| Author | Comment | SynZor
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(1/29/01 10:13:23 am)
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Ahem!!!!! Calling Jeanne... Help please! need more...Mazorha/Zo'or just can't die. 
| Jehanne
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(1/29/01 10:58:17 am)
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X – Mazorha and Da’an
Zo’or entered in Da’an’s audience chamber, just a few hours after that Mit’gai had announced her what she already knew. Now, it was only more official. But it was still sad to learn that you had a couple more hours left to live, that you would die, screaming in pain on a bed. They would strap her surely, if not she would risk to harm herself, like it changed something. She smiled sadly. She had done what she believed was the better for save her race. After her death, Da’an would certainly be named Synod Leader. It would be a good thing, he would in favour of an union with the human species.
She stopped in the middle of the corridor, in a brusque movement that caused her to moan softly in pain. An union with the human species? A good thing? Then she started to walk again, the question whirling in her head. Zo’or’s opinion about the Humans had changed a lot, especially since her… talking with Liel. She had seen that they were not all alike, not all servile and stubborn as Sandoval was, or simply stupid and so easy to take control of, as President Thompson was. That different specimen existed, different specimens of Humans. Yes the term was pleasing. Specimen.
Zo’or walked through the arch that led in Da’an’s office. The American Companion was talking on soft tones with his protector Liam Kincaid. They stopped talking at the second when she entered in the room. She lost her human disguise. They had surely been discussing about her. With a disdainful gesture of her hand, she dismissed the Volunteer who had escorted her from the mothership.
As Da’an climbed down his armchair, Liam took his arm and whispered something in his ear. “He’s not well, I don’t know why,” said the young man with a worried stare, so low that Da’an almost non-heard him. The Taelon fixed a curious look on Liam.
Zo’or broke the moment, “Da’an. May I talk with you… alone?” she asked, looking at Liam meaningfully from the corner of her eyes.
“Liam, let us alone please. I will call you if I require your assistance again. You may take the rest of the day off,” ordonned Da’an. The young man nodded respecfully to his two Taelon bosses and left the room. As soon as he exited Da’an’s office, he opened a little room in a wall with a wave of the hand. From there he could see anything that happened in the office, through the virtual glass, without being seen in return. He had not used it often. Despite the un-trust feeling that floated between them, it was still rare that he spied Da’an. Only when he kne for sure that the Taelon did not tell him something very imnportant that he needed to know for the Resistance movement. He sat, cross-legged, on the ground and observed attentively.
Da’an turned his back to Zo’or. The American Companion was visibly waiting for Zo’or to speak in first but he decided to start when it became noticeable that she would not.
“In which case do you honor me of your presence?” he asked. The tone was a little too much respectful, more reverent that it needed to be, sarcastic at the extreme. Da’an turned toward his child seeing, hearing, that the answer took a long time to come.
Zo’or was in her natural energy form now, she seemed tired, and weak. “Zo’or?” called Da’an another time.
The young Taelon’s lips moved finally, but no sound exited them for a moment. “No. Not… Zo’or,” she was able to say enigmatically, weakly, almost… tenderly.
In his little bubble, Liam frowned and listened more attentively. Da’an’s eyes widened. He sighed and took away his human skin. His lips formed a word that Liam knew too well, Mazorha. Finally, he spoked. “It has been so long…” he responded in a blow, stepping close to the Synod Leader, ‘Then why are you here?”
Mazorha stepped closer to Da’an too and, without warning, she lowered the shields that she had built long ago for hide her secret from the other members of the Commonality. Da’an moaned in pain and collapsed on his knees, imitated some seconds later by Zo’or. Liam continued to simply stare at the two of them, saying to himself that, if it was turning bad, he would act. He was completly astonished by what was happening under his eyes.
Mazorha felt so good. So good to be finally able to let someone else share her suffering. But she fastly realized that Da’an could not stand so much pain for much longer. She already sensed his connexion to the Commonality weakens, and the other Taelons that approached for see what was happening. She moaned in pain and hid her pain again, cutting the link with Da’an.
