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A Union of Convenience II	By : Keen Category: M through R > Predator Views: 6268 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N:
Another one WBA! Thanks DGD for reviewing, I�ll try
to keep up the pace.

�� Isis
would not let Elder Sala see her nervousness as she
moved inside Gi�s suite. She strode with confidence
to the door, turning the handle like she knew what she would see inside, but in
truth, she was as apprehensive as the old female. It showed in the moment of
hesitance just before she pulled the door open. Isis
did not know lay beyond but she knew what she would have to do if Vae female had gone mad as expected. Gripping the blade on
her thigh, she silently pled with every God she knew it would not come to that
and then moved forward.
�� Cautiously
she stepped over the threshold, keeping her body flat against the wall as she
slithered in so she could just as easily back out if need be. Closing the door
behind her, she was automatically struck by how quiet and dark everything was.
She could see shadows and the hands in front of her face. The windows of the
expansive suite cracked just a little, letting the light from the ship and the
stars inside, but there was not one light on in the room. And not a sound
either. How had Sala come to the conclusion Gi was awake�or alive for that
matter?
�� She
stepped closer and stilled to hear an exhale. It did not sound agonised so Isis continued forward, walking carefully to the centre
until her knees brushed against the soft plush of the bed. Now this close, she
could make out Gi in its centre. It warmed her heart
and simultaneously eased every muscle in her body to see the children clustered
around their mother, tiny arms and legs draped over her sleeping body and her
pale hands holding them just as tightly in return.
�� Isis knelt at the end of the bed and gasped to feel
something move next to her. U�rvan, clutching one of
his father�s staff�s had fallen asleep watching over his family. He sprang to
sit up right when the woman bumped against him, turning to face her with a
growl and arm raised.
�� It�s
just me,� she hushed, �Isis. Please say you
remember.�
�� Ur�van blinked and lowered his hand, nodding once. �I do,�
he eased. Aside from his mother, she was the only other alien he had known. �What
have you learned about my father�s murder?�
�� Isis thought for a moment to wait and let his mother tell
him. It would be Gi�s decision how much her children
should know about the whole ugly truth, but as Isis
looked at the boy once more, she realised he had grown considerably since she
last saw him. He was not as much a boy as he was an adult now and she would
treat him like one.
�� He
was not the intended target. Bhadri was. But he died
honourably if that matters. I have something you should hear once you are
ready. A message your father made just before he��
�� Ur�van looked away and Isis
quieted. She was in uncharted territory. If he was human she would have offered
him a hug then, perhaps even a kiss, but she remembered he was yautja and it would anger him if she thought to encourage
weakness. And the tears he forced away were weakness among his kind.
�� When
I am ready,� he nodded, standing. He stretched some, raising his long slender
arms over his head and the crown of spikes that circled it, before glancing at
the bed again. Zarin, his baby sister, stirred in her
sleep. She reached for someone to take her and he quickly went to her side,
scooping her tiny body up into his arms.
�� As
he took her from the bed, Ja�lar, the youngest boy
stirred. Isis took him into the fold of her
arms and moved for the door. Sala and the others
would help her lay the children in their beds and give their weary older
brother a moment to rest himself. Now with the door open Isis
could see despite his vehement protests, the weariness in his bloodshot eyes.
She sent him to bed with his siblings, just as Fushel crossed the living space toward them.
�� Isis shut the bedroom door and blocked it with her body,
her arms outstretched in its oversized frame. �Where do you think you�re
going?� she snapped.
�� To meet my charge, female. Step aside.� Isis
bit at him as he reached past her for the door, nearly taking a chunk out of
his hand. He snarled.�I have a schedule to keep human!
Step! Aside!�
�� Damn
your schedule and lower your voice!� she hissed. �I haven�t told her yet.�
�� Fushel stepped forward with a growl. Towering over the
female, he had to smother the urge to grab her by her throat and toss her
aside. He knew better than to lay a hand on her, even if to move her. Ali�shir was his friend�his only friend since the assassination�and
he wanted him to continue to be. So for the sake of their friendship, he
acquiesced, raising a long finger to the woman�s face to declare, �You have one hour.�
�� The male pushed away from the door with a
snarl and Isis clutched the frame to keep her
hands fixed. She bit her lip to hold her tongue too. She wanted to scream at
him for his arrogance, commanding her like some animal, storming in her to bark
orders�but she made a promise to Ali�shir. Fortunately for him.
