River Falls

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WARNING: The following work of fiction contains, extream violence, course language (at times), sexual sudgestions, nudety, and explicit sex. If you are
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Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)

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River Falls
Book 4




Chapter 4





“I have done all I can,” Sa’ton stated. “The rest is up to her.”


“What can we do?” M’Pa asked. “Is she awake? Will she wake?”


“What you do is up to you. She is not awake now, and I don’t know when she’ll wake.”


“What do we do?” M’Pa asked again, taking the now empty bottle form the baby.


“We make her comfortable,” Ralph stated, watching the amount of liquid left in the bottle he held. “Whenever El was upset, stressed, or just wanted to be alone, she’d go to the canyon. If we can simulate those same conditions, and put the babies near her so she can hear them, she may just come around.”


“The gardens,” Ver’On suggested. “She liked to said beneath one particular tree in the gardens.”


“I thin,” M’Pa began, accepting instruction from Ralph how to burp the now fussing infant. “It was because the ground was contoured in such away that it gave her the best support.”


“Can she be moved?” Ver’On asked.


“You best let my staff move her. Once she is settled, don’t move her. If she wakes, send for me.” The three nodded, and Sa’ton left to arrange for El to be moved.


An hour later, Ver’On, M’Pa, Ralph, and Ro, were gathered around El beneath her tree. Behind the males there were the nursers, watching over the babies. El lay in the grass in the middle of their circle, wrapped in sheets almost like a mummy. Her face was pale and still, hardly even her nostrils flared as she breathed so shallowly. Her hair was brushed straight by her attentive mates, and carefully draped over the gentle cushion beneath her head.


Once in a while M’Pa would purr loudly, to sooth the near anguished groans from his friend, and he looked down at their mate. M’Pa had only heard of Ver’On’s grief stricken rage aboard the ship after his first mate had passed. Though he had seen the recording of his and El’s battle, he did not want to witness it first hand.


Ver’On straightened his posture, and looked to M’Pa, nodding his thanks to him. “Purring,” M’Pa whispered. “It is what she loved of us best. Perhaps if we both purred to her, she will know she is safe, and maybe she will come around faster.”


Anything, Ver’On gestured, unable to speak. Anything to have her back with me. M’Pa nodded, and began to purr with Ver’On, his heart heavy, as though Ver’On wanted El all to himself. It seemed, to him anyway, that he was losing his position. The babies were Ver’On’s, El was his mate first before him, it would only be a matter of time that he would lose El completely.






Softly the hand slid over her hair, the backs of gentle fingers caressing softly the flesh of her cheek as she slowly woke. The grass was a deep green, and smelled of soft mint and humus earth. Above her was cast the shadow of a great tree, one she’d never seen before. A hand came to her field of vision, and she recognized the blotchy yellow to green skin, with hints of black reaching from the back of the hand. But the hand was far too slender to be either Ver’On’s or M’Pa’s, it had to be Lee’tha’s. But when she turned to greet her friend, it was a pair of soft green eyes, moist with tears that stared back at her.
At first she was nervous, no female had dared show her this kind of attention without being introduced to her first. As the two looked at each other, El could not help but feel…she knew this female, though she’d never before laid eyes on her.


“Thank you,” she finally said, cupping El’s cheek in her hand. “You have done what I could not. I am happy now.”


“I have done? Done what?” she asked.


“You have made Ver’On very happy. Thank you.”


EL shifted her position and sat up. “Uni?”


“Yes. Thank you, so much.”


“You’re dead…”


“Yes. And you are a very strong Ooman. I could hope for no better from his choice of mate.”


“What’s happening?”


“You are resting. Not to worry. You will not die.”


“I don’t understand…”


“Hush…you’ll be fine. I won’t let anything happen to you. Just as I had protected you in the past.”


“What?”


“It was a long time ago. You probably don’t remember.”


“Remember what?”


The female laughed gently, holding up a long stick. “You fell in the river, and hit your head. You were so young, you could not swim, but you still tried. I helped you then. I helped you reach out and grab this stick.” El ran her hand over the stick. “You probably don’t remember.”


“My mom told me…when I was little…I nearly drowned. But I didn’t believe her.”


