Notes: More Reformation, yay! In which Garrett talks to himself, because lord knows it's hard to find intelligent conversation these days.
Title: Reformation: Chapter Sixteen
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Chapter Sixteen
There was an old Earth game called chess that was supposed
to be a useful tool for developing your sense of strategy. Miles played it,
Garrett knew, but he’d never tried to get his son interested in it beyond the
basics. Garrett knew why, and he wasn’t offended. Chess was all well and good
for a conflict that could be played out in three dimensions, but for all the
bitching he’d done as a young man, for all the running away from conflict and
burying his head in hedonism and trying to ignore the universe, Garrett—when he
focused—played his life to win in every dimension he could think of. And there
was nothing more important right now than winning. But what was the ultimate
goal?
Saving Pandora, that was in there. He’d laid the threads for
success, and if Miles used the information Garrett had given him, then their
odds went up. It might be too late to save Jonah—not that Garrett would ever
openly admit that to himself, because that would mean he’d already lost a major
battle, the kind he might not recover from—but it wasn’t too late for the
colony. Or for the poor green kids being sent out to manage a situation that
was almost designed to get them killed.
Saving Jonah—well, obviously that was important. Garrett
might as well be saving himself by saving Jonah, because there was no guarantee
he was going to be able to hold his mind together, drugs or no, if his husband
was dead. Saving Cody—right on par, and a major misstep for Garrett. He should
have moved faster, gotten Cody in hand before he told him what was going on.
But Cody had Ten with him, and Ten was the human equivalent of a flamethrower:
illuminating, useful, and incredibly dangerous. Cody was in good company. The
other kids were with Miles, so as safe as they could be without causing a
diplomatic incident and pulling Grennson off the ship, which he wouldn’t
tolerate if it meant leaving Darrel behind.
What else here was worth saving, though? The rift between
the Central System and the fringe planets grew day by day, their respective
governments so full of mutual loathing that they set up blockades to getting actual
progress made—any progress—at every turn. Financial centers played games with
their assets, and the people in charge passed the risk on to their poorest
customers. The president of the Federation was a dictator in the truest sense
of the word, expecting perfect obedience and more than willing to kill if he
didn’t get his way. And yet, they all pretended everything was fine. Because
what was the alternative? Anarchy? The dissolution of the federation itself?
Possibly.
The biggest problem with that, as far as Garrett was concerned,
was that the bulk of the military power in the federation rested in the central
system, and revolved around the Academy. If that power structure didn’t change
while the balance of power shifted, then what was now a nominal federation
would turn into a system of conquest. Fringe planets would be actively invaded
by Central System planets with enough ships to make their voices heard, and
people would be effectively enslaved.
So then. That was something that needed to be dealt with
too. Luckily President Alexander had already taken care of the heavy lifting.
Garrett sent of call requests to half a dozen different
people at once. They wouldn’t all get back to him quickly, but it didn’t matter—he
needed time to think. He sat back in his chair, linked his hands behind his
neck and stared out at nothing for a moment. He had to deal with Raymond. He
had to deal with the military. He had to deal with the financial centers,
powerful entities in and of themselves. And he had to do it in a way that meant
he wouldn’t get stuck holding everything together in the end, because Garrett
was a lot of things, but presidential wasn’t one of them.
“I think you could be pretty presidential if you set your
mind to it, darlin’.”
Garrett frowned. “Hush.”
“Why?”
“Because,” he said on a sigh. “You’re not really here. You’re
just my own subconscious projecting the thing I want most of all to me in a
moment of mental weakness.”
“You’re not weak, Gare.”
“If that was true, you wouldn’t be sitting across from me
right now.”
Jonah leaned forward and propped his chin up on his hand. “I
don’t know about that. Seeing people who aren’t actually there isn’t the worst
thing, as coping mechanisms go.”
“Well I think it’s
pretty bad. Or don’t you remember how I get when my brain chemistry is off?” Garrett chuckled. “Of course you do, because you’re a part of me. This is a bad
road to go down.”