Da’an had never felt such a pain before, even not when he had regressed to an Atavistic state. He was ready to send himself into the Void, all for stop this unbelieveable pain. And suddenly, it disapeared, like it had came. He opened his eyes and found Mazorha, his child, knelt in front of him, unmoving, the hands pressed on the sides of her head. Gently, he undid Zo’or’s hands’s grip on himself, with some dificulties. The young Taelon had pressed so hard that the bluer marks of where his fingers had been, were visible on the energy facade.
He enfolded Mazorha’s thin hands in hers and slid the other on her cheek. “What was that?” he asked, the most softly he could. He received no answer, only sobs.
Da’an let himself slid on the floor, beside Mazorha, and put his arms around his child. Zo’or let her head fall on his shoulder, simply sobbing, doing what she could not have done during those long years of pain. It was not true sobs evidently, but Liam could see her shoulders shivering and longs moaning escaped her lips.
“Da’an… It is so terrible… You cannot know how… You cannot know… what I suffer… You cannot… know… Since ever… I cannot… anymore… Da’an… Da’an…” It was not really words. Something betwenn sobs, moaning and Eunoia language. Da’an felt the tears forming in his eyes. The shaking hands of Mazorha clung to the collar of his suit. “Da’an… Help me… Please… I beg of you… Da’an…” The words that came after were totally incomprehensibles. Da’an hugged Zo’or tighter
Mazorha was able to go away from Da’an and tried to stop trembling. Her parent raised a hand, still shaking of the chock he had received, and stroked longly her cheek. “Why have you said nothing?” But he knew the answer. Zo’or was ashamed. Very young, they had said to her that she would be their last chance of survival. But all her hopes had vanished when they had announced her that she was barren, and that she would ever be. She had isolated herself, she was so ashamed, she had the feeling to have betrayed them all, them who waited so much of her. Even if she had not.
Mazorha spoke. Her voice was so weak, so sao, that Da’an could remember how she was when he held her in his arms. “I am the shame… The burden for my people… I have deceived them all… You cannot know how it is Da’an…” she whispered, the eyes fixed on the floor.
“We could have healed you…” said Da’an, unconsciously repeating the same words that Mit’gai had said only some hours before.
She just shook her head, in a long and desperate motion. “No… You were able to do nothing for me when it has begun, why would you have been able to do so now?” she asked.
Da’an sighed. “I could have… I could have done something Zo’or…”
“No Da’an. You could have done nothing, as everyone who tried was… The Ka’atham can be healed in only one way and you know what it is,” she gently objected him.
Da’an raised toward her his eyes, filled with despair. “It is… It is finished? It is why you are here?” murmured the older Taelon, running his finger on Zo’or’s cheek.
Mazorha covered Da’an’s hand with her owns. “Yes… Mit’gai believe… that I have fourty-eight hours left…”
Da’an shook his head. “Is there no other solution?” he asked, visibly hoping that there was.
A melancholic smile stroked briefly over Zo’or’s hard features. “Do not try to deny the unavoidable Da’an.” It was hopeless, why waste his efforts in hope when there was not?
Da’an lost his human facade definitively. “A Human one day, told me that the most horrible thing in the world was if a parent survived to his child…” he simply said.
Zo’or locked her eyes with Da’an’s and raised her hand for stroke his cheek, mirroring the gesture that her parent had done some seconds ago. The Companion took Zo’or’s hand and all what had never been said in words was said in thoughts. Mazorha extended one hand for catch Da’an’s other and make their link even more powerful.
Suddenly Mazorha felt her body being dissolved and starting to melt with Da’an’s energy. Quickly she understood what Da’an was trying to do. The bond between a parent and his child was somewhat the same that the one who linked lovers together. Da’an was going to try to relieve Zo’or from her pain, as she would have been long ago.
Liam saw, his face showing the most perfect incarnation of disbelief, the two Taelons dissolve in energy particles, one blue, the other pink. “Good Lord…” he whispered. The view was of a morbid beauty. He did not know how, but somehow, he was certain that it was almsot impossible that the two of them survive this. On of the two Taelons would die.
