Dont abduct me I'm Welsh!

Crash III

Rain lashed down as the elf’s had raced through the woodland sure footed even in the deep shadow. From the tight set of his mouth Valdagerion knew Rillian was in pain, but he had not faltered, nor would he. His will was as iron. They had been injured worse and pushed themselves harder for longer.

Emerging on to the road cautiously Darrah was already waiting anxiously for them. “What’s wrong with Rillian?”

“It is naught.” Rillian responded dismissively, as he gingerly folded himself in to the back of the car. “Just get us out of here.”

“I have contacted Perran and Nearwen, they are readying the ship to meet us at the coast. Jack pointed out a few suitably remote locations, with easy access. ”

“Good.” Valdagerion nodded, he craned over to look at the screen judging the pro’s and cons of each spot before pointing at one. “Send them the coordinates.”

“I will do it now.” Darrah promised.

Valdagerion looked up at the sight of two sets of headlights in the distance. His stormy grey eyes narrowed, they were closing in to fast to be normal traffic. He supposed that he should have expected pursuit, though he hoped that they had caused enough disruption to prevent it. His lip curled in a snarl. “Monta Attoya these human’s are persistent! Let’s go!”

Valdagerion got in to the driving seat, and Darrah had only just closed the door as Valdagerion spun the car about, driving back the way they had come, accelerating as hard as he could. The cars behind them sped up in pursuit, just as Valdagerion expected that they might. The road was long and straight over open ground, there was no where to hide. The other cars were significantly faster gaining ground by the second. He flicked off the headlights, hoping to lose the pursuing force in the dark, but it was to no avail. The mortal’s headlights still could pick up the tail gate of the fiesta. They were never going to out run them, not in this car at least!

Valdagerion took a corner fast, throwing Rillian up against the side. He heard his muffled curse. Glancing at Rillian’s pained countenance in the rear-view mirror guilt hit him, he was responsible – how many more times was he going to get them in trouble? How many more times where they going to have to fight out of a tight corner because of his bad choices?

Looking beyond his friend he saw the grim concentration of the mortals following them. He really did not want to kill any human’s (Mary wouldn’t like it for a start off) but neither could he allow themselves to be captured. He grit his teeth in frustration, unable to think of a way out of this situation.

“Take the next left. It’s a farm track that cuts over to the next road.” Darrah urged his eyes scanning the satellite images on his small computer with feverish swiftness.

Valdagerion banked hard, the car almost spinning out at his rough handling but his elvish strength held it to the course. It wavered again as he hit lose shale gravel, Valdagerion crunched down the gears and pushed it harder listening as the engine whirred in protest. It took all his concentration and quick reflexes to keep the car to the track, every rut, and every pot hole making the car veer off like an unruly horse.

“Rhaich, they are still right behind us!” Rillian swore, as he glanced behind, “Can I just blast them?” He let static crackle between his hands meaningfully.

“Absolutely not…” Valdagerion started but broke off as a stout looking metal five bar gate appeared across their tracks “There’s a gate!”

“Can we ram it?” Darrah asked.

“I don’t think the car will survive it.”

“Don’t slow down.” Rillian said before Valdagerion took evasive actions, pulling himself forwards with a groan. “I will deal with it.” Impatient with the slow winding mechanism Rillian simply kicked out the window close to him and building his charge to the point that they could taste it in the air, then lent out taking careful aim with his bad arm, having to support it with his other before he produced an impressive ball of lightning, blasting the gate away with a blinding flash of light with no time to spare. One of the pursuing cars veered off to the left crashing narrowly avoiding a bolder and careening in to the hedge.

“That was close.” Darrah whistled. “A little overkill don’t you think?”

“Rillian always was a show off.” Valdagerion snorted.

Rillian raised a patrician brow at the insinuation, but then smirked to himself.

They emerged on to the road, accelerating hard. “We have to lose them some how.”

“Well it’s one down.” Darrah commented looking at the car leaning at an odd angle in the hedge above them, the human’s of the other stopping momentarily to check on their comrades. “Perhaps they will leave us now?”

For a moment Valdagerion hoped that they had indeed lost them, as the miles passed and they were alone upon it; but not for long.

