Notes: This is for my poor sick darlin', who needs something happy in her life. Have some Cody and Ten!
Title: Reformation: Chapter Twelve
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Chapter Twelve
Not my ship, not my ship, not my ship...
Sometimes, in dreams, Cody thought he relived his early
childhood on a Drifter ship. He would walk down endless, twisting corridors
made from mottled patches of metal, rusty scraps scraped just clean enough to
catch a bond with newer polymers. Sometimes he was running toward his father,
sometimes he was running away from other people, but Cody was never still when
he dreamt of Drifting. He and his dad had left the clan when he was only five,
but occasionally he would catch a whiff of burning solvent or thick, ancient
oil and stop in his tracks, his head turning to track the smell despite
himself.
Cody knew that leaving had been better. He’d been a liability
on a Drifter ship; his dad had never said it, but Jack had uncomfortably
intimated as much more than once. Kids who couldn’t heal fast were burdens, and
nobody had time to take care of a burden when you were expected to start
working as soon as you could walk. Instead, Cody and Jonah had made a new
family with Garrett, and Cody wouldn’t trade it for the world. Still, there
were times when he felt like a bird trapped not in a cage, but underwater, in a
place it shouldn’t be able to survive. He couldn’t be a Drifter because he was
a natural, but he would never really fit in with the glitz and glamour that
came with Garrett’s lifestyle either, for the same reason.
Ten, on the other hand, would thrive anywhere. It was
evident from the moment they caught sight of the enormous Drifter ship, well
beyond the orbit of Olympus, where it would have had to pay docking fees. Jack
eased them in toward what sort of, kind of looked like a port that would work
for a little skip ship like his, and Ten actually twisted hir head to follow
the motion. “How will we—oh, of course, at an angle. So you can cluster ships
around a central intake. Clever. Very ungainly, but clever.”
“Don’t matter how elegant you look when all you’ve gotta
worry about’s livin’ in space,” Jack muttered as he delicately guided his craft
into the cradle. “No gravity to break you down. Now look, this skipper’s mine,
but that don’t mean other people ain’t gonna come in here. You got a way of
locking that bike?”
“Why don’t we just stay in here?” Cody said. He already felt
like his skin was crawling at the thought of going onto the enormous ship. So
many people who he didn’t know, who hadn’t wanted
him…
“How do you mean?”
“I mean, we can make our quarters here, can’t we? So we’re
out of the way?”
“Can’t contribute as easy when you’re out of the way,” Jack
said. “’Sides, everyone’s gonna want to see you. I’ve been talkin’ you up for a
while now.”
“Even to Grandma?”
Jack clapped Cody on the shoulder. “Let me worry about your
Grandma.” The little ship docked with a faint clunk. “She shouldn’t kick up too much of a fuss. Like I said,
we’re headed there anyway. Just makes sense to take you with us.”
Ten was frowning. Cody cut in before ze could say anything
to Jack. “Thanks.”
“I’m going to lock the bike,” Ten announced. “Cody, come
with me so I can show you the code.”
Cody frowned, but followed Ten back to the storage bay of
the ship. “There is no code,” he pointed out once they were alone. “It’s
DNA-keyed, I remember because you pricked my finger for hours before you got it
to work right.”
“You’re not going to freak out on me, are you?”
Cody blinked. “What?”
“You aren’t going to suddenly decide that you wish you had
been a Drifter all along and dive into assimilating their culture and forgiving
them for all the awful things they did to you just because you’re lonely and
looking for a connection?”
Cody parsed Ten’s breathless question out bit by bit. “Okay,
first off, I’m not lonely. I’ve got you.”
Ten rolled hir eyes. “What about when I’m not enough for
you?”
Cody actually laughed. “When have you ever been not enough?
Do you even remember our time on Perelan? Who was the one who took time out of
hir busy schedule to come back inside and do martial arts that I know you hated with me?”
“I don’t hate them, I just find them inefficient,” Ten
defended hirself. “There are so many more practical ways to prevent someone
from messing with you. Poison comes to mind. A mild poison,” ze amended when Cody raised his eyebrows. “Just
enough to make them fall down and not be able to get up and exact vengeance,
which would give you time to really
make them regret it.”
Well, that sounded disturbing. “Do you actually have
something like that?”
