Dont abduct me I'm Welsh!

Uncovered


The light bulbs overhead surged out, and plunged the corridor in to darkness before with the speed that only and elf could achieve Mary’s hapless brother was dragged in to the nearest room, held in an unbreakable grip and his startled protests silenced by Val’s strong hand over his mouth. “Kiyanna!” The elf grumbled.

Mary hurried after them in to the dark room. “Ok, everyone needs to calm right down. Val I can't believe you did it again.”

“Edta?” (What)

“The lights! You blew them with that static charge thing you do!”

“Apologies, I couldn’t help it.” The elf replied.

“Mmmmhmmmhmhmmh!”

“Sush Jack, or mum and dad will hear!”

“Mmmmh, mmmhmmh, mmmshm.”

“If I crush his windpipe then he will not be able to speak for a wile.” Val said quite calmly in articulate English.

“Val, he’s my brother!”

“Mmmh!” Jack protested, his eyes going wide.

Val flashed Mary a wicked smile over her brother’s head before having a small chuckle. Elf humour! The corner of her mouth tilted up in a momentary wry smile, before she then turned to seriousness and placed her hands on her hips. “Ok, we all need to settle down. Jack if you can promise not to freak out any more then Val will let you go. And Val stop menacing Jack, he is my family you know.”

Jack nodded furiously at this, and duly Val removed his hand from his mouth, but did not release the grip he had on the adolescent human just yet.

Jack took a deep shaky breath. “Thanks.”

When it was apparent that Jack was not going to raise an alarm Val let the boy sink down on to the bed. Rillian now came in to the room, his face deadly serious. "Rhi'Arran, lle ier firimar tassa ndengina ho' coia." (My Prince, you are letting the mortal keep his life.)

"Ten' si. Ho 'er Mary's khin." Valdagerion made a gesture much like rolling his eyes.(For now. He's Mary's family."

If possible Jack looked more nervous unable to undertand the stern looking elfs, but knew well enough that they were speaking about him and his fate.

“Amir Darrah?” (How’s Darrah?) Mary asked Rillian drawing his attention from her hapless brother and reminding him of just who's fult it was that their cover had been blown.

“Eir amada.” (He’s an idiot.) Rillian replied dourly, still eyeing Jack with hostile suspicion.

“You can understand them!”

The young woman turned to her brother. “Yeah, well sometimes. But it’s a long story.”

“Mary, they look like Spock and that is definatly not Norwegian that they are speaking. I think a long story is in order.”

Mary glanced at Val and Rillian, it was more their secret then hers. (Go ahead.) Val urged. (If you think he can be trusted then I am confident in your judgement. What are you going to tell him?)

She worried her nail in consideration. (I don’t know yet. But he’s not stupid. I don’t think that we can gloss over this.)

“Jack, Mary is everything ok up there?” Their dad called from downstairs killing off the conversation, falling in to guilty silence.

“Er, yeah everything’s fine.” Jack called back despite the way the elf’s coiled to pounce. Mary laid her hand on Val’s arm stilling him.

“A fuse must have blown, I will have it fixed in a jif.”

“Oh, ok Dad.” Mary called back. They fell quiet for a moment, waiting for her father to move away from the bottom of the stairs.

It was Jack who broke the silence. “Are they really what I think they are, or are you playing some really impressively elaborate practical joke on me?”

“That depends on what you think they are.”

“Oh, I’m considering everything from Vampires, weird genetic experiments, to extra terrestrials.” Jack said.

“We are not of this world.” Val clarified. “But it is not our intention to harm anyone.”

“Then why are you here?”

Val looked at Mary very tellingly, and caught her hand before kissing her knuckles. She still hadn’t got used to the elf’s very public displays of affection but every time he made advances towards her it made her melt inside.

“Oh, so that’s how it is.” Jack said enlightened. "Wow, real aliens. You have no idea how cool this is."

Mary had the good grace to blush. She cut to the chase. “Look I’m going to tell you the whole story. Just promise me you won’t tell anyone, not mum, not dad, not any of your friends,or anyone, this is really important?”

Jack nodded. “Yeah, of course.”

