Rivers Run Deep

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Rivers Run Deep




Chapter 28




For several days, Lee’tha would return to El’s quarters, always escorted by the healer. When she arrived, El would always be finishing a meal with Ver’On and Sol, and would refuse to touch anymore food till evening meal. By then, Lee’tha was returned to her quarters for the night. Lee’tha wondered if she would ever get her chance to slip the poison to El. Today, when she arrived, El and Ver’On were at the back of the room, working on her motorized machine. She thought that maybe she had her chance, but then she saw the dishes on the table, and the servant girl picking them up to take away. At this rate, she would never be able to do what Kire’Baa demanded, and her sisters would be as disgraced as she.


“Do you think they can fix it?” El asked of Ver’On. Lee’tha went over to see what they were doing. Ver’On pulled the tarp back down over the odd machine. In all the time she came and went from this room, she was never shown the machine. She’d only been told it belonged to El, and it came from her home world.


“We can try. I’ll get Sol to help me take it to the machine shop. Perhaps a wire sprung loose somewhere.” When he turned, he grunted indifferently to Lee’tha. El turned and smiled.


“Hi Lee’tha, you just get here?”


“Yes, you door was open. You should be more careful.”


“Healer Ter’Oth has clearance,” Ver’On stated, “I wanted to be sure he could get to El if there were any problems.”


El looked at Ver’On. He’d never lied before. They had left the door unlocked, so they wouldn’t have to open it for the server to leave. Ver’On just looked at her, his gaze telling her not to contradict what he’d just told her. “How are you today?” El asked, inspecting the remains of the bruising to her jaw.


“Much better,” she replied, feeling odd that she would take an interest in her wounds, just as Uni had. “Healer Ter’Oth is wonderful with his hands.” El giggled. Lee’tha realized her poor choice of words. “NO!” she cried, turning to see Ter’Oth looking back at her, he wasn’t embarrassed, in fact he seemed a bit proud. “I didn’t mean it like that! Oh please, don’t think ill of him. He’s a very kind Yautja.”


“It’s ok Lee’tha. I understand. Healers…have to be good…with their hands…” and she laughed once more, “to do their work well.”


Lee’tha couldn’t help but laugh right along with El, at times, she really could be funny, even with the thoughts that go behind a simple sentence or phrase. Ver’On shook his head, and walked by, taking attention to the healer as he had not left just yet. “What is it?” Ver’On asked him.


“It has come to my attention, that you have not inoculated your ooman,” the healer stated. “I would have thought you to be more careful of a prospective mate.”


“She has not been sick,” he stated flatly, watching the females head towards the resting bowl nearest the window. “Tell me Ter’Oth. Should I be worried that she does not wish to leave the view of the stars? It is all that she seems to want to look at.”


“Go through ritual, and she will look at you more,” Ter’Oth chuckled, pulling up a bag. Ver’On didn’t’ laugh. “Still. There are ailments that our kind get form time to time, we have been around them long enough that we just shake them off. But for an ooman, I would say she could die from them. I’ve prepared these injections,” he laid out the vials, “based on the blood workup I had done on her from the Cot-la room incident. They should be given to her every four hours, till there is nothing left.”


“How much?” Ver’On asked, as the healer headed over to the females.


“I would say give her half of each tube, till gone, every four hours. That should prevent her system from getting too shocked at the same time.” He looked down to the females as they laughed together over something trivial. “Ooman, I need your arm.”


“NO!” Ver’On ordered, as the healer reached for El. Hearing Ver’On’s urgent protest, she moved to the far side of the bowl, putting Lee’tha between them. Sol came up to stand on the other side of the healer, taking the injection tool and the vials from him.


“Ver’On, if she becomes ill, with one of our ailments, her own immune system could try to fight it, possibly end up changing it, then there would be a whole new strain, and we could all die of it.”


“Ver’On, he has a point,” El began. “It was always a fear of my people, while dealing with biological warfare, if a virus that they created, and had a cure for, could change, becoming a new strain. Then the original treatment would no longer work. It would be like the black plague of Europe all over again. Thousands died. Please, I’d hate for that to happen here.”


“You see Ver’On, even the ooman sees the wisdom of this precaution,” Ter’Oth stated, taking back his tools.


“But if he calls me ‘the ooman’ one more time,” El looked to Ver’On, who didn’t have to be told the rest of her statement. Even he did not like him using the derogatory term for her.
“I agree,” Ver’On stated. “She has a name. El, and you WILL use it.”


Ter’Oth tried to stand taller than Ver’On, but they were of equal height, seeing eye to eye. Then the growling began, first Ter’Oth, then Ver’On, getting louder by the second. Ter’Oth only backed down, when Sol stepped up, and added his own growl to that of Ver’On. Ter’Oth stood back, bowing his head. “Very well,” he said, and turned to the females. “Eal-l,” he said, feeling the sounds roll out of his mouth. “I will need your arm.”


