"What happened?" he asked again.

"You know more about that than me, Major." an apparently surprised Zo'or was looking at him. "You are Kimera?"

"Yes. I am."

"You cannot be whole Kimera. Who was the human?" Zo'or was very curious about him, he could see that.

"The humans. I'm only one third Kimera," he sighed and turned is head and his eyes away."My mother was Agent Siobhan Beckett and my father is...Agent Ronald Sandoval." The words escaped his mouth reluctantly. He did not wish to speak of that.

Zo'or lowered the head. Him, too, had had some problems with his parents. "I'm sorry." the Synod Leader whispered.

Liam stared at him with wide green eyes. "You are sure you are well Zo'or? The Zo'or I know would never be sorry for anyone."

"Like a lot of people, you are mistaken about me apprently." asnswered the Taelon with his usual smirk. Strangely, Liam seemed satisfied by this.

"Why are you keeping me alive Zo'or? I should be in the cell by the time. It was easy for you to call. Why you did not?" Zo'or turned to him, his eyes were filled with...hope. I must be dreaming, Liam thought.

"You surely know Major, that my specie is sterile." A nod from Liam. "The Kimera genes you have could save all my specie from instinction." Liam's eyes were locked on the floor. "And you know very well what Sandoval will do to you. Even I could do nothing against him now. He's totally free from his implant." Zo'or would have said more but another wave of pain traveled in Liam's nerves. He tried to avoid it, but the young hybrid let out a moan of pain.

"What's happening to me?" His face convulsed again with suffer.

"I believe that you have entered another state of your development." Zo'or answered. The Taelon seemed not surprised. "I know it's hurting," the young Taelon said a moment later. "The Taelons too grow like that, by...shot. Am I correct to believe that you have reached a human adult appearance in less that one day?"

"Two hours in fact." Liam managed to said sarcastically. He then turned his gaze on Zo'or beside the bed. "You have known this too?" A nod.

"You are experiencing what Taelons call Ka'atha'am. For us it's more like a reproduction time, but it also mean the complete physical maturity." He stopped as Liam's face showed again pain and fear. "I think that Da'an's...death should have been the emotional factor. You were so...shocked by his disapearance that your body began transforming. Maybe the strange thing he let to you is for something too in it."

"And...what...the Taelons...do against it?" The hybrid whispered painfully.

"Your human DNA interefere I believe, with the whole processus. For us it's much longer, it's during years that we suffer this."

"The life must be fun," said Liam, with his usual dark humor. Zo'or smiled, despite himself.

"Indeed," he responded on the same tone. Suddenly Liam's form began glowing again. The Kimera lost his human appearance. He was whispering words unknown to Zo'or. Kimeran language for sure. In the convulsion, Liam extend his hand to him, begging for some help. He did not care it was Zo'or, he just needed help.

"Please..." he was able to pronounce.

The Synod Leader was visibly anxious about what may happen.

<tag pulls out her ChorusCloneList>

Let's see... I think there may be a ChorusClone10 who has no assignment...

<ChorusClone10 appears in the thread and immediately starts chanting>

"We want more! We want more! WE WANT MORE!"

During all the night, Liam was in crisis. Zo'or just stayed with him, holding his hand, welcoming the sharing. He saw all Liam's life from his eyes. When he had cradled his mother dead body in his arms. His first meeting with Da'an. His anger when he had learned Da'an's betrayal.

Feelings he did not know. Feelings that the deadly state of his specie did not allow him to sense.

Liam suffered much. Zo'or knew of that. When you enter Ka'atha'am, you feel that your own energy is burning inside of you. But the young man case was different. The human part inside of him was a problem. His body needed to change. It was biological. If he did not change, Liam would die.

The hybrid fought his human part with his kimera mind. The human inside of him constantly wanted to rebring him to his completly human appearance and condition. But his kimera part needed to change.

If Liam wanted to live, he needed to hide the human part deeply inside him for a while at least. For that he might reach kimera physical maturity state. When he would be there, his mind would be enough strong to deal between the two part of himself. The Kimera and Human races were not supposed to match somewhere in the universe.

He watched the young man painful face, in the convulsion. Almost all of his human physiology had disapeared. His body was the most strange mix Zo'or have ever seen of energy and matter. The perfect mix. It would be if Liam survived to this.

In the taelon society, it was not everyone who passed to adult state. Only the strongers survived. He remembered. When the doctors believed he was dead in the passing, his vitals signs had suddenly reappeared.

