| Author | Comment | Seven ONine
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(1/31/01 7:20:44 pm)
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Oh, I hope April gets better soon....  I am nominating this for best Zo'or story.
| Reme
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(2/1/01 2:08:30 am)
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yeah, Seven, so glad you are going to nominate this. How does that work anyway? How do you become eligible to nominate and who votes? What in the heck is a Shaq award anyway?
| Jehanne
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(2/6/01 9:00:11 am)
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You really want me to continue this?
| topsie
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(2/6/01 9:18:45 am)
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Yes of course! I am on pins and needles!
| Jehanne
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(2/6/01 9:57:41 am)
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XI – Awakenings
The first thing that Da’an saw when he awakened were the reprobing eyes of Mit’gai fixed on him. He breathed longly and his eyes widened as he felt that he was in control of his body again, and of the pain that burned inside him. He closed slowly his eyelids, feeling the refreshing energy begin to heal his aching body.
The bitting voice of the taelon healer bring him back violently into reality. “Sha’bra! Da’an! Are you insane! I do not know what happened, but I know that you almost did not survive it! What did you do?!?” he exclamed. Da’an felt so weak, he perceived the aria round him as something liquid, sticky, gummy. Mit’gai’s words seemed to spread through this strange mixture and reached his ears only some seconds later. He felt as he was soaking in boiling water, all seemed too warm, too vaporous. He closed his eyes again, when he sensed a wave of pain running through his nerves, protesting against his awekening.
He prepared himself to fall back into slumber, prefering decidedly this state. But Mit’gai’s hands grasped his face and forced him to awake. “Da’an, not only as a healer, but too as a Taelon, I must know what happened,” said his fellow, a very serious stare in his eyes.
Da’an suddenly remembered all that had happened. The images appeared in flash in front of his eyes. Zo’or, sobbing in his arms, both of them floating in the air, dissolved, Liam’s shakarava that had saved him burning against the sides of his head… “Zo’or! Zo’or! Is he alive? Please, do not tell me that he is…” asked Da’an, alarmed. Mit’gai released him. He knew, as everyone, how Zo’or had rejected his parent. But the diplomats occupied this function because they were not rancorous. He fixed a disdainful stare on the Companion.
“He will survive…” he muttered, turning his back at him.
“… Until tomorrow…” returned Da’an, weakly, turning the head. Mit’gai looked back at him, surprised, visibly.
“You know,” he whispered. He was truly astonished that Zo’or had told Da’an his secret, he believed that the young taelon was a way too arrogant for that. It was really surprising that someone who was enough proud for hide during all his life that he suffered like a martyr, only for not appear weak, told his secret so easily, to someone he had previously denied and rejected
“Zo’or… had come begging for my help Mit’gai. Could you refuse to give help to your ow child if he came, begging you? If you had held him in your arms? If you had felt his pain? Could you do that?” asked Da’an. His voice was weak but there was such a strenght, a conviction in the words he had pronounced that Mit’gai was chosked by it.
The taelon healer understood. “You have tried to join with him, have you? But it not worked, and the ka’atham ate your living energy. You should ahve died from this Da’an,” realized Mit’Gai, slowly raising the head.
Da’an closed his eyes for avoid the curiosity that burned into his fellow’s. He could not reveal Liam’s secret. He had betrayed him once and it was enough. “I do not know how I survived it…” he murmured, hoping that his lie would be convincing enough.
Mit’gai did not believe him one second. “I know you are liying Da’an, and I will find about what,” he asid, locking his eyes with the younger. “But not now, I have other things to do. Rest. You will be forced to stay in this state for the next twelve terran hours,” he continued, coming back in his rôle of healer before all. He put a hand on Da’an’s eyes, forcing him to clsoe them and lowered the energy level that fed the taelon, making him fall into a deep unconscience, before the diplomat could ask something.
XII – Liam
Liam brought an unconscious Zo’or at the medical bay and let her to the good care of Mit’gai. He left the room and went in his office, sitting in front of his desk. Good, it was what he needed, silence and peace for think clearly. She had called him Liel. He had called her Mazorha and she had reacted. It was almost unconsciously that her name had came to his lips, perhaps only because his mind had admitted something that the rest of himself refused to believe in. That Zo’or and Mazorha were the same person. He had until now, refused to believe int eh more than numerous coincidence. But now, it was more like an evidence. The fact that he had called her Mazorha was one thing, but the fact that she had called him Liel back was another…
He crossed his arms and closed his eyes. He wanted not to believe. They were so differents from each others. Mazorha and Zo’or. Zo’or and Mazorha. Zo’or was cold and harsh. He had only despise for the human race, he considered them as inferiors. But Mazorha did not seem to make differences between them, the only proof he needed was that he had let him act like he had done the last night.
