Notes: I keep
intending to get to the meat of the plot, and then everyone keeps wanting to
socialize and interact. Damn it, it’s
just so easy to write conversation with these people. Next time, I swear, we’ll start moving things
along. For now, enjoy the fireworks!
Title: The Academy
Part Thirteen: Low
Blow
***
To say
that their club got off to an inauspicious beginning would be a bit like
saying, “Drifters make people nervous.”
It was the truth, but it was only one, bland facet of the bigger issue,
which was that some people were fundamentally incompatible. Couple that with unreasonable as well, and
you had the start of Grennson’s culture club.
Actually,
no, the very start of it was
okay. Darrel requisitioned a few more
chairs and expanded their table to fit eight, Grennson made lhosa tea, Cody cleaned up the kitchen
and Ten actually brought someone with hir, which was honestly more than Cody expected.
“Bartholomew,
this is everyone. Everyone, Bartholomew
Applegate. Yes, he’s a Friend, no
Grennson, that’s not what you think it is, yes he’s here to preach about where
he comes from but no, he promises not to try and convert you,” Ten said after
dragging the husky boy into the quad behind hir. “Now we’ve got what, ten minutes before this
is supposed to start? Come with me, I
want to talk to you about gene bundling.”
“Ten,
you can’t take him away now!” Cody protested.
“We didn’t even get to introduce ourselves.”
“I
introduced you more efficiently, he already knows your names,” Ten said.
“That
doesn’t even count.”
“How
would you know what counts? You grew up
on the Fringe.”
Bartholomew
looked uncomfortable but Cody didn’t even blink at the rudeness. “Yeah, and my grandfather was the
Federation-appointed governor of an entire planet out there, so trust me when I
say I’m cultured enough to know when you’re being impolite. Hi.”
Cody held out his hand. “I’m Cody
Helms.”
“It’s
pleasant to make your acquaintance,” Bartholomew replied.
“Oh,
good grief.” Ten rolled hir eyes. “Hurry up.”
Grennson
and Darrel actually got as far as giving Bartholomew their names in person before
Ten managed to whisk him off to the bedroom, where hir computer modeling
systems were running at full capacity.
Cody watched them disappear and tried not to feel relieved. Maybe if he had time to ease everyone into
meeting his guest, things would go better.
Pamela
was the next person to show, and she was relentlessly cheerful. “Good morning!” she said as Grennson brought
her in. “I brought muffins.”
“You
didn’t have to bring food,” Grennson said fondly, taking the food and setting
it on the counter. Darrel gave him a
sharp look but didn’t say anything.
“I like
to bake. Strong enough smells obscure my
telepathic ability; did you know our sense of smells are very strongly
correlated to our memories? When I bake,
all I think about is learning to bake with my mother.”
“You’re
a telepath?” Darrel asked, his caramel skin paling slightly.
“Oh,
yes!” She came over and sat down next to
him, and smiled understandingly. “But
it’s very hard to get more than blurry surface thoughts, and I’m doing my best
not to read any of you right now. I
don’t want to violate your privacy, trust me.”
Well,
that was…sort of reassuring, but not very.
Cody did his best to think about anything other than himself: the
muffins, which smelled delicious, Ten being hirself and just taking someone
back into their room without bothering to ask Cody if it was all right, the
taste of Grennson’s tea, the sound of the door chime…
“I’ll
get it,” Darrel said before Cody could stop him, and he headed for the door
with a little smile on his face.
Apparently he liked who he’d invited along.
The smile
fell away when Darrel found not one, but two people waiting in the hall. “Hi Dare,” the girl said. “I saw Kyle on the way over and he told me he
was heading here too. Pretty convenient.” She paused, then asked, “So can we come in?”
“Yes,”
Darrel said, but he didn’t move. “Yeah,
but…”
“I
invited him,” Cody said, trying desperately to keep from blushing. Of course, now that he was thinking about it
he knew he was turning red, fuck. Well,
at least being embarrassed would keep him from thinking about other things.
Darrel
looked at Cody incredulously. “You did?”
“What’s
the problem?” the girl asked. “And could
you not just leave us standing in the hall while you talk about us?”
Grennson
moved forward to play host. “Please come
in.” He offered a human-style handshake
to both of them. “I’m Grennson Kim. Thank you for your interest in this.”
“Xenia
Mohr,” the girl said. “Thanks for
keeping me out of seminar, I hate it when lecturers get mushy.”
“You
must be studying a harder science.”
“Yeah. Micro-quantum.”
“I know
nothing about it, you’ll have to explain it to me when we have a moment,”
Grennson said, then turned to Kyle before Xenia could get started.
