A Plan To Stay
817 Words
“What are you thinking?” the doctor asked, looking at Lincoln Hust. He has been the head of the museum long before I was a small child. He was part of a generation-long forgotten. There were very few people that lived through that time.
“She is an odd one,” Lincoln Hust said, tapping his glasses. “She knows things. She seems to be aware there are mistakes in our records.”
“Mistakes?” I asked. “Why wasn’t I made aware of these mistakes?” How are there still things that I did not know? How are there still so many things that I did not know? I will learn it all, though, but it is so hard when she is all that I can think about.
“Because they are not actually mistakes. They are more like historical inaccuracies that we show everyone to be true because it is safer if humans were to travel here.” He paused and looked at the doctor for a moment. “Well, normally it is. She seemed to pick through all of the things we thought would be safer to say quickly.”
“What does that mean?” I asked him.
“It means that if someone with a higher intelligence on the information that we have here were to try to pick through everything, they might figure out that something is going on.”
“What is your suggestion?”
“I suggest we hire her. We get her to work for us. She could pick through everything better than even I could. She could help us get information, and having a human face might be just something that could help if others were to follow her.” This was not a suggestion that I thought he would make. He hated humans. He believed they did not have the fire in them to make the decisions that the world required them to make.
“You suggest this?” I asked.
“I do. She has proven that she will not attack any of us outright, and she has proven that she is also willing to defend if called upon.”
I felt my blood boiling. “Are you suggesting that we just use her as cannon fodder?”
He swallowed hard. His adam’s apple dancing in his throat. It was caught and moved down and then up and then down again. “I mean no disrespect, sir. I only meant to say that it was possible that she was more willing than others to fight for a cause that she does not understand and never could.” He was right, of course. He was entirely right. She would never have an understanding of who we are, of what we do. No matter what. No matter if I decide to mate with her or not. She will never understand. She never will be able to. How can I ask her too?
Still, I was furious with him. How dare he? How dare he make a comment about using her in a fight? If I have my way, she will never be near a fight. If I have my way, she will never be close enough to be considered part of the fighting. I cannot risk her getting hurt. Dying? That was out of the question. It is out of the question. I could not, and I will not imagine her death. It is inconceivable to think of her death. I will not think of her death. As long as she is in my care, she will not get hurt. I will do everything I need to ensure that as long as she is in my care, I will protect her. She will see no harm as long as I have a say in what is going on. “The human will never fight for us,” I finally growled out.
“Of course, sir,” Lincoln Hurst stated, looking away from me.
I did not care how he felt about any of this. I did not need his approval, but his idea was solid. “I do like your idea, though.”
“My idea, sir,” he said, turning his attention quickly back to me.
“Yes. Trying to keep her around as someone that could be a liaison between the two worlds, at least historically speaking.”
“That is all well and good,” the doctor stated, looking at me. “But I think there are two things you are missing.”
“The first is how are we supposed to make her a liaison without telling her anything.”
“I will deal with that as the moment comes.” I still have not dealt with it. “And what is the other thing?”
“What if she says no?” No woman has ever said no to me.
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