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B7 The Ends: The Self Divided - Chapter 24 
6th-Oct-2009 02:13 pm

Category: Drama, Humour
Rating: Gen
1st Story of From the Ends to the Beginning

Introduction: Sester seeks help. Argus and Wolf discuss clothing choices.

Note: In the addendum, there is a beautiful Avon, Cally and Wolf scene written by darrowsgirl.

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Sester leaned back in his seat. The flight couch moulded to his contours and with the dim lighting of the observer craft, it was almost like being in an artificial womb. He absently drew his fingers along the edge of the flight panel, the slightly bumpy texture keeping him anchored even as his mind drifted in thought. One of these days, it may never come back. Sester sighed. He was in a peculiar mood, even more than usual.

What would it be like to be a disembodied intelligence? Not that he would consider it seriously. There were some advantages to having a corporeal form, despite the few minor irritations. And Kirsten might object. A grin played at the corners of his mouth. There were distinct advantages, not to mention quite a few pleasures he was unwilling to give up.

The last few days had been unexpected. Without his mind and his skills as a psychostrategist, he had been useless, unable to help with the Thaarn. He should have been able to provide a ready strategy to defeat the Thaarn, faster than the others.

Instead, he had been frozen in fear and panic and had run from Kirsten, Jenna and, he grimaced at what had happened with Reya. What almost happened.

The cushioning chair felt claustrophobic, trapping him in its confines. He had been making great strides in regaining his mental prowess and abilities but it wasn't enough. The sharpness that characterized him was missing and he suspected the unreasoning panic was still lurking. This would never do.

The computer reported, "Connections established."

Sester straightened up, his heart beating just a little faster. "Put it onscreen, computer."

There was a timeless quality about Guildmaster Venner. In his official black and silver colours, dark hair streaked with white and deep penetrating eyes, he was the unchangeable and commanding spirit of the Guild. "Charles."

Sester's throat was a bit too dry for his liking and he fought back the need to wet his dry lips. "Master."

Being without a fully functional mind was like being back in the punishment chamber, naked and vulnerable to his master's will. Panic gripped him but he refused to let it appear on his face. He couldn't face Venner like this, but it was because he couldn't, that he had to. The Guildmaster was the only one who could help him. This man had given him his identity.

Venner asked, "Do you have something to report?"

"Something's happened, sir."

"Tell me."

**********

After arranging for the care of his crew, and having his shoulder popped back into place, Argus, against the protests of the doctors, nipped back to his cabin to put on some clothes. He stretched his shoulder tentatively, wincing as it seemed to complain at his precipitous exit from the medical unit, and opened the wardrobe. Perhaps a lighter grey shirt.

Does it matter? asked the Wolf. The coverings do not look different.

It's a lighter shade.

It does not look very different. Wolf sounded grumpy.

Argus wondered if he was imagining the Wolf's attitude as he removed the shirt from the rack and shrugged it on carefully. His skin cringed and itched the moment it touched his flesh but he continued, resolutely determined to be fully clothed. The metal clasps snapped shut as he fastened them. Suddenly, he shivered and began to scratch all over. It was unbearable. Argus's eyes widened. Wolf! It's not that bad. Stop exaggerating.

The Wolf humphed and the itching eased to a light annoying sensation. The coverings itch.

You'll have to get used to it. I'm not going out naked again.

One was not naked.

Nearly naked is just as bad.

One's mate did not appear to think so.

Stop noticing!

Reya-mate, said the Wolf with an air of pride and affection, and a host of other feelings that made Argus very uncomfortable.

He shoved a leg into a pair of trousers. She's my mate.

Yes, one's mate, agreed the Wolf. Can one wear only the top covering?

No.

The Wolf exhaled sharply with displeasure. One does not understand why coverings are necessary.

It's a human custom.

It is a silly custom.

Well, as long as this is my body, we will follow the customs no matter how silly you think they are.

The Wolf harrumphed.

Argus completed his ensemble with a belt, cinching it tightly.

Must one squeeze one's tummy?

It's a belt, said Argus.

What is its purpose?

It holds my trousers up.

The Wolf tilted its head in puzzlement. The lower coverings were not falling down.

No, they weren't but… The Wolf was right. Why did people wear belts when they weren't required to hold trousers up? Argus had no idea. He sighed. It's another silly custom.

One would like to wear the colour blue.

Argus rolled his eyes to the ceiling and wondered if prayer would work even though it had been outlawed long ago in the Federation, along with all other religious expressions. Let me guess, you want me to find some blue clothes?

Reya-mate likes blue.

How did you…

At that moment, the door to the cabin slid open with a swish and Reya entered.

The Wolf's mouth opened with pleasure and its body reacted instantly to her presence. It swept her up in its arms and began kissing her with great fervour.

Reya was startled for a moment as she felt his clear intentions pressed up against her. His enthusiasm was infectious and her own body was responding. She began to share the kiss.

