Warning! PG! wow what a warning you'll tell me. I corrected most of the mistakes but it's still possible some stayed.

To all the Boone's fans : sad , very...

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Resistance HQ

It was two in the morning. Jonathan Doors rose of his bed and left his room to the favour of the blackness.

When he had found this place, he had welcomed at the same time many people, some people that the taelons wanted to see dead. He carefully took care not to make noise for not awake all the others who slept in the rooms close to his. He moved towards a computer in one of the rooms which where not guarded the night. He lit it and gathered in a few seconds all the files which related to William Boone and his implication in resistance. Safety video camera tapes, files, messages which he had collected on the Global of the Commander, all that he had could collect about Boone was there.

He had not trusted William Boone since the first day and now this one said that he trusted Da'an and that this taelon was the only hope of understanding between human and taelon. No…a Taelon could not be the only hope of humanity it was impossible, the Taelons were the invaders. No Taelon could be trusted, they were all liars and manipulators.

William Boone had been charmed by Da'an and had started to turn over the movement against him by saying to them that the war was never the good way of resolving a conflict. He will pay fot that. His cvi were surely much more effective than the Doctor Belman and him had initially thought. The bug that taelons had put in his head have took again the control of his mind.

He had initially thought of forbidding the access to the headquarters to him but many people down here dedicated an fabulous admiration to him and would not hesitate to make unwise actions on his command. He must recognize that the man had an amazing facility to control the others around him, made that people
obeyed him. This man had all of a good liberation fighter, he just did not have choosen the good side in the battle.

It was sarcastic in a sense, Boone was going to be killed by those, by the one, to which he had given all his trust. The face of Doors lit of an unpleasant smile to this thought. He completed the transfers the data on a mini-disc which he slipped into his pocket, then take his global. Automatically the protection was set up. Without good enough hardware no one can trace the call and the person who make this call. Another of the small benefits connected to the fact of directing the richest high-technology company of the planet. He composed a number and inserted the disc in the machine.

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Taelon Mothership

Ronald Sandoval walked through the corridors of the taelon mother-ship. Since the first time he had boarded the mother-ship, nearly one year ago, he had came on board at least a hundred times. Exactly 138 times pointed out his cvi to him. In spite of that he had never been accustomed to the immense walls which seemed animated of a real life.

Zo'or had required him on the bridge despite the late hour. What imported the hour with Taelons, they did not have a biological clock and the agent Sandoval was not even sure that sometimes happened to them to sleep or to rest. Zo'or or Da'an when he worked for him, often called him at eccentric hours, right in the middle of the night just as easily that at four o'clock in the afternoon.

He entered his identifying code in the computer which gave access to the bridge. Each time he came on the ship he see how their technology was advanced on the human one. How the pitiful movement of resistance could have resisted to them without hiding like little scared mice?

Ronald entered on the bridge and moved right towards the chair of Zo'or. The throne would be preferable to say. Ronald had always found that taelons seemed to reign... like king Tom Pouce in their flowers throne. He smiles in his head while reconsidering that. He was the only human admitted on the bridge of the vessel. He made the taelon salute and wait to be acknowledged. The taelon seens to realize that he was waiting.

"Agent Sandoval," he says in his habitually cold voice.

"You wanted to see me, Zo'or," he answered in perfect implant mode.

"Indeed..."

But the the United Nations Representative never finished his sentence.

The signal that a message had been received sounded in the room. With a gracious gesture of the hand Zo'or opened the datastream right in front of him. Where usually appeared the face of your interlocutor there was only a black screen. Before the taelon could place a word, a voice resounds, a voice that all people in the room knew well:

"Hello," the cavernous voice of Jonathan Doors said, "oh and I disadvise you to try tracing the call. The jammers that us poor and pitiful small human beings are able to make are enough... good." Indeed several Taelons which controlled the vessel locked up in their small bubbles exclaimed that the call came from central Europe, others said that it came from Eastern Asia and the remainder of them claimed that it came from the north of Canada.

Zo'or seemed to fulminate of rage. The voice of Doors started to laugh. Zo'or blushed and after a few minutes regained his calm.