The headlights were back. The road wound it’s way through the countryside, but the small car really was not built for speed, or performance, which was diminished further by their combined weight. Still Valdagerion pressed on grimly. The second car followed them doggedly and then drew alongside them as if they were racing. The mortals swung their heavier vehicle over, barging in to the small car. Valdagerion recovered just about, but the small car was not going to survive much more of that, and if they did it on a corner there was no way that the car was going to stay on the road. Seeing the sharp corners coming up he suspected that was their aim. The elf’s eyes narrowed as the human driver went to ram them again. Valdagerion braked hard, falling back just enough to miss the full force of the blow making the larger car fish tale away as they clipped its rear. Accelerating the small car hard he passed them negotiating the tricky corners.

But the restbyte was short lived. The mortal’s were gaining upon them again trying to get past as Valdagerion did his best to block them. Rillian lent forwards. “I have a plan; let them pass on my side.”

Despite his misgivings the Rhi’ Arran left an opening, and the mortal’s took it easing along side the smaller car again. Valdagerion braced himself for another blow, the dull crash of impact then crunch of metal grated in his ears.

“Any time now would be good Rillian.” He said through gritted teeth as the car lurched all over the road and he fought to maintain control.

“Let them come again, I need them in close.”

Valdagerion shook his head at the foolishness of it, but kept on course. The Human’s barged them again, but this time Rillian was ready for them and as the cars parted he lent out and threw his field knife, hitting the tyre dead on. It blew and the large car veered as they lost control careening through a barrier and down the steep hill side. Unfortunately it clipped the back of their small silver car sending them spinning off on to the verge, and down in to a ditch.

Largely unharmed the elf’s disembarked. “Everyone ok?” Darrah asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I will be fine as long as I never have to get in such a vehicle ever again.” Rillian declared as he eased himself out of the car.

Valdagerion took in the damage, it was extensive. “Monta attoya, Mary is going to kill me!” He thought looking at the bashed up wreck that was now her car.

“Can it be fixed?” he asked Darrah hopefully.

Darrah looked doubtful. Valdageion crossed the road to look down at their handy work. The car had rolled down the slope and was now resting on it’s roof against a large bolder its wheels still spinning like some beetle trapped on its back. Thick black smoke was already pouring out of what was once its engine. Valdagerion studded the scene with cool silver eyes, he had seen enough crashes over the years to know that a carbon fuel one this one stood in danger of combusting, and the men within if they were not dead already soon would be. “We should help them.”

“Are you mad?” Rillian demanded utterly bewildered by this pronouncement.

“Probably.” Valdagerion snorted. “But I can’t leave then to die, Mary would not like it.” He was already making his way quickly down the steep slope. “You wait here and stand sentry.”

“Folly! We should be putting as many miles between them and our self’s as possible.” Rillian warned, but did as he was asked.

There were four human’s in all, all male, and all pretty well unconscious. He had to cut them free of their safety harness before the elf could drag them free and to safety. The thick smoke stung Valdagerion’s eyes and making him cough –had they left them there the human’s certainly would have suffocated in it.

Valdagerion went back for the last one – a young male. The man began to struggle as Valdagerion approached him. Crouching down he took hold of the man’s chin, so that he could meet the mortal’s fearful eyes. He spoke slowly and firmly in English. “I’m trying to help you.” He indicated over his shoulder, at the thick smoke. “See that, I leave you here - you WILL die. Do you understand?”

The man looked terrified, but nodded. However when Valdagerion went to move him again held him off. “My leg!”

Valdagerion looked down, he had not smelt the volume of blood over the oily smoke. Some metal had crumpled in and has trapped the young man’s leg. “Ah.” Valdagerion bent and studied the problem, wiping his eyes – streaming from the smoke. “This might hurt.” He warned, and then crawling in to the car, one handed pushed away the crumpled metal with a soft grunt, freeing the man’s leg. The man cried out in pain. When Valdagerion retreated the man looked at him as if he had two heads. A small display of strength and the human was going to piss himself.

It made him remember his first meeting with Mary, how afraid of him she had been but nether the less he had given him her trust- no doubt she had a courageous heart but the elf began to appreciate the scale of the fear she must have overcome.

The elf easily dragged the wounded mortal up to where his companions lay, the man crying out every time it pulled upon his wounded limb, until with a misused sigh the elf simply picked him up like a child and carted him up the safe area.

“Have you finished?” Rillian called from above them.

