Authors: Hana Starr
Faer’s Command: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Science Fiction Alien Romance) (Survival Wars Book 3)
Faer’s Command
By Hana Starr
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Contents
Ever since she was a little
girl, Anne Claire liked to look up at the stars and wonder what else was out
there, who else was out there. Even as she grew into a renowned doctor capable
of curing even the most terminal of illnesses, her passion was always studying
the stars, and contemplating what was beyond them. In spite of this, and her
fantasies of discovering life outside of Earth, her feet always remained firmly
planted on the ground, never to stray much higher than an economy seat on a
plane.
That is, of course, until a star
landed right in front of her. In the crater, she found a tiny vessel, clearly
not man made and comprised of materials that she had never seen before. Nestled
within, was a being, a person unlike she had ever seen before. Her fascination
with the creature was short lived, as it approached her, and lightly stroked
her cheek, and suddenly, she knew no more.
Waking on a strange ship, in a
place filled with stars that she had never even seen before, she must adjust to
her new life in this place, acting as this strange race's medical adviser and
healer. The being that brought her here in the first place, a male answering
to, “Faer,” acts as her rock, her one friend in this lonely place. It doesn't
take long for something more to develop between the two.
The road out of town was always empty this time
of night, the only thing that interrupted the quaint emptiness of the
countryside were the headlights of Anne Claire's car. Though her engine's noise
was barely louder than a purr, it too was enough to disturb the otherwise
encompassing silence of the scenery. As she lightly tapped her fingers along
the steering wheel to a tune stuck in her head, she mused that there was
something inexplicably serene about driving in the quiet of night, with only
her headlights to carve a space of visibility out of the darkness and light the
winding path that was as familiar to her as her own heartbeat.
Not for the first time since she left the city
limits, she flicked her gaze up through the windshield to the sky above. She
took in the fact that the further away from the city she drove, the more stars
came out to greet her, and a familiar warmth flooded her chest, almost like she
was being greeted by her old friends. Bloomington was a lovely place, and her
suburb just outside of the city proper was quaint enough that she felt cozy and
secure there, but she was positively deprived of starlight sitting in her own
home; the artificial streetlights that lined the sidewalks and the lights
streaming from the windows of the buildings were too bright and too many, and
the smoke from the nearby factories only served to screen off what few stars
could outshine the street lamps.
So, on days where the hustle and bustle would
get to be too much, when her work and reputation as a renowned doctor seemed to
become overbearing for her, she would pack her telescope, a blanket, an
electric kettle and something to munch on, and would drive out to a little
secluded hill she had been drawn to on her way from a business trip. It was a
lovely place, far enough away from the city limit that the pollution and the
artificial lighting that encompassed the area couldn't touch the canvas of the
sky above her, and it was the perfect place for her to lie on her back and
stare up into the abyss until she had just enough energy in her to make the
trip home.
Admittedly, she hadn't been able to get away
nearly as often in recent months, no matter how much she may have wanted
nothing more. With her most recent discovery of the cure for cancer, her
notoriety grew to be the highest that it's ever been. While that ensured that
her team, as well as the research facility she worked at remained well funded,
it also meant that since its discovery, she had little time for herself; if it
wasn't interviews about finding the cure, it was coordinating with other
doctors in her field to work on distribution and costs.
But finally,
finally
, things had quieted
down enough that she could take some time off for herself, venture out to the
places that brought her the most peace, and just...breathe. The fact that she
was running herself ragged hadn't been lost on her colleagues these tiring
months; even her boss, a woman who was rarely in the office on account of
managing several research facilities, noticed the dark bruising under her eyes,
and was even the one to suggest that Anne Claire use her paid vacation time to
rejuvenate her. Loathe as she was to walk away when there was work to be done,
even she had to admit, she was glad for taking a month off – she was only a
couple of days in, and she was already feeling better.
Pulling onto the little dirt road that wound up
the hill and coming to a stop beside an old oak tree at the top, she parked her
car and killed the engine. With the practiced movements of someone who has done
this most of their adult life, she popped the trunk, exited the car, and
bundled all of her things in her arms, letting the backpack that had all of her
edibles and kettle hang on her arm. Reaching up on the tips of her toes and
shutting the trunk awkwardly with an outstretched elbow, she walked over to her
usual spot- just outside of the tree's canopy of branches while still sitting
on the top of the hill. The spot was ideal for her; it gave her the best view
of the universe she could ever ask for. As she laid out the blanket and set the
tripod of her telescope to stand, she briefly wondered how she never found any
grooves in the dirt from how many nights she spent out here – apart from a few
patches of missing grass, there was almost no trace that she ever came here.
