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The Stars at Night, are Big and Bright!
The East Texas wetlands were around them. The trip to Louisiana had found
a huddle of Faerie in the North of the state, but few in the South.
Katrina had taken care of that. Rob had decided after New York to first
head north briefly as far as Maine, then down the East Coast. When he had
completed the first circuit, he and the Council that had been formed of
the Faerie Queens would decide on a second junket, covering places that
as yet had not been touched.
They had returned Hyacinth to her home tribe when they passed through,
and all of them had greeted Blue Belle, the one who had once been Simon
Fulton and Lupine both from the Central Park tribe.
The trip had begun to wear on them though. Faerie are used to being able
to move around as they wished, and Lupine who had decided to travel with
them was the most antsy with Rose a close second.
The two younger ones, Blue Belle and Trillium were starting to feel it
too. Trillium had been a Fairy only about three months now and she had
taken to riding on Rob's shoulder when he drove.
"I'm worried about you, Rob," she said as they crossed the river into
Texas.
"Why?" Rob found that as long as she sat there quiet he could drive
without a problem. But when she talked he had to pay extra attention.
"Have you ever looked in a mirror when you've changed?"
He shook his head.
"Rose?" Trillium called. The older Fairy flew up, landing on his other
shoulder. "Describe what Rob looked like when he first changed."
She pondered. "Red hair shading to violet, olive complexion, chocolate
brown eyes," she recited.
"What does he look like now when he changes?"
This took longer. "Light red almost pink hair, dark complexion..." She
slowed down. "He's starting to look like you, Trillium."
Rob wanted to turn his head to look at the two girls, but resisted the
impulse. "Nonsense."
"Rob, you and Sam agreed that you look like the women you cared about. Or
like Trillium, one you had sexual desire for when you were younger." Rose
said. "I think what it is, is that you've become enamored of Trillium."
"Maybe I have. But that shouldn't make me change."
"But you do change. The next time we stop with a tribe, I want you to
look at yourself," Trillium said.
"Sure," he grunted. "Want something to drink?"
"Wine?" Rose asked hopefully.
"In your condition? Alcohol is supposed to be bad for you when you're
pregnant."
"Modern nonsense. A sip of wine helps settle your stomach."
"If that is what we need to get it to settle down, I want a gallon!"
Trillium replied.
He pulled over at a package store, buying a bottle of Rhine wine and a
six pack of canned beer for himself. He was somber as he drove on. The
next realm was about half an hour ahead.
They stopped, parking the car on one of the dirt roads, and walked out to
the forested area.
Rob almost chuckled, being greeted with a heavy Texas drawl by an
oriental girl cute as a button. He went through the now pretty much
automatic spiel. Introducing them to the Internet, and showing them how
to connect with the others they had contacted so far. Since New York, he
had added Playstation plus players, and movies. Like any group that had
never seen one before, they were entranced. After Richmond he had
actually ordered fifty copies of Ferngully and Alice in Wonderland just
so he could be sure they were in stock.
These girls understood when he said the batteries would die if they left
things on all night. Two of this tribe had joined after 1950, one just
three years earlier, so there was a computer literate person here.
That night, the entire tribe sat around, and finished two of the beers as
they watched the movies. The tribes contacted so far had agreed to using
the metric system because they had begun interacting with the large
humans more than at any time in ten millennia. The conversion meant a
subjective foot (What would be measured that if they were normal size)
averaged about 18 millimeters. Instead of talking about four inch heels
they were talking about six millimeter ones instead.
Rob discovered there is a serious advantage to being 100 millimeters tall
when you drink. A cup 4-mm to a side and 10 deep held about a cubic
centimeter, but was the equivalent in comparative volume to a pint. Three
would put just about anyone under the table.
Rob had been drinking for years, so he nursed his third, and thought
about having a fourth. He had drunk beer a lot of ways over the years.
Iced cold when he was still part of the world, warm, almost boiling, and
flat as a hobo. So it didn't bother him that it was getting warm and
flat. The Faerie hadn't worked out yet how to make beer in any quantity
They tended to sip it until they thought it was right, like the cook
making coco vin and getting blitzed on the sauce. While they had liked
the white wine, it was different from the ones they made themselves. He
had to agree, and had actually decided he liked the Morning Glory wine
he'd tried in LA better than most human ones.
Rose and Trillium were sitting off to the side, nursing their wines. He
had forbade them to have more than half of one of these cups, a little
over eight comparative ounces, and he had been surprised when they had
agreed without demur.