“Believe. That was when we first met…your spirit and mine. I was hoping that one day I could figure out how to bring you to Ver’On. I’d no idea that he would find you. And I protected you ever sense.”


“Protected me?”


“The night your father got angry at you?”


“Yeah?”


“I was the one who told you to run. I knew danger was coming.”


“You?”


“Yes. I have been with you all this time. I knew Ver’On would want you. I just didn’t know how to bring you to him. I am pleased he found you. Now rest.”


“It was you? You gave me those horrible feelings! Those moments of fear and panic!!?”


“It was all I had…all I could give.”


“That time when Lee’tha was in trouble?”


Uni nodded. “I’m glad you could help her.”


“That time in the dinning hall…when that boy…something happened to him!”


“Yes.”


“And when Kire’Baa was coming at me?”


Uni’s gentle expression turned suddenly hard and stoic. “That I would not allow.”


“Not allow? What are you talking about?”


“You would not move. Your Ooman senses were overwhelmed by the scent of Ver’On, he wanted you, and you him. But I could not let Kire’Baa harm you. He already killed me, I would not let him kill you. I was the one who gave you the strength to hold the spear, to turn it at its speed into Kire’Baa’s chest. Do you really think that an Ooman would have been able to do it with their own strength?”


“You had me kill him!”


“It had to be done!” she screamed. “And he knew. In the end he knew who it was that killed him. In his death, my shadow over you was visible to him. He saw me, in you, as he died. And I watched the huntsman come and drag his spirit off to the nether world, where all the dishonored dead go when they die.”


“I’ve been haunted by that site ever since! YOU USED ME!”


“Be calm El,” Uni sighed, pulling the frightened Ooman to her breast, smoothing her hair to calm her. “It’s alright. When you wake to your mates around you, you will no longer be fearful of that event. It will no longer haunt you.” The two looked up as another female Yautja came beneath the tree. She was old and grey, her dreads and thin hair reaching her hips if not further. She was dressed in a long white gown, with no symbols to show her lineage, nor mated house. Gently she purred at the two beneath the tree, and reached out her hand. Un let El go, and got up.


“Where are you going?” El cried, suddenly feeling cold.


Uni turned back to her, her mandibles forming a gentle smile. “I have to go,” she replied. “It’s my time. But it is not yours. Rest El, be happy with Ver’On. Give him many more sons and daughters. You’re on your own now El. I can’t help you any more. The rest is up to you.”


There wasn’t much else that she could say. The more Uni got closer to this ancient female, the more the world around her blurred, and the more tired she felt. Slowly she slumped to the ground, listening to the distant purring of males she knew so well.


She was going home. A home she chose with her mates, a home she would die for, to bring life to her family. She only hoped that her family would understand.






It had been several hours that they sat beneath the tree. Ver’On and M’Pa’s purrs never ceased. That babies woke from time to time, now content to nurse from the strange females around them, being changed and cleansed by their experienced hands. Ralph sat with his mask over his face, a small canister of his special spray held tight in his hand, refusing to leave for the treatment that Ver’On had promised. Sa’ton’s technicians had come and made detailed scans of his chest and heart, taking samples of his blood, noting more and more that the spray was beginning to have a lesser and lesser affect on his condition.


Chonie had arrived to sit as well, bringing her new mate and his family to sit with them all. A kind of prayer circle she called it, and with her grandfather’s hand in one of hers, and her mate’s in her other, they sat and waited.


There was a moment that they thought El might wake, but that was only brief, as her breathing became erratic, then calmed to a normal rhythm again. She’d lain quiet for several hours after that, Ver’On and M’Pa never taking their eyes from her. Ro squeezed Chonie’s hand, bringing her attention to his eyes, then followed his gaze to the woman, as her eyelids began to flutter.


Ver’On and M’Pa also saw this, leaning forward in their position, Ver’On laying his hand gently over her brow. Slowly her eyes opened, at first a dull green, then a sparkle of joy as she saw her first mate. Ver’On grunted gratefully, and a guard near the door disappeared into the hall. “It is alright El,” Ver’On sighed happily. “You’re going to be just fine.”


