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New Discovery

Posted on Tue Jun 21st, 2016 @ 7:10am by Commander Mercia Kavi & Lieutenant JG Julian Winterstorm & 1st Lieutenant Taylor Price

Mission: The Undesireables
Location: Beach
Timeline: TBD

Julian awoke with a smile, his legs entangled with Taylor's. He tried as best he could to disengage himself without waking the other man, it was there day off and he wanted to surprise with with a homemade breakfast and a day of leisure down on the planet, specifically a day on the beach.

The marine rolled over in the sheets, hugging his pillow and pushing it under his head. He was lost somewhere in a dream.

The Akadian watched his lover for a few minutes before opening the dresser drawer, putting on some underwear and making his way to the kitchen. He returned about half an hour later with a tray of food. The tray held bacon, eggs, some hash browns and toast.

"Good morning sleepy head," he said.

The smell of eggs and bacon had woke him some, pulled him away from the dreams, but it was the sound of Julian's voice that made him open his eyes. "Good Morning, handsome." He smiled as he sat up slowly. The covers fell to his lap exposing the clean smooth structure of his abs and chest.

Julian, who only had on his underwear gave the other man an impish grin. as he approached the bed,"Good thing I have other plans for us of the day, otherwise we'd be stuck in bed all day."

"Last night wasn't enough?" He teased. He leaned over and kissed Julian, a soft brush of the lips kiss. "What kind of plans?"

"Last night was fabulous, "Julian responded after the kiss had broken, "more than fabulous, but I could never get enough of you. However I thought we'd go down to the planet, take a long walk, do some exploring and get lunch on the beach someplace. "

Taylor lifted an eyebrow. "Memphis Island." He tilted his head playfully. "You remember the last time we were down there."

"I could hardly forget, you saved my life, but I kind of doubt that's going to happen again. We're not going to be caught with our pants down this time. It will be fun, I promise.

Taylor gave Julian a glance as he thought about it. He finally caved, after all Julian had made him breakfast and they did have the day off. "Ok, since you promised."

"Trust me, nothing's going to happen, it's just going to be a fun, uneventful day."

Taylor leaned in and kissed him again. "Well, you can't promise uneventful." He teased.

"You sir, have a wicked and devious imagination, no wonder I love you so much."

Taylor grinned as he shared his breakfast in bed with Julian. Then he showered and changed into some civilian clothes. It wasn't much more than an hour before he was ready to head down to Memphis Island.

Julian was waiting for him when he walked out of their bedroom. He was dressed in a pair of brown chinos and teal Hawaiian shirt with brown flowers. "You ready?" he asked.

Nodding his head, Taylor came over to him and offered his khaki shorts and black t shirt up for inspection. "How do I look?"


"Like last night was not enough and I'm tempted to forget my plans, "Julian joked. He gave the Marine a quick peck on the cheek, took his hand, then headed out the door

He followed, happily. "Sooo what is the plan?"

A nice walk along the beach, a picnic, then I'm going to teach you how to surf, we watch the sunset,and if we can find a secluded enough place on the beach, well kind of a rematch of last night if that gives you any idea."

Taylor blushed slightly and smiled, but otherwise didn't say a word.

Julian smirked at Taylor, "You are so cute when you blush, you know that right?"

A few minutes later the two men found themselves on an empty portion of beach. "We've never been here before," Julian said, "I thought it would be a good place to start, you know do a little exploring and all."

On the water a flat object bobbed with the waves, battered palm fronds and a figure was atop of it. The figure was huddled in a small ball, trying to be shielded from the sun. The head lifted when voices were heard, and his cat like eyes squinted.

Taylor nodded his head. "A nice quiet beach is a wonderful place to explore." He said. "I bet there are some really nice seashells here too." He looked down at his bare feet. He'd taken his shoes off the moment they'd hit the sand.

Curiosity struck the figure on the boat and he sat up before a big wave hit his raft and he tumbled in to the water, with a small splash before he let out a cry and flailed in the waves.

Taylor's head came up sharply hearing the cry from the ocean. "Julies!" he said pointing out towards the speck that was left of the raft and then started for the water. He figured Julian was keeping up with him. Taylor hit the water and didn't care how cold it was.


Julian was only a second behind him and swimming as fast as he could, he soon pulled even with the Marine, but was unable to pass him. They came to the bobbing figure at almost the same time.

The panicked figure a child, with brown textured skin, and wet tangled hair grabbed on to the nearest man he saw and struggled to keep above the water, as he cried out again.

"Ok, ok." He felt the boy grab a hold of him and try to climb as high as he could. Taylor had to tread water a little harder to keep himself above water. "We gotcha, we gotcha." He wrapped one arm around the child. "It's ok, you're ok." He looked at Julian with a confused and concerned expression on his face. Well they weren't killing anyone, that was a plus.

Julian put his hand on the struggling child's head and tried something he'd rarely done. He sent the boy a word picture of being on a white sand beach, high up away from the water with the sun drying him out.

The image made the boy flinch but understanding and intelligence filled his eyes and he settled quickly, allowing the men to aide him. Once they reached the beach and fell in to the sand and heaved breath after breath in as he looked at them. His cat like eyes shifted and the white lines on his face became more vibrant. A sound came from his mouth as he looked between them.

Julian looked between Taylor and the boy shrugging his shoulders. Whatever language, if it was language was one he'd never heard and obviously the universal translator had never heard of either.

Taylor shook his head, not worrying to much about the sand that was coating his skin. "Do you want to try that mind thing again and see if you can try to understand him?" He asked between breaths.

Julian nodded this time rather than trying to put anything in the boy's head he just lowered his mental shields and tried to pick up on his emotions or thoughts.

The boy's mind was full of confusion, and fear, as well as desperation. He'd seen the shining structures on this island from afar, and hoped his dream had been right and there were people who could help. There were hundreds more like him, and they were dying.

He began to spout off quickly speaking, trying to make the men understand, while pointing back out at the water. He needed to take them home, to show them.

Julian couldn't understand the words, but emotions and the pictures from the boys mind were clear and riveting. He nodded that he understood, and turned to Taylor, "He's not the only one from what I can gather, there's more of his, race, clan, whatever you want to call it. And I think they're sick or in trouble, we need to get some help, maybe medical, and go find them."

The boy looked at them confused but got up from the sand, even though he was tired. He grabbed their hands and tired to pull them towards the ocean, pointing to it with urgency.

Julian looked at the young boy who was clearly in no shape to lead them anywhere,then up at Taylor. He felt rather helpless, not having any real way to tell the boy later. "We need to get him to a hospital," he said.

"I don't know if he's going to let us." He said after being pulled towards the ocean. Taylor looked out at the open ocean and then back towards the rest of the Island.

"Well, I can go with him, you can go back and get help," Julian said.

Taylor shook his head. "No, no." He wasn't going to let Memphis Island have a repeat of their last time there. No way. He looked out at the ocean, somewhere out there someone needed help, and he looked at the boy on his hand and back at the island where there was help and medical. But he also knew that it would take time to get help and time they might not have. "Let's get him to medical and we'll try to figure out exactly where he came from out there. We might be able to transport right to the place with help."

"Fine, " Julian agreed, "I guess we don't have much choice. It would probably be faster in the long run, but you know he's not going to understand, and is going to be frantic. I'm not sure I can keep him calm."

"I know you'll keep trying to help him." Taylor retorted. He knelt down and scooped the boy up in his arms.

~Fin

 

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