Trillium flew over, running her hand over the shapely shoulder Rob had as
a girl.
"You still don't see it," she murmured.
"Don't see what?"
She looked around, but except for those standing guard at the entry to
the den, the Faerie were asleep. No, drunk on their asses. "I should have
asked someone to do the mirror magic before they started drinking," she
said plaintively.
"Hell, from the way they attacked the brew, I think they probably haven't
stopped." He waved toward the hand made barrels in the corner of the dug
out pit. "They got what looks like about ten years worth for one person
of different wines."
She leaned forward. As a boy she had never drunk much before, and the
wine had hit her hard. "Rob, I want you to understand why I'm worried."
"What? That I am turning into a child molester?"
She set her cup down. "No, you're not!" She grabbed his head, holding him
by the bright neon pink hair. "You were nice to me when I was the gawky
kid that just needed some company. You and Sam took care of me through
four states!"
"We were travelling-"
"Nonsense." She snorted, then hiccupped. "I spent time with Sam after we
became this." She waved vaguely at her body. "While we were for you to
come out to the forest. He said you had wanted to head farther north when
we all met in Colorado. Toward Washington he said. But the minute I said
I had never seen Hollywood you all of a sudden changed directions like a
hawk spotting prey. He went along because you're a likable cuss, and he
kinda felt sorry for me."
"We both-"
"Don't say it. Oh you felt sorry, that's true." She sipped, setting the
cup down. "But every minute you spent around me, you tried to teach me
something. How many hobos do you give your famous Mulligan recipe to?"
"Well there's..." he considered. "I don't rightly know."
"Sam said that in the years he had known you never gave him the recipe.
But the first time I asked you walked me through it like you'd been
teaching cooking classes all your life. Mine was never as good as yours
was, but you always acted like it was the same." She shook her head,
leaning down, pressing her lips gently to his. "You were everything my
dad should have been and wasn't. You were supportive, strong, willing to
back me and what you said that last night I was a boy proves it. When you
found the Faerie and knew I could see them what did you do? You acted
immediately as an intermediary. You made sure I knew what would happen.
You did the same for Sam. That I would have understood. You've known him
a long time. But why put that effort into the little faggot with you?"
"You weren't a faggot."
Trillium leaned forward again, this time brushing her lips on his cheek.
"Rob, one reason I ran like hell away from home was I was starting to
like what he was doing. Maybe it was just resignation, but maybe..." She
looked into his eyes. "Maybe it was because I really was a queer."
"Don't say that. It's insulting. The correct term is gay or homosexual."
He drained the last of his beer. He thought about getting up to get more,
but Trillium chose that moment to flow into and over his lap, straddling
him. She handed him her cup, and he sipped it.
"Then let us assume I was gay inside. I didn't even think about what that
might have meant when I met you guys in that freight yard. It was
everything I was running away from.
"But traveling with you, having you care." She bit her lip, then her arms
were around his neck, her face mere millimeters from his. "If you had
given me a beer, held me like we are now, I probably would have gone to
your bed willingly."
"Even if I had been that way, I wouldn't have done it," Rob replied.
"You'd been used abused and hurt. I wasn't going to add to that."
"Don't you think I know it?" Her voice was husky. "Knowing that you might
be the one person I could love and you would never touch me for fear of
hurting me? If I could have made sure I would never be away from you,
that I would possibly have your love, I would have stayed human. You made
me feel like a human being for the first time in years." She closed her
eyes, head bowed. He felt tears hit his stomach, and she suddenly sobbed,
throwing herself around his neck.
"Remember what I said in Philadelphia?" she asked, her voice a breathy
whisper against his throat. "About what I would have wished for? A gentle
lover, who loved me?" She looked at him, tears blinding her. "Then I said
I wished it were the same person?" She gave a brittle laugh. "It was you
all the time and I didn't even realize it until we left Philly, Rob. You
put me on top. Not because that's your favorite position, but because if
it frightened me, I could get away. You put your own pleasure in my
hands. You would have stopped at any time, and I love you for that.
"That was right before the change Rose and I mentioned. You used to look
like an actress I saw in a movie named Grumpy Old Men, but much younger.
Sophia Loren I think is her name. I found pictures of her, and you looked
like she did in the fifties, back when she was at the height of her
beauty. But after Philly you started to change. You started to change
into...me."
"Hell you're a cute little girl. If you were sitting on a barstool in a
club I'd be looking with my tongue hanging out."
"Liar. Tell me how many ugly Fairy have you seen? For you this must be
like meeting a different bevy of Penthouse Playmates every day or so. Yet
I am what you started to look like."