“Then go to the nearest autodoc and let them adjust you,” Jonah
suggested. “Get that brain chemistry wrangled back into submission and you can
go back to your thinking, and not missing me.”
“I’d miss you either way.”
“And you get to see me this way.” Jonah smiled. “So why not
run with it, darlin’?”
“Because…” Garrett stared hungrily at the image of his
husband. “Because it’s not enough. It’s not real, and I don’t need it to handle
things right now.”
Jonah shrugged sympathetically. “Are you sure about that?
Maybe if Miles was still here, or Claudia and the girls, but they’re all gone.
Everybody has left you, and they didn’t want to, you know they didn’t, but that
doesn’t change the fact that they have. So why begrudge yourself a simple
coping mechanism?”
“Cody wanted to leave me.” Garrett’s eyes hurt when he said
it, and he squeezed them shut. “He chose to go. No one made him do it.”
“His love for me made him do it. That doesn’t mean he loves
you less, just that he was less worried about you.”
“He didn’t trust me to have a plan.”
“He didn’t want to sit idle while you did everything
yourself,” Jonah corrected. “Like you almost always do. People need to be
useful, babe. Cody especially.”
“I don’t…” Garrett sighed. “I don’t know how to help him. He’s
on a Drifter ship, which is literally one of the only places in the universe
that my reach doesn’t extend to. He’s with Jack,
and we know what a brilliant thing that is. He’s got Ten, but who’s to say they’re
even going to go to Pandora? Why not steal him and keep him with them forever?
You know Jack wants him.”
“Jack doesn’t know what he wants.”
“Yes he does, he’s not subtle about it. He wants Cody and he
wants you, and he wants me out of the picture.”
“But as long as the rest of us don’t want that, then he’s
got no leg to stand on, darlin’.” Jonah smiled gently at him. “I’m yours. For
life. For more than that.”
“Life could be a long time,” Garrett mused. “Marriages are
more about assets that emotions these days. Why tie yourself down when you live
so long?”
“Because I want to be tied. Bedroom metaphors aside, you
know I do. And I know that you do too. You want something permanent, you always
have.” Jonah slid a hand across the table toward Garrett—not close enough to
touch and ruin the illusion, but close enough to see the tiny mole on the back
of his left index finger, right at the base. Close enough to see the smooth
veins wind beneath the surface of the skin, close enough to see the jagged clip
on the edge of his right thumb where Jonah had probably cracked it while doing
maintenance on his ship. They had tools for that, damn it, he didn’t need to
mark himself up just to get the job done.
“I know,” Jonah said. “But I like getting my hands dirty
every once in a while.”
“Is anything you say not laced with innuendo?”
“Only you can answer that question, Gare.”
Garrett blinked at his husband tiredly. “I miss Robbie and
Wyl.”
“I know you do.”
“I wish they were here. They would have stayed.”
“Probably. But they’re not here, and they ain’t comin’ back
any time soon. You’ll have to manage without them.”
“I can, I just don’t
want to.”
“I know, sweetheart.”
Garrett chuckled. “You’re getting soft if you’re calling me sweetheart
outside of bed.”
Jonah shrugged. “It’s a special endearment. Sometimes
something special is called for.”
Garrett opened his mouth to reply, but then his comm started
to ping. Who was it, Liang? No, the first return caller was Berengaria. Well,
not the easiest to deal with, but her role was the simplest. He activated the
call. “Ms. Alexander.”
“Mr. Helms. Your message said it was urgent.”
“It is.” Garrett rubbed his eyes for a moment, then sat up
in his chair. When he looked, the seat across from him was empty. He sighed. “Let’s
talk about your family holdings.”
Aww... everything is so well written and I know a good story needs obstacles that seem impossible to overcome, so that the readers are kept on the edge of their seats... but the suffering of the main characters ;( poor babies <3
ReplyDeleteArt is suffering! Actually no, I don't believe that at all, but there's quite a lot of it in this story so far, that's true. But it'll all turn out...somehow.
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