Mazorha was receiving the living energy of Da’an, his core energy. Exactly like he had done before. It was not precisely the same thing that between lovers. Da’an was just desperate to see Zo’or survive. She could do nothing for prevent the energy to access her body, to prevent the Ka’atham from eating Da’an’s energy. It was a sort of connexion that worked in only one way, Zo’or received and gave nothing. She felt the link that connected Da’an to the other taelons of the Commonality, become weaker and weaker, thiner, a simple filament now. She screamed. She projected her thought with all her strenght. Da’an! Do not do that! But Da’an’s presence vanished from her mind. Mazorha did not feel Da’an around her, she paniqued when she realized that she did not sensed Da’an at all.
She fell violently on the floor and simply lied there, unmoving, during a while. The thing that awaoke her was the pain. Again! She knew what Humans meant when they said they were crying in anger. It was what she felt now. Da’an had sacrified his own life for hers, for nothing! She was still in pain. Nothing could weaken the Ka’atham unbelievable power. She had killed Da’an. She had killed him. She had killed. With her own hands. Not for what she believed to be the sake of her race but for her, and only for her.
Liam felt the shivering in the air, that had filled the room as Da’an tried desperatly to save his child, suddenly stop. Da’an had went too far, much too far. The young man rushed out of his bubble when he saw the two Taelon bodies materialize on the ground. Zo’or looked like perfectly conscious, not well, but alive. Liam could hear her painful moanings. But Da’an’s body was not completly back in his physical solid form.
His Companion looked in a bad state. He ran toward them, litterally. And for the first time of his life, he hesitated. Who? Zo’or did not look so bad but Da’an… He needed to choose between his growing affection for Zo’or and his lowering trust in Da’an. He went to Da’an’s side.
“Da’an! Da’an!” he called fanatically. He took the Companion in his arms, he felt nothing. Usually, and since the first day of his existence, he had always sensed something with Da’an. A mental impulse, a kind of link, something! But there, nothing, absolutly nothing. It was exactly as Da’an’s mind was dead but his body still alive. He looked briefly at Zo’or. The Taelon was hugging herself, her kness on her chest, her back turned toward him. Liam had a sudden rush of pity and almost go for rescue her but he needed to take care of Da’an first, Zo’or could wait.
He concentrated the hardest he could and his sha’ka’ra’va appeared in the center of his palms. It was not really strong, but he hoped it would be enough for save Da’an. He approached slowly his hands to Da’an’s glowing face and suddenly, he took his decision, pressing his burning palms to Da’an’s forehead. Almost instantaneously, the connexion to the Commonality was restored in an exalting joining, that caused both of them to sigh. Da’an opened his wide blue eyes and gently retired Liam’s hand from himself. The Taelon shot a last thankful look at his protector and fell in a depp unsconscienceness.
Liam sat on the ground. The healers came in some seconds after that the blazing light of his sha’ka’ra’va stopped. Mit’gai hurried at Da’an’s side. The other members of his staff waited at the door, impressed.
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| Seven ONine
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(1/29/01 11:16:26 am)
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Poor Da'an! Poor Zo'or! Really powerfully written — LIAM! Get moving!
| Duchess
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(1/29/01 11:50:54 am)
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Yikes! Did the others see Liam's Shaquariva? We know Da'an won't tell but did Mazorha notice? Liam still needs to help her!
Ahhhhhhh, Jeanne I am hooked! Don't let your schoolwork suffer, but post more as soon as you possibly can!
| Yvory 
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(1/29/01 12:05:09 pm)
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Ahhhhhhhh! Can't bear the tension!
Must! Not! Scratch! My! Monitor! In! Frustration!
Must! Remain! Calm!
BUT I CAN'T!!!!!! PLEASE ! HEAR ME!
MORE OF THIS IS NEEDED!
