New Arizona, TF Sector 1 – March 25, 2501
“Do you Larna Fox take Heather Morgan to be your lawfully wedded partner. To have and to hold. To love and cherish. As long as you both shall live,” the vicar said reading from the wedding vows written down on the computer note pad in his hand.
Larna Fox is twenty-one Erayears old. She is five feet eleven inches tall, weighs nine stone and has auburn hair with a white streak, about one-centimetre wide running right down the centre, tied into a tight ponytail so that only a tiny fringe is left down her forehead. With a figure of 36B-24-35 and the looks of the actress Hudson Leick, she looks more like a model than a lethal weapon. The tattoo of the Chinese for Eternal Devotion on the right side of her neck, is not only in tribute and honour of her late husband, but an indication to how she feels about Heather. For once she was out of the all leather outfit that she normally wears. Because she was getting married, she was wearing an elegant, all in one, long black evening gown, which hugged the curves of her sexy, athletic, well in shape body to perfection. Larna turned her head to face the old vicar briefly.
“I do,” she replied before returning her eyes to those of the blonde haired woman standing next to her.
Heather was five feet six inches tall, weighed eight stone and had a curving figure of 32B-23-30. She was twenty-two years old, a year older than Larna, and had the look of the actress Julianne Moore. Her brown eyes sparkled with joy. She was dressed in a white evening gown of the same design as the one that Larna was wearing. The vicar was dressed in the old-fashioned dog collar outfit. The pair of them stood, holding hands, in front of the vicar. Behind them, Tom Aspel, the Commander of the police force in New Arizona and Lauren Delaney, Larna’s half-sister and Tom’s wife stood. Tom is in his early fifties. He had thinning, greying brown hair with hazel eyes and a slim build. He is dressed in his best suit. Lauren was a six-foot stunner. She had a slim figure, even after just giving birth to a baby girl, with long flowing curly flame red hair, fair skin and the look of the actress Nicole Kidman. She was younger, at only nineteen Erayears, than her half-sister. She wore a tight figure hugging red cocktail dress. They were acting as witnesses to the wedding ceremony. In the future there was not the stigma attached to having two women marrying each other. Two men could also marry if they so wished. When two people were in love, it did not matter whether they were of the same sex or not. The vicar turned to Heather.
“And do you Heather Morgan take Larna Fox to be your lawfully wedded partner. To have and to hold. To love and cherish. As long as you both shall live,” he said, repeating the bulk of the ceremonious wording.
“I do,” Heather said in her sweet light tone of voice, which had a slight Californian accent to it.
“In the presence of your closest friends and family, I now announce the fact that you are married,” the vicar proclaimed happily.
Larna and Heather moved closer together and gave each other a long passionate kiss. Lauren threw a handful of rise over them to celebrate. Tom coughed, in an attempt to break up the kiss. Larna broke the kiss first, then stroked her hand down Heather’s cheek.
“How do you feel Mrs Morgan-Fox?” Larna asked, using the name that Heather had decided to take.
“Like I’m floating on air,” Heather replied in a tone of voice that displayed how happy she felt.
She had never felt this happy and contented. Heather came from 1995 America. When she had an argument with her boyfriend she stormed out of the house. She was never seen again. Aliens, who held her prisoner on board their ship, had abducted her. She escaped to find herself in 2501. The two of them had fallen in love immediately. It was not long after Larna had rescued Heather from an island prison set up by some Zarrs who had escaped from Bostary. The pair of them turned to face Lauren and Tom. Lauren embraced Heather.
“Welcome to the family,” she said happy that Larna had finally found someone whom she could love as well as being loved back in return.
“Thank you sis,” Heather replied happily.
“Listen Larna congratulations—” Tom started in a deep-throated tone of voice, “—I would love to stay, but I’ve got to get back to the office. My work is never done,” he finished with a sigh.
“I’m sure the two of them would like to be alone anyway,” Lauren said seeing the look in her sister’s face.
Heather went red with embarrassment. Larna whisked her up into her arms, as if she were lifting a feathered pillar. Heather snuggled up against Larna’s chest, resting her head against her shoulder. When in Larna’s arms, she felt like nothing in the world could harm her. Larna carried her down the aisle of the church towards the transportation platform at the far end. Transportation platforms were like the ‘transporters’ in the ‘Star Trek’ films. They were the only means of transport in the future. They broke a person’s body down into a light pattern to send through space to a different platform, which would then reanimate the pattern. Tom placed his arm around Lauren’s waist.