“I’m serious Jack, no one.”

“I’m not thick.” Jack answer. “Besides they look like they would snap me in two if I did.”

“If you even thought about it.” Rillian added menacingly, his powerful arms crossed in front of his chest.

Jack’s eyes flew to Mary. “He’s not exaggerating.” She elucidated, it was not going to hurt for Jack to have a healthy respect for what he was dealing with.

The lights flickered on and Jack’s mouth once more fell open as he looked over the elves. Mary considered Val at the same time, remembering her own first encounter with the elf and his outlandish appearance. Without his contact lenses Val was very obviously not human. With the light on they were more clearly slited like a cats, and as bright as five pence pieces. She began to recant everything that had happened to her over the last few weeks, about meeting Val, saving his life and in tern his saving hers resulting in her abduction by the Elf and stay on his home planet.

“Wow, my sister in love with an alien. That’s something I never would have dreamed of in a million years.” Jack stated when she finished. “You were never remotely interested in space.”

“I know. Funny how life works out huh.” It was odd, Mary thought having Jack know made her feel like it was less of a burden.

Val looked Jack over. “You will help us.” It was very much an order and not a request. The elf could be quiet scary when he chose to be.

“Sure…Yeah… I mean anything.” Jack stumbled over himself. “If Mary trusts you why shouldn’t I right?”

Val and Rillian inclined their heads graciously. Mary smiled tensely. “Ok, good. I’m glad that is settled. Jack will help us.”

“What’s family for after all. We come in peace and all that.” Jack laughed equally nervously.

“Come on.” Mary interrupted. “We had better get down for supper else mum’s going to have a fit. Not to mention she’s going to be wondering what we are all doing in the guest room.”

“We..Come..In..Peace? Have.. a.. fit?” Val parroted. “This is one of those what Mary call’s cultural things, yes?”

“Don’t worry I will explain.” Jack offered. “And about the strangling you were only messing right?”

There was a pregnant pause. “Yes.” Val said slowly, his foreign inflection making it linger as an undecided question. Jack looked distinctly uneasy.

“Val stop teasing Jack.”

The Elf smiled mischievously at the young man, revelling his wicked looking fangs.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Louis must have dosed off, but woke as an imposing looking dam came in to view. Grey stone, built with the kind of substantial grandeur that only the Victorian’s could accomplish. On their right was a visitors centre, but they ignored it carrying on down the narrow road and up the hill towards were the water cascaded over the dam like a natural waterfalls.

The roar of the water was deafening and Louis regretted opening his window as the spray in the air hit him in the face as they passed the dam. The reservoir was a vast stretch of water caught between the steep welsh hills either side creating an artificial lake. At least now his hangover was at a more manageable stage, he flipped open his phone, still no word from Mary, he was begining to suspect that there would not be.

“These reservoir’s provide most the water for Birmingham.” Agent Boyd informed him.

Louis made a non committal noise. As pretty as it was, compared to the Hoover dam it was small fry. About five kilometres they crossed the lake over a long bridge and pulled up in on a gravelled area near a wooden hut.

“There they are.” Boyd said, indicating a camper van and large white van with British water board written upon it, already parked there.

“Huh, high teck.”

Whoever said that being a government agent was glamorous? A shitty camper van in the middle of Wales was your lot, hardly casino royal. A man with a beard that a Canadian woodsman would have been proud of stepped out of the camper, followed by a tall lanky man who had I.T geek practically tattooed on his freckled forehead.

“Cold enough to freeze the ball’s off a brass monkey.” The lanky British teck man said as he came out to welcome Agent Boyd and Louis as they got out of the range rover. “Hi, I’m Connor Starling, and this is Agent Davis. Welcome to the Elan vally.”

They shook hands before being ushered in to the campervan, which aside from the stove was filled with all sorts of computer’s, scanners, and other devises that looked scientific but were well out of Louis range of knowledge. Davis and Agent Boyd already knew each other and chatted ignoring the tech guy and Louis.

“So what are we doing up here?” Louis asked the tech guy, perching where he could. “Agent Starling right, like in Silence of the Lambs?”