“Ok,” she replied, as though it was no big deal. Ter’Oth depressed the injection tool to her arm, and administered half the contents of the tube. When he took the tool away, El looked at her skin. There were tiny pin holes all in a circle about the size of a dime, about half way from her wrist to her elbow. “How does that thing work?” she asked.


Ter’Oth looked at her, his head cocked to one side. “Do you expect to study to be a healer?” he asked sarcastically.


“No, I just would like to know how you can inject someone, without a needle.”


Ter’Oth offered the tool to her, turning it so the injector side was facing her. “There are several tiny needles that penetrate the skin. There is a tiny disinfectant sponge that cleanses your skin before the needles reach down into it. Then when the medicine is delivered, the needles are retract and severed, the cuttings are dropped into this holding container, and new ones replace them, ready for the next use. Your ooman healers can learn a lot from us, but they are too busy cutting into things they cannot fix.”


“Hey, you’re preaching to the choir here, I know HUMANS have a lot to learn,” El stated, looking over her arm as the tiny marks began to fade. “Their philosophy is, shoot first figure out what it wanted later. They fear what they don’t understand, so they destroy it.”


“Why are you not like that?” Lee’tha asked.


“Because a PERSON is a calm rational individual. It’s when you get us in a group that there’s problems.” Ver’On secured the rest of the vials of medicine, for El to use later, using their signals from before, he told her that she was to administer a shot to herself every 4 hours. She nodded, and put the vials aside, securing the injection tool with them. She then turned her attention back to the stars outside.


“Why do you look at them?” Lee’tha asked, trying to figure out El’s captivation.


“You need to come from where I did, to understand,” she replied, watching the reflection of Ver’On and Sol, as they removed her bike out the door. “Looks like Ter’Oth will be staying with us for a bit.”


Ter’Oth heard her. “The males will take some time, moving your machine. Besides, I need to observe you for a while, to be sure your not suffering any adverse effects.”


“Good idea.”


“Do not sound so sarcastic,” he warned. “I may have made the inoculations to work with your blood, but you must understand, we have never KEPT oomans before.”


“What is it with you? You have no trouble pronouncing all the other words in your language, but HUMAN is the all mighty conundrum?”


Lee’tha put her hand on El’s arm. “Calm down El, it is the same for all our kind. There is not word in our language, other than Pyode Amedha. We try as close to your language as best we can, and OOMAN is the result.”


El looked to Ter’Oth. “I’m sorry, Ter’Oth, please forgive me. I’ve asked the same thing of Ver’On and Sol many times, but they only said that it meant the same. I’ve been trying to teach – ” suddenly El put her hand to her mouth, as though she were about to be sick, her face lost all color, and her skin broke out in a cold sweat. “ – excuse me.” She hastily whispered, and ran to the bathroom to be ill. Ter’Oth quickly followed.


Lee’tha was left alone. Across the pillows she saw the injection tool, and the rolled up vials of medicine. The poison was meant for ingestion, but sense El wouldn’t eat or drink anything in her presence, and refused all snacks and beverages she offered her, this may be her only chance to get the poison into her system. Lee’tha carefully removed one of the vials from the pouch, and took out the pouch of powder from her dress pocket.






“Are you alright!?” Ter’Oth hollered again through the door. She’d locked the door to the facility room before he could reach her. Again he pound on the door, all he could here was her gagging, and plashing of water. “EL!!!” he roared, and scratched at the surface of the panel.


“Ter’Oth,” he turned to see Lee’tha there in the door to the bedroom, El had made her promise not to come any further, and she never broke her word to the ooman yet. “Ask her nicely to open the door. You may be surprised at what you get in response.”


“Females,” Ter’Oth shook his head. Why couldn’t females obey their male superiors and mates, like all the other warrior Yautjas? Hearing her gag once more, and the water begin to run, he decided that with this particular female, he needed a different tactic. “El…please…open the door.” His tone was like a child saying they were sorry to their sibling, when really they didn’t mean what they said at all. But to his surprise, El did open the door, and holding her stomach, she walked clear of the bathroom. Ter’Oth turned her to the bed, pushing her to go lie down. “I don’t think you’ll be doing much today.”


“I just got out of bed,” she complained, as she saw where he was sending her.


“And you will go back. You need to take the rest of the inoculations, and I believe it would be best if you did that in bed. Lee’tha,” he noticed she had not set even one claw passed the threshold of the door. “What are you doing?”


“El has made me promise never to enter here again, and I have kept my word.”