"Stop that!" Argus shouted, pushing Reya away from him.

"What's wrong?" She reached out and gently touched the injured area. "Is it your shoulder?"

He flinched away. "No. I'm sorry, Reya. It's…" How was he going to explain this? "You'd better sit down. I have something to tell you." He pulled over two seats, the cushioned pads sliding noiselessly across the floor.

Reya sat down and regarded him curiously. "What's this all about?"

He took the seat next to her and took a deep breath to steady himself for a gargantuan task. "I have a wolf inside me."

"You ate…a wolf?" she asked as she reached for his forehead. "Do you feel alright? Do you have a fever?"

Reya-mate is funny.

Argus grimaced and took her hand in his. "No, not a real wolf."

One is real, huffed the creature.

"When the Thaarn was playing with our minds, he brought out something inside me."

"I don't understand." She was very tempted to suggest he go to the medical unit for an examination.

Crinkles gathered between Argus's brows. How could he explain this so she wouldn't think he was as crazy as he felt? "I have another personality inside my mind. It comes across as a wolf."

Reya's words were slow and thoughtful. "You think the Thaarn is responsible for it?"

He sighed heavily. "I'm not sure. I think…" He massaged his temple as understanding dawned. "It's always been with me. It feels familiar."

Reya put her hand on his shoulder. "It's going to be alright."

His anxious eyes met hers. "How can it be, Reya? What if I'm part animal? What if becomes worse and I grow fangs or…" He shivered. "A coat of fur?"

One would like that, said the Wolf. Then one would not need itchy coverings.

"My feelings for you will never change." Reya brushed her fingers through his hair. "Not matter what happens. I think…you must be human. If you weren't, the Tellarans would've noticed when they did their exams."

"But what if it's just coming out now? What if the Thaarn's machine brought out the animal parts of me that were dormant?"

"Let's go to the medical unit."

**********

The medical unit was back to full staff as the various personnel filtered back to their duties.

Dr. Sun tapped an index finger on his pursed lips as he read the results of Argus's exam. "Genetically, you are undoubtedly human."

Argus slid from the bio-bed and let out a loud sigh. "That's a relief."

"But there is something different."

Argus winced. Just when things were looking up, someone had to dump a load of rain. "Different how?"

"Your genetic profile is similar to Avon's."

There were confused looks. Argus asked, "You mean, Avon and I are related?"

Sun shook his head. "No. You both have superior genetic material. You are predisposed to excellence."

"You mean…" Argus leaned back against the bed. "…I was created?"

"It's hard to tell without more sophisticated equipment. It is possible you are the end result of a eugenics program. Coupled with some genetic manipulation."

Reya had been looking over Sun's shoulder at the examination results. "Avon was part of a eugenics program."

"Then it is likely they were part of the same program."

"Can you tell anything about the wolf personality?" asked Reya.

"For that, we will need psych specialists. Unfortunately, none of us are. We would have to go back to Tellar."

Argus grimaced and his face had paled. "You mean I might be crazy?"

"No. We need to understand how this alternate personality developed. If, as you say, it predates the interference of the Thaarn, then the most logical conclusion would be that it was something done by the Federation."

Sun glanced at him with an uncertain look on his face. "There is a psych specialist onboard."

Reya had been watching Argus worriedly but she turned the doctor, "Who?"

"The psychostrategist."

Argus growled.

**********

After several hours with the Guildmaster, Sester was feeling his old self again.

Venner said, "This experience has been useful."

Sester nodded his head slightly, a shadow of a smile on his lips. "For both of us."

"Do you have anything to report?"

"You wanted me to inform you when I found one of Argus's military contacts."

Venner's eyebrows raised a little. "You've found one?"

"Admiral Tarkov is here."

The Guildmaster's lips curled in a pleased but chilling smile.




His Constant Companion by darrowsgirl

He didn’t try to open his eyes. Drifting in and out of sleep, his mind was still in another place. One of optimistic sunrises and fresh colours, full of trees and other living things he had scarcely thought of. Before. Even odder that he should do so now, he thought hazily.

An eerie sound reached him. Not human; certainly not machine and yet not unwelcome or hostile. It was a long, echoing call and its loneliness spoke to Avon of his own isolation. Then a pair of eyes like two slits of amber danced before him, smiling, inviting to follow. He might do so, later.

‘Avon,’ a voice broke in softly. It was Cally and she was smiling; this he knew without needing to see her.

‘We can take off the healing pads today. And when you’re ready you can try getting up for a little.’ When you’re ready. Not ‘if you’re well enough.’ He was grateful. Her hand stroked his as though he was a child and for once he was grateful for that too.

A little later, when gentle fingers had done their work, Avon felt his eyelids flicker and he wondered at the old reflex. But it was not as though he didn’t know the outcome of opening his eyes. He had been left in no doubt about that. And yet he wavered. At the back of his mind the call had faded into silence, while the amber eyes still kept a patient vigil.

