Partner

To Mezzer: I love hearing from anyone! It hardly annoys me and most of the time makes me giggle or gives me an idea on how to turn the plot that I have and make it something more than. … Mik got home and ate and had a conversation with Paw and went to bed…

And sorry, but Rel’s not a cancer specialist. I’d say read Sequel. Yes it is meant to be a replacement of Partners… even though both stories technically end at the same point. But it more of goes along side Partners. You see the religious aspects of it instead of just the military and the paper work. You get to see myth and the advances that science has made. Sequels has been a lot of news stories and then Rel’s … comments… on them. Introducing you a bit to the character while driving you mad. Just a little bit.

Cookie for you.

To all and all… if I did some kind of chat… hour … thing… on my site… would anybody be interested in asking me insane questions and whatnot for that hour?

I wrote this for Mezzer. Yes, it would have gotten written anyways, but it got written an whole... well likely a whole day earlier because of Mezzer. Tomorrow is a friend's birthday. So. Not much on the expecting updates, pretty please.

I hate the idea of leaving Mik and Paw behind, eventually, because of how much fun I've had with you guys. I look at the first few chapters and I'm like. Wow. It's amazing how much has changed in so little time.

Two cookies and a biscuit for anyone who can find me Mik's mother's name. Mik, being named after his father somethinerrather Mikalon Pilt, is Mikalon, but I know his mother's name was mentioned in a news broadcast and now can't find it. The issue with having over four hundred pages.

I'm also working on a ... Sidhe story... that I might just charge you all for. OR I might get halfway through, get bored with it and then post it to AFF. Either way. Three 'parts' written and only one of them lacks sex. So it's got to be good right?

Read, Review and Enjoy.





Mik was called in the next morning. Mari didn’t specify what for, only pointing Mik from her office to a board room. Mik frowned at the woman’s oddly cold mask and stepped into the board room. A long table with thirteen people. Six on one side, six on the other and one man in the midd… le… ?

The president of Norash stood as Mik entered.

Mik let out a squeak that he didn’t try to hide. Past sat to one side of the president, Galt to the other. This was the council Mari had mentioned the day before. The twelve directors and the president. Six for technology, six for biological. The president in between the sway the vote one way or the other so that no issue could ever be grid locked.

“Mikalon. Please, sit down.” the president smiled his smile that he used on unsuspecting voters and motioned for Mik to sit.

This was not the president who had been in power when the program had started. This man had inherited the program and was much more charismatic than the other had been. Mik, unfortunately, had no idea what his name was. Or who he was.

“I’m. I’m sorry,” Mik advanced on the seat, but didn’t take it, “I’m guessing that you’re the president, but… I have no idea who you are or what side you’re on or. When the fuck we went to a vote.”

A few on the board got a chuckle out of that. The president smiled kindly at him.

“Understandable. I was told that none in the program voted due to the political divides that usually arise during voting seasons. My name is Dowfen Talen.”

“Talen. As in Tahl-ra, as in a healer line.”

“I have also been told that your knowledge of literature has greatly expanded since you became part of the program,” Talen smoothed down his tie as he sat, “please sit.”

Mik sat and tried to recall anything the military had ever said about meeting the president. None of it seemed to come to mind. Or.. Perhaps the military hadn’t prepared its everyday troops for this kind of a moment.

“If this is about my resignation…”

“Tell me exactly why you are resigning,” Talen responded smoothly.

This was not some figurehead, vote for whoever paid him the highest, president. This man was serious. He was involved in the politics, in the law making and such. Mik swallowed whatever excuse he might have been able to come up with and told the truth of the matter. He tried explaining as best he could to the board what exactly this change meant and tried, delicately, to explain why he suspected that Galt would use the powers the Sidhe had in military ventures. When he finished, all watched him.

“I apologise, but perhaps I did not hear correctly,” Talen flipped up the sheet of notes, “but, did you call the predecessor of this position, Whisper?”

“I… that is all I ever knew him by, but. From what I have been led to understand. Whisper was not the man’s name, but the title of the position.”

Several of the board frowned at that and pulled out their pocket computers, scanning through references and notes and the such. Mik frowned back at them.

“They said it was a people power, the Sidhe did, that it had come to them, from us. In the Two Lovers it mentions that always Whisen is a friend of the lovers, for as devoted to the throne as a Whisen might be, thus is how devoted to the lovers he must be,” Mik said.

“I am well aware of the Two Lovers, as well as the Tale of Two Lovers. My family is quite well versed in mythology. Being a Talen, it would be an insult to all the gods have made me, to be otherwise,” Talen responded, “I know what a Whisper is, I know that the powers attributed to Whispers were found first, and last, in the Whisen line. They are a good and pious line and Whisper, a good and pious man. There is a saying, one can be a bad man, but one can never be a bad Whisper. Have you heard of it?”