“Fine, fine, go get the injector and the vials.” The female disappeared from the door. “You are a good influence on her,” he said to El, as he pulled the top cover on the bed over her shoulders. “She was never known to keep her word before.”


“No one ever asked her to promise something before,” El stated, shivering beneath the welcome cover. “You like her, don’t you?” Ter’Oth’s eyes quickly met hers, his expression was of shocked horror, but his eyes…his eyes told her all she needed to know. “I figured as much.”


“Say nothing…” he whispered, nearly pleading. “If anyone ever suspects, my reputation will…”


“Relax, who would I tell…more to the point…who would believe me?”


“You have a point.” He looked up at the soft knock on the door frame. Lee’tha was there, holding up the medicine, and the injector. Calmly he went to her and took it, and for a moment, when his fingers overlapped her hand, he thought maybe, just maybe…it could happen. Lee’tha took her hand away, and returned to the sitting area. “Tell me ooman, how did you know?” he asked quietly, setting the medicine down on the floor near her.


“You are the only one who escorts her here. Ver’On didn’t assign anyone to do it. And Lee’tha can’t stop talking about you. Then the other day, when we were out, watching the sparing matches, I caught you looking at her, several times.”


“I could have easily been looking at you,” he said in defense.


“Yea right. We were ten feet apart. You were looking at her, and not the fighters like you were supposed too.”


“Will you tell Lee’tha?”


“No. Ver’On made me promise not to try and fix males up with females. Besides, if you pay a little more attention to her, maybe pull her a little more out of the life she’s been living, you may find that she really likes you too.”


“She will never leave that life,” he sighed.


“How do you know?”


“She is loved my many, the best warriors have taken her. What would she see in a common healer?”


El put her hand to his left cheek, shocking him out of his self pity. “Not so common, when you show her you care.”


Ter’Oth cocked his head to one side. “How?”


“Well, I know she likes the soft material over there. I traded for it, believe me it wasn’t easy. Thing is, it’s not my color, so I know it will look good on her. Now you’re a healer, you have scans of her body right?”


“Yes.”


“Can you make a life size visual representation of her?”


“Yes. But that is not what my records are for.”


“Do it anyway, and have the clothing maker measure the image, to get the right dimensions. Then have him, or her, make a dress for her.”


“You want me to give her a dress?”


“Hey, it’s a start. Flowers seem to be out of the question. I think you guys eat them.”






Ver’On returned a while later, to find Lee’tha sitting in the main area, but no sign of El. Before he could launch into his interrogation of the female, Ter’Oth emerged from the bedroom, a large cloth folded under his arm. Ter’Oth made sure that Ver’On was between him and Lee’tha while they spoke, if El’s plan was going to work, Lee’tha couldn’t know about the cloth. “Where is El?” Ver’On demanded.


“She reacted to the medicine. She’s fine,” he eased, keeping the male from running off. I have advised her to rest while she continues the medicine regiment. I have others to see, can Sol escort Lee’tha back to her quarters?”


“Lee’tha can make it back on her own,” Ver’On grumbled, and made his way passed the healer to the bedroom. By the time Ver’On had moved, Ter’Oth was grateful that Sol had moved to take Lee’tha to the door. He decided to wait for her to be well on her way before leaving.






“My’El,” Ver’On purred in her ear. El turned over, and he tried to kiss her.


“Don’t!” she warned, putting her hand over her mouth. Ver’On looked at her, bewildered. The night before, she had him slide his tongue into her mouth, to show him how ooman’s kissed, and as best he could, he followed her instructions. He enjoyed the feeling, and her taste, and she enjoyed it as well. Nearly driving him to the point where he would take her, if he did not put a stop to it.


“What is it?” he asked, “I thought you like me kissing you?”


“I do, but I just got sick. Even though I downed three glasses of water, I don’t think you want the taste of vomit in your mouth.”


“True. Tell me, My’El, had you not just got out of this bed?”


“Yes, and Ter’Oth ordered me back in.”


“Then perhaps I should carry you around for a while. It will help you to move around, get some air.”


“I’d like that, and your grand father seeing you carrying me everywhere will really go over well.”


“What are you talking about, Grand father never wanders the halls.”


“He has been for a while. Whenever Lee’tha, Sol and I go out, he’s just around the corner, every time.”


“He is, is he?” Ver’On did not like the sound of that, not at all. “Then perhaps we shall spend the day resting. Do you remember I promised I would give you pleasure beyond words?”


“Yes.”


“Turn over. I will rub your body, help you know what to expect form me during ritual.”


“You sure you should do that? Remember what happened last night, and that was just from a kiss.”


Ver’On began to nip at her neck, moving the collar of her dress down her shoulder. “I know what I’m doing,” he said gently, and she nodded, rolling over in the bed.