Kiwi
| Jehanne
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(1/29/01 3:30:46 pm)
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Mazorha was rocking herself in a continued motion. All what prevented her from falling unconscious too. Concentrate. The motion. The motion. The motion. Her thoughts were just series of basic and logic ideas, without any depht. Not Taelon.
She had had the vague impression that Mit’gai had brought her in an observation room. They were still at the Washington Embassy for what she remembered. Nobody had came for see her. Normal, she had killed Da’an. She had killed. He was dead. Dead. Dead. This word resonated in her head. She would not be Synod Leader at this time, nor even member. Not after what had happened.
She was dead anyway then that her death was ordered by the Synod for Da’an’s murder or die in pain from the Ka’atham results, where was the difference. Mazorha heard somebody’s pace. Who came for see her? The door disapeared for let someone enter. She did not raise the head for see who it was. She did not care.
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Liam’s heart ached when he entered in the chamber. He had took the time to see if Da’an would be okay, then had started to search for Zo’or. He had expected all but that. No, never he had believed that he would see Zo’or like this one day. The Synod Leader was sat in a corner of the little room, very alike a cell. She was curled up in what Human would call a fetal position, the arms passed around her knees, the chin on her chest. She was rocking herself, in a crazy-looking move. Exactly as she was doing when he had seen her in her chamber some hours earlier.
Zo’or did not raise the head for look at him, but he knew she was aware of his presence.
Liam approached her and knelt just in front of the weak Taelon. Her human disguise was only partly there. It let see the fine pink lines of energy under the false white skin. She looked like translucent, sick, so weak. “Zo’or?” he asked softly.
She slowly raised the head. “I think that I am becoming completly insane,” she finally said in a very little childlike voice. The stare given by her eyes seemed dead-like. There was no flame in it. It seemed to pass through Liam.
Liam sat beside her, back against the wall. Zo’or did not turn the head for follow his move. He took her firmly by the shoulders and forced her to turn for face him. She was still keeping the head lowered, the eyes fixing something that only she could see.
Finally, Zo’or seemed to truly acknowledge his presence. “Who are you?” she demanded him. Liam opened wide eyes, if she did not even recognize him, then things were much worse than what he had firstly believed. He still answered, keeping the contact.
“Liam. Liam Kincaid. You remember?” he whispered in return. Zo’or nodded slowly. Then Liam understood. She was not insane, or sick, but in shock. It seemed that it existed with the Taelons too.
“I killed him. I killed him.” She murmured this repeatadly, sometimes in english, sometimes in Taelon. Liam frowned. She thought she had killed Da’an. Before Liam could do something, the refrain changed. “They will kill me. Because I have killed him. I will die.”
Don’t fear the death, my ass, thought Liam. Zo’or’s words were becoming more and more fanatical, and in her eyes was a look that Liam decidly not loved. Suddenly the, until there unstopped, wave of meaningless word ceased and Zo’or closed her eyes, returning to her original form. The young man understood that the Taelon was trying to force himself to join the Void. He never hesitated. His moves were mechanical and sudden, like reflexes. He took Zo’or’s face between his hands and forced her to turn for look at him. The stare in her eyes was one of unbelievable sadness and complete despair. The Taelon’s flashing blue orbs were at just some centimeters of his owns. Liam was a second prisonner inside the world of those blue bottomless eyes. Blue. Blue was not the word for describe the color he saw in Zo’or’s eyes. “Listen to me,” he began, finally able to take his concentration back. “Zo’or, Da’an is not dead. You did not kill him. He’s alive.”
The look in Zo’or’s eyes tranformer in one of misunderstanding and also of a faint hope, the hope that Liam could be speaking the truth. She left Kincaid’s form and searched crazingly a place where she could look. Finding no ones, she fixed the green eyes of the man in front of her. “He… Da’an… is not dead…?” she asked. She seemed completly confused. Mazorha had sensed Da’an die, he could not be alive.