"Never heard that before." The tech guy laughed, his jutting Addams apple bobbing up and down. “Yeah, but call me Connor. And I’m not an agent, I’m just the technical support.”

“Selling yourself short again.” Agent David smiled, patting Connor’s scrawny shoulder. “Connor here was the one who found the signal, and triangulated its coordinates. In the last three years he’s the one who has discovered pretty well all the ETH signals, not that there are many real ones. He’s a real expert.”

“Expert in the strange.” Connor smiled ruefully. “It’s a bit like being the most hansom man in a burns unit.”

“Ok, so what’s the deal Connor? Are we seriously hunting aliens?”

“That’s rich coming from the psyc.”

“Who said that I’m the psychic, why not him?”

“I already pulled up your dossier when they said that they were sending a psyc. Agent Louis Baptiste. Born in New Orleans. Graduated from Stafford with a first in sociology, but dropped out before you finished your doctorate following a supposed mental breakdown – which turned out to actually be the quickening of your physic abilities. From there you were recruited in to the CIA, and are now on secondment to MI7 following a leave of absence. A first class Psychic. You know it’s pretty exiting I have only ever met a second class Psychic’s before. Can you read my future?”

Wow, that was all very personal. But Louis found himself smiling, Connor sort of reminded him of one of his dorm mates back at collage. Good with computers, kind of odd with people. “I’m not that kind of psychic, if you want that go to a fortune teller.”

“Are you reading my mind?”

“No. It’s not like I need to know that your favourite fantasy to jerk off over the new Call of Duty.” Louis snorted.

Connor laughed at himself, pushing his glasses backup his nose. “But could you?”

“Yeah, sure in amongst other things. Now is there any danger of a hot drink around here? Then you can tell me what the hell I have been dragged all the way out here for. ”

Agent Baptiste wrapped his hands around the thin plastic cup more for warmth then for the taste of the ‘coffee,” as they stepped out caravan following Agent Davis, who turned out to be a biologist. With that facial hair Louis had pegged him as a geologist. “…UFO’s are notoriously difficult to track. It’s only because Connor managed to triangulate that signal we were able to work out that it was roughly in this area.”

“So what, we are looking for, a crash landing?” Louis asked. “I know they are backwards in these parts, but surely a farmer might notice something like that laying around on the mountains.”

Agent Davis pointed at the sodden ground. “Take a look, all those plants laid flat. Water displacement did that. Something fairly large has caused a wave.”

“So it’s in the lake?”

“It could be. But then again it could be long gone. Visitors don’t usually hang around long.” Connor added. “We see them pop up every now and again but they are gone before you can say U.F.O.”

“But you don’t think that this one has left.”

“There’s no evidence that it has.” Connor said and went on to explain a load of technical details that soon lost Louis’s interest.

“Well if your so certain it’s down there then send down divers.”

“It’s not that simple. Do you know how deep it is?” Agent Davis answered. “It’s a big lake, it could be anywhere in there. We have had the radar out, but without knowing the topography of the reservoir its hard to tell what’s what down there. It used to be a valley floor there are houses and even a church down there, rumour has it there is even a Lancaster bomber; umounst all that that it would be easy to miss.”

“Besides how do we know that they are friendly?” Connor said.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------


Valdagerion hovered in the bathroom door. Mary was washing her mouth out vigorously. She looked up meeting his worried gaze in the mirror. “Ier lle quena?” (Are you well.) He asked softly. He came behind her running his hands soothingly up and down her arms “lle autawan brago , ier iska et isivintha.” (You left suddenly, and now you are pale and trembling.)

“You worry too much.”

“Ve’ a gorga tn’ lle.” (I like to worry about you.) Val said gently, pulling her to lay back against him. She was so small and frail, his protective urges rising up in him. “Lle n’uma ai vasa.” (You ate little at dinner.)

She sighed. “I didn’t really feel like it.”

“You will grow week if you do not eat.” Valdagerion warned her gently.

“We had better check on what Jack and Darrah are up to, I’m not sure who’s worse.” Mary said, ever deft at changing the topic over uncomfortable subjects. It made Valdagerion wonder just what she was hiding from him.

