

    The Silverhawks turned around, startled that he had just appeared out of nowhere.  

    “Seymour.”  Steel Heart said.  “We have no idea what’s happening to Tat’iana.  That thing in her neck just released a massive dose of whatever it is that’s its been slowly pumping into her and she had a bad reaction to it.  She’s stable now.”
    
    Seymour swallowed and looked up at the prone form of Tat’iana.  His plans dashed in one fell swoop.  Those Mob bastards!  What had they done to her?  

    He overheard the twins talking quietly back and forth to each other.  “I think it’s attacking her immune system.  But I can’t be sure.”

    Will whispered back, “But why?  For what reason?”

    Quicksilver looked at the readout, “Who knows what twisted reasons the Mob can come up with.  At least she seems to be all right, for now.  Keep an eye out for any changes, okay?”

    The twins nodded and Jonathan left the room.  So Seymour stayed the rest of the day.  He dined alone in the mess hall and had drug a chair into the infirmary so he could watch over her while the Silverhawks had to go about protecting Limbo.  This was not exactly what he had in mind as a first date.  Yes, he had finally admitted it to himself.  He wanted to be with her.  She stirred things in him that he hadn’t felt in years.  Eventually he fell asleep in his chair.

    Tat’iana woke finally.  The pain was past and she found herself lying flat out on the med table.  She looked about her and smiled when she saw the sleeping figure of the cabbie beside the bed.  No one else was in the room and she enjoyed the painless quiet for a moment.  Sonic was there.  She finally spotted him.  He sat on a perch on the wall and cocked his head as he noticed her wake.  It was the first sort of personal gesture she’d ever seen out of the hawk.  Was he finally warming up to her?

    “You’re awake!  How do you feel?”

    She turned her head to see Seymour standing in his chair so he could actually look at her.  

    Tat’iana rewarded him with a smile, “I feel much better, thanks.  What are you doing here?”  She was glad to see him but curious as to what his reason may have been.

    “Um, well,” Seymour said nervously, “I was going to see if you would be interested in me giving you a tour of Limbo.”

    Tat’iana’s smile broadened.  That was so sweet!  “Can I take a rain check on that offer?”

    Now was Seymour’s turn to smile, “You bet.  As soon as you’re well enough.”


    A few days later, Tat’iana left Hawk Haven for the first time since she arrived.  It was a much more pleasant ride in the cab than her first time.  Seymour played tour guide and Tat’iana enjoyed herself immensely.  Sonic flew beside them the whole way.  Tat’iana crawled about inside the cab for better views.  He wasn’t cleared by the Silverhawks to take her to Bedlama for fear of the Mob but he did a fly by of it and Tat’iana looked at the breathtaking view with a new sense of wonder.  From a distance, it looked much like Earth.  One day, she’d get down there to see for herself.  

    Seymour made for a good guide.  He knew where everything was in Limbo.  He also explained to her in great detail, the places they were not allowed to go, such as Bedlama and the Light Year Limit.  She ate it up and was disappointed when the tour was over with.

    “When will I see you again?”  She had gotten out of the cab, standing in the safety of the hanger.  She was beside the driver’s door.

    That took Seymour by surprise.  He hadn’t really expected her request.  It bolstered his confidence and he replied, “I can come by to tomorrow, if you like.”
    
    “I’ll be waiting.  And again, thanks for the tour!”

    She watched him drive off and happily went to her quarters with Sonic on her shoulder.  She was in a good mood for a change. After all that’s happened to her lately, she was due for some happiness.

    She absently stroked Sonic’s feathered chest and was further pleased at his acceptance of her attentions.  Maybe her little emergency had softened the great bird towards her.  He still watched her, but only directed his full tilt aggressive gaze at others who came near her.  Unfortunately, Seymour still was favored with one of those glares.  She took her shower and afterwards gazed out her window at the view of Bedlama as she dried her short hair.  Maybe, once all the trouble with the Mob finally died down, she’d make it down there.  Phantom had suggested a few ideas that had appealed to her.  She could make herself a new life there.

    When she fell asleep, her neck ached a little, but that was it.  The next day, she eagerly waited for Seymour’s arrival.  Thank God Phantom had taught her how to properly work the kitchen equipment.  She fixed them dinner and advised that the Silverhawks eat elsewhere for their evening meal that only got a few knowing chuckles out of them as they had an inkling of her plans.  She blushed, but she didn’t bother to argue or correct them.  She wasn’t going to deny her intentions.  And if all the Silverhawks knew, then so be it.  In fact, they were quite encouraging.  They seemed to be downright pleased and were enthusiastic in helping her decide what to cook.  Even Will, helped.

    Once she was certain that she could take things from a point, they left her, but not without all the hawks guarding her.  

    Seymour arrived in the hanger just as all the Silverhawks were taking their places in the Miraj.  “Where are you guys going?”  He wondered.

