Dealing With Consequences

Chapter 4

     Amara could feel his stare and opened her eyes reluctantly. They had just sat down a few moments ago. She had decided to completely ignore him until she figured out how to remedy the situation. It had worked when she was younger and having night terrors. Unfortunately, he hadn't gone away.

    She yawned and glanced over. His piercing gaze from the one eye that wasn't wrapped made her insides quiver. The blood she had smeared was now dry and cracking against his cheek.

She desperately wanted to be away from this man and yet felt a strange pull to him.

                "You are with child," he stated more than questioned. His gaze fell to Amara's stomach and then back to her eyes. Amara turned very pale and gasped in disbelief.

                "How could you possibly know," she stated in a hushed whisper. She glanced around to ensure no one else was on board yet. His eyebrows creased down but said nothing. "It's none of your business. I would appreciate it if you did not bring it up again."

                "The others don't know," he remarked.

                "No! I would like to keep it that way," she coldly barked. "My term is up after this and I would like to go home without damaging my reputation." She turned away from him and pulled down the backseat of the chair in front of her. There was a computer in the headrest with access to the medic's mainframe. "What is your name?"

               He frowned at her and glanced at the computer. She was adding in soldier's data obviously creating an identity for him.

                "T'ranthiom." She stopped typing for a second and bit on her lower lip.

                "What," she questioned.

                "My name human is T'ranthiom." She started tapping on the board displaying the keys.

           "Trent," she thought aloud.  She looked over at him with an eyebrow raised as if she expected something from him. He shook his head at her. "Don't like Trent? Then Theo? Tristan?"

                "What are you going on about human," he growled through his teeth.

                "Well, you can't go around as T'ranthiom. We need to humanize your name a bit," she barked back with a snap. He glanced at her with that blank expression again and nodded in understanding.

                "Tristan," she stated again glancing him over. "It will do. Tristan Lytle. My friend growing up had the last name Lytle. What do you think?" He glared at her in distaste. "Well if you don't like the name we can try something else."

                "I have a name human," he grumbled.

         "Tristan Lytle will suit for now." She started typing again and quickly added him to the database. "I have to find a team that is heading back into enemy lines again. I assume you can follow their orders and then break away on your territory correct?"

                He responded with a grunt. 

                She then recorded a message to base stating that she needed new tags for Tristan Lytle since his was lost in war. She leaned back in her seat and held her hand to her head.

                "I am a terrible daughter," she hoarsely got out. "She was a traitor to her people", is what she was thinking. He glanced over again and frowned. She placed her head against her headrest and closed her eyes again. He didn't say another word as they waited until the others were finished cleaning up the dead.

                Amara grumbled as the military issued black combat boots stomped up the stairs and into the chamber that Amara and T'ranthiom were sitting. The soldiers quickly found seats and adjusted. The one poked Amara in the shoulder and smiled.

                "Officer Tony," she coldly addressed him and he frowned.

                "Oh, come on Amara, you can't be mad at me for sending you back here," he whined at her. "You know your father would have demoted me if he had found out his daughter was getting burned out at the front lines." Amara turned and glared at him. "Hey you get to go home tomorrow. I have to answer to your father for at least another few years. You're aiming to become a healer, right? To think, I will know a healer." Tony started rambling on and Amara sighed under her breath.

"My father thought of the worst cover up for this pregnancy", she thought. "Tony, I'm not sure I will even get in. Don't get your hopes up alright?" I tried to negotiate with him. He laughed at me before taking his seat across from her.

"As if the general's daughter could fail at anything," he prodded. I rolled my eyes before facing forward again. The automated voice just announced their destination and was preparing to launch. Amara grabbed the seat rests tightly. Her knuckles turned white with the force. T'ranthiom glanced down at her movement.

"That's right Amara. Should we just knock you out now? You know, instead of waiting for you to panic." The entire cabin burst into fits of laughter. Amara's breathing became shallow and she was sweating.

"That's not helping Tony," she spat before pushing herself into the chair as hard as possible. Amara had the worst fear of flying in these automated hovercrafts. She had done the mathematics and discovered one in every sixty three ended in an accident that caused fatalities.

She caught T'ranthiom out of the corner of her eye. His eyes expressed pity.  She groaned and thought, "Great just what I need the Naih feeling sorry for me."

He slowly placed his hand on hers and started moving softly against her skin. It definitely distracted her from the force of the lift off the ground. Her heart was racing but she wasn't sure if it was from the fear of the ride or his intimate touch. He traced around a bit more before retracting his hand. Amara glanced down to see a faint red intricate mark fade into her skin and she looked up at him in panic. Her eyes widened and she gasped.

"What," she started before he smirked at her. Her eyelids became extremely heavy and she did all she could to fight the sleepiness. It quickly overtook her.