“Yes, just one minuet.”

Valdagerion turned back to the now barely conscious man who was looking at his companions in horror. “They are unconscious, but they are all alive.” He said to the man to ally his fears. The elf looked at the man’s leg. It was a mess. He reached for the man’s belt and the mortal began to panic again as his fingers reached the buckle, and Valdagerion glared at the man in irritation.

“What’s wrong with him?” Rillian asked disparagingly.

“Apparently he fears for his virtue. Something about anal probing what ever that is.”

Rillian gave a sardonic laugh. “What fools mortal’s are!”

Valdagerion sighed deeply, and then stilled the human with a cold glance, and a haughty arch to his brow. “Your fears are groundless mortal, why would I travel over sixty light years to accost a wounded mortal, male at that, and certainly one as homely as you?”

The man had no answer for him. With a swift jerk he had the belt and used it as a make shift tourniquet his movements more efficient then gentle, then pulled up a small bundle of gorse to raise the man’s leg up. “There, now you won’t bleed to death while you wait for help.”

The man said something faintly that might have been thank you. Then he fainted. The elf stood and jogged back up the hill to where Darrah and Rillian were waiting, they had wasted enough time here.

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Rain tapped a loud staccato on the roof of the Landrover, the voices on the radio were muted but it didn’t matter as nether occupant was listening; it only served as a way to fill the worried silence. Jody was chewing the edge of her nail in disquiet. A few times she opened her mouth to speak, to ask one of the million questions flying around her head, but she found herself unable to.

There was some seriously weird shit going on. But in life when things get weird you either left, or you stayed around accepted the weirdness and got on with it. What ever Jody believed, she knew Mary believed in what she had told Jody with utter conviction. And right now her best friend was in trouble - of the deep poo kind – and afraid, which meant that she guessed however she felt about it she would be staying around.

How long were they going to take? Even in the darkness Jody could see how tense Mary was, growing more anxious for Val’s return as the minuets passed slowly. “What time is it?” Mary asked softly for the umpteenth time.

Jody cursed as she fumbled with her phone trying to check the time. It landed in the footwell somewhere and after a brief unsuccessful rummage Jody switched on the overhead light.

To her surprise Mary visibly winced. “Urgh, my eyes are stinging!”

“I just switched on the light to find my phone.” Jody said. “Can you see it?”

Mary put her hands over her face to block out the light. “Honestly it hurts too much to tell.”

Jody hurried to switch the light to relive her friend’s discomfort. “Perhaps it’s a good sign, the sensitivity might be because your sights coming back.”

Mary knew it was clutching at straws but she nodded faintly, but was obviously not convinced. “Maybe.”

They fell silent time ticking away, after a while Jody supposed that Mary had fallen asleep. Mary suddenly jerked. After a moment Jody thought that it might be a sleep twitch. But Mary’s perfect stillness gave her away, she was concentrating deep within herself.

“We need to go to them.” Mary announced in a soft voice. “They need our help.”

Reaching out Jody patted her shoulder. “You’re having nightmares.”

Mary shook her head as Jody turned on the overhead light. Mary was apparently fully awake and positive about her announcement. “I know where they are.”

“Mary you can’t see, how you can know where they are?”

“I can’t explain it I just do.” Mary said resolutely. It was a tone of voice Jody knew Mary reserved for when she was determined to win an argument, cool, and utterly certain; the kind of tone that usually meant that Mary was going ahead with her convictions whether you were with her or not. And from experience, when Mary was right – boy was she right.

Jody digested this for a moment then replied with her usual irreverent humour. “Well I suppose I can’t be too sceptical, I mean you are dating an alien.”

Mary chuckled at that.

The young woman let out a small rueful groan and lent on the steering wheel, shaking her head. Jody couldn’t believe that she was actually going through with this; that she even bought it at all. Alien abduction, space ships, government agents, it was a conspiracy theorist’s wet dream. It was utter madness, and they should all be locked up somewhere secure with padded walls. Jody turned the key, starting up the Landover, but made no move to go for a long minuet as she reconsidered her options. Part of Jody wanted to just run for the safety of home, taking Mary with her. But the part of her that craved the spice in life, was intrigued by the possibility of the elf’s, and she had to admit they fascinated her; who wouldn’t be intrigued by guys that good looking. She also suspected that whatever they were dealing with Mary was so tangled up in it that just going home was not going to get her free.


