Copyright
1999, Lyta. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be re-posted in part
or in full without written permission from me.
Disclaimer:
Gene Roddenberry’s Earth: Final Conflict is copyright 1998, Tribune
Entertainment Co. Its characters are used without permission, no infringement
is intended.
Rating:
PG
Title:
Reconnecting: Liam
Author:
Lyta
Lyta_1028@yahoo.com
Summary:
Liam recognizes Belle in the hallway.
“Reconnecting:
Liam”
Liam Kincaid stormed angrily out of
Da’an’s chamber, intent on leaving and hoping he cooled off before tomorrow or
he would probably end up getting himself fired. His fingers barely had time to
brush against the door that would lead him into the embassy’s main hallway when
he heard an odd noise. The sound in itself was not unusual, but strange when
juxtaposed against his current surroundings.
“A baby?” Liam said aloud to no one in
particular. He caught a brief glimpse of a familiar blond woman in a blue dress
entering the very chamber he had left only moments before.
Belle Hartley. She was carrying the last
of the hybrid children in her arms.
Liam’s shock was such that he barely
registered Sandoval’s departure. He stood in the hallway for quite a while
before Belle emerged from the chamber sans the child. For a moment Liam was
convinced she would walk right past his location without stopping, but then
Belle paused and turned toward him.
“Major Kincaid!” Belle exclaimed in
surprise.
“Ms. Hartley.” Liam said carefully.
Unconsciously he rubbed the dormant shaquarava of his right hand as he thought
of the last time they had met. His own shaquarava might be gone now, but
sometimes Liam could still feel their familiar tingle of energy.
They stood there in awkward silence for
several minutes before Belle was able to summon the courage to something to say
to him.
“I’m so sorry.” She whispered and scurried
off down the hall leaving a stunned Liam in her wake.
Liam collected himself and headed back to
Da’an’s chamber. The Taelon was sharing with the hybrid infant. Not wishing to
disturb them, Liam waited patiently until Da’an looked in his direction.
“Major.” The Taelon acknowledged warily.
“I saw Ms. Hartley in the hall.” Liam said
simply.
“Agent Sandoval located her.”
“I
figured that much when I saw him leave.”
Da’an tilted his head to look at his
protector, his gaze questioning.
“I wasn’t spying on you Da’an. I heard the
baby.” Liam answered.
“Tell me Liam, were you like this once?”
Da’an asked indicating the child.
“Yes, but only for a few minutes. I grew
rather fast.” Liam said, his voice laced with regret.
“You sound as though you consider your
accelerated development to be a negative experience.” The Taelon noted.
“I just wish I could have a been a child
longer.” Liam said wistfully thinking of what might have been. Memories from
his parent’s childhood flitted across his mind. He never had the opportunity to
believe in Santa Claus, the Easter bunny or the Tooth Fairy. For him there were
no high school yearbooks, prom pictures, or first days of school. He never
brought finger paintings home to his mother to hang on the refrigerator with
alphabet magnets or listened to an adult read him The Cat in the Hat before bedtime.
“You are still a child.” Da’an reminded
him.
“You know that. I know that, and a few of
my…friends know that, but to the world I’m an adult and expected to act as
such.” Liam explained. “I am a child by the Kimeran definition and that of
Taelons, but the Human meaning is different.”
“Is it such a burden that your heritage
must be hidden?” Da’an asked, genuinely curious.
“Yes.” Liam said softly gazing down at his
palms in sadness. He gave Da’an the Taelon salute and departed quickly.
Da’an considered this new insight into his
protector. He had known that his attempts to sever Liam’s ties to the
Resistance might backfire, but had not seriously believed that it would or
probed the potential consequences in depth. He still maintained that the
Resistance was a negative influence, but now saw that Liam depended on Augur to
understand him, especially with the death of Captain Marquette.