Isis flashed her middle finger at the male
before slipping silently back inside the room.
�� Gi, roused by the angry voices outside her door, watched
the woman enter. Her usual bright and flawless ivory skin had dulled into an
ashen grey. The eyes that once flashed so brilliantly with colour reminiscent of
deep ocean water were flat. They were also red rimmed, moist and flanked by
dark lines and even darker circles. The female had been crying non-stop since
she woke and even more tears glittered in her blue eyes as she looked up to
Isis who stood at her bedside.
�� Gi eased onto her elbows with a heavy sigh. The woman,
after a second of gauging her disposition, set about fluffing pillows and
smoothing out the line of the sheets. As she bent over, the Vae
could see the tiny foot sized bruise that sat between her breasts. The ugly
mark only eclipsed by the scar it lay on.
�� Isis, I am sorry�� Isis
held her hand up to Gi, telling her there was no
need, but she continued. �I must. I knew days before anyone what happened to
Heron. The instant his life was stamped out, I felt it here and here.� She
touched her head and heart, closing her eyes tightly as the memory returned.
Tears started to eek from underneath her ivory lashes again. �I had prepared
myself for it, but it still hurt to hear it. Until you arrived, there was a
chance, however slim, that he was alright and that I was overreacting�but when
I saw your face, in a ship you vowed never to set foot in again�I...�
�� You
should rest,� Isis softly pushed the female
back into the bedding and started fluffing her pillows again. �The children are
fine and asleep in their beds as you should be.�
�� Gi shook her head, messing her white curls, �I can�t get
back to sleep,� she sniffed. �Help me get back to sleep?�
�� Isis let the covers in her hands drop. Hiking up her
skirts, she crawled across the bed, taking Gi�s
outstretched hand. Her fingers laced with hers and she lay next to the crying
female, her chest pressed against her suddenly tiny back. Everything
about the female seemed more, miniature and delicate than usual. Even
the arms that held Isis� across the female�s
chest seemed overly thin and prime to snap�but they
held her strongly. Isis squeezed her tighter,
burying her face in the curve of her friend�s neck and shutting her eyes.
�� In
that moment of great silence, hugged against Gi who
continued to cry into her pillow, Isis would
have wished none of this happened, but it was useless. Just
as it would be useless to ask for time to slow. Isis
could have just stayed holding her friend in quiet, knowing it was what she
wanted, but their time alone would be short.
�� Beyond
the doors she could hear Fushel�s feet thunder as he
paced. He replayed their exchange in his head just as she did. There was an
argument coming. Soon.
So, taking a deep breath, Isis tried to hurry
it along. She gently brushed Gi�s hair from her face,
wiping away tears as she told her about Ali�shir�s
decision to name the Enforcer her Ah�sim. She half
expected to have to explain the meaning to the Vae,
but unlike her, Gi knew expressly what that meant. One
could tell from the wail of protest that left her throat.
�� What
she remembered of the male was not as bad as Isis�
recollection but it was not good. He was big and imposing, larger than most
males on the ship including her Heron. The male towered a clear foot over her mate
and was habitually dry and sullen even when he greeted those he called friend. For
the life of her, Gi could not recall a moment when Fushel showed delight or enjoyment in anything�unless he
was killing or having sex with something. Both of which she had inadvertently
seen him do. She never saw a trace of warmth in his black eyes and that was
what she needed most now. She needed kindness, understanding and patience, and
the male had none.
�� Gi hugged Isis� arms
closer to her, shaking her head. �I do not want him here,� she trembled. �I
just want my life back. I want my mate back!� she shouted. �I do not want to be
a Le�a. It is too soon!�
�� Isis rocked the female in her arms and resumed stroking
her hair. �I know, I know,� she soothed. �But please do this. Let him protect
you and the children. I could not bear it if something happened to you too.�
�� The
woman pressed a kiss on her forehead and Gi quieted a
little. After a moment she turned her head, looking Isis
in the eye. �Do you trust him?�
�� Isis deftly sidestepped the question, having prepared
herself on the trip to the room. �I trust Ali�shir�s
judgement,� she replied smoothly. �He would never deliberately do anything to
hurt me and if something happened to you, I would be hurt.�
�� Gi lay her head on the pillow and Isis felt the muscles in the body she held relax. Her own
arms softened to feel the female ease some.