But there was always the possibility that Zo’or and Mazorha could be differents sides of the same person. Yes, this was possible. There was Zo’or, cruel, cold, hard. A shell which hid what she really was, because she was weak and suffering.
Liam shook his head and told himself that he could not take away any theorize about her until he was completly sure of her identity. Da’an… Da’an should know, who she was. He could tell him, maybe. Liam was not sure if his boss would accept. Professional secret, or something like that. But anyway, he could not go tonight. No tonight he would see Mazorha. But since Zo’or was in a bad state, maybe… He felt a slight smile stroke his lips. Zo’or would not stay longly at the medical bay, Mit’gai or not Mit’gai. He would go see her tonight and ask explanations, he promised himself.
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| Reme
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(2/6/01 11:00:19 am)
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Duchess is still puny. Seven is gone. And I still waiting with patience. Not patient. Need to see more. Boohoo. You must be busy with school!
| Kelara
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(2/6/01 12:03:09 pm)
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Wow! Would she really come back to meet Liel? That would be soo great!! 
| Jehanne
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(2/6/01 2:03:21 pm)
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XIII – From behind the wall for the last time
Mazorha awakened in the medical bay of the Washington Embassy. She regained her senses just soon enough for hear the noise of Kincaid’s step go away from her chamber. She stayed lying on her back in the bed du ring a moment, letting the pain soothe her slowly. After all those years, this pain had become familiar, as a ‘friend’ who would always be there. It was a sort of proof that she was still alive; when she felt this at awakening , she knew that she had another day left, a kind of assurance that she would survive until tomorrow.
The pain was not so hard, as it had been sometimes in the past. But Zo’or knew that it was just another ill omen. If her metabolism was so weak that she did not feel the pain anymore, then the deterioration of her body was very advanced, irreversible, like Mit’gai as said. She did not feel weak or angry. Only sad. Sad that it ended here. She had hoped to still survive during thousands of terran years with T’than’s energy core. But instead of that, she had only a couple of hours left.
Mazorha sighed. Not much people would miss her anyway. Da’an would, surely. But him… Another time, her thoughts wandered toward this man, this man she knew not. Or whom she believed she knew not. Liel, Liam. The two names were very close in spelling. Liam Kincaid. Perhaps. He had always seemed someone with an open mind to her. He did not hate the Taelons, but neither supported them. And more determining, he did not hate her, unlike so much people did. They saw in her only the Synod Leader, cold and cruel, without thinking during one second that maybe, here could be another person under the shell. But Liel had found this person, and had liked her. Dared she say loved?
She took her decision. Mazorha would say her good bye tonight. She sat on the edge on the bed, painfully moaning. Her body wanted not to move, her movements were stiffs. She could not even keep the human facade in place.
Zo’or was going to exit when Mit’gai entered in the room. The healer ocvered the young taelon with a grave look in his eyes and closed the door behind him. “Da’an…” she started trying to appear as disinterested as she could in the present situation.
Mit’gai did not answer, but turned cold eyes toward her. The Taelon took a needle on the table and filled it with a blue liquid that looked vaguely fluorescent in the darkness of the room. “He is well, he will be able to be reinstated in his duty in some hours. He is only in need of energy,” Mit’gai informed him, almost innatentively.
Zo’or let out her breath in a long sigh and closed slowly her blue eyes. When she reopened them, she found the healer just some inches from her. “I know I will not prevent you from doing what you plan to do tonight. It is your decision after all. Or I cannot prevent you form having a worthy death, But as a healer, I must do something for help you living through your lasts hours,” started the taelon. It was the very first time of her life that Mazorha saw Mit’gai show something smoewhat like sadness.
“I… thank you,” she whispered, lowering the head.
Mit’gai shook her head. “If only you had said it sooner Zo’or.” He showed her the needle for concentrate on something other than regrets. “It is a pain killer. He is powerful and will not let sequels in your organism, even if in your case, it is not of much importance. We do not use it often because it slows down every function of the body. You will sense nothing, not pain, but not any kind of feelings,” he explained. The look on his face when he finished his speech was one of profound sadness.