As he recalled the most painful moment of his life, Liam moaned. He understood that all his thoughts went directly into the hybrid mind. He ceased immediatly. He sensed Liam fingers hold his hand forcefully. He put his other hand on the hybrid forehead and sent soft, calming energy spasms in his aching body. Liam relaxed for a while and then the convulsions again.

How much time he will suffer like this? he thought. He had felt how painful Liam's life had been. He had suffered from the first second of his life. Always the same dilemna. The Taelons had killed all members of his specie but, with his galactic knowledge, he knew that the Taelons were the only key to the humanity survival. One could not survive without the other.

It continued like this, during all the night. Zo'or was supposed to be on the bridge in the early morning. But he knew that he wanted more to rest in this chamber, helping someone, that on the bridge, destroying a specie.

A couple of hours after, the convulsions stopped. Liam still seemed to suffer but the most part of it was done. He fast fell asleep, an habits he would keep despite his need for an energy stream somtimes. Zo'or was tired too, he was in need of energy. He had given a good part of his own to Liam allowing him to live. He started to undo Liam strong grip on his white hand. When he pulled his hand away, Liam whipered something in his sleep. He did not want Zo'or to go away.

Zo'or took his hands back in his. He did the only thing he could do. He let his body put himself in the sa'ama'ad. Fast he was completly unconscious. He was kneeled on the floor, his dress in a large circle around him, the head on the edge of the bed, his hand still in Liam's one.

***

Another convulsion of pain, stronger that the last ran, through his body. He could not hide the painful which followed it. It draw Zo'or's attention back to him.

Da'an, your last gife, it was that. You knew that I could not evolve to this stade of maturity by myself. You have accelerate the processus.

Zo'or. Dans son délire, ce nom, tournait sans cesse dans son esprit. Zo'or avait agi si étrangement. Giving confidence after confidence to him, a little, disgustful human. It seemed like the Taelon pulled off the mask for the first time. Through his closed eyeslids, he looked at Zo'or leaned over him, with concern in his eyes.

It's now the convulsions started. A wave of pain traveled in all his aching body. His eyes revulsed and his back arched. His fingers moved on the sheets, searching for something which could bring him back in this reality.

Suffer. Pain. Hope. Suffer

"Please..." he whispered as his shaking fingers had find Zo'or's hand.

The last thing I hoped from him was this. He could let me there, dying. He could call Snadoval, the Volunteers, the Security. I would spent the rest of my life in a little cell or, worst, as one of their experiments subjects. I would have think to all, but not that. From him, never that.

He held out, slowly, his hand to mine. Before our two glowing palms met, he raised the eyes. Two big blue eyes, blue like water...or ice. He brought his stare back on the floor when he saw my green eyes locked in his. This second we shared had allowed to me to see understanding and hope in this stare. Maybe even compassion...

Our fingers touched. He took my hand in his owns. He closed his eyes and allowed to me to see him truly for the first time. His icy, hard mask vanished and his face became softer. It was the last thing I would remember. It was at this moment that I felt the shadows surrounder me on every sides. I could not escape. My grip tightened on his small hand when I fell in a dark delirium.

I was in deep unconscience, but I felt when he took off his hand. My body seemed to ache even more if he went away. Zo'or. I never liked him. I never trusted him. But I did not want him to go away.

My body and my mind were not mine. I said words I did not even know of. I'm pain. My mind hurts. Every cells of my body hurt. Please don't go. Don't go Da'an. Don't go Zo'or. Don't let me alone. Please. I need someone. I cannot do it alone. Please. Fast it was not words I said just whispering something. Each times a breath escaped my lips, I said myself I was lucky to be alive.

All his hot around me. No. No it's cold. The cold of death. I sensed his mind near to mine. Please. Zo'or. I don't want you to go. Stay with me. I believed it was words. But no it was just thoughts. And he was away. He was about to go away. He let me alone. Alone in the dark. I extended my hand to him, begging for his support, for his help. I could not do it. I concentrated only on on fixed idea.

"Don't go...Stay...with me..." I knew it was nothing but a whisper.

He turned to me. His stare fixed on my form. I was not able to keep my eyes open much longer. My sight vanished. All I saw was shadows, around me. I felt his hand slip into mine. I was so weak I could do nothing but send him, trough my mind, joy and thanks. He responded to me but very...weakly.

I understood. He was in need of energy. It was because that he had went away. If not he would have stayed with me.

I felt him put himself in the sa'ama'ad state. Good. Like this he coulds stay with me and rest. Despite the convulsions, I sighed in relief. He was going to rest.

