I Don’t Want to Hear it

This little scene was inspired by a phrase prompt from the WriYe DreamWidth: Do not speak of your happiness.

It outlines how Jennifer meets the two aliens…


“Dead?” Shanmias asked, not bothering to hide his dismay at coming to yet another scene too late to be of any help.

Biting his lip, Trodlar reached out and touched the too-still form.  “Not yet,” he said, his eyes widening.  He grinned brightly as he looked up at his partner.  “She’s alive, Shan!”

“Great,” Shanmias said, crossing his arms over his chest.  “Do your thing, so she stays that way?”

Nodding briskly, Trodlar settled the girl on her back, being careful not to jar her in any way.  Their research showed that these people were delicate where their nerves were concerned.  If one was cut or torn, there was little chance of repairing it.

Once he had her laid out properly, Trodler drew his medical device out of his jacket and ran the attachment above her from head to toe.  After a moment, her eyes fluttered and opened.  Trodler grinned at her.  “Hello, human girl,” he said.

“Um… hello?” the girl said, blinking.

Chuckling softly, Trodlar helped her to a seated position.  “You had a very nasty fall, but you’re better now,” he explained.  “I’m Trodlar Brall.  My companion is Commander Shanmias Nook.”

“Jennifer Williams,” she said, looking from one to the other and back.  Grimacing, she shook her head.  “You… aren’t from around here.  Are you?”

Trodlar blinked.  “Why do you say that?” he asked, tilting his head to one side.

Jennifer moved shakily to her feet and looked from Shanmias to Trodlar again.  “Strange names… stranger clothes and… um, you’ve got tails,” she said.  “People don’t have tails.”

“No wonder you fell down the stairs,” Shanmias quipped.

Both Jennifer and Trodlar stared at him for a moment.  Then, Jennifer said, “I guess I’m lucky that you showed up when you did otherwise, who knows what might have happened to me.”

“We don’t… speak of things like that,” Trodlar said.  When Jennifer frowned in confusion, he added, “Speaking of things that make us happy… is bad luck.”

Jennifer looked thoughtful for a moment and then nodded.  “I’ll keep that in mind,” she said, her voice soft.

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