(I will check on them, you stay here bathe and relax, you have been looking after us all day you are weary.) Valdagerion told her. He picked her up easily, and placed her on the toilet. Then dexterously readied the bath for her, Mary watched him with a small smile. He only became confused when he looked over the bottles.

Mary pointed to one with a white viscous liquid. “It’s that one.”

(You human’s have too many washing products!) He grumbled, as Valdagerion poured a generous amount in with the running water. Frothy bubbles soon appeared and Valdagerion took a number of them in his hand studying them. (Curious.) Mary then came forwards and blew across his hand, sending them careering like a fragrant cloud in to his face making him sneeze.

Mary laughed aloud. “You look so surprised!”

He laughed with her, caught hold of her hand. Turning it up kissing her palm, before then kissing up her arm. “That tickles.” Mary squirmed.

“Not as much as this will.” Valdagerion promised, nipping her sholder and the sensitive area behind her ear. Mary lifted his head, guiding him to kiss her. Letting his hands run over the soft curves of her body as he did. She was so desirable. With infinite care he removed her clothes, an only when not a scrap of clothing graced her body he kissed her again, aching to feel her soft warm body against his. He retreated reluctantly, turning the water fossets off with dexterous turns of his wrist.

“Where did you learn how to do this?” Mary asked.

“I am Elfkind, we learn much faster then mortals.”

“More arrogant too.”

“More in many ways.” Valdagerion grinned and then helped Mary in to the bath where she sank with a deep sigh. “Now you will wait here and relax. I will check that Darrah and your brother are not getting in to mischief, and then I will use the drink maker and return to you with a hot restorative drink.”

“Drink maker.” Mary repeated. “You mean the kettle. Oh Val, I would rather that you did not what if…”

He placed a finger over her lips. “Your mother has already taught me how to use the devise, and the way a tea is made.”

“Your really amazing.” Mary said tilting her head in that curious way of hers. “Stay.”

He shook his head. “I will return.”

“No stay.” Her body was covered with the gauzy bubbles. But her deep sapphire eyes twinkled at him, and she bit his finger still before her face, then drawing it in to her mouth sucking upon it. He almost groaned aloud, but when she released him he stood.

“I will be back.” He promised, leaning over her bed and imparting a quick kiss.

“Then hurry.” Mary pouted, before stretching like a cat and then settling back in to the water.

And Valdagerion did hurry, Mary’s offer was not one that he intended to pass up – even if his better intentions were to take care of her. The Rhi’Arran made his way down the corridor to where he heard the voices of his companions and that of Mary’s brother. They were congregated about what Valdagerion now knew was called a computer.

Rillian stood as usual cross armed turned, speaking quietly in their own language lest Mary’s brother overhear. “Sut lre edainine?” (How is your girl- mortal?)

“Quantinco.” (Stubborn.) Valdagerion replied. “Re il n’uma vasa ndu. (She is not keeping food down.)

“Vee’ lle noldos. San’ re ksh.” (Then it is as you thought. She is getting worse.)

“Uma’ne.” (Perhaps.)

“A’ lle kwentra re.” (Have you told her?) Rillian gave him a measuring glance. “Lle il. En’ rant il.” (You haven’t. Of course you have not.)

“Le lau’ deorga rea.” (I don’t want to worry her.)

Rillian rolled his eyes. “Lle Maska.” (Your going soft.)

Valdagerion came in closer looking over Jack’s shoulder to where Darrah was working on the console. “What are you doing?”

“Talking to Perran, Jack has taught me about their internet. It’s primitive. But I have managed with a few modifications to use their Instant Messenger. ”

He lent over, and on the screen was Perran, Nearwen doing her best to push in to the screen. “Oh good you are all here and well.” she said. “But who is that?”

“Mary’s brother Jack.”

Jack waved in greeting hearing his name.

“How is Mary? Valdagerion?”

The red haired healer managed to push Nearwen back out of the way. “We can not speak long. There are human’s searching for us. Right now they are on the shore of the lake they have been scanning for us with radar but they should not be able to find us with the cloaking shield. Still it is unwise to speak long lest they track the signal.”

