by Seven

Disclaimer:  Earth: Final Conflict and its characters are copyrighted by Tribune Entertainment
Company.  All rights reserved.
 
 

Note from Author:     Story takes place sometime during S2. I decided to imagine a little more on
those "millions of races" inside Liam in the forms of dreams...
 
 

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Liam Kincaid tossed on his couch, murmuring words that would sound like mere gibberish to a human
with an untrained ear. But they would have sent a chill through the soul of a Taelon.

As Liam rolled over, his arm fell over the armrest. His shakarava glowed...

****

Then he was no longer himself, but just a watcher. He was standing in the middle of a thousand
bubble-like buildings, that pulsed and glowed with their own inner rhythm, their own fire radiating from
their biomatrix. Their iridescent whiteness was a stark contrast to the crimson sky above him.

Liam turned and saw Kimera. They were tall and slender, not transparent like Taelons, but with an
ethereality that made them seem ready to float away.

There were four of them, two adults who were taller than Liam and gliding ahead of their children. The
children... one of them was pure Kimera, a smaller version of his parents, but another had deep mauve
skin overlaying the iridescence of Kimera energy. He had a large ridge running along the back of his
skull.

A hybrid, Liam thought, his heart accelerating. Like me. They welcomed hybrids as their own...

The child looked at him, as if recognizing him. His eyes were dark and wide in his dark-skinned face.
His mother turned and walked back toward him, putting her arm about her hybrid child's shoulders and
drawing him away. Liam felt as if someone were ripping his soul apart as the child was taken away, still
staring at him. Every fiber of his being screamed to the child *Don't go, please! I want to come with
you!*

The mother stopped and looked at him, flashing different colors as she considered the tall young man
in front of her. *You cannot come with us, for we passed away long ago,* her thoughts touched his
mind. *But you will always have us... for you are us, and we are you...*

****

Liam awoke from his dream, gasping, covered in sweat. He walked into the bathroom and rapidly
showered, unable to erase the feeling of pain in him. It was not physical pain, but pain of the spirit.
Like what he had suffered when his mother had died.

"I dreamed," he whispered. "But they are a part of me..."