Marion opened her eyes and looked up at the sun canopy
through her polarised sunglasses. She smiled as she looked around and
saw Rodan sitting in her bathing suit and wide brimmed sun hat making
quite good headway in the construction of a sandcastle considering she
was not yet walking. It was a substantial pile of sand, at least. Beside
her, a more elaborately constructed sandcastle was being surveyed by Hillary’s
two youngest, Kaye and Cam.
“She’s learning by their example,” Marion said happily.
“Her motor skills are very good for her age. Even for a Gallifreyan.”
“Perhaps she’ll grow up to be a great Gallifreyan architect,”
Kristoph said as he brought cold drinks with fruit and umbrellas to the
two women who lay on the sunloungers. Hillary and Marion both sat up and
drank. He took his own cocktail and sat on a folding chair between the
two of them. He watched the children at play in the blue and purple sand
of Candika IV. The sun beat down on them from an azure sky through the
natural UV shield that made the planet not only a holiday paradise, but
a very safe one. Even so, the children had been liberally coated with
sun lotion and the women sat under the canopy out of the glare. Neither
of them were completely convinced by the scientific explanations Kristoph
had given them.
“It is beautiful here,” Marion said. “I can’t
believe it is like this all the year around. Hot and sunny. On Gallifrey
it is late autumn and raining, and here we are in swimsuits.”
“And very lovely swim suits they are,” Kristoph said as he
glanced at Hillary in a very small bikini and Marion in a slightly more
modest one. His mother’s skill with lotions had meant that she had
almost no stretch marks on her stomach from her pregnancy and was confident
about wearing so very little. Hillary, a mother of four, had perfectly
smooth skin. Her species had very flexible flesh, of course. How else
could it be so easily moulded when they switched from male to female.
She looked lovely and he had plenty of fond memories of being close to
her in such skimpy outfits when they were both younger. But it was Marion
who made his two hearts beat faster, now.
“Yes, this part of the planet is always like this,” Kristoph
said as he turned his thoughts away from female attributes. “There
are the polar zones, of course. But the most popular part of Candika IV
is the thousand island ocean with all these unspoilt little pieces of
paradise for those with the money to hire for the season.”
“That’s amazing, too,” Marion said. “Being able
to hire an island for a weekend.”
“We have been coming here since I was Cam’s age,” Hillary
said. “Candika was always my favourite resort planet. I learnt to
swim on one of these beaches. And later… when I was of the age to
begin experiencing love-making, my first partner took me on a beach just
like this one.”
Marion was surprised by such a candid revelation at first. Then she remembered
that Gendermorphs have no inhibitions about such things. Kristoph looked
interested, too. He had clearly never heard this story before.
“Yes,” Hillary continued. “I was seventeen. My partner
– Daryl - was eighteen and I wore a bikini and a see through silk
wrap-around skirt as we walked in the sands. Daryl wore shorts and nothing
else. He had a fine, sun-bronzed chest and he had such a sweet smile.
I was so nervous, though, about my first time. I wanted to be sure I got
it right. My parent had given me such a lot of advice about how to best
enjoy the experience. But I kept losing control of my morphic field and
slipping into my male form. Daryl kissed me anyway, whichever I was. Then
he turned up his own pheromones until I was completely overwhelmed. He
steadied me in my female form and pressed me down into the warm sand before
taking me for my first time.”
Hillary sighed in fond remembrance. Marion was looking a little flushed,
but mesmerised by the confessions of a gendermorph.
“It was everything I was taught to expect. Daryl was a tender and
accomplished lover. And when it was done, we switched roles. I became
the youth and he morphed into such a desirable woman.”
“Were you in love with him… or her…” Marion asked.
“I thought I was. That’s why I chose him for my first. But
at seventeen, our species tend to have trouble controlling our pheromones.
It’s easy to be confused. I think I may have over-done it and seduced
myself. But it was very pleasurable. Daryl thought so, too. We stayed
together for several weeks.”
“And then…”
“Then we both found other lovers. It is perfectly usual in our society.
We have no need for long lasting relationships as Humans or Time Lords
do. I have seen Daryl many times since. We have spent time together –
enjoyed each other. And the fact that she was my first will always be
a special bond between us. But we would not expect anything more of each
other than that.