    Bluegrass tipped his hat at Seymour from his post in the cockpit, “Giving ya’ll a chance to have a nice, quiet dinner for two.  Have fun, kiddies!”

    Seymour was stunned to silence and watched as the Hawks flew away.  Dinner for two, he thought and tugged on his scarf nervously.  He went straight to the mess hall where a wonderful scent led the way.  Bluegrass wasn’t kidding.  One of the tables by the window was arranged with Bedlaman settings and some Bedlaman wine.

    “It smells great.”  He said by way of greeting.  She was getting the last of it out of the oven.  “I was going to ask you what you had wanted to do today, but I hadn’t been expecting this.”  He said honestly.

    “I wanted to thank you for your tour, sort of pay you back for your time lost when you could have been making a buck.  Is it all right?”  She asked.

    He nodded, unable to think of anything halfway intelligent to say.  
    
    “Sit at the table, I’ll bring the dinner.”

    Tat’iana was not blind.  Apparently neither was Seymour.  She knew she was of fair looks and had not missed the way the cabbie always looked at her.  She had done nothing about it at first, quite satisfied that they had a firm friendship, bonded by their Brim*Star experience.  But lately she decided that perhaps she wanted a bit more.  

    “So, we got some beef ribs from Earth, some seasonal Bedlaman vegetables, Mimian salad, and my grandfather’s mashed potatoes.  I was assured this fare was suitable here?”  She set the transparent plastic platter on a nearby table.

    “More than suitable.”  He assured her looking at the still sizzling ribs dripping in their own juices.  The smell was heavenly.  He hadn’t eaten this well in years.  When you’re single, you tend not to cook just for yourself, too much trouble.  He’d gotten used to diner food.  This was, by his standards, extravagant and a very good sign, he hoped.

    They ate the well-prepared meal and the conversation survived with small talk.  It truly was the best thing he’d eaten in a long time.  He hadn’t minded giving up a few hours out of flying time to be with Tat’iana yesterday.  She need’nt have worried about paying him back.  But he was glad she did all the same.  All throughout dinner, he had been trying to figure some way to make his intentions towards her known.  He could only think of one.  But the trouble was how.

    He helped her clean up.  It had been a pleasant evening and he didn’t want it to draw to a close.  They still laughed and chatted throughout the clean up.  She told him stories about home, mostly about her war experiences.  He’d been impressed.  He didn’t know she was a war veteran.  He understood her feelings of isolation.  Not many of his kind took to the space around Bedlama.  He spent most of his time alone.  That seemed to be one thing they shared.  In an empathetic moment, he took a risk and hugged her.

    Seymour was very aware of her closeness and swallowed, preparing to release her if he had misread her signals and his contact was indeed unwelcome.  But she didn’t stiffen, and much to his delight, she hugged him tighter.  But her next move caught him totally unawares and brought him to full arousal as she snaked her hand down and twined her slender fingers about his antenna.  His breath caught at that contact and he gripped her tighter, willing for her to continue.  She did and his heart raced, hardly able to believe that someone so beautiful was doing this to him.  Both her hands now worked over his antenna and he was barely aware that he was shuddering in her arms and stifled a moan as he pressed his face into her chest.  She responded with eagerness to his obvious stimulus and knelt once more so her face was level to his and she leaned forward for their first kiss.

    Seymour’s head swam in that euphoric moment, his body charged with the sexual energy he had not experienced before.  Indeed, he’d never been with a woman.  His kind tended to mate for life and he had pretty much given up hope on ever bonding with anyone.  Of course, her being human could complicate matters.  He wouldn’t expect her to abide by his race’s views of marriage and would explain the way things were to her… but later.

    Boldly, he began to explore her body with his hands, amazed that such a hardy creature as she was so soft.  She submitted to his touch with a willingness that fueled his need.  And the two eventually found their way to bed and the ultimate pleasure that two lonely beings in the close quarters of a bedroom far from either’s home could find.


    Commander Stargazer walked out to the hanger where the twins were working on the Miraj as usual.  He spotted the cab sitting there.

    “I didn’t see Seymour come in this morning.”  He commented.
    
    Steel Heart looked up from her maintenance, grinning.  “That’s because he never left last night.”

    Stargazer blinked.  “What?  What reason could he have for staying…?” The Commander stopped.  “How long has this been going on?  Why didn’t I know about this?”

    “They are both adults, Commander.”  Bluegrass joined in.  “We have no right to lord over their personal lives.  Neither Seymour, nor Tat’iana are a part of the Silverhawks.  Let them sort it out on their own.”


    When Seymour woke, he was confused by his surroundings.  He was in a strange bed and a strange room.  Then he remembered and he was covered in a blanket of bliss.  He felt the warm and sumptuous body of Tat’iana spooning him, sweaty bare skin against sweaty bare skin.  Her arm lay across his body and it curled up in a slack position under his chin.  He fingered her hand affectionately.  He should tell her, but how would she react?  He wanted her to waken so he could tell her but he also didn’t want to spoil the perfect moment he had waited so long for.  