Zo’or nodded to the question Mit’Gai had not really asked. The healer took a step forward and pressed the needle against Zo’or’s neck, sending the liquid in all small nerves of her taelon body. The young alien sensed the medecine fill all cells of her body, feeling them all going dumb turn after turn. Mit’gai had spoke the truth, she even did not feel the heat of the air on her artificial skin.
“The feeling should begin to dissipate in some hours. When you will sense it, come back,” said Mit’gai shortly, refusing to meet Zo’or’s piercing gaze.
Mazorha nodded again. “Thank you.”
The healer put a hand on her shoulder, communicating her his sadness and admiration. Zo’or refused to let her emotions take the control of her and, without staring back, she turned on her heels and left the chamber. She had a last task to accomplish, one that would not be easy to do.
| Duchess
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(2/6/01 2:08:41 pm)
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April came here for a jiffy today to check specifically for this fic. *vbg*
Thank you Jeanne for writing more of this story!!! I love it and it is nominated in my list of categories for best Zo'or story. It is one of the only ones I had no doubts about. It and your Child in a Glass Bottle, as best adult story. Isn't THAT ironic! lol
Love you girl! I have to scram now but I'll be back tomorrow.
| cimiKC
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(2/6/01 3:19:48 pm)
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Mazorhaaaaaa~~~~ >o<
Jeanne! I want some more!!!
KC
| AKimera
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(2/6/01 3:29:46 pm)
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Oh, oh, oh!
Wonderful!!
More, please!
| Adrienne
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(2/6/01 3:43:00 pm)
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This is amazing. More?
| Jehanne
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(2/6/01 4:19:47 pm)
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“Liel?”
“Yes?”
“I am here, that is all.”
“I know. I heard you coming in.”
Not a word were pronounced during a long moment. The air between them became heavy.
“Mazorha?”
“Yes?”
“I believe… that I know who you are. It’s quite involuntary, please trust me,” he added for defend himself.
“It is good, I believe I know your identity as well.”
“You’re alright. We could not stay hidden forever-...” Liel was going to continue but Mazorha interrupted him.
“No, do not say it to me. It will be much better like this.”
“You look like feeling good tonight. You’re better?”
Mazorha took a long while before responding. “Liel… I am… dying,” she whispered.
“What…” murmured Liam, too shocked for say more than that.
“I will… not come back tomorrow Liel.”
“No… No, Mazorha, it’s not possible, you cannot… They cannot do something for you…?” said Liel, terrified.
“It is finished Liel.”
There was nothing spoke during many seconds.
“I need to see you,” Liel said finally.
“But no… I…”
“We are both aware of who the other is. And if you… die then… it has not much importance…”
Mazorha thought about it sometimes and took her decision. Liel was right. She returned to her energy form, with some relief.
She changed the wall’s properties, with a graceful gesture of the back of her hand. She waited to see Liel step back from the wall and passed through it. It was dark in the other room, there was only the faint light of the stars. The young man’s face was not visible in the darkness, only the vague shape of his features. Mazorha felt the pain killers’ effect started to weaken, the tips of her fingers was tingling, the pain was starting to come back. It was faint, but it was there.
Liel advanced, she could see two eyes, glowing green in the dark. Exactly like Kincaid’s, she thought. “You… are dying… It’s true…?” he asked. A sort of ball was forming in his throat, something inside his chest was aching, with each seconds that passed by.
Zo’or lowered the head. The energy lines were slowling, the man was well able to see it. The thin energy pinker nerves, that indicated how young was their owner, were pratically dark; there was no enrgy travelling in it, no lights. The taelon’s form was dark in shape. Her movements were slow. Her fingers, that she almost always moved, were nearly non-moving.
He approached closer to the Taelon. “Is it true?” he asked another time.
Mazorha turned her back to him, trying to avoid the pressure of those wide green eyes fixed on her. “Yes…” she whispered. “I… have no hope left. I needed to take… paink killers for come here tonight.”
Liam could not hold back the tears that rolled on his cheek. She was the only one person that had ever understood him. And now, he was going to lose her, like he had lost everyone who had been dear to his heart before.