Soon enough, she had her entire set up for the
night: her kettle sat beside her, bubbling with hot water, next to that was her
trusty thermos with tea bags prepped and ready for brewing, and she was already
peeking into her telescope, mapping out the constellations and their relative
distances from each other and Earth in her mind. She fished out her journal
from her bag and set it in her lap, fingers tracing the indents of a gold
leafed design impressed upon the royal blue leather cover. Opening the
well-worn book and pulling out a fountain pen, she began to write. She put to
paper all of the words and feelings that her heart deigned too heavy to hold
anymore – some of them needed to be a poem, some a simple journal entry, some
weren't even words, but sketches of her emotions or what she was thinking.
Peeking back into her telescope, she stumbled
upon wise Aquarius, the constellation shining the brightest out of all of them
this time of year. Anne Claire hummed quietly, pleased that she had found her
zodiac constellation so quickly. It was a silly thing; she did not read
horoscopes, took little interest in anything that attempted to divine her
future through her astrological sign, but she loved the stars themselves.
Pulling back from the telescope, poured some hot water from her kettle into the
thermos. Satisfied that she would soon have her beloved tea, she sat back on
her hands and looked up. As nice as it was to see specific stars up close, it
was just as nice to look at the whole picture.
She nibbled lightly on one of her cucumber
finger sandwich while she waited for her tea to steep, and simply took in the
universe's vast and glimmering complexion. Freckled with stars and planets all
beautifully visible and tragically intangible to her, she stared at all those
places she knew she would never go and simply let her mind wander. Looking into
her telescope again, she flicked one of the levers on the side to unlock the
swivel on it and simply let her newly focused gaze drift aimlessly, allowing
the deep vastness of space to be all she could see for a while.
Looking into the distant stars, constellations,
and galaxies through a focused lens was as comforting as it was melancholy, and
did little to soothe a lifelong ache in her chest, and did even less to ease
the want for her feet to leave solid ground. It made her feel infinitely
lonely, this need that fluttered in her chest when she set her soul adrift
among the stars. The stirrings in her chest demanded she venture out and find
new stars, that she find a way to fly to the farthest star in the galaxy and
draw its light close to her like a child catching a firefly in the warmth of a
summer night. It cried out that she didn't belong here, that her place was
somewhere she had never been, would likely never go, and it bred feelings of
unsettled restlessness in her heart that she didn't know what to do with.
She snorted in frustration and pulled back to
scribble in her journal some more. She, Anne Claire Brahmsworth, curer of
cancer, Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, and other deadly illnesses that had plagued humanity,
unable to find a cure for
melancholy
, of all things. Loneliness wasn't
even the main problem of it; she had plenty of friends, loved ones, and
colleagues that she genuinely enjoyed spending time with. It was the fact that,
when left to her own devices and staring up into the night sky, she felt like
she didn't
belong
just here, that she was meant for seeking greatness
out of Earth's atmosphere. She huffed, knowing that her thoughts would only
circle the drain until she was too tired to bother with them if she kept this
up, so she let the light scratching of her pen against the paper soothe her
nerves until she could look back up at the stars again.
With a sigh, she poured some tea for herself in
the lid of the thermos that doubled as a single serve cup, and blew on its
surface to let the liquid cool. As she sipped her tea, she all but purred at
the warmth that filled her chest, chasing away the ache left by a wanderlust
that she had no real way to sate. As she drained her cup, something in the sky
caught her attention- a flicker of light, lasting no longer than a heartbeat
and as insignificant as a struck match but undeniably
there
all the
same, caused her to set her empty cup down and frantically swerve the telescope
lens to try and spot it again. Sure enough, there it was, a brilliant star,
streaking across the night sky. She tried to follow its arc, but it whizzed by
too quickly for her telescope to track smoothly, so she sat back with a huff in
defeat.
As it turned out, she needn't have bothered
feeling upset that she had missed the shooting star's trajectory. No sooner had
she rocked back in her seat and set her arms behind her did she spot it again,
the tiny little speck of light now resembling a softball to her. With a start,
she realized that it was, in fact, rocketing closer and closer to Earth and,
more specifically, toward her general area. She scarcely had the time to
contemplate whether or not she should start moving in the opposite direction
before it careened into the solid ground, a little over half a mile away. At
least she had enough time to duct behind the tree's broad trunk before the
shockwave swept her off of her feet.