He considered that. It wasn't surprising how many of the Faerie looked
like actresses pin-ups, or glamour girls. A lot of them had been young,
or attracted to women they saw in movies and magazines. What had
surprised him was how many looked like women that had never trod the
boards or modeled. There were women he would have never thought beautiful
represented. But they all had that inner beauty caused by someone taking
on the appearance of someone he had loved from afar.
"Let's just say Toni Braxton is a fox I'd like to meet. But so are Pam
Greer, Beyonce Knowles, and Felicia Rashad, if you leave out other
races."
She looked at him, nodding gently, her chin firm. "All right, mister. You
just wait."
*****
Just the other side of Houston, he found out what she meant. They had
gotten him into the narrow caves they used here, and Queen Myrtle had
been closeted with the girls from the car for almost an hour.
"Sir, your friends have asked that we take a departure from what is
normal. They ask that I blindfold you, and you pick the woman whose kiss
wins your heart."
"Well, I don't know what those four have been planning, but allright."
Rob immediately discovered that while kissing games as a kid-even as an
adult can be fun, not many consider the concept when you're both naked
and the women are especially nubile. He tried to concentrate on the lips,
but a lot of them rubbed their bodies against him, their breasts sliding
back and forth to excite his own. He stopped the procession, and they
started again. This time no jiggling, no grinding. Pressing close, hands
rubbing on backs, open mouths with tongues, well okay.
When a girl felt really good in his arms, he would hold up his hand, and
she would be moved aside. Once they had all kissed him, only the ones he
had tagged went the second time.
It was hard, and he was too by the time he'd cycled through them all
about four times. It was down to three by then. The one that he felt for
the most was a little handful that kissed him shyly, even delicately the
first time. But as he pushed the embrace, she had moaned, and it went to
a kiss that would get a movie an R rating without even trying.
"All right, this one," he finally said.
There was a chorus of female laughter. "Close your eyes," Myrtle ordered.
He did so, and the mask was removed. "Now open them."
He did, then shook his head and grinned. Trillium looked up at him eyes
glowing. "Gotcha smart-ass."
"All right, you win."
She kissed him again. "Ladies, one of you other two gets him for the
night. But he's mine the rest of the time."
*****
He had started picking up small bottles of wine to bring as they went
farther. Harder than anyone but a Southerner would imagine, because Texas
is a hodgepodge of wet and dry counties, where you can and can't buy
alcohol. Rose and Lupine had spent several tiddly evenings trying
different varieties he had gotten, and by the time they got to
Brownsville, they had chosen three different types of wine. Sangria,
Leibfraumilch, and of all things, a Shiraz.
The trip was long and winding. Texas is larger than a lot of countries,
and while there are few national parks, there are areas where Faerie
Realms had formed without that protection. He pulled into downtown
Brownsville and he took a cab out to the Palo Alto Battlefield. Site of a
battle between the United States and Mexico that had started the Mexican
American War, it was a haven to almost 300 Faerie.
He climbed out of the cab, opening the now ever present camera bag. The
girls stuck out their heads, ready to duck down if anyone noticed them.
Ahead was a woman and her family at a picnic, and she looked at him,
started to look away, then her head snapped around to look again. He
noticed it, but he had to hurry. The local Faerie always dove for cover
when a lot of people were here, and he had to meet the Queen and set up a
rendezvous.
It didn't take long. He was going back to the car when he saw the woman
standing on the path, waiting.
He paused. She looked embarrassed, and that heartened him. Slowly he came
forward.
"You travel with them." It wasn't a question.
"With whom?" he asked.
"The Faerie. I saw them in your camera bag." He nodded. She brightened, a
dazzling smile lit her face.
"Maybe you can talk to them. I want to ask them something."
"Ask yourself." He set the bag on a stump, and unzipped it. The girls
stuck their heads out. She walked over hesitantly. "Hello my dear
beauties."
The girls chorused hellos. Trillium lifted up, standing on the edge. She
reached down, and Rose who was now showing lifted up to join her. The
woman reached out hesitantly. Both allowed her stroke their hair.
"Why are you away from home like that?" she admonished. "Where are your
husbands?"
"We don't have men," Rose replied levelly. "The father of my child is
Trillium." She motioned toward the girl. "And the father of her child is
the man beside you."
The woman looked up. Rob shrugged. "Long story."
"My mama told me about Faerie when I was a kid. But she never mentioned
why they were all girls in her books," the woman whispered. "Sorry. I'm
Rhona Cunningham."