Mary must have noticed her hesitation, for she called her name tentatively.


“I was just checking that there weren’t any flying pigs.” Jody said with mocking soberness. “So how do we do this, are you just going to point, or are we working on hotter and colder?”

Mary dimpled. “Just drive will you. We need to go north.”

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Louis watched as torches swept the mountainside, his hands thrust deep in to his coat pockets as he tried to keep warm, his mind scanning the surrounding area for anything unusual. Mr Barkley Mi7’s section D commander, and more importantly Louis’s boss stood next to him, his cold gray eyes scanning the scene, missing nothing. “Mr Baptiste?”

“There’s nothing I can sense near by.”

Mr Barkley made a small noise in the back of his throat, somewhere between acknowledgment and disappointment. “Go and read the soldiers before the paramedics take them away. They might have seen something that will be of use.” He said before turning away to give orders elsewhere.

Louis sighed, would it ever stop raining! He was beyond tired and a migraine was already knocking on the door. All the people buzzing around, it was like having a static, constantly changing radio blearing in his ears. As soon as this was finished, he was going for a holiday somewhere remote. He wondered over to where Connor was rubbernecking at the paramedics who were down with the wounded soldiers.

“What happened here?” Connor asked, looking up at Louis enquiringly.

Louis shrugged. “Me I do not know, I am telepathic, not omniscient. Your guess is as good as mine, mon friend. Perhaps I go down there and one of those gentlemen can tell me.”

“They are barely conscious.” Connor objected, but then stopped when Louis flashed him a grin. “Oh, you’re going to do your mojo thing?”

Louis raised his brows in something like a shrug then made his way down to the men that the ambulance crews were busy putting on to stretchers. Louis managed to engage the crew in small talk while finding opportunities to brush against the wounded men. Three of them had no idea what had happened past the crash. But when he touched the youngest man he was almost brought to his knees by the wave of pain that washed over him. Looking down he could see why, the man’s leg was a bloody mess. “You awake?” He asked, when the man looked up at him as he took his hand. “What happened to your leg friend?”

“In..crash.. crushed.” The young man’s voice was croaky.

“But someone got you free?”

“Trapped, it came and got me out, dragged me to the rest of men.. it saved us.” The man’s word’s were somewhat irrelevant, Louis skin to skin with him was able to see what he saw; a heavily muscled body in a black suit, a hand lifting the metal up as if it was a curtain – an incredible feet, thick black smoke. “Not human.”

“What do you mean not human?”

“Strong, strange eyes, ears, made lightning from his hands…” Louis saw the predatory cat like eyes, but silver and cold like ice, ears pointed like Spok’s, long pale hair, but a male face that was although unmistakably hansom was also frightening in it’s stark lines. The face was familiar, but Louis struggled to place it. Pondering this he made his way down the hill to the wreck of another smaller car at the bottom. The fact was it was not so much of a wreck as a puddle of melted metal and plastic. Connor was already down there looking it over.


“The car, it is de'pouille.” Louis stated.

“What?”

“A mess.” Louis clarified.

“Ah. Yes.” Connor nodded. “We can tell it’s a ford fiesta, but aside from that it’s a total burn out. I have never seen anything like it.”

“If the fuel tank exploded then would it burn hot enough to do this damage?”

Connor rolled his eyes. “Contrary to popular belief cars don’t just explode when they crash.”

“Even if it rolled all the way down here like in the films?”

“Not unless it was carrying nitro glycerine.”

Louis chuckled. “You computer nerds, you are always full of the most useful information. So what did this?” He asked even though he knew the answer, the wounded man’s memory had showed three prolonged bolts of blinding white lightning from above frying the car once it had been tipped down the hill.

“Fuck knows.” Connor groused.

Louis walked around the car, he spotted some silver paint – Mary had a silver ford fiesta. Suddenly it struck him where he had seen the face before, the mysterious stranger who had been dancing with Mary. It could be the same person apart from the eyes and ears. But that meant that Mr paranoid Boyd was right and Mary did have something to do with the aliens?


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“Here, stop, stop stop.” Mary urged, as Jody drew the four by four to a halt on the side of the road. Dawn was promising too raise, the sky lightening to the west but in the valleys night still clung on stubbornly.