“No Zo’or. He’s not in very good health for the moment, but he’s still alive, this I can assure you. Mit’gai said that he would be okay,” whispered Liam. She almost did not realize that she closed her eyes. Mazorha felt as someone had just removed a great burden from her shoulders. Too weak for put back in place the Zo’or’s mask, she leaned forward so that her cheek was resting on Liam’s shoulder. She let the young man hold her. She felt his great surprise, but he passed his arms around her and she lost herself in the comfort and warmth of the embrace.
Zo’or reopened her eyes for be sure that it was real and not another day-dream she had. She was listening to the softs words that Kincaid whispered in her ears, attempting to soothe her. She did not really heard the words but she gave a start and backed slightly for face him when she heard her name, softly and loving ly pronounced: Mazorha. He could not know? She was looking at him without understanding, ignoring his questionning words. But maybe yes… Maybe…
The pain came back in the scene, making her scream. She released Liam for pass her arms around herself. Mazorha pressed her lips together but she could not stop the painful moaning to escape her mouth in a blow. She felt Kincaid’s arms gently lay her down on the floor. The last thing she saw was his incredibly green eyes looking straight into hers. She had just the strenght to murmur what had just crossed her mind, “Liel…” before passing out.
| Seven ONine
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(1/29/01 3:48:17 pm)
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GREAT! She knows who he is... can't wait for more! (Poor Zo'or/Mazorha)
| Holo Kat 
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(1/29/01 5:31:26 pm)
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Silly me, I forgot to reply again. Sorry, my brain's weird today, and every other day.  Two excellent parts that are still keeping my interest.
| SynZor
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(1/29/01 9:07:05 pm)
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Two terrific parts. He has got to save Mazorha/Zo'or. I hate to be pushy but yes yes yes - please more. I am on pins and needles needing to know what is going to happen.
| Adrienne
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(1/30/01 12:42:46 am)
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Great parts.
| Kelana
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(1/30/01 3:20:38 am)
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Hi,
Beautiful!! Loved the last part.
More soon, please : )
| newsyd
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(1/30/01 5:57:33 am)
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Bravo, pas mal!
La motivation est revenue, et les idées aussi!
| Yvory
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(1/30/01 9:47:13 am)
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Thank you for the new part!
I am calmer now
But not less curious of what will happen next.
This is so dramatic and wonderful.
More?
Kiwi
| Reme
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(1/30/01 10:40:36 am)
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Doing a little jig. My comp will now post for some reason( even after kid dropped it yesterday.) The periods even work this morning. This is a great fic. I love it Jeanne. YOU SEE! And you were thinking about stopping to write! Pooh! Who is getting grief at twelve at night from others using their comp!? It was KC. Join the club! I tried posting last night at two a.m.and my hubby was on mine! Gee, they have their own! Jeanne, love it and I will keep bumping it so don't anybody get mad. Seven, yeah I made it! now i get to get leave remarks for some of the fics I have been reading.
| Kelara
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(1/30/01 2:22:01 pm)
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*sigh* this was sooooo wonderful!! Still love it!!!
| Duchess
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(1/30/01 4:22:29 pm)
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Jeanne, I love this so much I want you to know I'm nominating it for Best Zo'or Story!
You go girl! This story is gripping and VERY interesting.
Keep up the good work!
(I keep talking in exclamation points don't I? *vbg*
| DanaQ2
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(1/31/01 11:07:02 am)
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Hi !!! What a great story!! how did I miss it before!
I didn't read the first parts, can you please e-mail them to me..(can't send you an e-mail, your e-mail address is not shown)
| cimiKC
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(1/31/01 12:13:56 pm)
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Jeanne! It's so great!!!!
Oh~ poor Da'an and Mazorha! *tears*
KC
| Reme
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(1/31/01 5:09:26 pm)
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So waiting for the rest of this Jeanne. By the way if April does not post here in the next few days thought I would let you guys know she is really sick and has pneumonia. I know, you know, Jeanne she is really, really big fan of yours. This needs an award. I am not participating in that this time, don't know if I can or how it works, but somebody needs to NOMINATE this!
| AKimera
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(1/31/01 5:12:51 pm)
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*tears*
Oh! This is wonderful!
More, please!!
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