the
creature pissing all over the floor. He decided right then and
there that this shuttle was going to be ejected into space the
moment he got out of it.
“Mm, Mel and I’ll clean this up,” Cal
finally said. “We’re used to things like this.”
“That’s okay,” Creon replied hoarsely. “I
didn’t like this shuttle anyway.”
Cal’s deep laugh drowned out the relieved
sighs as the shuttle finally landed. He wrapped his arm around
Melina’s shoulders as the back platform opened and the men rushed
for it. He felt her shoulders shaking with silent laughter. It was
good for both of them to laugh again.
“Not bad for a new beginning,” Cal murmured.
“He said he might take us home, Melina. If he does, we’ll be back
on the farm before you know it.”
Melina looked up into her grandfather’s
shining eyes and smiled, really smiled, for the first time in over
four years.
*.*.*
Melina stared with wide eyes at their new
‘home’. The huge male had ordered a warrior to escort them to a
repair bay on the same level as the landing area. Cal had insisted
that they clean up the shuttle before they moved in. Melinda’s lips
curved upward as she remembered that.
If she wanted to keep everyone away from
her, all she needed to do was have Hobbler pee and poop. The only
warrior that had remained close was the one ordered to escort them.
Even he had kept a fairly large distance from her, Cal, and Hobbler
as they cleaned up the mess before escorting them to the area that
would be their new, temporary home.
The only time when she had become scared was
shortly after they first arrived in the bay. She was adjusting a
barrier around the pen where Hobbler would be staying when the
doors to the bay opened and two men walked in. She recognized the
warrior from earlier, but not the other.
Her grandfather had snapped out for her to
stay with Hobbler as the new male, Tandor, introduced himself as
the medical officer. He wanted to do a thorough medical examination
of both of them.
Melina hadn’t heard her grandfather go off
like he had at the man in a long, long time. Maybe not since Stuart
Wilson went for a joy ride on the tractor her grandfather used to
plow the fields back home.
Stuart and his friends had been drunk one
Friday night after a football game and had snuck onto the farm. The
muscled linebacker had driven the tractor into the pond. Gramps had
been more concerned that Stuart or one of the other boys could have
been killed than about the old tractor.
He had made Stuart work the rest of the
school year and summer to pay for the damage done. Melina sighed as
she thought of that summer. It was the first time she had been
kissed. Gramps hadn’t been too happy about that either, now that
she thought back to it.
“I told you we don’t need a damn exam. The
boy and I are healthy as a horse,” Cal snapped loudly. “No one goes
near the boy, but me. No one.”
“I need to scan you both and make sure that
there are no parasites or other health issues. It is standard
procedure,” Tandor explained patiently.
“The Antrox made sure we were all clean,”
Cal responded stubbornly. “The bastards didn’t want anyone bringing
in something that could wipe out their stock. They may have worked
us to death, but they made damn sure that we weren’t contagious so
we could kill each other. Now get the hell out of here.”
“At least let me do a brief scan,” Tandor
suggested. “Just for my records. It will only take a moment.”
“No! You get your damn scanner out of here,”
Cal replied. “We’ll stay away from everyone. Don’t want to be
around anyone else anyway. The boy gets nervous when he’s around
people. Just leave us alone until you drop our asses back on Earth
and everything will be fine.”
Tandor released an exasperated sigh. “Surely
after so long alone, you and the boy would enjoy being able to
interact with some of the other personnel on board the warship?”
Tandor glanced at where Mel was