“The same humans that have hunted Mary?” The Ri’arran asked, keen to revenge an insult upon them.

“I have no idea.” Perran answered. “But it is a possibility.”

“Could they track the signal back here?” Rillian asked suddenly worried.

Darrah shook his head. “No, Jack has helped me encrypt the signal.”

“That is well.” Valdagerion nodded.

“You look better Rhi’Valdagerion. How is the girl, she is not with you?” Perran asked.

“She is resting.” Valdagerion answered, Perran knew the Rhi’Arran well enough to reed the worry in his eyes. “We will come to you when we can. Until then for now it would be best if you lay low until they lose interest. It would probably be best that you do not try to contact us unless there is an emergency to maintain the deception.”

“I understand.” The communication ended with a pop.

Valdagerion after speaking with Rillian, Darrah and Jack about laying low for a little longer (a prospect that was met with enthusiastic approval of Darrah and Jack, and the resigned acceptance of Rillain) went down to the human kitchen to make the promised hot drink. He made his way up to the bathroom with suppressed excitement, his heart racing in the anticipation of seeing her.

He paused on the threshold, his desires checked and replaced with a far kinder and deeper emotion when he saw her fast asleep in the water. He chuckled and placed the drink down on the side before striping his shirt and retrieving the girl from the water. Mary woke in his arms blinking owlishly.

“Sush, rest I will look after you.” Valdagerion soothed, and with an act of physical dexterity managed to wrap a towel about her wet body, before picking the drink back up and carrying her down the corridor to her bedroom.

“You made me tea.” Mary said taking the steaming cup and sipping daintily. “Oh, it’s a bit sweet.”

“I thought that you needed the glucose.” He stated sounding more defensive then he would have liked. He was not a slave after all.

But she smiled patting his hand before he could take offence. “Thank you.”

He towelled her dry, taking his time with each limb, and each joint, rubbing gently in circles. Mary lay in a feline laxness, her lids growing heavier until she was leaning against him uttering soft sighs’. As much as one particular appendage desperately wanted to be inside her, he was aware that she was exhausted from their adventures. And so when she was dry he placed her in the bed and after kissing her closed eye lids, he settled down for the night curling his body about hers.


---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It was getting dark, and even colder. Louis leaned out over the bridge across the lake looking out over the deep still water. After all why would aliens be interested in earth when they had all the stars to choose from? It was beginning to seem like a wasted trip. He looked down at his mobile, wondering if he should text Mary. To tell her how he felt, or to warn her; Boyd was not going to let that matter drop not after that odd picture. In the end he did neither flipping it closed with a sigh.

There was a sudden exited call from the van. “Hey Agent Baptiste, come listen!”

He shucked deeper in to his long coat, and then sauntered in. “What’s all the fuss about?” He drawled.

“Listen.” Connor passed him a head set.

“What the fuck is that?” Louis asked, after a moment. “It sounds like an internet dial up mixed with a wale song or something.”

“That’s our ETH. They are communicating with something.”

“Or someone.” Agent Boyd added in his gruff Scottish brogue.

“Now if only I can….. and then with this I could...” Connor said excitedly, jumping about looking at the readouts on his other instruments.

“So can we find it?” Louis asked, his interest kindled still listening to the haunting noise. It reminded Louis of listening to his old Hispanic neighbour’s telly through the wall, you sometimes felt as if you should be able to understand what was being said. It's kind of relaxing." And then just like that it went dead. “Huh, I guess not.”

The I.T geek did not look too disappointed. “It’s ok, at least now we defiantly know that it is still down there.”

Agent Boyd looked up at Louis with an almost malicious glint. “Well laddie looks like your going to have to do some work after all. You will remote view the lake tonight.”

“Awww man.” Louis cussed roundly. He hated remote viewing. Of all the areas of his ‘gift’ remote viewing was the most uncomfortable, dangerous, and it would leave him dizzy and uncoordinated for days. “What now?”

The Scots man nodded. Louis sighed, as if it was not dangerous enough they were miles away from civilisation, but Agent Boyd would know that bastard. "The Lord dosent like it ugly!" Louis warned the scots man as he retrieved his briefcases laying out everything that he needed. He decanted two different drugs in to syringes, making sure the one he would need to combat the migraine he was sure to have when he came round was close at hand.