“I don’t see them.” Jody said peering in to the distance as she killed the engine, but in the morning gloaming she could see little.

“They are coming, trust me.” She got out of the four by four and felt her way around to the driver’s side. Shivering against the cold, annoyed by the almost static bites of grey shades that danced across her vision, it was little better then the darkness. Mary closed her eyes as she strained to listen for the elfs. She could feel Val out there sense his approach, could see their approach across the hills in her minds eye. In the umbra of her mind she saw Val’s head snap up as he scented her on the wind, his hair blown by the wind reaching towards her as it blew about his face, then felt his awareness of her presence nearby like a musical note struck and shared between them, reverberating somewhere deep within her.

Pinpointing their location, she slowly opened her eyes and in the gloom she saw them, and not just imagined in her mind, she really saw them. Saw the tussock grass bend in the wind, and rugged stone silver in the pale light, and over the Rhayader hillside saw the elf’s making their swift sure way across it, the way that Val’s pale hair followed him like the tail of a comet. Exited she pointed. “Look, there they are.”

Jody peered in to the gloom. “It’s still to dark to see anything….” She turned to face Mary in surprise. “Hey, you can actually see them?”

For a moment the only thing that Mary had cared about was that Val was safe. When she saw him unharmed she felt as if she could breathe again, and her world could go on. But Jody’s words made her gasp. She reached up to her face, looking down at her hands.

She saw her hands! Turning them over she marvelled at this.

Looking over her shoulder she saw Jody who looked utterly wonder struck. A broad smile broke across her face, answered by her friend. Her bone weariness forgotten in jubilation she ran towards Val, with a happy crow of laughter that she could not suppress.

Valdagerion broke in to a jog when he saw Mary coming towards him, dawn braking behind her as if the sun followed her flight. He pulled up only when Mary was in his arms needing to reassure himself that she was unharmed. His silver gaze devoured her, taking in every shadow, how pale she was. “What do you think you are doing, I told you to wait?” He gave her little shake.

Mary only returned his embrace, her arms clutching to him tightly and her ear pressed flat against his heart as she trembled. “I got bored waiting.” He felt her relief, so deep that she was almost weeping with it.

He glanced down at her as Mary turned her face up to him, her eyes tracking over his face. Her eyes – she was not blind anymore. “Mary, you can see me.”

A smile curved her lips as she dexterously stroked the panes of his cheek with two fingers, and he felt his expression answer hers. Feeling her joy he scooped her up and spun her about in celebration before kissing her soundly. “Now.” Mary said. “Just what have you done with my car?”

Rillian’s serious face broke in to a smile as Val’s expression turned a little panicked. “Ah, about that.”


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“We have to assume the worst.” Agent Boyd stated. “Captain Howard’s men reported that they used some kind of beam to destroy the gate.” He indicated to the half melted, and twisted remains of a twelve bar gate. “What ever it is, it is powerful enough to melt metal.”

“Beam, I believe that they said a ball of lightning.” Mr Barkely added softly. “Agent Baptiste has stated that the wounded man saw something similar.” He looked up at Louis, who nodded wearily. This time he indicated to a scientist besides him. “Jim, any thoughts?”

“It’s hard to tell without seeing the type of lightning It could be a number of things other then electricity.” He looked at the pictures on his desk. “The damage is extensive. But if we take the eye witness accounts as true along with the electrical disturbances noted, then some kind of high voltage discharge could be plausible. We can create substantial electrical strikes in a lab environment but are a long way from weaponising it. Still it is feasible that perhaps a race capable of space travel have some kind of weapon that is capable of this.”

“I suppose when we add this to the sabotage of all the electrical equipment, and the missile launchers, as well as the assault on our men then we have the potential of a serious threat. There is a photo fit and description that Louis, and the men who were eye witnesses have done for us.”

“We are looking three seven foot Legolas’s.” Someone said incredulously. Laughter followed until Mr Barkley’s stony gaze quelled it.

“What have the dog teams found?” He continued.

“We followed three sets of tracks west for five miles, there scent disappeared on the road. There were car tracks, a four by four.”

“So can we assume they have help?” Boyd asked.

“We can’t assume anything; the evidence is thin at best.” A military man said. “There is no way to tell that the car tracks were from last night. And these things what ever they are, are fast. They covered the distance between the lake and the road in minuets on foot. We have no idea of what other capabilities they have.”

