Thursday, 13 October 2016

Michael Lee Harker, Intergalactic Sim of Mystery - Chapter Fourteen: Three Generations

























Alone in the hospital, Yuri had never felt more frightened in his life. He wasn't ready for this. What did he know about being a father? He hadn't prepared anything. But it was too late now - this baby was well on its way. 

He wanted his mother and father. He wanted Michael. And most of all, he wanted Crystal.

As a kindly doctor - another sworn to secrecy - approached him to let him know they were ready to perform the C-section, Yuri braced himself. No matter how he was feeling right now, and planned or otherwise, this child was going to need him, and he was determined to be a good parent right from the get-go. He settled down in the birthing suite, taking deep breaths - not only to cope with the pain, but to try and calm his nerves.





















As the procedure got under way, things were suddenly brought to a halt by the sound of the suite doors slamming against the walls. Yuri was alarmed - had he been discovered? Was someone going to take his child away? He desperately tried to look around from his laid position... and was rewarded with the most wonderful sight he'd ever seen.

"Crystal! You came back!"


























"Yuri! Thank God you're OK!" Crystal replied, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Look, I'm so, so sorry I went away - please, please, forgive me! I'll explain everything, I promise..."


























Yuri, smiling, shushed her gently.

"It's OK," he said. "None of that matters now. All that matters is that you're here with me."

He winced.

"And I think our baby will be here pretty soon, too."

Crystal knelt down beside him, grasping his hand gently, but firmly - stauch and supportive. Yuri turned his face towards her.

"Just promise me you won't go away again," he said.

Crystal squeezed his hand tighter.

"I'm not going anywhere," she answered. 

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Alice Moorcroft's house was just like your typical Earthling home: kitchen, living room, books and pot plants scattered here and there. Nothing about it gave any hint of its extra-terrestrial origins - except for its occupants. 

Safe from prying human eyes, Michael and Alice had allowed their disguises to dissolve, so they could see one another as they truly were. Michael was greatly moved when he saw that Alice had the same lavender-shade skin as he did.




















As Michael took a seat on the sofa, his hostess handed him a cup filled with warm turquoise liquid.

"Sixam plant tea," she said. "Give it a try."

Michael sipped it curiously. It had a sweet flavour, somewhat like fruit cocktail, but it wasn't too overpowering. In fact, it wasn't bad at all.

Alice settled down beside him, her eyes fixed upon him. She had waited so many years for the chance to meet her child. He would have questions to ask, no doubt, but it was only right that they be answered.

Michael finished the tea, licking his lips. Putting the cup onto a nearby table, he turned to face the older alien, smiling gently.

"So..." he began, "you are my mother."

Alice nodded.

"It all began many years ago on Sixam," she said. "There was a population crisis. To help save our species, it was decided that we should attempt to interbreed with other humanoid creatures. I was one of the many called forward to offer DNA. In our species, it is the male who becomes pregnant, and so, it was decided that my offering should be injected into a male abducted from the planet Earth."

"Gabriel Lee Harker."

"Indeed. We were not expecting a positive outcome, so it stunned us all when we learned he had conceived."

Her voice waivered.

"I... I wanted to keep you. I wanted Gabriel to stay with us until you were born. However, the researchers insisted that the male should raise the child in his natural environment, with no memory of the procedure. And so, he - and you - were returned to Earth, and I never got the chance to meet you."

Silence followed - neither party knowing quite what to say. Unable to find appropriate words, Michael reached over and gently took hold of his mother's hand.

"Still," Alice continued after a few moments, "it brought me comfort to know you were happy. I could sense that. Sixamian parents have a psychic bond with their children. Normally, it goes both ways, but it seems your partially human genetics denied you that ability."

"So I am indeed half-human?" Michael asked, changing the subject for a moment.

"Yes," Alice confirmed. "Gabriel is your father in every way. Your DNA is half of his and half of mine. Half-human, half-Sixamian." 

She continued.

"I tried to speak to you and send you messages in your dreams. From your disguise watch, I see at least one of them got through. I am glad it was that one, as it allowed you to have the safest and best possible life."

A thought came to Michael.

"And, Katerina...?"

Alice smiled.

"You may be my genetic son," she said, "but I respect that it is she you have always called "Mother". Please, continue to do so. I hold no resentment towards her. Quite the opposite, in fact. She raised you and loved you as though you were her own. I am eternally grateful to her, and thankful that she and your father later had Yuri to love alongside you."

Another pause.

"When I rose to the rank of Commander in my exploration party," Alice resumed, "I knew I had to come to Earth and find you. From my psychic bond, I was aware that you had become a great detective, and so, running a crime syndicate with my underlings as thieves seemed to be the best way to grab your attention without arousing suspicion."

Running over that last sentence again in her head, she giggled, and corrected herself.

"That is, suspicion to the fact that we are aliens."

Michael looked at her nervously.

"You do realise," he said sternly, "that I am duty-bound to arrest you?"

Alice shook her head.

"There is no need for that," she told him. "We did not harm anyone. Everything we have stolen will now be returned, and we will wipe the town's memories of the robberies. They will believe it was a hoax concocted by the papers. You and the other Sixamians will be the only ones who will know what really happened. We did not break the laws out of malice, my son - I just wanted to meet you so badly, and soon, we will have to go back home."

"But what about Yuri and Crystal...?"