“Uni…” she said quietly. “I think…I think I saw Uni.”


Ver’On looked to M’Pa, then back to El. “Uni? Why do you believe that?”


“I…I don’t know…I just…I just do.”


Ver’On received a gentle slap on his shoulder, but the hand that gave it still remained, urging him to let the new arrival pass. Ver’On let El go, and moved, allowing Sa’ton to get closer, waving his scanner over her body. A moment later, he looked to his attendants. “We’ll take her back to the medical bay. I have a room arranged for her further recovery.” He then turned to the males. “She needs more fluids. But I think she’ll pull through.”


There was a collective sigh of relief, as the attendants gently moved the young woman to the transport bed, and followed them out.






Sa’ton stepped back form attaching another medicine bag. “The solution should help balance out her preasure,” he said to the anxious males. “Don’t get her too worked up, and she should be stronger in a day or two. I want to keep her here for the night.”


“Very well.”


“What are you not saying?” Ro asked. Sa’ton gave a low growl. “Your tone is not as confident as before,” Ro stated. “What are you not saying?”


Again he growled, but his attention was drawn by a pair of grunting males, each wanting an answer. Sa’ton sighed, and answered. “I am concerned. She gave birth to three offspring, but there were only two placenta. There were no remains in the vehicle where the first two were born, and Ter’Oth only removed two in the cruiser’s medical bay. There weren’t any with her clothes, nor discarded linens. I’m worried it may still be stuck inside her.”


“It may not,” said a small voice that only Ralph and Ro could understand.


“El, you should be asleep,” Ralph eased, patting her hand, while Ver’On and M’Pa purred into either side of her neck. Ralph had to look away, still not used to the idea that she had two husbands.


“Ralph, they cannot understand her,” Ro stated. Ralph at once took off his new translator, and laid it on her pillow next to her ear, or as best he could where M’Pa was still at her neck.


“Sa’ton,” she whispered, and Sa’ton stepped up. “They aren’t all the same.”


“What do you mean?” he asked, “Ver’On! M’Pa! Let her talk…for now.”


“Two babies, are the same, the other, is a twin, but different,” and she drifted ff to sleep.


“What is she talking about?” Sa’ton asked.


“I take it,” came a male Ooman’s voice from the back of the room next to a guard, “your people have next to no experience with twins.”


“No.” was all Sa’ton stated.


“Ok. With humans, a single egg – when fertilized, can split, or divide, into two separate developing babies. But because thy came from the same egg, that was fertilized by the same sperm, they will be identical, Maybe a minor difference here or there, but still the same. They also develop inside the same placenta.


“Twins can also occur when two eggs are released and fertilized by two separate sperm. They’ll be the same age and all, but they will look different, just like brothers of the same father at different ages. Thing is, they develop in their own separate placenta from each other. What happened here is El released two eggs, both were fertilized, but only one split. Two eggs, three babies, only two placenta.”


Ver’On and M’Pa looked at each other then back to Sa’ton. “Did you understand any of that?” Ver’On asked.


Sa’ton looked over his shoulder. “Yes, every word. But you, Ooman, are a law keeper…how would you know of such things?!”


“As a cop,” Tyler stated, crossing his arms. “I have to be prepared for any eventuality. I delivered twins in the past, when that happened, I started researching anything I could find, to be ready for the next time. I honestly never thought it would be El.”


“Careful of your tone,” Ralph warned, stepping into Ver’On’s path. “You speak that softly about El, will only upset them.”


Tyler put his hands up. “I care about her yes,” M’Pa growled loudly, “as a good friend!!” he finished. “She…probably wouldn’t be…interested in me anyway.”


“Tyler,” El called gently. As one would usually do, he stepped up to the food of her bed, Ver’On and M’Pa on either side of him. Tyler was beginning to wonder if the guard was there to stop him from doing anything offensive, or was there to keep him alive.


“Hey kiddo,” he smiled. You had us worried.”


“You have to go back…” she sighed. “You can’t stay here. This is no place for you.”


“I don’t think going back is in the cards for me.”


“It can be…” she sighed, “if you want it.” Tyler thought for a moment. “One thing you have to do first.”