“I want everyone on this.” Mr Barkley said swiftly. “I want them found. No hesitation, if there is a clear shot I want your men to take it.”

Louis found himself speaking. “With respect; the aliens – if that is what they are – saved four of our men. And aside from collateral damage, they have not harmed more then our pride. Why are we assuming they mean us harm? If they did it would make no sense for them to rescue those men knowing that we were in pursuit. If it was me, I perhaps would have left them no?”

“They went through our formation like a chainsaw through butter.” A stern military man said. “I have two with shrapnel injuries, one with a gun shot wound, and that’s not counting the men in the crash. They have phenomenal martial and stealth capabilities; weather they mean harm or not they are too dangerous to be allowed to roam free.”

“So you shoot first, ask questions after. Monsieurs I thought this was just the American way.” Louis made a show of pursuing the report. “The alien’s did not have guns, or so it says here. This means that one of your own men shot him no? Friendly fire?”

“You shut the hell up!”

“Think about it. You’re all strategists it looks like they were just trying to take out our ability to take out their ship. Perhaps they are just trying to get home?” Connor reasoned, putting up his hands.

“That is enough from you two. We are not dealing with E.T Mr Starling. That little grey lump was not able to single handed destroy a missile launch platform, and take out twelve armed men.” Mr Barkely responded. “Until we know more they are a threat that needs to be found and contained. The men are to shoot if they see them, I want them taken down.”



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“They are quite high maintenance aren’t they?” Jody said as she watched the elf’s wolf munch more sandwiches that they had brought from a service station.

“Tell me about it.” Mary agreed. “High metabolisms.”

“It’s so unfair. I just look a cake and it’s on my ass.” Jody sighed, Mary smiled slightly as her friend was checking out quite another kind of ass. She couldn’t blame her; the elf’s all had extraordinarily sexy bums. Of course in her opinion Val’s was the best – but she was somewhat biased.

“You’re not eating?” Val asked softly, as he came to sit besides Mary, his gaze holding hers.

There was no point in lying to him. Mary gave a little feminine gesture of negativity. “I wouldn’t keep it down.”

He slightly sucked in his lower lip, wanting to say something but refrained. Val knew that she hated when he fussed her, and he knew he was in the doghouse for wrecking her car. Infact in Rillian’s blunt words they had practically melted it. Val had hastily added that it was so that the military would not be able to trace it back to Mary or her family.

They got back on the road again, heading to the coast to wait at the rendezvous with the ship until nightfall. Tired beyond belief Mary fell asleep in the back between Val and Rillian feeling as safe as anyone could feel, with two elf warriors curled up around her. It was like having a warm muscled blanket.

She came awake at the sound of tapping. Rillian’s wound was bothering him more then he was letting on, and Val was brooding one something - though how she knew this she did not know, and then she was fully awake. “Hey guys.” It was Jody trying to talk through the divider between the cab and the back.

“Yeah.” Mary called back sitting up wincing, her body felt like one big knot of pain.

“On the radio they are talking about road blocks. Darrah has looked and there’s no way round them.”

Val was alert now. Mary explained the situation to him, and watched as his face hardened, from the cold look in his eyes she knew that he was readying himself for a fight. She pushed at his chest. “It looks like you made an impression.” She said. “Just what did you do?”

The elf gave a soft snort of amusement, then looked down at her with a smile before sobering. “I will not let any harm come to you.”

Mary tugged on a lock of his hair. “I feel the same about you. I was almost sick with worry when you were gone.”

“That is edifying, but unnecessary.” He purred.

There came another tap. “It’s ok I have a plan.” Jody called.

Rillian spoke now. “I have little faith in the mortal’s plan.”

Mary raised a haughty brow. “Who’s world is this? I’m sure Jody’s plan is a good one.” Mary wondered just who he was deferring to, but defer Rillian did.


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Jody dragged a sheep over to the land rover, as Mary arranged a dark blanket over the elf’s in the back.

“What!” Rillian exclaimed. “I hope that she does not mean to put that in with us?”

“Up you go.” Jody chirped with barely concealed glee, as she shoved a sheep up in to the back.

"This is a stupid plan."

"You come up with better." Even Mary had to smoother her giggles as Jody shoved up another, and the elf’s cursed.

