I have to admit, the Titanic reference was totally a coincidence, but thanks. That's pretty cool.
Chapter Four
From this day onward, I will fear no heart attack. I will live immune from stroke. I will laugh at the idea of an aneurysm. Because if it had been physically possible for me to ever suffer any of those things in my lifetime, they would have occurred simultaneously at that moment.
Absolutely nothing could have prepared me for those words. Out of anything that she could have said at that point, calling Elfangor her husband was my mother's nuclear trump card. For long moments after she asked me about him, my mind came to a screeching halt. She was calling him her husband. She knew Elfangor. She knew everything. My mother was... Elfangor's wife? How was that even possible?! Did that mean...
I must have made a strangled, confused noise, because my mother stopped to roll her eyes. "Yes, Andalite, your precious warprince Elfangor went and married a lowly human. Here's a tip, get over it. The yeerks, they say that he's dead. They say that creep killed him. Tell me they're wrong. It's just stories, just bragging. Tell me where Elfangor is. He has to be leading your group. No one else would know earth the way you guys have to, doing everything that you've done. Only someone whose lived here would know how to keep you hidden. Only someone from Earth could manage that and he's the only one of you that's lived here, so where is he? Tell me!" There was a note of desperation in her voice, like this was the only thing she was holding onto, and even if she had been of no relation to me at all, my heart would have broken for her then, knowing what I knew.
Elfangor had lived here, he'd been on earth, probably for years. He was married to my mother! My mother was his... did that mean that I was... that he was...
<Elfangor was my father!> The realization came to me and I blurted it out even before I realized what I was saying. But it made sense. The pain I still felt about his death, the closeness I'd felt to him even in that short time, all of it made sense. It all fit, but it was all insane. Elfangor couldn't be my father, could he? Was it even possible for a morphed creature to... well yeah I guess that was a stupid question. And one I absolutely did not need to think about just then. My mind was already bent in half.
I realized that I'd said the words outloud a second later as Loren stared at me. Her eyes were wide, and for a second I thought she'd realized who she was holding. Then she spoke quickly. "Ohhh god, your father? He had children back with his own people... of course he did." She shook her head as though trying to cope with that idea. "Of course he would, right? I'm sorry, all this must be crazy for you. Look, just... demorph, okay? It's safe here, trust me." My mother gave me a warm smile and I felt my heart turn over. "I won't let anyone see you."
I wanted to demorph, or rather, morph. I wanted to be my human self. I wanted to wrap my arms around my mother tightly and hold on so she'd never go away again. I wanted to tell her everything that had happened and make her explain the rest of it. I wanted to bury my face in her shoulder and cry, because she was my mother and she was here. I desperately wanted hands, so I could touch her face. I wanted a nose so I could smell her hair and never forget what she smelled like again. I was not a bird. I was a boy. I wanted my mother.
But I couldn't do any of those things. I couldn't change form, I couldn't let her see who I was. I couldn't even let on that I knew who she was. Because, as unlikely as it seemed, she could still be infested. This could all be a trap. An overly elaborate, completely coincidental trap, but there was always a chance. Maybe they figured that Ax was here and she was supposed to lure Elfangor's nephew. I had no idea, but I did know that it nearly killed me not to tell her exactly who I was. If I hadn't been a bird for so long, if showing emotion wasn't almost foreign to me by now, I would have broken down.
Instead, I just focused my laser sharp gaze on her face, committing every contour to memory. She waited expectantly, and I studied her with the intense longing of a man visited by his daughter for the last moments before an execution.
She waited, and I studied, but I had the feeling that I was forgetting something.
When I heard a tree fall over as an elephant trumpeted, I remembered what it was. <Oh ****, Rachel, wait!>
The tiny clearing was suddenly full of angry African Elephant as Rachel yelled. <Put him down!> Then her trunk wrapped around Loren's body and lifted her up, as easily as Loren was holding me. She opened her hands in her surprise, dropping me into the weeds with a cry.
I hit hard and shoved myself over with my good wing. <Rachel, wait! She's my mother!> Somehow, I managed to remember to direct the cry only to her.
That made her stop suddenly, her trunk limp as Loren fell from it to land with a surprised grunt on the ground. <She's your WHAT?> Rachel's voice was as confused and shocked as I felt. <Tobias, your mother is... I mean, isn't she...>
<She's right there.> I struggled to my talons weakly. <I don't know how, but it's HER, Rachel.>
Then my mother was on her feet, dusting herself off with an annoyed look as she pointed a finger at the massive animal that could have literally sat on her and squished her flatter than a manhole cover. "You Andalites are insane! You're insane! I'm trying to help you! I'm on your side! You think you can just walk up here as an elephant and toss me around for fun? Demorph so I can strangle you with your own tail, you arrogant jerk!"