"She is an exception," Alice told him. "I have given her indefinite leave to remain here on Earth. She may have been acting under orders, but her love for Yuri is entirely genuine. Besides, I know the pain of being separated from your child by a whole galaxy. I would not put anyone else through the same suffering."

She sighed. 

"I would stay here too," she said, "but I am needed back on Sixam. I must go back, whether I wish to or not."

Michael smiled.

"You... you will stay for a while longer, will you not?" he asked her. "Just so I can get to know you a bit better, and learn more about Sixam?"

Alice nodded.

"I will stay for as long as I can," she told him. "That is a promise."

Comforted by these words, Michael rose from the sofa.

"Forgive me, Mother, but I need to go. My nephew is about to be born."

"Nephew?" Alice asked. "How can you be sure the baby is a boy?"

"Oh, trust me... I know these things."

Alice got up, walked up to a bookshelf in the corner, and took down a metal box. Opening it, she removed its contents - some strange items of alien origin - and handed them over to Michael.


"Sixamian scientific tools. I want you to have them."

After Michael accepted the gifts with great gratitude, Alice grasped her son in a tight embrace.

























"I love you, Michael," she whispered. "Do not ever forget that."

"Fear not, Mother. I will not forget. I shall see you again soon."

Grinning, he pulled away, and ran out of the house. As the door closed behind him, Alice realised something, and called out.

"Michael! You have not reactivated your disguise!"

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In the evenings, Megumi liked to go for a walk through the neighbourhood. It allowed her to have some quiet time to herself, and gave her a chance to admire the stars. However, this night, her tranquil moment became one of terror as she saw an alien creature running towards her. She screamed at the top of her voice.

"Who - who are you?! What are you?! What do you want with me!?"

The alien stopped dead in its tracks. Much to Megumi's confusion, it seemed to be embarrassed. A familiar voice emerged from its mouth.

"Megumi! Oh my goodness, I am so sorry! Are you all right?"

Megumi gazed at the creature, utterly perplexed... until she managed to put a name to the voice.

"M... Michael?!"























The alien nodded.

"Yes, Megumi. It is I. This is what I really look like."

Megumi stared at him.

"You... you're an alien?"

"Half-alien," Michael explained. "I was conceived when Gabriel was abducted and experimented on."

He paused. Megumi noticed a hint of sorrow in his eyes.

"I... I wanted to tell you. For so long," Michael continued. "I have never cared for anyone like you, but I... I was so afraid. Forgive me."

Megumi slowly moved towards him, reached out, and gently brushed her hand along his cheek, feeling his cool skin. Her hand rose to brush against the tips of his pointed ear, which tickled Michael and caused him to giggle. Megumi moved closer still, until... her lips were upon his.

























As Michael gasped, stunned, Megumi suddenly realised what she had done and pulled away.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" she cried. "I wasn't thinking clearly! I - "

In silent response, Michael wrapped his arms around her, pulled her close once more, and kissed her passionately.

























As the two pulled away from one another, they were both blushing, but smiling. Megumi noticed that Michael's cheek took on a blue hue as opposed to the standard pink.

"So," Michael asked, "you do not mind that I am half-alien?"

"Well, it will take some getting used to," Megumi replied, "but I can't say I think any less of you. Just promise you won't probe me, or anything."

"What, you mean with this?"

Michael produced one of the scientific instruments with a theatrical flourish.




















As Megumi shrieked, Michael burst into a mad cackle.

"Oh, Megumi, the look on your face!" he managed to choke out between laughs. "Do not be afraid! I would never hurt you!"

Relived that he was joking, Megumi calmed down, and allowed herself a slight chuckle.

























"I shall talk to you about all this later," Michael said, suddenly serious. "But right now, I need to go. Yuri is having a baby!"

Quickly kissing Megumi's cheek, he pressed his watch, reactivated his disguise, and scurried off. It was a moment or two before Megumi took in his last few words.

"Wait!" she called after him. "What did you just say?!"

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In a small hospital cot, a newborn baby with lime-coloured skin wriggled around happily, his tiny dark eyes taking in all the sights of the world he had just entered. Stood before him was a blonde-haired male, smiling, with tears in his own eyes.

Yuri was meeting his son for the first time.

















































"He's perfect," he whispered, so overcome with joy he could barely say the words. "He is so, so perfect..."

Crystal smiled and approached the cot, wrapping her arm around Yuri's shoulders, and making no attempt to hide her own happy tears. After a few moments, Yuri kissed her and stepped aside, allowing her to have a better look at her child. She reached into the cot with a finger outstretched, and the infant grasped it in his little green hand.

"You're right, Yuri," Crystal said breathlessly. "He really is perfect."

























For the second time that night, the doors flew open as a figure raced inside. This time, it was Michael. He skidded to a stop when he saw Yuri.

"My brother!" he cried. "Is everything all right?!"

Yuri grinned, and threw his arms around him.

"Wonderful, Michael," he told him. "Everything is wonderful. I... I'm a daddy!"

Michael smiled, and gave his brother a quick hug.

"Then I am an uncle," he replied.

Crying and whimpering sounds emerged from the cot.

"Hush now, Michael," Crystal said.

"Oh - pardon me!" Michael gasped, lowering his voice. "Am I disturbing the little one?"

"Not at all..." Yuri told him.. and he grinned even wider.

"... it was him that Crystal was talking to."

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