“Anything.”


“Tell Ver’On which one was first born, and which was second.”


“What?!” the two males bellowed, as though allowing the obscure male near their children was beyond Taboo.


“Please Tyler, dot that for me?”


“Of course.”


“Thank you. Ver’On,” the shorter but bulkier male turned to her. “You’ll make sure Tyler gets home safely?” Ver’On grunted in surprise. “Please Ver’On, he has to get Bastian out of office.”


“That bad blood!” Ver’On scoffed. “Is dead! He was about to harm you! M’Pa did as he had a right to do. As with this one!”


“Ver’On NO!” Sa’ton held her down as she tried to sit up. “Tyler saved us. Bastian…he had a gun! I promised you…and he had a gun!! My babies…!” Ver’On and M’Pa at once went to her side, purring as loud as they could to ease her cries.


“That’s it,” Sa’ton demanded. “Everyone out!”


“My babies…” She continued to cry.


“Bring the little ones to her,” Ro suggested. “She’s upset, she’ll be calmer when she knows they are alright.” Sa’ton agreed and sent for the Nursers to bring them, while shooing all but her mates out the door.







Kal rolled over, purring over his sleeping mate. She was all he hopped she would be to mate with. She boe his strength perfectly, and didn’t require Sa’ton or Ter’Oth to heal any wounds. From his observations of her, she was a good mother to her son, and he hoped she would b a good mother to their future young. She was perfect in his opinion, but he still feared that she would leave him. She was definetly attracted to a male who was well endowed, although he was, there was the chance that there was one who was more.


As he stroked his claws gently over her exposed shoulder, he couldn’t help but remember how she slept at the table in her dwelling, she’d cried when it was taken away, saying to an unseen male that she’d get it back one day. She cared that she’d parted with the furniture, but why? That’s when the idea came to him. He’d reclaim the table set for her, further binding her to him. She’d never leave him if he had the set, and she would be glad of its return to her home. After quietly dressing Kall kissed hier brow, and left. Summoning J-on from a corridor comm. system.


“This is J-on,” came the young male’s reply.


“As my daughter’s mate,” Kal began, “I have the right to call upon you as family.”


“Of course Kal-esh. How can I help?”


“I need you to watch over my new mate and son. I have one more journey to the blue planet to complete.”


“Of course. But you better hurry.”


“Oh?”


“There is a shuttle preparing to leave. The male Ooman that returned with El is being returned to his home.”


“Hold the Shuttle! I will be there shortly.”


“At once Kal-esh.” Kal slapped the buttons to terminate the link, and headed for the lift.


Within moments he was striding across the deck to where the Ooman male was guarded. “I will take custody of him,” he stated to the guars. “You are relieved!” The two guards bowed and left. Kal growled low to the Ooman, then, grasping the male’s chin, turned his head to see that El’s translator was still in place. “You will return that to me, before I leave your world,” he said, releasing his chin like a spoiled child after being chastised.


“No problem,” he replied, and followed Kal to a side workstation at his direction.


“I have questions,” Kal stated, surprisingly low. “You I know will have answers.”


“I’ll do what I can, but I have a question.”


“Very well, ask.”


“How are you all able to understand El, when I have her translator? I asked Ver’On and the other guy the same, all they said was that I underestimate her. What did they mean?”


“That is two questions, but both have the same answer. El can speak Yautja. You believe she could not. You believe her to be the sweet Ooman female you wish in your bed. She will never be yours, for that very reason. She is strong, perhaps even stronger than she herself realizes. She immersed herself in our ways, and our language, to please her mates. She would never turn to a male who only seeks to protect and coddle her. She would die from such treatment, or leave with a shattered heart.


“Her words may not be perfect, and sometimes an incorrect phrase is said, but she battles on, to adapt. Can or would you do that?”


Tyler looked to his feet, then back to the huge male. “No,” he replied, “I can’t say that I would…I’ve a feeling, the El that I knew two years ago, doesn’t exist anymore.”


“If you mean she has outgrown you, then yes. What you feel is true. Now for my questions.”


“Ok, shoot.” Kal shot him a look.