Rachel lifted her large head to me approvingly. <Okay, I like her.>
I was too busy staring at my mother again in surprise to respond. Where had she come from? Where had she been all this time? How did she meet Elfangor? Was he really my dad? What the hell was going on? Finally, I managed to ask. <Where... where are the others?>
<With Karen.> Rachel replied, keeping her attention on Loren. <When you didn't come back, I came to check. I saw Chapman's car, and for a second, I thought he... I thought you...> Her voice broke slightly but she caught it. <Anyway, I morphed and I was about to go ahhhh... ask Chapman if he had you, but I heard something over here and saw her with you. I thought... your mother was... I mean, how?>
I replied a little slowly. <I don't know, Rachel. But there's more. A lot more. She said that Elfangor was her husband, and... I think that means he... Elfangor.. was my dad. My father was... he was Elfangor.>
If I'd thought Rachel couldn't be more surprised than when I told her who my mother was, I was wrong. She nearly fell over. <Your dad!? Your dad was... oh Tobias, I'm so... I'm... oh god. Your father was our...But that means you're... what are you?>
<Like I ever know what I am?> I muttered sarcastically.
Loren raised both hands, waving a little. "Hi. Still over here. You wanna include me in your conversation?>
I hesitated, looking to Rachel. She didn't seem to have any answers, so I took a breath and decided to take a chance. She couldn't really be a yeerk, not at this point. I was going to tell my mother exactly what was going on. No matter what happened after that, for this moment, my mother was here. Nothing could tear my attention away from her.
Which was, of course, when the five hundred pound gorilla knuckle walked in.
<Yo.> Marco said, lifting a hand to cover his brow as he looked to my mother. <Who's the babe?>
<Babe?> Rachel echoed, then looked to me pleadingly. <Oh let me tell him. Please let me tell him.>
<She's my mother.> I said, the note of surprise at those words still evident. <My mom. She's my mom. Mother, my mom, my... mother.> I kept repeating it, as thought doing so would make it any clearer.
Marco sat down abruptly. It looked funny, a gorilla just plopping down like that. He blinked, then rubbed a large hairy hand over his rear. <I've gotta stop doing that every time I see a mother. Dude, Tobias, no offense, but your mom is hot. And kind of familiar somehow.>
<No offense?> Rachel seemed to be echoing Marco a lot today. She looked at me. <You know, I still have this huge trunk. I can pitch him across the freeway for you. I would really, really like to do that.>
While they argued, I just kept staring in awe at my mother, who was apparently tired of being seemingly ignored. She walked between the three of us and held up her hands. "Okay, guys? Your'e obviously confused, which I guess is understandable what with one of the primitive rock pounders knowing who you are. But get over it. I can't believe I'm the one saying this on earth, but, take me to your leader."
<Oh yes.> Marco said quickly. <Let's take her to Jake. He has to see this for himself. We'll never be able to prove it otherwise.>
Finally it occurred to Rachel to ask him. <How did you find us, anyway?>
<We were on our way to Chapman's place when Ax found us. Jake should be back with the rest of them by now. They sent me to figure out what was taking you guys so long.>
Rachel leaned her head down to pick me up gently with her trunk, then started to back out of the clearing. <All right, well you watch her and Tobias and I will remorph and then we'll go meet the others. And Marco, try not to hit on her. You're supposed to be an Andalite, and Andalites don't hit on humans.>
No, they just marry them.
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<She's your what?!> Jake nearly exploded out of his crouch. He was a wolf, sitting outside Ax's scoop, which is sort of like a very natural house made out of a hole in the ground. It was the only safe place they'd been able to think of to take Karen. The three of us had escorted Loren across the forest to find it. Actually, Marco and Rachel had escorted her, saying little. I hadn't trusted myself not to spill everything to her, so I'd flown ahead to warn the others we were coming.
<My mom.> I confirmed. <She's my mom, Jake.> I perched on a low branch and looked at Jake and Melissa, the latter of whom was currently a doberman, both sitting on either side of Karen. The girl herself was napping against a tree. The trip, and all the excitement, seemed to have worn her out.
<But how is that possible?!> If Jake had possessed hands at that moment, they would have been flapping around in confusion. <Your mother, she's there and she knows about the yeerks? But we didn't tell... and they didn't. How?!>
<I don't know, Jake. I don't know. All I know is I thought she was dead and she's alive.>
Ax was nearby, dipping a hoof in the stream to drink. Andalites absorb food and water that way. <This is a good thing, is it not?>
<Yeah and, Ax-Man... there's something else.> I hesitated. <She... She said that Elfangor was her husband.>
Slipping on his front hooves, Ax nearly took a header into the stream in his rush to turn around. Water splashed up everywhere as he whirled, focusing all four eyes on me in a rare occurance while taking a few quick steps toward my tree. <She said what?!>
<Believe me, you're not as shocked as I am. She says he's her husband. I mean was her husband. Ax, I think he lived here for awhile. I think that's why he fought so hard to save us... why he was willing to break your laws to give us a chance. I.... I think he's my father.>
There, I'd told him what I thought I knew. I watched Ax carefully. Would he be ashamed that his brother had married outside of his species? Would he hate that he was now in a way related to me? Would it change what he thought of us humans? Would it change what he thought of his brother? Melissa and Jake seemed just as interested in his response to this as I was, remaining silent, at least as far as I knew.