“I suppose it was inevitable that she would find someone, but anyone woman did surprise me,” he said with a mixture of shock and surprise to his voice.
“I don’t know why it should, after what she has been through with the men in her life, it seemed like the obvious choice to fall in love with a woman,” Lauren pointed out as she watched her half-sister and new sister-in-law disappeared from the church.
Larna dropped Heather down on to the large double bed that was the centrepiece of the bedroom in their apartment. Heather quickly sat up, curled her legs up under her then moved up to start undoing the front of Larna’s dress. Her hands moved quickly and impatiently, as if she could not wait to taste Larna’s skin underneath that dress. Larna started kissing Heather’s neck. When the front of the dress was open, Heather started kissing the top of Larna’s bosom. The dress fell from Larna’s shoulders down to land around her feet. She now stood in black lace underwear. Larna’s hands moved down Heather’s back to undo her dress. Within moments the pair were both just wearing their underwear. Heather moved back into the middle of the bed. Larna stepped up on to the mattress, before sinking down on to her knees right in front of Heather. The pair started kissing passionately, their hands moving over the other’s body like they were a blind person reading Braille writing. They flopped down to lie flat on the bed, still kissing for the moment. Heather then started to work her way down Larna’s body, kissing her all the way down to her breasts. Larna lay back to let Heather do the work for the moment. Heather clipped the lace bra away, then started sucking on Larna’s breast nipples like a newborn baby. Her tongue did circles around them, before she started kissing her again. Larna placed her hands on either side of Heather’s head, bringing her back up so that they could kiss lips to lips again. Larna now moved down Heather’s body, going right down to her stomach. Her tongue did circles around Heather’s bellybutton before she went down further. Heather let out a deep moan of pleasure. This encounter was not the first lesbian encounter between the two women—they had indulged in a similar act during their time as prisoners on the island which the escaped Zarrs had gone to in Larna’s last adventure through time. This time was different somehow. There was a lot more intensity between the two. The feelings were running high, which made the whole experience that much more pleasurable and ecstatic. They spent the rest of the night making love to each other, probing each other’s bodies to deliver the maximum pleasure to each other that they could. With them both being women, they knew how to make the other feel the most pleasure, because it was just as if they were making love to themselves. If one felt the sexual stimulation, that in turn drove the other to a sexual high. The night went too quickly for them.
The pair of them lay naked under Larna’s silk sheets. Heather’s head rested against Larna’s chest, like a baby snuggling against its mother. Larna had her arm wrapped around Heather gently, to cradle her slightly. Heather looked up into Larna’s face, finding herself drawn to her sexy partner.
“There a few things I want you to do for me Larna,” she started, finding it hard to come up with the words to express what she felt.
“You know that I’ll do anything for you,” Larna replied immediately in a loving and devoted tone of voice.
“I’d like to go out to work. I do not want you to think that you have to support me,” Heather said swiftly.
“If that’s what you want to do and if that will make you happy, then it will make me happy to. You do not have to ask my permission to do anything,” Larna explained calmly, “What were you hoping to do?” she asked curiously.
“I was studying to be a teacher when I was abducted,” Heather pointed out, “I’d like to give that a go here,” she finished with a broad smile on her face.
“We can contact the school right now if you want,” Larna said making a move to get out of the bed.
Heather pulled her back sharply in a—not just yet—expression. She wanted to stay like this for a little while longer.
“You said that you would do anything for me right. Well,” Heather paused hoping that this was not going too far, “I’d like to have your child,” she finished, in a rather quieter voice.
Larna looked down at the blonde haired woman lying next to her. That statement had taken her completely by surprise. The last thing she had expected Heather to ask for was a kid. Larna thought that she was not interested in men.
“If you hadn’t noticed, there is no man involved with this relationship. But, if you want to have a baby then I guess we could find a suitable one,” Larna said trying to hide her surprise.
“I do not just want a baby,” Heather said rising up to her knees, so that the sheet fell away from her naked body, “I want your baby. Having your child will give me something of yours to hold on to when you’re off saving the time line,” she finished with a sweet smile on her face.