�� It
calmed the mother to know her children would be cared for�although she worried
about who was charged to do it. But if Isis
was confident no harm would come of it, Gi decided
she could be to. Just like Ali�shir predicted.
�� Isis rested her cheek against the female�s back, closing
her eyes. She could not help but scrunch her brows as she thought, How the hell did he know that?

�� Fushel heard the beep from the device on his wrist and
turned in place to face the door. Pushing the slab of metal aside, he moved
inside the master bedroom with determination, the Elder Female�s hour was up.
He was officially in charge now and he alone would decide how things progressed
from this point on. And the Le�a�s sensitive foreign
sensibilities aside, he would meet his alien charge now.
�� The
Enforcer pushed the door shut roughly and stood still. He was surprised to find
everything dark and still inside the room. The pair of females were raucous separately, together surely they would have
made more noise than he currently heard.
�� With
a snort he turned his head toward the only sound in the room, the steady
breathing and heartbeats from the pair of sleeping bodies. Approaching, he
could see on the bed that Isis still held his
charge, her arms and legs curled protectively around the petite body. Despite
their differences, it commanded his respect that the human was so watchful over her friend as he for once understood the
woman�s reasoning.
�� Heron
had been a good friend to the male and his legacy, his family, what he talked
about incessantly with great pride to the Enforcer, was in need. So when Ali�shir asked him to assume the task he accepted
immediately, without thought. But now standing over the pair of slumbering
females, he realised he should have taken more time with the decision.
�� With
the exception of Isis, Fushel
had not known a single female he did not like, foreign or yautja.
For him, there was always some alluring quality about them. The softness of
their skin, the timber of their voice, the way they carried themselves, a scent
or flavouring to their flesh. There was something about a female�s body�any female�s body�that called out to his
blood and at the moment Gi�s practically sang to him,
attenuating all his senses on her.
�� He
never spared her a second glance before. There was no point, knowing her to be
happily taken and Heron to be a great friend but now he found he could not stop
staring. The foreigner was a pleasure for the eyes even with her hair messed
and face tearstained. From her slender ivory legs to her overly long fingertips,
her differently made body demanded appreciation but oddly enough the male found
himself fixated on her face. Her sharp otherwordly features
were hidden, veiled by her billowing white hair, but he started to remember
them. The sparkle her eyes held when she smiled, the way her pointed scenting
organ turned up when she pouted. And her mouth, the unique mix of round and
thin shapes of plump flesh that sat in the lower part of her face reminded him
of other parts of female anatomy he adored greatly. From what he could tell,
they both flushed with colour at excitement.
�� Fushel extended a hand, reaching to pull back the ivory
tresses, to look on the face that now haunted him in memory but a noise made
him pause. Sliding his eyes to the right, he hissed quietly to see the human
staring back at him, black eyes glowering. The woman cleared her throat with
intent and he let his hand fall back down at his side. He stood up straight,
glaringly looking down at the female, unpleasantly surprised that she masked
her breathing so well. He truly thought she was asleep which�he realised�was precisely
the point.
�� Isis pulled the cover at her hips up and over, tucking it
under the chin of the female who slept beside her, hiding them both, but more
importantly, the Vae from his sight. Fushel let out a dark chuckle to see the human, under the
fabric, furtively grip the blade strapped to her thigh.
�� You
think me so undisciplined?� he asked, his voice hushed.
�� You
don�t want to know what I think.�
�� I
have never had to take it in my life. Never.�
�� I
know. You�ve always relied on the kindness of strangers,� Isis
smiled coldly. �And Kaian.�
�� The
male�s chest ballooned with a roar but Isis,
moving to hold Gi�s sensitive pointed ears, made him
forget it. �Leave this one alone,� she warned. �She can�t be one of your casual
fucks. She�s not that kind of female.�
�� Fushel�s eyes raked over the foreigner�s body with a
throaty rumble. Drinking in her petite curves and what he could see of her
strikingly pale and soft looking skin. Settling on her reddened lips, he
groaned longingly, �Pity.�
�� Isis shifted and inwardly Fushel
chuckled. Her expression gave him some childish satisfaction. It looked to be
that the Elder Female would be the one who would roar now, angrily fisting the
bed to sit up.
�� He
took a step back and silently motioned her to come to him, flicking his hands
entreatingly toward his body. He teasingly dared her to attack him not knowing
she fully intended to.