“We’re getting way off subject here.”
“Right.” Cody took a breath. “I don’t wish I was still a
Drifter. I might sort of wish I’d been able to find a place here when I was a
kid, but I didn’t. They didn’t want me, and they didn’t give my dad much of a
choice, and we left and it was the best thing for both of us. I wouldn’t have
met Garrett otherwise, which means I wouldn’t have met you, and I can’t imagine
my life without either of you.”
Ten looked a bit shocked. “That’s…good.”
“And I do want to assimilate as well as I can while I’m
here, but I don’t really give a fuck whether they like me or not as long as
they get us where we need to go. My dad is what matters now, not me having a
bunch of friends. I don’t need to make friends anyway, I brought my own.”
“Ha,” Ten muttered. “You mean I brought myself, that’s what you really mean. And it’s a good thing I did,
because—”
“I know,” Cody said. “I already know. I always know exactly
how lucky I am whenever I’m with you. That’s how I feel, okay? We’re here and
I’m going to be polite, but the only person whose approval I need is yours. Got
it?”
Ten’s mouth silently opened and closed a few times, the way
it often did when ze was trying to think of a way to be verbally affectionate
that didn’t make hir also feel over-exposed. Cody took pity on hir.
“Let’s say it’s done and get back out there, okay? We’ve got
some meeting and greeting to do, I bet.”
“Right. Yes.” Ten’s hands twitched, but ze kept them at hir
side. “You’re still in uniform. We both are. Should we change?”
“Why bother? If they can’t handle us like this, they
probably aren’t going to be any better if we’re in civvies.”
“Who would ever have thought that of the two of us, you’d be
the one to screw convention?”
Cody took Ten’s hand and smiled. “Can’t have you getting
bored. Come on.”
It turned out, the term committee
was a drastic understatement. There had to be fifty people waiting for them
in the little docking bay once they were out of the ship. Jack swore quietly. “Let
me do the talkin’, okay?” he murmured to Cody before stepping forward to face a
woman with short, storm-gray hair and a face like an angry walnut.
“Corva, I can explain.”
“Explain a pair of strangers on board my ship?” Her voice
was as dry as dust. “I’d hope so.
“Cody’s no stranger.”
“Cody’s been a stranger since before he was born.” Cody was
really glad he was holding Ten’s hand, because it was oddly comforting to feel
Ten’s nails dig into the back of his palm with barely-restrained emotion. It
was nice that he wasn’t the only one.
“He’s got news about Pandora. He needed a lift there. Ain’t
like we don’t have the space.”
“And what makes you so sure we’re still headed that way, eh?”
she taunted him. “Why not find an easier drop for our goods?”
“Because the price on Pandora’s the best for five systems
and you know it,” Jack replied. “You ain’t gonna give up that kind of profit
without a fight.”
“Don’t mean we need useless people on board, taking our
resources without giving anything back.”
“They’re mechanics. Engineers. They can work on the ship,
get some of the dark parts lit up again.” Jack was incredibly persuasive when
he wanted to be, Cody had to admit. “And they’ve got credits to pay their way.”
“Credits only spend on Central planets, and we don’t deal in
places like this for long.” She glared over Jack’s shoulder at the two of them.
“Or with people like them.”
“Corva. I gave ‘em my word.”
She glared at Jack. “Keep this up and your word won’t be
worth the price of space junk.” She turned to shout at the watching crowd. “Get
back to your stations! I want the stench of Olympus out of my nose before
another hour passes! Get us up to speed toward Pandora.” She turned back to
Jack. “As for them? They’re your problem. Put them to work. Feed them from your
share. I don’t want to see them. I don’t want anything to do with them.” She turned
and stalked off down the hall.
“Bye, Grandma,” Cody muttered.
Yep, this was going to be fun.
cari,
ReplyDeleteoh damn. I'm boggled. I don't believe for one minute that Ten, no matter who it is, would allow anyone to talk to, at, or about Cody like that unless he already has a plan to exact revenge. Stunned. I was expecting Ten to have enough of a tantrum to get hirself, Cody AND Jack thrown off the ship! lol
Glad to get back to Cody! Wonderful chapter as always!!
scottie
Ten totally has plans. Have faith, Scottie! Ze won't be letting anyone off the hook ;)
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