"Well done Mr. Doors," he says of a calm voice although Sandoval saw well that the taelon was not completely in control of him, "what is it you want for call me at this hour."

At this time Quo'on entered the room. He was going to ask Zo'or what occurred but this one sharply gesturate to him to shut up.

"I...have an offer to make you," Jonathan said of his normally dark voice.

"I am listening, Mr. Doors," Zo'or answered a malicious smile floating on his lips.

"I... will transmit to you files in connection with one of our agents which is established very deeply in your service. He, unfortunately for him, betrayed our trust and our movement and I thought that this death would be one cannot more adequate. I send the data," he said a split second before cutting the line.

"Wait," exclaimed the Taelon.

"We receive a transmission," exclaimed one of the bubble-ing taelons. Then Quo'on and Zo'or asked to be alone to see it. They viewed all the files that Doors had sent to them. Then they remained a few minutes to reflected on what they needed to do.

"I had warned you about Da'an's implant," said Zo'or finally.

"And I had not held account of it," murmured the other taelon, "We must inform Da'an that this human is dangerous..."

"No I disagree, I believe that Da'an is not in any danger with William Boone. Perhaps he knew after all," said Zo'or of a tone which did not predict anything good.

"It is impossible that..."

"That what," exclaimed Zo'or of a tone surprising by its non-taelon violence, "that Da'an betrayed us. I would lean rather for the opposite. He have done it before, he can do it twice."

"Zo'or, I am the leader of the Synod and I am the one which makes the decisions here," Quo'on answered of a voice unusually angry in a soft being like him. He sighed as if he still hesitated. "We will not warn Da'an. Go to the embassy and bring back the Commander Boone there so that we can question him."

"I awaited only that," Zo'or said with a wild smile. He made taelon salute to his superior and came out of the room. The agent Sandoval waited outside.

"Prepare a shuttle agent Sandoval, we go to the Washington embassy."

"What happened," he asked. Zo'or would not have said to the man but he could not resist.

"It happened agent Sandoval that we discovered that the Commander Boone is the resistance spy we search for months."

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Washington Embassy

Zo'or entered of a sharp step Da'an's office to find the Companion in conversation with his implant, William Boone. He smiled maliciously and, followed by the agent Sandoval, he approached the two friends who seemed in a deep discution. He stopped a few meters away of Da'an.

"What is the meaning of this abrupt intrusion," asked the Taelon in his peaceful manner and agitating the fingers in front of him, sign of anxiety or nervousness.

"I have some news for you," he said fixing an icy glance on Boone. The implant did not lower the eyes and, after a few seconds, Zo'or turned again to face Da'an. "News of great importance," he added, his shifty smile always on the face.

"Commander Boone, please leave us alone," declared Da'an. The glance which he gave Boone softened his words. The man smiled to the taelon and was about to exit the room, without showing the least sign of respect towards Zo'or.

"That will not be necessary," retorted Zo'or, "the revelations that I have to make you concern the Commander Boone directly."

Will stopped and returned beside Da'an, a little closer which it was necessary, as if he had wanted to protect the Companion. The two friends exchanged a rapid glance.

"Explain yourself," Da'an asked in a tone where bored some anxiety.

Zo'or started to turn around the Taelon and his implant, a method which looked like an animal which turns around its prey.

"Since the formation of the human movement of resistance, our services seemed always thwarted by the presence of a spy in our rows which we had never succeeded in identifying." Zo'or stopped and approached so close to Boone that their faces almost touched.

"What is it you advance," Da'an blew out in a weak voice, while placing himself between Boone and Zo'or.

"Simply that I have discovered who is the spy, inside this embassy," said Zo'or while plunging his eyes in Da'an's.

"How can you be sure? The rebel movement induced us in error many time on the identity of its agents
among us," said Da'an of an irritated voice.

"Oh, my sources are this time…reliable," he answered raising his nose in the air.

"And, if you are so sure of you can we know which are your conclusions," murmured Da'an.

"Such a question of yours seems to me futile Da'an. Agent Sandoval," he said turning to the ex-agent of the FBI which waited close to the door, "I order you to arrest the Commander Boone to have betrayed the Taelons.