“In middle school, perhaps,” Mik responded.

“It points to the powers the gods grant the Whispers. That even the gods back the Whispers. But. While he may perform his duties properly, a Whisper can still be a man and can still fall to the same perversions of any other man. I suppose I should frame the question as this. What kind of a man is this Whisper?”

Magnificent, brilliant. Amusing. Funny. Gorgeous.

“To be fair. We judge him from a people’s perspective. To the Sidhe he is all they could want in a Whisper. To us. Is he lacking? Only because when something serious is about he pays attention to the fly crawling on the wall, or the drone buzzing outside the window.”

“And to you, what kind of a man is Paw?”

“Not a man at all. A male, yes, but. He’s. He’s deceptive, he has secrets just as dark as any of us and that is what makes him perfect for his position. My Sidhe’s true name is Auhi-” and Mik launched into telling them about Souse and Paw’s tribes and how they had clashed and yes, every detail.

Down to the popsicle blowjob. When he finished a few of the board looked … well, bored. Wern and Talen were sitting on the edge of their seats.

“And,” Wern spoke, of course she would speak, “do you think women have any place amongst Sidhe?”

“No one has a place amongst Sidhe unless the Sidhe invite them in. If you are asking, do females make better partners? I don’t know. Violet and Hohi’s partners, both women, have done marvellous jobs, but never do I see them with their Sidhe. I cannot even, for the life of me, recall their names. Has a woman been accused of mishandling a Sidhe? No. Could they do a better job? Yes. Could they do better than the men? Most definitely. We’re talking about nurturing and caring, women have been doing it for generations. The only difference here is the difference in culture. We pretend submission, the expect real submission. We poke about a room subtly for problems, they tear it apart.

“Some males are better suited for keeping a Sidhe, just as some women are best suited in other fields. Any skin colour, any nationality, could raise a Sidhe. It depends entirely on the clashing of personalities.”

“Could. A death row inmate raise a Sidhe?” Past asked.

“Is he guilty?” Mik asked in response, “I highly doubt that a Sidhe will simply welcome in a murderer or rapist. If he is guilty, the only reason to bring him in would be to kill him and there’s no sense in wasting a Sidhe as a quick executioner.”

“If necessary. If no one else would take the job…?”

“Perhaps. Or if there was some doubt. Perhaps. Again, it would all be theoretical. I haven’t the time nor the money nor the clearance to try such a thing.”

“And if you did?” Past asked.

Mik frowned, “I’m sorry. But. I’ve given my resignation. As in, I will not be working with the program.”

“Right,” Talen murmured, pulling out the resignation, “this is your resignation?”

“Yes.”

“In it you state that you refuse to work with the program any more but for seeing Paw.”

“…yes…” Mik was not entirely liking where this was going.

“Mm,” Talen flicked open a lighter and lit the corner of Mik’s resignation on fire, “re-write it. Here and now. You remove yourself as partner to Paw and decline any military positions.”

The old Mik would have done it. And Paw said he hadn’t changed.

“Why? What do I get out of it?” Mik responded.

“You get to stay with Paw. Full time. We pay for the place,” Talen responded calmly, flicking a pad of paper over to Mik, “write it.”

“What about my pension?” Mik asked in response.

“You are resigning, there is no pension,” Galt said, “I’ve checked all lines. I can, however, donate it to a charity of your choice.”

“Is there a charity for the Sidhe?” Mik asked, jotting down a quick resignation.

“Not yet,” Past murmured, “but I’m certain we can hold your pension until such a time.”

“Of course.”

Had. He just negotiated something? Mik frowned as he signed the bottom of the paper pad and flicked it back at Talen. The man made a silent sound, his chest and head moving in place of the sound. Humour and what might have been pride flashed over his face as he reached with one hand and pulled the paper pad close.

“Better,” Talen murmured, looking at Galt, “Galt?”

“Mik, you are no longer part of the military. We regret to inform you that you are… ill suited.”

“Ill suited? You can’t fire me, I just quit.”

“Ill suited for the military,” Talen murmured, pinning Mik with a look “thus. You are a citizen.”

He was about to walk off a cliff. Talen had this all planned out and Mik could either go along or. Fight it. Fight it to what end? The man was happy that Mik was in this position. Mik could ask what Talen was so happy about but it seemed inappropriate.

“I was in the military to get my mother full citizenship.”

“As a citizen,” Talen ignored Mik’s comment completely, “I am more than honoured to offer you what we hope will one day be a chair on this very board.”

“What?”

“Mikalon, I humble implore you to take up the position of ambassador to the Sidhe.”

Mik’s heart skipped a beat. His mind drew a very long blank as he tried to. Comprehend.

What the fucking. In the seventeen fucking hells and by Rahl-ta’s crotch had just…

“Guh?”


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