Mazorha lifted a hand, now trembling in convulsions, and stopped the tear with the tips of her fingers. “Please, do not cry for me… I am not enough worthy for it…” Her voice took a more sad tone. “I worked all my life for the survival of my species, to the prejudice of all the others. The Humans are part of them. In our egoism, we have forgotten that the memebers of these species we considered as inferiors could be another thing than some subbjects for experiments or puppets to play with…” She backed suddenly, understanding what her words implied. In politic, all you need to do is lying for preserve the appearances, before all. Good politicians were also good liars. During all her life, during all this life in which she had worked for save her own species and nothing more, she had never believed in her words more than now. She felt like the truth itself was escaping from her lips.
Liel took a step closer. “Don’t say that… You cannot know how much I’ll miss you…” he whispered.
“And you pretend to know my identity,” she opposed him. No, no one would miss Zo’or, and almost no one knew of Mazorha’a existence. Only Da’an, Mit’gai… and Liel.
“We are both used to wear masks that hide what we really are.” He sighed when he sensed another tear following the first one. “You cannot know how much knowing you enlightened my life Mazorha…”
“And mine…” she murmured in return.
Liel took another step closer, they were almost chest to chest. Mazorha was of the same height as him, he did not need to lean down. He took her fine hand between his, and a slight smile stroked briefly his lips, when he saw that the energy lines in her hand seemed to come back to life and run, bright and alive again, under the contact. He turned her hand for that her palm was toward the celling and gently brought it up for touch his lips to the center of it, when the faint mark of the inactive shakarava was.
Mazorha felt all the affection that Liel had for her. Never someone had had these feelings for her, never in her life she had believed she would sense this. She realized that she did not consider him as a being different of herself, as a… Human, as an alien to her. They eyes were locked together. They were both trying to read the emotions in each others’ eyes. They remembered not who had begun it. Their lips were moving closer, slowly, so slowly that it almost looked like they would never met.
It was not really a kiss, more like a caress, lips to lips. Mazorha knew not what to do, and Liel feared to harm her in any way. He gently pressed his lips against hers. He was not hoping to receive some response, and did not receive one. The Taelon only accepted him, without moving back, she let him do.
They stayed a long time in the warm, comforting embrace, before Liel finally accepted to let her go. He wanted this moment to never end. He felt another long tear ran on his face, knowing that it was maybe the last time ever he would see Mazorha. Even if he was almost sure that h eknew her identity, he did not hate her for that; she needed to hide behind a shell, for protect herself from everyone, like everyone normal in the universe; and it was the one she had chosen. To surround herself with coldness, anger and hate. He let her go, holding longly his fingers between his before let her hand left his, feeling her long slender fingers slid in his. Liam looked a long time at the part of the wall, where Mazorha had disapeared.
| AKimera
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(2/6/01 5:33:32 pm)
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*sniff*
Oh, no, Jehanne, you can't stop there.
Poor Liam/Liel,
Poor Zo'or/Mazorha
More, please!
| reme
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(2/6/01 10:01:28 pm)
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well, this fic just breaks my heart, Jeanne. It is sooooo good. The best you have ever written in my opinon. Guess what i was workning on my fic tonight and my trainer called to say we had a new red roan baby girl. A tiny little filly. She is suppose to be beatiful. A red roan is very, very rare!We are all thrilled to pieces. Her markings are strange and beautiful. I have horses in my fic based on some horses we have here. Was fun to write about Ma'el and his spouse traveling through out Ireland on them. I will put it up for you to read soon. I REALLY LOVE MAZORHA BEHIND THE WALL. HOPE IT WINS AN AWARD. IT DESERSES IT. YES, IT DOES. NOW YOU CAN BLUSH AND TAKE A LITTLE BOW! GO JEANNE! GO JEANNE! GO JEANNE! WILL BE GLAD WHEN SEVEN GETS BACK WON'T YOU? I MISS HER.
| SynZor
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(2/7/01 7:05:13 am)
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I have already replied on the Mothership but I was hoping there might be more here..Please more soon, This is just so moving and I'm really hooked. I hope Zo'or/Mazorha will be saved.
| Holo Kat 
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(2/7/01 8:42:04 am)
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| Kelara
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(2/7/01 9:47:31 am)
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Oh no, you don't really want her to die, don't you!??? *still hoping* I mean Liel is Kimera, so why can't he help her?
| Duchess
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(2/7/01 1:22:50 pm)
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Jeanne, I'm actually going to cry if you let Mazorha die! Please save her!
| reme
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(2/7/01 1:40:18 pm)
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hey april you do know you are being sympathetic to Zo'or! Thought I would never see it. Hehe! I love Zo'or! Even if he is a big meanie on the show. I think he will be redeemed, yes, I do! Just wait and see!
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