With these words Da'an lost his human appearance and turned to Boone who lowered the head. The agent Sandoval advanced without a word towards Will and pointed his skrill in his direction. He fired.

The projectile of energy sent Boone against the wall at the other side of the room. Da'an precipitated at his side and knelt close to the injured man.

He took his hand between his and tightened it murmuring words that nobody heard. Boone finally managed to rise and rested on Da'an for not fall on the ground. As Sandoval approached Boone, the right arm pointed to the staggering implant, Da'an placed himself in front of the Commander defying the agent to fire.

"Da'an, by this only gesture you betray our species and will answer about it in front of the Council of the Synod," Zo'or told him with an angry voice.

"No. Know that I will not always obey your commands Zo'or. We are of the same rank within the Synod and I do not have any order to receive from you."

"It is not any more question of rank Da'an but of loyalty. Are you also a traitor to the taelons? For which fight you, for Humanity or the Taelon race?" Da'an seemed to stagger.

It followed from there an animated conversation between the two taelons which spoke in their native language and at intervals well too fast and violent to make it possible for Boone to interpret it. Anyway Da'an ends up lowering the head in front of a triumphing Zo'or.

"I have a last request to formulate however. Can I have a few minutes alone with the Commander Boone?"

Zo'or seemed to reflect a few moment then nodded.

"Of course," he said with an unpleasant smile, undoubtedly hoping that Da'an would not survive these few minutes with the human one.

Without more words, he exited, followed by an agent Sandoval obviously anxious for the fate of the American Companion. Da'an went to the door and of a gracious gesture of the hand he closed the wall behind them.

Now that the agent Sandoval and Zo'or had left, Boone faded and, with one painfull moan, collapsed on the floor. Da'an approched him and placed a hand on his abdomen, where the skrill of Sandoval had reached him. His human appearance go for a while and the taelon appeared in his natural form, even the jumpsuit which he usually wore seemed to disappear.

Boone felt a strange heat which emanated from the hands of the Companion.Within seconds all the pain was gone. When he reopened the eyes, it was to find Da'an looked at him smiling sadly.

"Da'an," he sighed, making a movement to rise. The Taelon put a finger on his lips beckoning him not to speak. He helped him to get up and raised the head to look in his the eyes.

"It is a very strange impression Commander, it is as if I saw you for the very first time under your true face. Without the mask of the perfect implant you wore. I always suspected that your cvi did not function as it would have, but I would never have imagined that you had been able to pass for a Companion's agent you who must hate all the members of my specie," said Da'an turned towards the window so that Boone cannot see the infinitely sad glance which planed in his eyes.

"You are mistaken." Da'an opened the mouth to respond but Boone cut him. "It is true I do not have any trust in the taelons, but however... I trust you Da'an. In the beginning I believed you were like all the others, an alien not able to feel any emotions but I learned to know you better. Now I know that if somebody can save our two species it is not me, it is you."

Da'an always turned his back to him, looking outside. Boone moved for be in front of the Taelon.

"Da'an, look at me," he murmured. The North American Companion locked his eyes into Boone's. The human slowly raised his hand and posed it on Da'an's cheek. Da'an lost his human appearance at the contact and pressed his cheek against the man's hand.There was no need of words. When Da'an finally take his human facade back, his eyes were filled with great sadness.

"I lost so many friends during my existence," he said in a sigh, like a confession, "and I do not know if I will be able to support your...death…"

"You must Da'an, it is necessary that you survive to fight Zo'or, to give a chance to humanity. Promise it to me Da'an, promise me that you will survive, please…" Da'an turned his eyes away and when he spoke his voice was full of something like sobs.

"I... I promise you," he finished by saying.

"I thank you." Boone moved away a little from the taelon and pulled out the weapon which he constantly carried under his coat. The horror was visible in Da'an's eyes when he looked at the gun.

"What's that for, Boone," the Taelon asked of a weak voice. Boone armed the rifle and turned to the Companion.

"One month ago a member of the resistance was captured by the taelons. All the members of our movement have a small electronic implant in the head," he said while showing a place just behind his ear, "that communicates the position, and can be configured for send the vitals signals, of the person who carries this implant. There is only me which does not have any because of my cvi. He was taken along on your mother-ship and after a few days these vital signals started to go down at specific times in the day. And a day these signals ceased completely," he completed in a sigh. The face of Da'an was a strange mixture of sadness, anger and despair.