-- Thank you --

-- No. You don't need to. I thank you. --

The delirium again...and again. No.

***

The "night" ended. Strangely, the Earth form revealed the sun rays just when Liam woke up. The room was enlightened by the orange and golden rays.

The young...we will say Kimera, put his hand before his eyes for prevent himself of the light. He opened his eyes slowly and raised his head up. He was in Zo'or's chamber.

He remebered all of the past night. The delirium, the change, the pain. After, Zo'or had slipped in the sa'ama'ad state for rest. Liam was amazed by the trust the Taelon had placed in him. He would have been easy to him to kill Zo'or right now. But he did not wanted to. The Synod Leader had helped him. In fact he had saved his life. Without Zo'or's help he would have died while passing from the human to the completly Kimeran form.

Zo'or seemed asleep. He was sat on the ground, his head reposed on the edge of the bed, like that his cheek was on Liam's arm. He had a typically human posture, his knees on his chest, his other arm passed around them. He looked so pityful like that. His hand was still in Liam's. But the young hybrid did not felt the mind of the Taelon melted with his. Zo'or was the equivalent of asleep. Zo'or was not able to keep his human appearance while resting. His body was made of blue, pink and orange energy lines. A beautiful mix, Liam thought.

Liam had now more access to his galatical Kimeran knowledge. He knew that for the Taelons these colors meant that the being was very young.

More he thought about it, more he found many...similarities between him and the Taelon. Zo'or was alike him in some ways. They were both orphans.

Liam had always considered Da'an like his parent. Since the first day, while every humans he knew had rejected him and said of him he was a dangerous alien, Da'an had took care of him. Da'an considered him like his own child. Liam was mistaken about Da'an's trust but it was not because of that, he was going to reject the real true parent he had ever had. Beckett had been his mother during his birth and her death. His human father, Sandoval, knew not of him and actually Liam was not very happy to have him as his father. Ha'gel. What say of Ha'gel. They had never truly met.

He shook his head and stopped think of dead person. He looked down at his chest. Wow. How he had changed. He was not human anymore, this was sure! His body was all in energy now, like the Taelons. But not a pale purple-blue. More like the Kimera form of Ha'gel he had seen once. A dark blue-green, almost gray. He did not need to look at the mirror. He knew his eyes would be a deep green, like his mother's.

He turned on his side, taking care not to un-do the grip of the Taelons hand on his. He went into his memory. When he was younger, he had needed to learn how control the formidable energy he had. But now it was not necessary. He sent just enough energy in Zo'or's body to awake him. A sharing was immediatly initiated between the link of their hands.

The Taelon blinked his eyes a couple of times and opened them finally. When he saw Liam amused stare fixed on him, he quickly took his human facade back. Liam squeezed Zo'or hand in his.

"Thank you...for helping me, Zo'or," he whispered. His voice had changed a little. More alien. Lesser human. He had the soft voice of the Taelons. With the always present soft eunoia accent on the tongue.

Zo'or simply closed his eyes in aknowledgement. The Synod Leader let out a long sigh. The reality was there again. He needed to be on the gridge, even if he did not want to. For the first time in his life, he wished to not be the Synod Leader, he wished not to have all his people fate on his young shoulders. Liam. Liam was the key to his specie survivance. But if he did not wanted to help...

"You need to rest," stated the Kimera, while taking back his human appearance.

Zo'or was about to protest, but Liam did not let him the time to do so. He felt the young "man" arms slip under his back and legs. He was almost unconsciencious again. If he was fully awake, he would have go away from this human. But he was tired. Both physically and mentally. The past few days, for not say weeks, had been quite stressful for him. He was to tired to resist.

Liam put the weak Zo'or in his chair and waved his right arm for start the energy stream. He stepped down the chair and put his coat on. He was about to exit when he heard Zo'or voice behind him.

"Where are you going?" His voice was softer. Surely the Taelon did not had enough force to keep the usually icy voice. Liam turned toward Zo'or.

"The sphere Da'an left to me...It had a message inside. It was Da'an. He said that he left something in his chamber for me...and for you. I'm just going take it." He hesitate a little then continue. "Don't worry. I will come back here after. Rest till this okay?"

The Taelon shooked his head slowly. "You are sure you'll be able to hide your...form." Liam smiled.

"Yes. Don't worry for me. Rest now, you know you need it." Zo'or reclined in his chair and Liam exited the room to go to Da'an private quarters in the Washington Embassy.