    He felt her breathing rhythm change as she slowly woke.  Her right arm that draped across him moved down with a predictable destination.  He held his breath and she gripped his naturally ribbed fifth appendage with eagerness to continue what they had been at all night long.  He let her do as she wished and she worked him until he came again.  He panted in the aftermath, her name still echoing in his ears.  By the Goddess of Bedlama, she was good! He thought.

    “Good morning, Seymour.”  She said quietly and hugged him closer.

    “For the first time, it is.”  He breathed.  He should tell her now.  He’d waited much too long.  He should have told her before they made love that night.  “Listen.  I have to tell you something about my people that’s, well, important in situations like, um, this.”

    “Yes?”  Her delicate fingers traced lightly over his body and his skin tingled at the contact.

    “Well, I know I should have told you earlier, but… I thought that it might not apply to you since you aren’t even from my planet.”

    “What’s bothering you, Seymour?”

    He sighed.  “When a male and a female of my species mate for the first time, well, that’s it.  It’s for life.  Technically, in the eyes of my people, we’re married.”  Of course, in their marriage ceremonies at home, the family of both the man and woman stayed in the room during the act, to be certain it was legitimate.  Then they would feast afterwards.  He wasn’t about to subject Tat’iana to such a spectacle.  Seymour waited for the loud protests.  

    To his astonishment, she laughed with gladness.  “I have waited a long time to find my soul mate.  For the first time, I’m glad I came to Limbo.”

    He grasped her hand, surprised at finding tears in his eyes.  She wasn’t upset.  She appeared to even accept the fact.  He couldn’t believe it.  Finally, after all this time he was married.  Then a thread of worry threatened to strangle his sudden happiness.  How would he be able to support a wife when he could barely support himself?

    “What do we do now?”  Tat’iana asked him.

    “Good question.”  He had no idea.  
    

    “I got it working, Boss.  Now we just need her to run the ship.”  Hardware told the Planet Master.  “I think I got the remote working again for long range finally after Mumbo accidentally broke it.  The receiver on Tat’iana’s biounit should be functioning.  The last of the drugs have worked through her system, her body should be able to accept the ship without rejecting it.”

    “Very good.”  Mon*Star was pleased.  Things were finally coming together.  They had managed to secure some plutonium, a fifty-pound ball and through systematic raids, had also acquired all the necessary components to make a very powerful atomic bomb.  It wouldn’t be the largest ever seen, but it would do the job.  All they had to do was drop it off at a key moment in time and make history how it was meant to be.  Mon*Star could barely maintain the patience needed for such an event to come to pass.  

“The bomb’s on board the ship.  Say, Boss, since it’s ours now, shouldn’t it have a name?”  Hardware liked all ships to have names.  He felt it bad luck to fly a ship that didn’t have a name.  Even the space limo’s all had names, though it was not widely known.  He had a tendency to name everything.

Mon*Star felt lenient that day because things were going so well, “Name it whatever you like, Hardware.”

“Whatever you say, Boss.”  Hardware looked at the ship with a possessiveness he often had with machines he’d tinkered with.  Soon, this would be the most powerful ship in all of Limbo.  All it needed was a few more adjustments and it’s pilot.  But the ship had to be ready to go before they called her back.  The bomb hadn’t been that difficult to build once they had all the components and had sorted out the instructions in Tat’iana’s mind.  That Earthling was coming in awful handy whether she knew it or not, Hardware mused to himself.


“Until this threat with the Mob is over with, she’s not going anywhere.”  Stargazer was behind his desk and tried to wrap his mind around the most recent current events.  Standing before him was the two newly weds.  He snorted.  As if things weren’t complicated enough around here, he thought as he stared down at a mildly guilty looking Seymour and a confused Tat’iana.  “Couldn’t you two have waited at least until we got a handle on things?”  

“It wasn’t as if we planned it.  It… just… happened.”  Seymour grunted, feeling torn between embarrassment and pride.

Steel Heart said, “Commander, you’re not making things any easier for them, if you don’t mind my saying so.”

“Well, I do mind!”  He barked.  “I have to keep things running around here.  I can’t do that if you people can’t control yourselves.  We have the Mob up to God knows what and Tat’iana’s got their interest piqued.  And now you two go and, well… how am I supposed protect Tat’iana when you do as you please?”

“Are we in trouble, Commander?”  Tat’iana asked, feeling like a child before her father and him finding her in the backseat with a boy.  

Stargazer scrubbed his face tiredly with his flesh hand and sighed.  “No.  Of course you two have the right to…” Stargazer felt uncomfortable going there, so he didn’t.  “Look, she’s going to have to stay here until the Mob looses interest in her.  That’s that.  You can come and go here as you please, Seymour.  I know the ways of your people and I can’t deny you that.  But please, I can’t take any more surprises.”  Stargazer grunted and leaned back into his chair.  I need a vacation, he thought.

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