“How many lovers have you had?” Marion asked.
“I couldn’t begin to count them,” Hillary answered.
“Nobody would. No Haollstromnian would even think of doing so. The
question is irrelevant.”
“You are a singular race,” Kristoph told her. “No other
species is so casual about sex – certainly not about love. My own
people… we are so serious about it, we take millennia to find the
right person.”
“Oh, I know,” Hillary told him. “I tried so hard to
show you how fun it could be, but you were always a Time Lord first and
a man, second, and utterly immune to my charms.”
“Not immune, my dear,” Kristoph answered. “Just very
disciplined. Besides… I am glad I waited. For my Lady Marion.”
“So am I,” Hillary assured him. “You are so right for
each other. But it did surprise me a little when I knew that Marion was
from Earth. I’ve had a few Human lovers… they are almost as
casual as my own people.”
“Not all,” Marion answered. “I never… My grandparents
would have been so disappointed in me if I… They… never really
blamed my mother for her one mistake… and they didn’t love
her… or me… any less for it. But I always understood that
my mother giving birth to me out of wedlock was not quite right. I always
felt that I couldn’t, until I was married. Only that never seemed
especially likely until I met Kristoph.”
Hillary didn’t quite understand that, any more than Marion completely
understood her lifestyle. Parenthood for a Haolstromnian was something
an individual decided upon when they felt it was right. There were no
accidental pregnancies, and they were all single parents because the idea
of two parents was unheard of.
But her life as a diplomat had taught her that there were other ways of
life, and she knew that reproduction for almost every other species in
the universe involved two people. And that usually the children knew who
the two people were.
“So you don’t know your male parent?” Hillary asked.
“Forgive me if that is an undiplomatic question…”
“He was long gone before I was born. My grandparents, if they mentioned
him at all, said he was a bad one. I don’t think he ever knew I
existed. Even if he did, I think granddad would have seen him off with
his old war time pistol. Mother didn’t need him. Neither did I.
And later…when she was dead… when my grandparents passed away,
too… in the foster home I was no different from a lot of other girls
and boys who didn’t know who their father was.”
“Do you want to know who he is?” Hillary asked. Kristoph looked
attentive when she put that question as if Marion’s answer was important
to him.
“No,” she said very decisively. “It doesn’t matter.
I know who I am. I’m Lady Marion de Lœngbærrow of Gallifrey.
A long way from Birkenhead. And my husband is the only man I need.”
“Quite so,” Kristoph said with a relieved look in his eyes
that Hillary recognised but decided not to comment upon. He looked around
at the children and the sandcastles. Rodan had managed to pile up sand
nearly as high as she sat, and had patted it smooth with her spade. Kaye
and Cam had made a castle that reminded Marion of Carnarvon. Kaye left
the construction and came to ask if they could teach Rodan to swim in
the sea.
“She’s a little young,” Marion pointed out. “She
isn’t really ready for swimming, yet. But I’ll come with you
and see if she likes being in the water.” She found a pair of baby
water wings in her bag and put them on Rodan’s small arms and then
carried her into the crystal clear and deliciously warm water with Kaye
and Cam. Kristoph and Hillary watched his wife and their fosterling and
smiled. Right now, on this pleasant day, his wife was happy. He could
be satisfied with that.
“I think the reason she doesn’t think about her real father
is that you fulfil that role, for her,” Hillary commented. Kristoph
laughed at the idea.
“Hillary, my dear. The implications of that idea in her society,
or mine, are quite impossible.”
“No, but it is true. You are there to protect her, to care for her.
You have been her guide and teacher in the years since you met, as a parent
is supposed to be. And of course, you are so much older than she is. She
was only a little more than a child by her own people’s standards.
By yours… goodness knows. She could have been your fosterling. Instead
you took her for your wife and loved her as a man loves a woman all over
the universe. But you’re still her guide and protector.”
“Yes,” Kristoph conceded. Yes, if that was what being a father
was, then Hillary had a point. Protector, yes. Hillary had no idea. Nor
did Marion. And she never would. He didn’t keep secrets from her
if he could help it. But there was one he would never share with anyone.
He did know who her father was.