[It’s not funny Mary.] Val warned.

[No. Of course not.] She agreed piously. A sheep bleated plaintively and she couldn’t help herself, bursting in to helpless laughter.

[Mary!]

Four more sheep, ‘borrowed’ from the hillside had been bundled up in to the land rover, in Jody’s words they were the perfect cover. Jody and Mary set off, Mary smiling as she felt the elf’s grousing in her mind.

[How humiliating, to be the bedding of animals. This is defiantly the worst – even worse then the stink swamps.]

[Agreed. If one of them defecates, I’m going to roast it.]

[You will do no such thing. They are just borrowed.] Mary reminded them sternly.

[Its standing on my face.]

[Ouch, that was my ....]

The road block was ahead of them. They looked like police, but from a quick scan of their minds, Mary knew that this was not the case. She sank down in to the passenger seat, tugging a farm cap over her head. There was a large three ton vehicle off the road, is canvas pulled closed. Mary could hear the thoughts of the men within it, men with guns. An answering tension went through her as Val a shadow in her mind read her thoughts.

[Breath Mary, slow and steady get your heart rate down. You can do this.] Val advised, his voice soothing her jangled nerves.

There was a lorry and a few cars ahead of them. The wait seemed to stretch eternally as the men spoke with the drivers, checking licenses, and taking sniffer dogs around the vehicles. “I didn’t think of dogs. Oh well we are not rumbled yet.” Jody’s knuckles were white on the wheel. Looking down she loosened them and then gave a nervous laugh as she turned on the radio singing along. Jody always sung when she was nervous.

They inched forwards. Jody plastered her best friendly smile on. “Hi there!” She announced buoyantly as she rolled the window down. “Looking for illegal immigrants is it?”

“Mam, would you mind telling us where your going, and your business.” Jody had already handed her license over for the man to check.

“Right you are. We have got a few eyws in the back. Brought them today from a friend, just bringing them back.”

“Would you mind if we check.”

“Go ahead.” Jody replied, and Mary had to marvel at her calm.


The man disappeared around the back of the truck. Jody stuck her head out as he opened the back door calling out. “I wouldn’t take the wood guillotine out, else we will be rounding up sheep all morning!”

There was a muffled assent. The one sniffer dog began to whine and bark. Jody got out and came around the side as Mary’s heart raced. “Get back in the car mam.”

“Your dog’s upsetting my sheep!”

“I said get back in the car.” The man said as he shone a torch in to the sheep who shifted and milled about unhappily.

The dog tugged at its lead and tried to scramble up in to the back. The sheep panicked but had no where to go. Mary felt the elf’s struggle to stay still, this time it was her telling Val to stay calm. The dog was barking loudly, calling attention to the truck. Rillian’s bad mood however saved them, in annoyance he accidently shocked the dog and in surprise it bit one of the sheep not sure where the attack had come from. Pandemonium erupted, as the farmer who had pulled up behind called out, and Jody began berating the dog handler for letting what was clearly a dangerous sheep killer wound her prise animal – which now no doubt would need costly veterny treatment.

Her nerves took their tole, and Mary found that she had to be sick immediately and flopped out of the car to the verge to wretch dryly. The man looked on aghast. “What’s wrong with your friend?”

“Morning sickness.” Jody explained. And as with using anything that came under the headings ‘woman’s problems’ the man visibly shrank back. Jody then seeing the battle was almost over went in for the kill demanding his cap number, and threatening to report him to his seniors. Faced with all this; the Mi7 agent disguised as a police man gave a hasty apology, and was happy to wave them on.

“I cant believe that that actually worked!” Mary smiled as she washed out her mouth with some water. The road stretched before them like a blessing.

“I know for a minuet there, I thought it was game over.”

“My heart’s going so fast.” Mary admitted. “Let’s never do that again.”

“Agreed.” [Agreed] was the consensus of all the occupants, even one of the sheep bleated plaintively, probably in accord.


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A/N:
This has become a monster chapter, so I have had to spilt it. Lots more action to come, and I promise next one is Val on a motor bike being his cool self.

circe I hope this answered the question about the ship 

lovelyl : Glad your enjoying it, I guess I will just have to write faster and reveal the plot sooner.

MnM’s you guessed right on the eyes. As for further relationships you will just have to wait and see.