“What makes you think that I’m ever going time travelling again?” Larna asked in surprise, “Those days are over,” she finished before slipping out from under the sheets and walking out of the bedroom into the living room.
Larna stood in the middle of the living room, ignoring her nakedness. Her subconscious had been drawn to the beeping noise that the Thala was sending out. The Thala, or Time, History And Location Analyser, is Larna’s time travelling aid. It is surgically attached to her left wrist and accesses the Factual Historical Information (FHI) Implants that have been surgically attached to the inside of her skull. Those Implants give Larna every single piece of data concerning people, places and events going right back to 1980. Thought processes operate the Thala and the responses are given to Larna in her subconscious thanks to a modified FHI Implant. The only sign that Larna is using her aid, is when it appears on her wrist. It appears when Larna activates the operations function. When it is activated the Thala loses the power to keep the invisibility shield in operation, as it is at all other times, so no one can see the technology on her arm. The beeping noise was a signal that there was something wrong. The normal thing that was wrong was the fact that the time line reality that they existed in was being changed. Heather came to the door of the bedroom seconds later with an astonished look on her face.
“No!” she exclaimed firmly, “I will not let you ruin your life just because of your devotion to me,” Heather continued, the rage rising in her voice, “How dare you think that I would want you to do that? I don’t. You have got to promise me—” she stated, moving up to place her arms around Larna’s body, “—that you will not refuse to go back through time.”
“There is no need. You exist out of time too now. No matter what changes in the past, we will always stay together,” Larna explained.
“Please Larna, promise me,” Heather insisted.
Larna did not get the chance. The vid-phone next to the computer system against the wall opposite the entrance to the bedroom, starting beeping to indicate that there was a call coming through. Heather let Larna go so that she could answer it. Larna grabbed a silk dressing gown from the back of the sofa on her way across the room. She flipped the lid of the machine up as she sat down in the seat at the computer station. Tom’s face was on the screen. The look on his face told Larna that this was not going to be good news. Tom shook his head apologetically.
“I’m sorry to have to disturb you during your honeymoon, but something has happened. I’m surprised that you haven’t been told about it by your Thala.”
“I have been, I just chose to ignore it,” Larna reported as she glanced down to her left wrist, were the machine was hidden from Heather’s view, but not from hers, “What’s the problem?” she asked urgently looking back to the vid-phone screen.
“It seems that more than ten men escaped from Bostary through the Time Portal,” Tom said firmly. “I need to speak to you down at the station right away.”
“I’m sorry but I’m—” Larna started.
“She’ll be right over,” Heather finished, interrupting Larna in mid-sentence.
“Excuse me for a moment Commander,” Larna said then rose to her feet.
She pulled Heather away from the screen, so that Tom could not hear the conversation-taking place in the middle of the room. Heather stared at the screen.
“I told you not to refuse to take a job,” she said stubbornly.
“They have no right to take me away from you a day after we got married,” Larna stated firmly.
“I’ll be right here when you get back and it will be even better than it was last night. Do this for me,” Heather said, knowing that she could wrap Larna around her little finger by just acting sexy and vulnerable.
Larna moved back to the screen to finish her conversation with Tom. Tom was waiting patiently on the other end of the com-link. Larna sat back down in the chair, trying to display some signs of being in control of this situation.
“I’ll be about half an hour, there is some place we have to go first,” she said, not giving anything away.
“Fine, the Paradox Quake is expanding slowly this time, slower than at anytime previous to this. It’s strange,” Tom said, the look on his face now a confused one.
Larna closed the lid of the vid-phone down. Heather was looking at her with a questioning expression on her face. She did not understand where they had to go first. Larna answered the questioning look without Heather having to say a word.
“We’ve got to go and see the Doctor first,” she stated.
Heather ran across to Larna and gave her a long hard hug. After just a few seconds she broke off the hug.
“I’ll go and get dressed,” she said finding it hard to hold back the excitement running through her body.