“Thank
you for having me. I’m Kyle Alexander,”
he said with a smooth smile.
“Why are my quad mates trepidatious
about having you here, Kyle?”
“I assume it’s because Cody didn’t
tell you I was coming.” He glanced at
Cody and winked, and Cody felt his stomach do that stupid tightening thing
again. Good thing he was already
blushing.
“He’s Valero’s sponsor,” Darrel
added, finally emerging from his stupor and shutting the door. “He’s the captain of the paraball team, too.”
“Oh. Oh,”
Grennson said, understanding suffusing his voice.
“In Cody’s defense, he didn’t know
who I was when he asked me to come,” Kyle continued, and okay, that was enough
of that.
“It doesn’t matter,” Cody said
firmly. “You didn’t have anything to do
with the Valero thing, and you’re a great racer and you come from the most politically-important
planet in the entire Federation. I’m not
sorry I invited you. Thanks for coming.”
“You have the shiniest mind I’ve ever felt,”
Pamela marveled. “It’s like glass, all I
can see in you is a reflection of myself.
But then, I guess you would be like this, since your brother is the
President.”
“I was learning to repulse
telepathic intrusions by the time I was four,” Kyle replied easily. “Don’t take it personally, it’s such a reflex
at this point that I doubt I could let you in if I tried.”
Grennson
looked intrigued. “Do you mind if I
try? I’d love to see if your training
shields against empaths as well.”
“Feel
free,” Kyle said. “Is it easier if you’re
touching me?”
“I
should be able to get an understanding from here.” Grennson’s quills fluttered a bit as he
focused on Kyle. A minute later he
exhaled noisily. “Pamela is right. It’s like a…it’s like looking into a pool of
water. I can sense that there are things
below the surface, but all I can see is myself.
How wonderful.”
“I’m
glad you think so,” Kyle said, and Xenia went after a muffin and for a moment
Cody dared to hope that this would all turn out okay.
Then
Ten came back in, Bartholomew trailing behind.
“Hey, who brought the—what?” Ze looked astonished, which quickly morphed
into fury. “What are you doing here?”
“Ah,
answering questions?” Kyle said with a disarming smile. It didn’t do anything for Ten, whose hands
were flexing like ze had claws at the tips, eager to disembowel someone.
“What
idiot invited you?”
“That
would be me,” Cody said with a wince.
Ten didn’t disappoint.
“Why? Why would you invite the sponsor of the girl
who was verbally abusive to you, who smashed up our quad and used Darrel like a
door scanner and broke a table with me?”
“I’m
not proud of what Valero did, and she’s paying for it already,” Kyle said. Ten rounded on him furiously.
“You
can shut up, I’m not talking to you right now.
Cody, seriously, what the fuck
is wrong with you?”
It took
Cody a long time to get angry, but when he did it tended to come on fast and
hard. He stood up, walked over to Ten
and said, “Get in here,” then headed into their room.
After a moment Ten followed, and
just before ze slammed the door shut Cody heard someone say, “Ooh, lover’s
quarrel?”
Cody rounded on Ten as soon as the
door was shut. “You need to stop it.”
“Stop what?” Ten demanded. “Stop trying to protect you from assholes who
would as soon spit on you as look at you if they knew the truth? Stop trying to learn everything I can about
you so that I can fix you? Stop trying to be—”
“Okay, right there, that’s the
perfect example,” Cody interrupted. “You
say you’re trying to fix me. Here’s the thing: I’m not broken.
I’m not like almost everyone else, but that doesn’t make me a, a toy
that you have to fix in order to be worth anything.”
“I don’t—”
“I know you don’t see it that way,
but that’s what it sounds like, Ten. And
you’ve got to let the thing with Valero go.
Kyle is a nice person—”
“How would you know? You don’t have any classes with him, he’s a
senior cadet! Where did you even—oh, the
track, it had to be the track, that’s the only thing you’ve done apart from
class and studying that I haven’t been there for.” Ten scowled.
“And what, you saw him and decided ‘Oh, this pretty person looks like he’d
be a lovely addition to our dumb little club!’
How is one meeting enough to feel comfortable bringing him here?” Ten’s eyes narrowed. “Do you want to sleep with him? Are you two fucking?”
“Would you listen to yourself?”
Cody demanded. “Now you’re just making
shit up! Yes, I met him at the track,
where he was the only person around who was available to race, and yes, he was
good at it, and yeah, he’s pretty too, but no, I’m not sleeping with him. The only place I’ve been sleeping is here,
which you’d know if you ever bothered to come back from the lab and spend any
time in your own quad, which you haven’t
for the past week because you’ve got
a new fucking puzzle you want to solve.”
