Page 41 of Saving Lauren

The next days are blissfully uneventful. Just like we hoped they would be. D’Var and I spend all our time together. We work on the greenhouse, practice my newfound telepathic talents, and have lots of sex. The night terrors are getting better, but I still wake up every night. I can’t seem to get Yalix out of my head I know D’Var hates it. He told me he blames himself. I try to take that feeling away from him, but it’s hard.

I spend a lot of my time in the cargo bay, working with the plants as I am beginning to learn a lot about them. I really love the useful feeling it gives me, and my seedlings are growing rapidly.

D’Var is always there – watching me when he thinks I’m not paying attention, I see by the way he looks at me that the guilt is eating at him. I feel it through our bond as well. It’s still strong as ever, but I can’t help but feel him pulling away from me, when he is all broody and thinking.

Luckily, I can distract him easily, with a touch, or a kiss. I blush thinking about what we did this morning. His mouth between my thighs, his fingers in my pussy. It is scary how easily he can bring me to orgasm, and how much I need more even after I cum, and cum again. He must have a magic dick, and I giggle.

D’Var looks up, but I just wink at him continuing with the plants. D’Var is working on some kind of machine. I have no idea what it is, but I am glad he is busying himself with something, besides staring at me.

As I check the bush for berries, I think about the craziest and best two weeks of my life. From this tired person, who was on the verge of giving up, always hurting, and always cold. To - well me. My new me. Lauren 2.0. Maybe I should start to think of myself as L’Ren then, but I immediately discard the idea. I like being Lauren.

I think about my parents on earth with a pang of regret. We had a good relationship with one another. I did not go for weekly Sunday dinners, or anything, but they always supported my choices. They were always there for me. They still have my two little brothers left. The twins. They were good brothers, but we were never close. It’s ok. I had a good life, nice friends. I had my books. I miss my books. I miss reading more than any food. I miss reading more than underwear. I giggle again. I feel light, I feel free. My heart feels like it’s about to burst.

I look over at D’Var, he has stopped working on his machine looking at me with an enormous smile on his face.

“We are here! We are home! Come, we must look from command!” He speeds over to me, helps me up grabbing my hand. We run towards the Command Center. T’Rak and O’Rec are seated in their chairs, but as soon as I look outside the windows, I freeze.

Right in front of me is a big nebula, it is gorgeous. The center is a dark magenta, as it waves out to the sides in a freeform the color changes to pink and even hints of blue. It’s indescribable in its beauty. What makes it even more special is that behind it, there is nothing. Only black from the void. It’s eerily creepy and it is by far the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

“Is this… your home?” I ask aloud to nobody in particular. D’Var takes my hand and just holds it. Looking wonderstruck just as well as me.

“Yes,” O’Rec says in a hoarse voice, I look back at him. There are so many emotions in his eyes. I am left wondering if maybe there is more to him than the carefree front he gives the universe.

D’Var squeezes my hand. “What do you think?” he asks.

“It is... amazing, the most wonderful thing I have ever seen. But where is your home? Where is the space station?”

D’Var just looks at me and smiles.

“You will see, my Zarra.” His happiness is making me giddy, as I stretch to see as much of the space nebula as I can, but still nothing. The ship is gliding gently through the outskirts of the nebula. I am amazed by what I see. The colors are not as bright from the inside as there were when we were approaching. It is still mesmerizing. It feels like I am inside a giant cloud. A rainbow-colored cloud. Some parts are see-through, while others are completely blocking the view of anything else other then the nebula.

After we glide through a particular dense part, we break out into the open and there it is. It’s not really a space station as the other ones I have seen, but it’s more like a ring of different kinds of spaceships, all bound together through an intricate pattern of what can best be described as tubes. It looks like tubes have windows and I look at D’Var.

“Is this your home?”

He nods, squeezing my hand again. “Yes, this is our home. Or as the young ones like to call it: The Ring”

“It is like nothing I have ever seen! What is everything, and how does it work?” I look up at him taking in how he smiles, still looking at his home.

“Do you see the cylinders? Those are the hallways. They connect all the docking stations with the other docking stations and the living quarters.” He points at a couple of protrusions on the side of the cylinders, that appear to have windows. I marvel at it as D’Var continues.

“Every ship has a designated docking station. One station can hold up to three ships. The cylinders are called the tunnels, we use them to get to other parts of the Ring. The tunnels are big and there are also communal spaces built-in, like a place to eat, stalls for food, tools and weapons, a bathing place, a garden...”

I interrupt him joyfully: “A GARDEN?” He laughs bringing my hand to his mouth to kiss my knuckles.

“Yes, my mate. A garden. My mother will love to show it to you.” I smile shyly. I almost forgot I was about to meet his mother.

The ship makes a curve and D’Var ushers me to the bench.

“We better get seated, T’Rak is going to dock our ship.”

CHAPTER 22

D’Var

Home. Here it is. Right in front of me. The safest place in the galaxy, especially now that I am still by her side. I finally feel like I can breathe again. The presence of the spark is making my bond with L’Ren pulse. It is feeding the bond I have with her, as well as the bond to O’Rec and T’Rak. But while it is energizing my connection with my mate, it is calming my connection with my crew. As if to say that we can finally rest, now that we are home.

I look at my mate and feel the wonder coming off her. I hold her tight, because the docking is usually a bit bumpy in the end. She gives a little shriek when we dock, making me laugh. She blushes immediately; embarrassed by her little outburst and I hold her close to me.

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