Larna smiled in a—I am so glad that made you happy—expression as she watched Heather rush into the bedroom. While Heather got dressed Larna activated the Thala’s transportation sequence so that she could transport to the same place and the same time. After the first time transportation through time, the Thala maintained a permanent DNA pattern stored in its memory. Whenever Larna activated the sequence, which activated the artificial wormhole creation, the Thala accessed this memory and used that to reanimate her at the arrival STC number. Using this process, whenever Larna time travelled she returned to perfect health and her clothes returned to a perfect condition. In the blink of an eye, Larna went from wearing a dressing gown to wearing her standard clothes. She was now wearing a pair of black fishnet stockings, with a very close tight pattern, which made her legs look even sexier than they were without them. On top of them going around her waist was a small, tight figure hugging black leather mini-skirt which, at about eight inches long, just covers her buttocks. On the top was a black leather shirt over a black lace bra. This shirt was tucked into the mini-skirt. Her jacket was a black leather motorbike jacket with matching black leather motorbike boots on her feet. The boots had got a number of buckles on the side and came right up to about half way up her shinbone. Her hair was swept back into a tight ponytail at the back of her head, leaving just a tiny fringe down her forehead. Around her neck she had a gold chain with a cross on the end. The cross hangs down to lie just in-between her breasts. It was her mothers’ necklace and Larna was never without it. On her right wrist she had the wrist part of a pair of handcuffs that they use in the present day. Her father gave it to her when she was young. She used to keep it in a box until she killed her foster father, now she wore it constantly to keep reminding herself of the past, which had made her what she is today. Her face had just the right amount of make-up. Her eyes were surrounded by a dark eyeshade and her lips were a bright red with a black surround. Heather came out of the bedroom wearing a pair of tight fitting blue jeans and a white tee shirt. They moved to the door of the apartment hand in hand, Heather bubbling with anticipation.
The doctor’s office was just like that of a doctor in the present times, only they were limited to the treatment that they gave in this practice. Most people went straight up to Freedom, the Orbiting space station hospital. The only doctor’s left on the surface were those that practised speciality treatment, like fertility treatment. Heather and Larna were shown straight in to the main office, because these doctors were not normally busy. Two large leather chairs sat in front of the desk. The whole office was like something out of an old-fashioned private detective’s office in the black and white movies of the 1950’s. The doctor was a middle-aged man. He wore a long white coat and a white all-in-one moulded rubber bodysuit, that most of the women in the future city wore. On the desk were a number of computer note-pads—computerised pieces of paper basically. At the side of the desk were a number of pieces of medical equipment, used in this doctor’s line of work. Heather sat down n the seat, still bubbling like an anxious schoolgirl. Larna slipped into the second seat, hating the way this whole place made her feel like she was going to see the principal at a school because of something bad that she had done. The doctor leant forward in his seat.
“Ms Fox, I did not expect to see you in this clinic,” he said, without giving any explanation as to where he knew Larna.
Larna looked at him closely, trying to work out where she knew him. The doctor turned his attention to Heather.
“And who have we got here?” he asked in a—I could really get to know her better—tone of voice.
“My name is Heather Morgan-Fox.”
“My legal wedded partner,” Larna added sternly, “And she wants to find out about the possibility of undergoing a fertility treatment so that we can have a child together,” she finished, explaining why they were in his office.
“The treatment for merging the DNA patterns together to create a baby is only in an experimental stage,” the doctor pointed out nervously, “There would be huge risks involved in the process,” he added.
“I don’t care about the risks,” Heather said positively, “I want Larna’s baby, so if you can help me with that, then so much the better,” she finished sharply.
The doctor hit a button on the desk in front of him. A computer terminal appeared out of the middle of the desk. This gave him access to the central worldnet of information about every person on the planet. He looked at the two women sitting in front of him.
“I take it that it will be you Mrs Morgan-Fox that will carry the child,” he said, taking glances at Larna in a—I know it would not be you—expression.
Heather simply nodded her head as she took hold of Larna’s hand. The doctor entered Heather’s name into the computer. Her file came up seconds later—detailing everything that happened to her when the aliens had abducted her and held her prisoner on their spaceship. He looked back up to Heather.
“I’m going to have to give you an examination first then a few tests. From your records I see that you underwent a traumatic time for five years. Those events may prevent child birth and as Larna has a miscarriage in her past, it is very unlikely she will be able to carry the child either.”