“It means I’m ready to help”


Kal nodded. “My mate had a mate before me. They resided together. As part of their possessions, was a dinning table and four chairs. I believe the may have carved them himself. He is dead, some time before I came to her. She was fighting with her family who were trying to steal her son. She had others come and take the dinning set, who gave her slips of paper. She was very upset for doing so, but promised she’d recover the set. My first question, what was this arrangement she did?”


“Sounds like she sold the set for money. Money is used by my people to buy what we need to survive, or services. If she was fighting to keep her son, the she had to pay for a lawyer. Someone specially trained in our laws to fight on her behalf.”


“I wish to retrieve this set for her.\, but to simply take it is dishonorable to my people. What can I give them in trade to have them relinquish the set to me?”


“Well, you need to figure out what they want. Sometimes, money isn’t all they will take. Trouble is, you can’t go up to them and offer anything. You do and they’ll freak out, most likely start shooting. You need an agent, someone to do this on your behalf.”


Kal crossed his arms and just looked down at the little Ooman.


“Oh no.”






Aubrey rolled over and reached for Kal-esh. He wasn’t there. As she looked around thr eroom her mind became aware of how she felt. He was sore, but not enough to scream, and her ehart raced when she thought of how Kal chased her from the shower, and into the bedroom. She tried to play hard to get, but her body betrayed her, craving the thickness of him to be embedded in places she thought would never be reached again.


As much as she wanted to remain and enjoy her new bodily state, she couldn’t help but wonder where Kal had gone. ‘Maybe in the next room,’ sh thought, and rolled out of bed, pulling the bed sheet with her.


There was a man, or male as Kal had addressed the general male population, but it wasn’t Kal. She felt behind her ear to be sure her translator was in place.


“Mom!” Sam screeched from somewhere on the floor. She moved past the sofa, to see her son, and another young – whatever gender – rolling around on the floor. They seemed to be having fun. The strange male stood, and grasped both belts of the combatants and hoisted them easily to his hip level. Sam just laughed, grasping at the restraining hand as did the other child.


The male bowed. “I am J-on,” he said slowly, probably knowing her translator wasn’t fully programmed. “I am Mate to Kal-esh’s daughter Fer’aza. And this unruly male,” and he pulled Sam up to his chest. “Oops, wrong one,” and he lay the laughing boy over his shoulder, “this one, is my youngest brother, To’bal.”


“This is great mom!” Sam called pulling himself up over his other shoulder. “I gots a big brother, and a brother my size, and a sister!!! Did Spirit Walker give you what you wanted?”


Aubrey’s mouth just remained open, but she stayed silent. J-on looked at the boy at his shoulder. “Not to worry, little brother, your new father has…and will continue…to give your mother just what he wants.”


“What does that mean?”


“Well…”


“It means,” Aubrey stated sharply, her expression daring J-on to say more at his own peril, “you’ll find out when you’re older.”


J-on grunted in laughter, glancing down her covered body and back up. “Or sooner,” he laughed, and dropped the boys to the floor to play further.


“Now that she’s up,” said To’bal, “can we eat. I’m starving!”


Jon nodded, picking up a soft package form the sofa. “This is Fer’aza’s. She said it may fit.” He looked sideways at her, then continued, “Perhaps a bit big in the chest, but it is all she had. Go change, and I will escort you to breakfast.”


“Where is…Kal?”


“He has gone to take one of the oomans back to his home. As his daughters mate, I am family, and he asked that I watch over you until his return.”


Aubrey looked at her son, who was busy trying to wrestle the other boy to the floor. “Alright,” she sighed. “But try anything and I’ll flush you out something right into space.”


“And she’d find a way to do it to,” Sam called, before being upended onto the floor.


“Keep your focus!” To’bal laughed, then was tripped by Sam down beside him.


“Like that?”


Both adults shook their heads.


About an hour later, J-on set Aubrey and Sam at the table with his other siblings and his mate. He was right though. Aubrey was far too small in the chest to fill the dress properly, but Kal would return soon and have her out of it soon enough, he was sure. As he passed the gathered food aroud the table, he noticed that Bell and Sirona had left.


“Where are they?” he asked of his mate, who looked unhappy. Jin was the one who spoke up.