"Rob," he said. "Haven't used a last name in almost twenty years."
"Pleased to meet you."
"And these here are Trillium, Rose, Blue Belle and Lupine."
"I am so glad to meet you all," she said. "Mama always told us about
meeting Faerie. She said the local clan was led by one named Silverrod?"
"Was until five years back. A rabid dog killed Silverrod."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Maybe that was why they stopped visiting." She
whispered. "When we were old enough to walk and understand, she'd take us
children into the woods. If we saw them, she would take us again and
again. Always blindfolded, so no one would be able to find their way back
if we turned mean.
"I saw them. So did a brother and two cousins. We all wished we could
find them." She began to cry.
Rob patted her on the back, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, and lit
one. It had been finished when she finally looked up.
"I'm sorry. I just wished... I don't know if they can help..." She wiped
her face, standing. "I'm sorry I bothered you."
"Help with what?" Lupine asked. The New York Irish accent seemed to jar
the woman.
"Mama had a stroke. She was paralyzed." She sobbed again. "We didn't have
the money to support her. None of us did. We had to put her in a state
hospital but all they could do is keep her alive. She was wasting away
before our eyes. I visited her when I could, but there was nothing I
could do, nothing any of us could do to help.
"About a year ago, right before she had another stroke, she whispered
'find them' to me. I asked what she meant, but she wasn't coherent. Then
the second stroke. She's in a coma now, and they don't think she'll come
out of it." She looked at him, at the Faerie, eyes pleading. "If they can
save her, I'll give anything. I'll." She clenched her hand. "I'll give my
own life. Please."
All of them were silent. "I think we can," Rose said. "Such things as
strokes don't hurt us. Blue Bell doesn't have that Hemophilia any more."
Her pronunciation made it five words.
"Shall we ask the Queen?" Rose asked.
Robe stood, picking up the bag. "Come with me, Rhona."
*****
Rob sat in the car, waiting. He had never liked hospitals, especially
this kind. People paid because they felt guilty, and there was never
enough staff to take care of everybody. His mom had died in a place like
this.
*****
"This way," Trillium said. She led a dozen Faerie from the Palo Alto
clan. They reached the grate on the air conditioning plant, and they set
to work, prying it off. Two of them went in through a door a maintenance
man had propped open for a quick smoke, and flew directly to the room
where the woman was.
Rob had bought them a lot of small screwdrivers, and with Trillium's help
they worked out how to do it pretty quick.
The vent was huge to them. Big enough for two to fly in echelon. They
dropped into the hospital, flying down until they reached the proper
floor. The vent there had been loosened, and the women used black widow
spider silk braided into ten strand lines that easily supported the
weight. They lowered it to the floor, and all flew down to rest on the
bed.
The Faerie looked around nervously. The place was sterile and cold.
"The metal tubes would make excellent homes if they weren't so... cold,"
Catfoot said.
"We'll talk to Rob about that. He and Dandelion in California have been a
veritable font of information," Trillium said.
"How many more of them are there here?" Rue asked.
"According to Rob about fifty."
"They treat their elderly this way?" Asked Hawkweed in horror. She waved
toward the woman on the bed. She looked shrunken, as if her skin belonged
to a much larger woman.
"Unlike us, they grow feeble as they get older," Lupine said. "When they
get old it costs more to keep them alive."
"I can't bear it!" Green Dragon said. "Must we leave the others here?"
"What are you suggesting?" Trillium asked.
"Let's take them all!"
"You're insane," Trillium snapped. "What if they cannot make the change?
Would you condemn a feeble person to wander around naked, unable to take
care of themselves? What have they done to deserve such treatment?"
"What have they done to deserve the treatment they get at human hands?"
Rue demanded.
"They got old." Trillium sighed. She looked at the woman, picturing Rob
laying there, wasting away before her eyes. "Sisters, I swear to you all,
if they find a way for a larger number to cross over, I will come back
and we will empty this place!"
With all of them except for Trillium helping, they could give the woman a
dozen bites, and when she had shrunk enough, the new Fairy could be
directed up into the vents. The one that had no glamour at the moment
would act as guides.
The tools now became pointers, laid in the vent system to guide the
escapees out.
*****
"Drive!" Trillium shouted. He hit the automatic windows, and pulled away.
"What's the matter?"
She laughed, as did the other raiders. A hysterical mixture of terror and
relief.
"Some nurse came in, screamed about bugs, and ran out," Lupine roared.