"He was tortured till death," he whispered, "I knew for a certain time that Zo'or did this kind of... interrogations…, but he had the support of the Synod. I could not do anything," he said, lowering the head, like ashamed.

"You do not wish me the same fate of this poor man don't you," Boone said to him with a sad smile. He came close to the Taelon and gave him his gun. Da'an raised surprised eyes towards the human one who was in front of him.

"No... No do not ask me that Commander," Da'an tell him of a tone which showed that it was afraid to understand what Boone awaited from him, "Us Taelons cannot kill an alive being, you know it." Boone looked at the taelon of a soft glance filled of comprehension and lowered the weapon.

"I do not know if I will have the strenght to do it myself, that's all," he whispered. Da'an lost his human appearance for long this time. He seemed to regain his calm during a few moments then lowering the eyes on the gun that Boone had always in the hand :

"There is maybe a way..."

Boone raised the eyes, a look of hope in them.

"Taelons are made of pure energy," he murmured, "I...," he stopped as if he did not want to continue "... I can send in you an energy discharge that your body will not be able to support."

"You will be accusate, I do not want your life ruined because of mine," Boone said.

"Because Commander, you really believe that the Synod will lets pass that I had a spy of the resistance in my service for several months and that Zo'or was the one who discover it," sighed the Companion with a sad smile. "No.....in any way they will remove me of my place of Companion then the Council of the Synod will announce me that I must send myself in the void. So many members of the Synod dreamed to take my place and to see me dead, Zo'or will have enough support for do it." The glance of Da'an passed through Boone, his eyes were of a blue which the man had never met, even with a taelon, before.

"That I am accusate of your death or not, Commander it has there no more exits for me, it's a dead end. I must take my responsabilities," he said turned away from the man. Boone sighed. Da'an seemed to return to reality and look at the human.
"They will not be long in returning now," Da'an whipered so low that Boone could hear him only with the capacities of his cvi. Without pronouncing a word Will moved towards the taelon and almost tenderly took his hand between his.
"You are right they will return soon," he said near to the taelon's ear, his voice trembled, "if you can do it, do it now, please Da'an." Da'an raised the eyes towards him and impulsively snuggled against Boone's shoulder, passing the arms around the man's chest. Boone returned the hug and let his cheek on the top of the head of the taelon. Da'an changed back slowly in his natural appearance and his hands started to shine. He established a mental connection with the human one and sent to him thoughts of heat, comfort and even love. Boone sensed that the taelon hesitated to accomplish the fatal act. Finally he felt like an electrical current run into all the muscles of his body, a little more powerful each times. He had just time to whisper
words of thanks and friendship to his taelon friend before sinking in unconsciousness. The last thought which he had before leaving this world was that he liked better to die this way that of any others.

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Da'an dissolved in small particles of energy which turned around Boone's body raising it in the air. Finally the two distinct beings that they were seemed to form just one. A bright light illuminated the room and they were again in their respective physical forms. The pale body which had been the Commander William Boone was lying on the floor apparently lifeless. Beside him, Da'an was knelt, he held the head of the dying man, both hands pressed against his temples trying to establish a contact with the mind which was escaping from this physical envelope. You made the good choice. Da'an heard the voice of the man in his thoughts interfering for a time with the usual voices of the Community. He felt Will's mind escape slowly, as of water which would have run through his fingers. Don't worry. I will always remain with you. It was the last thing he heard before seeing the final link broken. He tightened the inert human's body against him and left his human facade dissapear. He separated finally and he stroke Will's hair for the first and last time. He then get up slowly and after some efforts managed to regain his human appearance. With a last glance to the dead body on the ground, he moved towards the throne which occupied the middle of the room and sat down there. It is this moment that Zo'or and Sandoval chose to enter.

Fin

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season one. the thing you must not write if you want your fics to be read. I will shut up or I'll say something very bad, like I said the other time. I was thinking of a sequel. maybe I'll do one a day when I'll have the time.

Bye, hope you liked it!