“Sirona went into labor.”


“She’s a few days early,” he replied.


Jin just shifted position, keeping his youngest charge out of sight. “You might speak to your mate about that.”


J-on shot her a look, but before he could say anything, she got up and left. “Aubrey?” he asked.


“I didn’t catch most of it. Something about being shamed, or ashamed, I don’t know.”


J-on growled, “Jin! Can I trust you to watch over these three while I take care of this?” Jin nodded.


“What ere you hiding over there?” Aubrey asked as the two boys began to eat. Jin lifted the tiny bundle up to his chest. “Is that a baby?”


Jin grunted in pride. “I am Kadji to her mother and father,” he said as she began to fuss.


“What’s her name?”


Jin purred over the tiny baby, as it settled against his chest, listening to the beating of his heart. “Tarie. Is she not beautiful?”


Aubrey looked at the pale puffy face, toothless gums on her inner mouth, close held bare outer tusks, one showing signs of being sucked on, for lack of a soother. When Jin looked at Aubrey for not answering, all she did was smile and nod. He puffed with pride even further. “She is only a few days old, her mother is slightly ill, and is off with Ter’Oth to get medicine. We’re hoping she’ll get better soon.”


“Was Fer’aza angry you had her here?”


Jin just grunted. “Fer’aza is a difficult female. She is jealous of what others have that she does not. She was after El’s second mate – M’Pa – until her father secured the pairing to J-on. I swear if I had to snap him to attention from thinking of her one more time, I’d skin him alive.”


“You’re brothers, you’re supposed to say that.”


“Perhaps, but here, we’d actually do it.” Just then a female came and whispered in Jin’s ear. He nodded and after purring over the baby one last time, he let the woman take her away. “A nurser sent by Ter’Oth. Lee’tha will be in bed for a while. She’s asked for her baby.”


“Where I come from, one does not hand off their baby so quickly.”


“That is where we are different from Oomans. We don not harm our young, nor the mothers with young, born or otherwise.”


“Jin, can I ask you something and do you promise not to be offended.”


Jin nodded but held up his hand before she could speak. “My mother was Ooman; a beautiful female. My father missed her terribly.”


“So…humans…I…can have children with Kal?”


“Yes! Oomans are very easy to impregnate by Yautja.”


Aubrey just sat there stunned.






Ver’On nudged M’Pa gently to wake him. In his crossed leg lap on the floor were the three boys, all nestled quietly, their little tummies long ago filled, their soiling cloths oddly still fresh, each one haven crawled over the other, or at least tried, to keep warm before finally falling asleep. M’Pa just smiled at them. He never thought he’d ever feel this proud over offspring that were not his. He never anticipated he’d be so…scared, was all he could say to describe what underlying feeling in the pit of his stomach.


How is El? He gestured.


Sill resting, Ver’On gestured back. Are you alright? You seem…uncertain?


M’Pa looked at the babies, cupping his hand over the smallest one’s head, the one they nearly lot. Then, as though Ver’On would break his arm he pulled away. They are not mine, was all he signed.


Ver’On put M’Pa’s hand back on the baby’s head, then his other hand the same till they both had their hands over the little ones. “They are as much yours as they are mine, my brother. Rest easy your heart, they will call us both father. That I promise.”


“And if they don’t,” El called softly, “I’ll put them all over my knee. They will not disrespect either of you.” She laughed softly as Ver’On purred over her fingers and up her arm, settling a baby in the crook of her arm, before going back for another. Before long, her whole family was on the bed with her. She smiled at her brood. “I did it,” she sighed happily. “I really did it.”


“Yes My’El,” Ver’On smiled. “You did.” And he kissed her.


M’Pa looked down at a baby as he began to move. He picked him up and held him close, purring over him. The baby hissed back. Slowly he put him down and got up to leave.


“M’Pa?” El called, seeing him head to the door, his head held low.


“I have to go…to the lav,” he lied. “I’ll be back.”


“Ok.” She knew he lied. He drooled a little each time he did. But she let him go. Something big was bothering him, and the only way to get him to open up would be to talk alone with no distractions. For the moment it seemed that wasn’t going to happen.