Cody held up a hand before Ten could interject.
“And I’m grateful, okay, I’m really
fucking grateful that you want to figure me out because I’d love to be normal like everyone else, I don’t want
to die before everyone else in my family, but people have been working on this problem
for generations, Ten. And you’re a
genius, you’re brilliant and I know you’ll make progress on whatever you set
your mind to, but I’d rather you be my friend first and my savior after. I miss
you.”
Ten looked dumbfounded. “Shut the fuck up.”
“No, you shut up, I’m being
serious. I slept awfully last night, I’ve
got a headache from worrying about this exact thing happening today, Grennson
went and brought a telepath here which has me worrying even more, and I really wish you’d give Kyle
a chance. Because when you’re not happy
I’m miserable, and you’re making me miserable right now.”
Ten sat down on hir bed. “This is emotional manipulation,” ze said,
but it was quiet, not angry.
“This is truth,” Cody said, sitting
down next to hir. “It’s the same thing
sometimes, but right now it’s mostly just truth. I know you’re upset, and I’m sorry about
that. But I can’t bend over to make
everyone happy all the time, Ten.”
“You could probably make Kyle
Alexander very happy by bending over,”
Ten snapped, but there was no heat in it.
“Almost everyone in this stupid Academy would love to bend over for that
man, including most of the instructors.
You know his brother is the president of the entire Federation, don’t
you? Kyle’s even more of a social catch
than Grennson.”
“I didn’t know who he was when I
asked him to come,” Cody admitted. “I’m
actually kind of surprised he said yes, to be honest.”
“Probably for Grennson’s sake,” Ten
said.
“Thanks.”
“Not that you’re not interesting
too,” Ten added. “For your own sake, I
mean. You are, you’re…great.”
“I feel damned with faint praise,”
Cody teased, but Ten looked serious.
“No, I mean it. You’re the nicest person I’ve ever met in my
life, and that should make me want to walk all over you, but somehow it doesn’t. You’re not a sycophant, you’re not a shy
little moose, you’re just…you. I liked
you from the moment I met you, and that never happens to me.”
“Thanks.” They sat in silence for a moment before Cody
asked, “What’s a moose?”
“It’s a tiny little Earth animal.”
“Are you talking about a mouse,
maybe?”
Ten furrowed hir brow. “Maybe.
I don’t know, it’s just an old expression.”
“Huh. I like it both ways. Now, can we go join everyone else? And be nice?
Please?”
“Don’t beg, it makes you sound
weak,” Ten said, but ze stood up and smoothed down hir coat. “I’ll go.
I can’t promise to be nice, but I won’t deliberately taunt him, either.”
“That’s all I ask,” Cody said.
You might not have reached the meat of the plot, but I'm enjoying the meal so far. We're getting to know the characters better and how they relate to each other. The core four are all different and all very interesting. It makes for a happy Tuesday,
ReplyDeleteThank you, Avid. I'm glad it's not boring you guys:)
DeleteTen is a pain in the ass but I can't help but like hir. I can't wait to see where this story is going but like AvidReadr, I love getting to know the characters.
ReplyDeleteI know! Ten is so abrasive but there's something about hir that's hard to dislike. Glad you're sticking with it:)
DeleteCari, this may seem like a lot of background to you, but it's definitely necessary! Please do not think that it's dragging the story out-it is NOT. Some authors do drag things a bit to the boring point, but you have not done that here, or in any of your stories i've read!
ReplyDeleteI'm proud of Cody for sticking up for himself! I know Ten is just trying to help him, but ze's making Cody feel like a project instead of a friend (sound familiar? Lol).
Lovin it!
Scottie
Aww, thank you Scottie! Ten will someday understand more of the intricacies of friendship, but ze tends to over-focus right now.
DeleteThought id share this with you-if you havent already read it! Its too cute...and so true!
Deletehttp://m.huffpost.com/us/entry/4859456?utm_hp_ref=books
Its a huffpost story on "the 9 agonizing stages of waiting for the next book in a series to come out"...or in our case, the next chapter! Hahahahahaha!!
It's unanimous - this isn't dragging, it's fascinating :-)
ReplyDeleteAlso: 'shy little moose' is going into the VC lexicon forthwith!
DeleteThank you, I'm glad it doesn't feel like I'm stalling. I'm not trying to, but development sometimes runs away with me. These are my loosest (in the best sense of the word) stories;)
DeleteI'm not good at future-talk, but I thought "moose, mouse, idiom...why not?"