‘Wait while I dim the lights,’ said Cally, moving away to return a moment later. ‘Just in case.’

‘Cally, it..’ It won’t make any difference, he almost said, but was loath to disappoint her, even as she tried to convince herself there was a chance. ‘Thank-you.’

As his lids opened wide he heard an intake of breath. ‘They’ve healed beautifully. You can scarcely tell there’s any damage.’

A wry smile tugged at his lips. ‘Beauty, but no function.’ The smile left him. ‘You didn’t really think...’

‘No, of course not,’ she almost whispered, unable to hide her sadness, reluctant to own the truth now there was no longer any doubt.

Cally talked on, holding his hand more firmly now, speaking of how well he could adapt, how nearly everything on board was already voice operated anyway. The amber eyes continued to watch, amused, as the light in his mind’s eye increased and then he could see the wide smiling mouth, set with its long teeth, the full silver coat and upright ears and the waving shaggy tail. I’m hallucinating, he mused. When later Avon took his first hesitant steps, leaning on Cally’s arm for guidance, the wolf rose to its full height and stepped gaily just in front of him as though inviting his free hand to rest on its shoulders. He became glad of it and it stayed, his constant companion in the never-ending darkness.

Argus-Wolf
Comments 
6th-Oct-2009 06:39 pm (UTC)
Lovely! Avon's seeing-eye wolf is perfect, darrowsgirl :^)
6th-Oct-2009 08:42 pm (UTC)
Thanks my dear! I can't bear to think of him being alone in the dark, even though he has Cally of course. And it's all part of my little campaign...
6th-Oct-2009 11:37 pm (UTC)
Arrrrooooooo! B7 and werewolves! Yay! :^)
6th-Oct-2009 07:12 pm (UTC)
Couple of possible typos.
What it would be like to be a disembodied intelligence? or "would it".

The last few days had been an unexpected unexpected what?

Sweet that Reya will stick by him, even if he is an animal.
6th-Oct-2009 07:15 pm (UTC)
Thanks. Fixed.
6th-Oct-2009 11:59 pm (UTC)
Oh Argus will have to wear satin and silk to stop "itching"
Wolf prefers to "go Commando":¬D

Sester actually asking for help, that must be a first. For some reason I'm now picturing Venner as John Woodvine, though he has silver hair, not black shot through with silver.

Aww very poignant scene from darrowsgirl Of course physical regen of eyes will be much faster than neurological. He's going to be in for a rough time as things connect back up again.
7th-Oct-2009 12:10 am (UTC)
Oh Argus will have to wear satin and silk to stop "itching"
Argus: No!
Wolf: Commando-Wolf. Arrooo!
7th-Oct-2009 12:34 am (UTC)
LOL!!!!!!!!!!
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7th-Oct-2009 11:14 pm (UTC)
Well the major question would be how far back along the optic nerve the laser probe went. The shorter the distance the less work.
Then it is a matter of growing new nerve cells and ensuring they take the correct path.
7th-Oct-2009 07:13 am (UTC)
OH WOW. That Avon and Cally scene is lovely. So cute. *pets the wolf* Also I'm very curious about Sester. awww, it's sweet Reya will stay with Argus no matter what happens with the wolf.
7th-Oct-2009 11:40 am (UTC)
big grin. :~)
7th-Oct-2009 01:32 pm (UTC)
Is this 'Avon will have a guide-wolf no matter what! Even if I have to write it myself'?

Also between you and Kal you're making me like Avon a lot more. *is stubbornly NOT becoming an Avon fangirl.* But the conversations between the Wolf and Avon are just <3

:D
7th-Oct-2009 02:07 pm (UTC)
Also between you and Kal you're making me like Avon a lot more. *is stubbornly NOT becoming an Avon fangirl.* But the conversations between the Wolf and Avon are just <3

Well, darrowsgirl we have our work cut out for us ;)
7th-Oct-2009 03:55 pm (UTC)
Avon and Vila becoming friends again pretty much got rid of half my stubborness; the pretty pictures of Avon and the wolf are chipping away at the rest.
7th-Oct-2009 05:32 pm (UTC)
'Well, darrowsgirl we have our work cut out for us ;)'

Don't think you're getting off by palming it on to me, Kal. I expect great things...
8th-Oct-2009 12:18 am (UTC)
*Sigh* It's good that it's such enjoyable work ;)
7th-Oct-2009 03:48 pm (UTC)
We haven't had Wolf's opinions on Argus' boots. I can't see him being happy unable to wriggle his toes properly.
7th-Oct-2009 07:54 pm (UTC)
Hehe. I hadn't thought of that. I'll add something the next chapter.
8th-Oct-2009 09:40 am (UTC)
Flip flops?

XD
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