Now Larna remembered where she had seen this guy before. He had been one of them involved with the operation to surgically attach the Thala to her wrist and put the implants inside her skull. The doctor pointed to a heavy curtain to the left of where they sat.
“If you go behind that curtain and get undressed I’ll be with you in a moment.”
Heather rose to her feet and went through the curtain—in two minds as to whether this was a good idea or not now. She hoped that what those aliens had done to her would not stop her from what she wanted—again. Larna stopped the doctor before he could get up to follow her.
“What’s involved in this process anyway?” she asked, unsure about the details.
“After the tests, I will take a sample of your blood. I’ll break that down into a DNA structure then replicate an artificial inseminate with that DNA programmed into it. I will then make one of Heather’s ova fertile with this solution. In nine months you will have either a boy or a girl. Clear enough for you,” the doctor finished sharply.
“Could you take my blood sample now? I’ve got a meeting to go to,” Larna stated, rather reluctantly.
The doctor lifted one of the medical devices and withdrew some of Larna’s blood from her hand. He then nodded his head to confirm that he was finished. Larna went to the curtain.
“Heather, I’ve got to go to meet Tom, are you going to be okay?”
“I’ll be fine,” Heather replied enthusiastically, “I’ll meet you back in the apartment. I’ll go to the school after this to see about getting a job,” she finished explaining.
“Good luck,” Larna said before turning and leaving the office.
The doctor took Larna’s blood sample with him through the curtain to start the examination of Heather to see if she was fit for childbirth. Larna went to the transportation platform so that she could transport over to the police station to meet with Tom.
Tom was pacing around his office like an impatient father. He kept glancing at the computer screen in front of him, as if the information was going to jump off the screen and attack him. Larna slipped inside the door expecting Tom to yell at her because she was late. Instead he was more relieved.
“Thank god. This is looking bad. The Paradox Quake has slowly been building. It is now up to a force four. The effects are working slowly through the time line,” Tom explained immediately.
The scientist’s in the future found that time reacts in a ripple effect. Changes in the past do not instantly change the future. The analogy could be that of a lake. A stone is the change in time. It hits the water. At first there is a burst of activity—the splash. Then ripples go out from the centre—both into the future and the past. With the future it changes the events that take place after the change. In the past it changes the perspectives of what happened. The closer to the centre the more changes occur. As this ripple effect takes place changes in the past can be seen. Larna exists out of time, surrounded by a PPF, Paradox Protection Field. This means any changes that occur do not affect her. That way she can change them back without anything affecting her. Tom stared at the information on the screen.
“The problem is where the escaped prisoners have gone to,” he said, not giving all the information.
Larna looked at the information on the screen. The date stuck out like a sore thumb. January 28, 1995. Larna nodded her head, as if she had half expected that date to appear on the screen.
“That does not surprise me in the slightest. If they knew that they were going back in time, then they had to know I would come after them. And who is the best person to help them get rid of me. The one person who hates my guts. Hunter,” Larna said, going through the rationale behind the decision to go for that date.
“There is more. We have the identification of one of the men who has escaped,” Tom confirmed before hitting a button to change the information on the screen, “His name is Ian Carnaghan. He was sent to Bostary for hacking into the General Council’s secured files and stealing information for a crime boss,”
“Montgomery Tormaine,” Larna replied instantly, “He stole the blueprints for Liam and was then stabbed in the back by Tormaine,” she elaborated.
“Yeah,” Tom expressed with surprise—he did not know how she knew that much so quickly, “Anyway, while inside Bostary he made a friend,”
“Don’t tell me,” Larna interrupted, “Alaska,” she finished, referring to her ex-assassination partner.
Tom nodded his head. Larna stared at the picture on the screen. The dark haired, fair skinned man, in his early twenties, with a slightly half-Italian look to his face, stared back at her blankly. Larna now had all the pieces. Alaska would have told him all about her brother and how he would get revenge on Larna for what she did to her. Ian would use this information and the information he would get from the grapevine, about Hunter’s kidnap of Larna and his death in the past, to formulate the perfect plan. He had that in his background. Larna kept staring at the face. If Ian and Hunter had joined forces, then she was in for a lot of trouble.
Hunter’s back – and he still wants revenge. With the help of five Zarrs – who escaped in the previous adventure, he sets out to continue his grudge hunt with Larna.