It was years ago, now, when he had first asked her to be his fiancée,
and she had moved in with him in the house in Knowsley. He had used his
skills as a Celestial Intervention Agency operative to trace the man who
had abandoned her mother after having his way with her. He was a moderately
successful man, now, twenty years later. He owned three hotels and a restaurant
on the Wirral peninsula. He had what was called a ‘trophy wife’
– a woman only a few years older than Marion. He had two substantial
houses and several expensive cars.
Kristoph had disliked him from the first moment he saw him. He chastised
himself for being snobbish. Coming from one of the oldest of the Oldblood
houses, the nouveau riche always jarred with his own aristocratic breeding.
But even beyond that admitted prejudice he could see nothing of merit
in Michael Rimmer. He was a womaniser, even with a young wife to please
him. He was unpleasant to the staff in his hotels. He seemed to care for
nobody who was less rich than he was.
Even so, Kristoph had contrived a way that he could introduce him to Marion.
He had booked a room for the night in the New Brighton branch of the Rimmer
Hotel franchise. He had manoeuvred himself into conversation with the
owner in the hotel lounge. He had given him the impression that he was
a successful businessman who might be interested in the conference facilities
of the hotel. When the conversation moved around to personal matters,
Kristoph pointed out his fiancée, sitting at a table drinking lime
soda and looking very lovely in a deep red dress that brought out the
highlights in her brown hair. Rimmer had made a lewd remark about the
fact that she was so much younger than Kristoph. He then made another
comment that had made Kristoph burn with anger. He controlled his response,
reminding himself that he was a Time Lord, and a diplomat. Instead he
reached out and held Rimmer by the shoulder and he slowed time around
them. Beyond the bubble of reality the two of them were in time almost
stood still. All was silent. The barman was frozen in the process of pouring
a drink. People were stopped in mid-stride. Michael Rimmer stared around
at them.
“What has happened?” he asked, fear freezing him to his seat.
“Look again at that beautiful woman who you insulted with your crude
words,” Kristoph said.
“Why?” Rimmer asked. “What’s this about? Who are
you? How did you do that?”
“I am an alien from another world. I command time. I have the power
to kill you with a thought. I can make you wish you had never uttered
those foul words. But I will let that pass. Look at her. She is your daughter,
by a good woman who you left twenty years ago without a second thought.”
“She can’t be,” Rimmer responded. “And even if
she is… how…”
“You know how. You are a user of women, then and now. And that dear
lady is the result. She is beautiful, clever, and she is mine. I wanted
to show her to you, before taking her from you again. Just to see whether
there is a shred of paternal thought in your mind, a modicum of love in
your heart. There isn’t. Your only thought when I told you was that
she might demand money from you. She won’t. She doesn’t need
your money. I can give her more than enough of that, as well as real,
lasting love. In a minute, when time snaps back to normal, I intend to
wipe your memory of this. You don’t deserve to know that such a
lovely woman as she is has even a biological connection to you. But until
it does, I want you to reflect on the fact that you, for all your money
in the bank, your houses, your cars, your women, are the biggest loser
in the universe because you don’t have HER.”
Rimmer said nothing coherent in reply. He murmured some half words, half
phrases. When the time bubble collapsed, Kristoph waved his hand in front
of his face then stepped away from him. Rimmer seemed dazed for about
half a minute before turning and staring around the room as if something
was missing. Fifteen minutes of his memory were. His whole conversation
with Kristoph. The wealthy looking couple just going through to the dining
room after their pre-dinner drinks didn’t stand out as unusual.
No, Marion didn’t need a father like that. If Rimmer
had been a better man, one who would regret his mistake and endeavour
to make up for his twenty year absence, then Kristoph would have been
glad to help that to happen. But as it was, Marion was much better off
without him. She had said so when Hillary asked. She didn’t need
a father. She was happy.
“Kristoph!” Hillary’s voice shook him from his reverie.
“Look. Rodan is swimming.”
Indeed, she was. Of course, the waterwings were supporting
her. But she was dog paddling happily, close to Marion. Kristoph stood
up and slipped off the open necked shirt that he wore with his bathing
shorts.
“I think we should join them, don’t you?”
he said to Hillary.
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