Finally, after several long moments, Ax reached one delicate, seven-fingered hand up to me, slightly touching my feathers. <Tobias, my shorm. If what you say is true, then it has laid to rest my one fear of my brother's last actions. I feared that he would not have known for certain that the race he was giving this gift to was worthy of it, that he was blindly breaking our laws without knowing if you were deserving. Now I am sure that he did know. You were always my friend, and now you are my family. And that my brother would choose the woman who would be your mother as a lifemate, she must be a remarkable female. I must meet her.>
The bushes shook as someone crashed through them nearby, making us all look around that way. It was a good thing we were interrupted at that point, because I couldn't have spoken just then. I was so affected by his words that I couldn't find my voice. I'd expected him to be angry, or at least begrudging. Instead he'd accepted me, accepted what had happened and embraced it. Maybe Ax was more like Elfangor than he thought.
Through the shaking bushes came my mother, panting and coughing. She stopped when she saw Ax. "Oh thank god... one of you isn't hiding in morph. I..." She took a moment to catch her breath, holding up a hand "I... your friends.. they saw a truck. There was a truck with a..." She coughed a little, obviously having run for quite some distance through the trees. "... truck with a cage in the back. One of those little hork-bajir was in it, just a kid.>
Jake was on his feet then, moving over to her. <One of the free hork-bajir children? Where is the truck? What happened?> Just like that, he took charge without a second's pause, snapping to his leader mode as he questioned her.
My mother at once focused on him rather than Ax. Maybe it was his 'I know what I'm doing here' tone. Or maybe it's just that way that Jake has with grown-ups all the time, that he's responsible and they can trust him. "The... gorilla and the bird went to follow them. I don't think they were yeerks. The men in the truck kept talking about the monster or the demon." She seemed to notice the sleeping girl next to the dog then, quickly moving that way. "Is that Karen? What is she doing here? What--" She blanched. "Oh god, he was going after her, wasn't he? Chapman was going after Karen."
Ax answered for us. <Yes, we retrieved the child because the adult Chapman believes she is infested with a yeerk when she is not. But if he were ever to find that out, he would infest her immediately.> He hesitated slightly. <She knows many secrets we do not wish the yeerks to have.>
Loren nodded slowly, though she obviously didn't understand what one little girl could possibly know. It was all I could do not to morph into my human self right then and hold her, begging her not to leave again.
Melissa seemed to notice my yearning, that or she just had the common sense to realize what I had to be feeling. <Should Tobias tell her? I mean, she's his mom. She'd want to know. He deserves-->
Whatever she was about to say I deserved was cut off by a shadow blotting out the sun, making me instinctively jerk back in case some mob of crows was trying to pick a fight. Instead, Rachel shot down out of the sky, the massive wingspan of her bald eagle being what blocked the light. She came in hard, flared almost too late, and caught the branch almost directly next to me, sending the thing rocking with her momentum when she hit. <They've got--!> She paused. <Hey, that was a pretty hot laaaaaaahhh!> Her last words turned into a cry that joined my own as the branch decided it had had enough and snapped, sending us both to the ground in a heap of feathers.
We were tangled for a moment, until Loren moved over to pull us apart. I felt a slight rush of heat at the idea of my mother seperating us, until Rachel managed to get out what she was trying to say. <They took Marco! Those creeps with the cages hit him with this other truck and he stopped moving. They hauled him in.>
My mother frowned, and I realized Rachel had been using public thoughtspeak. "Who is Marco?"
Rachel went silent, and we all looked to each other until Jake stepped forward. He seemed to make a decision. <We need to save our friend. Will you stay here with the human girl?>
Loren didn't hesitate. She nodded. "I'll stay here with her. You can trust me."
Jake regarded her briefly before saying softly. <We are.> He turned to me then. <Tobias, I know this is hard, but you have to focus. We need you. Can you focus on this?>
I couldn't look at him, because it would mean looking away from my mother. <But Jake, my mom. She's-->
<I know man.> Jake sounded torn, like he hated himself for pushing me, for asking this. <But we have to save Marco. And the Hork-Bajir kid. Please.>
Finally, relunctantly, I looked away and sighed. <I'll help save them. But I'm telling her the truth, Jake. If she's still here when we get back, it proves she can be trusted. I'm telling her after this.> I met Jake's gaze, bird and wolf staring at one another, until he lowered his head in agreement.
Ax spoke up tersely. <There is another problem.>
We all looked at him, in that way that dared him to give more bad news. But Ax is always immune to those looks, and went on. <If my calculations are right, Marco has been in morph for approximately forty eight of your minutes. He cannot demorph while he is being observed without giving away his identity. And the odds of this information not getting back to the yeerks are extremely low.>
Melissa continued his thought for him. <So if we don't free him in just over an hour, Marco's either going to be trapped as a gorilla...>
Jake's voice was grim, as he finished their words, starting off into the trees at a run. <Or the yeerks find out who we are.>