�� The
blade strapped to her leg left its sheath with a whisper as she moved toward
him. She reached for the matching one on the other side of her body as her foot
touched the floor but as Isis moved her arm, Gi stirred. The woman slid her arm away and feeling the
warmth gone, the Vae made a sad but soft noise.
�� Both
Isis and Fushel froze, staring at the shifting
female, and then breathed a collective sigh of relief when she eased, still
deep in sleep, completely oblivious. She snuggled against Isis
and the woman brought her leg back into the bed, forgetting the fight to make
her friend comfortable again. She pushed the covers under her body as Fushel moved backed away to the door, chuckling quietly
under his breath, his chest shuddering with the kept sound.
�� He
was content in the fact that he succeeded in getting a rise out of the woman
yet again. He heard everything discussed between the human and Ali�shir in the Council Chambers and knowing she promised
her mate not to retaliate, Fushel only said it was a
pity the Vae could not be had to make her crazy. He
was not without his sense of duty, honour and pride. He was only half-serious
about wanting the female. Only half.

�� Ali�shir moved through the Elder level dwellings, stopping
to peer inside each newly constructed and refurbished room. Bahdri�s
den of hedonism, where he kept all two hundred and sixty seven of his females,
was torn down. The once massive suite broken down into it�s original parts once again, rooms for the Elders
of the ship and Council members. The Lead Elder simply came to inspect the
progress of the suites and at his side, Na�run
followed, tablet in hand, furiously making notes. Notes not
only about the status of the development project, but on his Lead Elder as
well.
�� It
was not easy, but Ali�shir was coming into his own
since returning to his ship of birth. Working steadily, and regularly on every
project he received or devised, which completely surprised the Elder Liaison.
�� I
was afraid that at some point during the ship would fall into such disarray I
would be forced to call Elder Tu�shar,� Na�run confessed. Ali�shir
grunted amusedly, continuing to glance around a freshly built bedroom with its
barren walls and floors.
�� Surely
you understand by now if I do not wish to do it, I will not.�
�� Unless
I call the Elder Female, yes, I do understand this.� Ali�shir
shot a glare of warning at the male and Na�run
struggled to hold his laughter. �Even so,� he cleared his throat with a snort,
�I must ask why you are suddenly so focused and determined?�
�� Because it serves my purposes.�
�� Which
are?�
�� To
find who killed our Brother.�
�� Ali�shir exited to the hall moving down the steps toward Gi�s home. Na�run caught up to
him, walking twice as fast to keep up with the male�s long legged stride.
�� But, sir. Elder Tu�shar��
�� Will not know I am helping with his investigation unless
someone tells him.� On the last step of the flight of stairs, Ali�shir turned and folded his arms, staring his Liason in the face. �I do not know these warriors he has
charged with the investigation, nor do I care to. There is no one who could do
a better job than I finding his killer and I imagine�aside from his Le�a�no one who wants revenge more.�
�� I
do not know if that is true.� Na�run said quietly.
�Heron was a friend. He helped me get through a difficult time in my life and
gave me a new start. He sent me to serve you�but I forgave him for this a long
time ago.� Ali�shir grunted and Na�run
snickered only a moment before it faded to silence, memories
returning�overwhelming them both. Na�run shook his
head and met his superior�s gaze. �If it is my silence you require, it is what
you shall have.�
�� Na�run felt something touch his stomach and looked down to
see the Lead Elder�s hand out, fingers just barely scraping at him. He took it
with a nod and Ali�shir clapped him on the shoulder
once before moving down the final step into the hall. �I am glad we are in
agreement on this as I will need your skills to get more information.�
�� Gladly
done,� Na�run nodded. �But, in the instance I am
caught, what should I say?�
�� Nothing. Have whoever questions you see me.�
�� The
Liason paused in the centre of the warmly lit hall.
�You take a great risk, Elder. Tu�shar will most
likely have you killed for defying him. He has made it publicly known he and
only he is handling this.�
�� I
know,� Ali�shir stopped in front of Gi�s door. Inside he could hear the children giggling and
clattering excitedly. �But I cannot do nothing.�
�� Sometimes,
it is what is best, sir. Remember this?�
�� Ali�shir nodded, but Na�run knew
it was only to dismiss him. He did the same motion when he would ask him to
answer Bahdri�s messages or go to Council in lieu of
bedding his females. Wearily he trotted down the steps just as the Lead Elder
entered the suite.
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