"We had just reduced her, so we got out of there fast!"
"What about Cunningham?"
"My daughter's married name is Cunningham," an attractive brunette fairy
said.
"Rhona?"
"You know her?"
"Lady, when we got there I expected to pick up you," Rob growled.
Trillium was morose. "Rob, we wanted to bring them all! You should have
seen-"
"I know." He snapped. He drove in silence for a long while. "My mom died
in a place like that. It was what caused me to go on the road." He
shrugged. "I understand why you wanted to, believe me."
"I promised..."
"To do a mass bust out?"
"If we find it is possible."
Silence slid by. "Just let me know. I'll have to rent a bigger car when
we do."
*****
"So that's what it is ma'am," Rob told her. "You can live out a life with
the Faerie of this realm. Not a piddling little seventy or eighty years
but one measured in centuries if you're careful. But it's your choice. If
you want to die with dignity, you can. We'll get you back to the hospital
before you change and grow back to what we would consider normal size.
You can go back to dying if that's what you want."
Margaret Bell, who was Rhona's mother nodded. She was petite, long brown
hair running down her back, and tended to be dumpy. But she was
attractive in her own way. Rob was suddenly reminded of Robert Heinlien's
comment in the book The Moon is a Harsh Mistress. 'There are no ugly
women. Some are just better looking than others'. She reminded him of
lazy summer afternoon, warm fresh baked bread, and loving hugs. She
reminded him of his mother so much that it hurt.
"So, what must I do to keep this form?"
"You must make love as two people do. Our way of shrinking humans is
linked to our sexuality," Queen Sorrel explained the process.
"There is more. You must be loved as a woman by another Fairy to remain
Faerie. There is no other way."
"But I get to make love as a woman first, right?"
"That is correct."
She walked forward. "Rob, it was you that saved me. Wanted to save us
all. May I have the honor?"
He bowed. "The honor is mine."
*****
Rhona took the message, though it didn't mean much. 'Expect a visitor
after dark. Make sure no one sees her'.
She had chivvied them all off to bed. She poured a cup of coffee, and
waited, smoking impatiently, chewing her nails.
"I'm not sure what bothers me most, dear. The smoking, the coffee, or the
nails," a familiar voice said.
She looked down at the tiny figure standing on the table. Two pair of
delicate wings fluttered, then folded. She bent down, her face inches
from the woman. "Mama?"
*****
KIDNAPPING OR ESCAPE?
Joshua Evans, Brownsville Gazette
Brownsville TX. The Seaside State hospital has admitted that an eighty-
four year old patient in the geriatric ward either woke up and walked
out, or was kidnapped last night, leading to a frantic manhunt, which has
found nothing yet. Three doctors and fifteen nurses have been suspended
pending an investigation.
Margaret Bell, well known author and artist of children's books suffered
a stroke four years ago, and has been hospitalized ever since. Last year
she suffered another stroke, and has been in a coma since.
The police have reported that there is only one reason given for a
possible kidnapping, the removal of vents into the air conditioning
system. However they point out that it would take someone in reasonable
condition to crawl through them, and moving an unconscious would be
difficult if not impossible.
The hospital had no answers, and has refused to talk to the press pending
the possibility of litigation.
This reporter has contacted the family, and while most of her relatives
were appalled, a few seem almost bemused by the incident.
"Aunt Maggie always loved Houdini's works. If anyone could have figured a
way to get out of there," quipped Charles Xavier her grandnephew.
Rhona Cunningham her youngest daughter seemed to be the most
philosophical. I met her at her home, where she was attaching a new water
pump to the birdbath in front of her home.
"She gave freely when she wrote, and feels the same still." The birdbath,
a fairy kneeling to cup a handful of water, is based on one of her first
books. "Mama is in a better world now. But she still comes to visit."
While several of the family members have vowed to file suit Mrs.
Cunningham her older Brother Derrick, and cousins Morgan and Charles
Xavier refuse to join them. "Mama wouldn't have wanted us to do that and
they all know that. She always felt that suing someone over every little
thing was stupid."
The Texas Department of Public Safety has brought in teams of corpse dogs
on the chance that the woman was taken for a darker purpose but so far...
BOOK NEWS
Rhona Cunningham, daughter of famed children's book writer Margaret Bell
has announced the release later this year of 'What it is like to be
Faerie' The compiled notes of her mother on the care and feeding of your
average Fairy. Dos and don'ts of gardening when Faerie live in your area,
and how to greet them if they come to call.
The books will be in stores around February of next year.
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