The E:FC universe (including Liam) belongs to Tribune and
Roddenberry-Kirschner. Rosemary, Marianne, and the story belong to me,
Note: This is alternate-universe, revising a portion of
"Tackling Lust". It came to me in a rush and demanded writing down. I
don't know if this is a final draft or just a working copy, so beware.
Give This Myself
Rosemary sat in the coffee stand's seating area, feeling lonely amidst
the bustle. Tomorrow, she would be implanted, preventing herself from
being falsely motivated to serve the Companions. Today, she was
checking her patients before turning them over the few days it would
take for her to adjust to the CVI. Sipping her iced coffee, she placed
her hand over her stomach.
Liam hadn't said a word to her at all since he drowsily lurched out of
her bed in order to answer a call from Da'an. It was as if he didn't
remember their lovemaking at all. _That's fine,_ she thought. _The need
was mine, not his._ They had had their one-night stand, and all was
well with the world.
"Excuse me, may I sit here?" a voice asked from above. Rosemary looked
up from her thoughts to find a woman about her age holding a coffee.
She nodded, motioning towards the table's other chair, as she had
several times before when the popular place got too crowded. "I'm
"Rosemary," Rosemary offered.
"Big crowd today," Marianne observed. She lifted her cup to her lips
and grimaced. "I should have gotten an iced."
"I like mine iced, myself."
Marianne laughed. "I like it hot, but I think today I should have made
Rosemary sipped her coffee, wishing she'd gone to the trouble for iced
tea - coffee wasn't her favorite drink. "Are you new around here? I
haven't seen you before."
"I lived here when I was a little girl," Marianne said, sighing. "But
my parents moved, and this is the first time I've been back in ages. I
missed this place."
"I grew up in California, myself," Rosemary said. "I only came here
about a year back. If you think this is strange, try living in
Marianne laughed again. "Maybe someday, I hope," she said, then
frowned. "I'm glad I caught you. I have something to tell you."
"Huh?" Rosemary asked, suddenly unsure as to the company she was
keeping. "I'm sure we've never met before."
Marianne smiled serenely. "We have. I know you might have trouble
believing this - but I'm your daughter, from the future. I went through
the time portal that Dad fell through a couple weeks ago. I wanted to
give you and me another chance. You're already pregnant with me, but I
wanted to give us both a second chance."
Rosemary blinked, remembering something out of the rush of images she'd
gotten from Liam. "The Strandhill exhibit."
"Yeah. Anyway, I'm sorry about Dad ignoring you, but it's better this
way," Marianne said, soothingly. "He doesn't remember going to bed with
you at all. If he did, then he'd figure things out eventually and
that's what I want to avoid. I know you've been looking at him - I've
"You've been *what*?" Rosemary asked, staring at the woman.
"Well, I had to make sure he didn't remember," Marianne said,
defensively. "As I said, I wanted to give both of us a second chance,
to have lives as normal as possible. I want to give us back the lives
that we never had. I know you haven't - wouldn't - tell him about it,
if you had a choice. Well, don't."
"It's that important for you to never know your father?" Rosemary
asked, trying to get as much of an idea as she could about this
"I want a normal life. I want to give you and myself a life that I
never had - a normal life. You wouldn't understand it, not now, but you
might, someday. All I ask is that you don't tell Dad, not ever. Go on
with your life. Let your family help you with your pregnancy, for they
will. Just - leave Dad out of this. He means well, but... he overdoes
things. I only wish to help. Think about it."
At that, Marianne got up with her coffee. "Good luck," she said,
finally. "Give this myself a better world."
* * *
Rosemary sat on the couch in her living room and stared at the phone.
The visitation from her 'daughter' had made her nervous, the
information given made her jumpy.
Was she truly pregnant? Something in her told her so. Liam was the
father, she knew that. But, did she want to tell him? Marianne had been
right in that she'd decided to take responsibility for any one-night
stands like this.
But, if what she remembered was correct, this was no ordinary one-night
stand, and Liam was far from any concept of an ordinary bed-partner.
The continuation of a species was at stake, and the newest generation
of that species might well need her father's help, no matter what she
said. Liam had to be notified that he was going to be a father.
She paused. Would she be condemning herself and her daughter to
something terrible? Marianne hadn't seemed in ill-health, but she had
been insistent. What in this woman's past, her future, had been so
terrible that Marianne had left her own time to create a future that
was not her own? If this even was her daughter, that was. So much
Placing her hand on her stomach, she looked at her phone again. Who
could help her? Who could she call? Who would understand? Liam would,
even if it would take a little explaining. She had no choice; someone
would have to be told. Somebody who could help.
Apologizing silently to the being who had visited her, she dialled the
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