Opening up the other briefcase revealed a portable heart monitor and a defibrillator as well as an Eppipen. Connor who was looking over his shoulder asked in alarm. “Er, what’s that for?”

“Remote viewing is dangerous, for me anyway. Leaving your body for any length of time is dangerous. Sometimes if I don’t get it right then my heart could stop. And if that happens – well then this stuff should all become pretty self explanatory.”

“Christ.”

“Ey, save the prayers for after.” Louis murmured, as he attached electrodes over his heart before readying a vain, and delivering himself a dose of the experimental drug. It burned his veins, but in a few minuets he knew it would do worse to his brain. He lay back to ride it out. He knew exactly what was coming – a nauseating dizziness sending him out of his body and when he eventually woke a migraine so bad that it felt that his eyeballs were about to explode. But to late now.

“Is there anything we can do?”

“Yeah, be quiet….” Louis voice slurred, his mouth going lax. That was one of the worst things about the drug, it practically paralysed you before you could get in to a trance. And then it was like a fairground ride, spinning him out, if he could have gritted his teeth he would have as the world fell away and he floated above his body rising up, out of the van and in to the sky.

Beneath him was the lake, starching out like obsidian glass. It felt akin to dreaming, and was just as hard to control but after a moment he got the hang of it and sank down. Floating in the air was the easy part, going through walls and water took practice. Even though it was his spirit – mind – or whatever doing the moving it was hard to dissociate from the physical parameters of the body. Bottom line it was hard not to feel like you were drowning in water. After a lot of practice back in training Louis had hit upon imagining that he was a merman with gills – weird perhaps - but hey it worked. The mind was a funny thing.

He sank down in to the dark, not that light was necessary. It was not exactly like seeing something more like a mixture of all the senses and just knowing all in one. And as long as you knew where you wanted to go time was not a factor, you were just there, quick as a dream. But he had no idea where he was going outher then down. Damm It really was deep. Deeper then he had ever gone before. Shapes loomed before him, buildings. The buildings that Boyd had told him about. It made him wonder what other skeletons were hid down in the murky depths, but that was not what he was here for.

There was something there looming in the dark but unfamiliar with it he could make no sense of what he was seeing. It was long like a submarine. Perhaps the bomber that Boyd had mentioned, only it was too big. He came closer, until after a good deal of consentration he passed right through in to it. There was no water inside. But like in a dream state if you did not understand what you saw your mind tries to fill in the gaps, so it was a struggle to keep his mind focused on what was really there. And what was really there was odd to say the least, it looked like some kind of engine perhaps – or a reactor – hell it could be a alien washing machine he just did not know.

Surprise as his mind brushed something else. A female. It was like the moment you see a head turning in the crowd, the swish of long hair, wide surprised eyes. And those were some beautiful eyes, silvery violet surrounded by long dark lashes. He heard her voice, like music. “What was that?”

It startled him right out of his trance. He mentally closed his eyes as he slammed back in to his body. Arms held him down as he convulsed. Distantly he could hear worried voices, the fast staccato of the heart monitor. It faded to black for a moment. And then slowly the world righted itself, and the headache welcomed him back to reality. “Urgh, get off I’m fine. Urggh my head.”

All of the other’s worried thoughts were in his mind, his walls totally destroyed by the first drug. His body was clumsy, and ill-fitting, but Louis managed to role over and reach about for the painkiller drug. Agent Davis was the one to take it and administer it, for that Louis thought that he would love him forever.

Sinking back, he waited for the voices to dissipate, the pain would go with it.

“So did you find it?” It was Connor, but it was his actual voice not his thoughts.

Louis only managed to nod. “Yeah, it’s down there alright. And there’s someone in there. A woman.”


---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A/N: Sorry that this has taken so long! Thank you so much to everyone who has left reviews, glad I made a few people laugh. I have some annual leave at the mo so I should be able to get on with some more chapters.
Something to look forwards to in the next chapter, Val has a go at driving.