"Surrender"

[Avery Tynte 0]

"Surrender"

 

Ty and Naara

 

Naara sat on the edge of her bed, crying. Her doctor -- her doctor -- had been in the arms of that woman! What in the gods' names would she do?

 

Avery walked down the corridors of the Arcadia. He knew Miranda meant well, but this had to be the worst things had gotten between him and the green one. He turned a corner and chimed at the door in front of him.

 

No response. Naara didn't hear it, or else her mind phased it out completely.

 

He chimed it again. "Naara, open the door."

 

"Go to Tanlanshaar!" Even with the peppering of Orion, the meaning was clear.

 

Avery was not sure what Tanlanshaar was, but he was pretty sure it was not a vacation resort. "Open the door Naara." His voice was soft, displaying none of the stress that was apparent when he first came to the door.

 

She pulled herself up, storming to the door, leaning against the frame as it opened. "What do you want, Doctor Tynte?" Businesslike. Too businesslike.

 

He entered, gently brushing her aside. "I want to talk, Naara." He stopped in the middle of the room. "We need to talk."

 

"I understand." Waving him off, "You're involved with Doctor Porter."

 

Again, Avery knew Miranda meant well. "No, I am not and never was."

 

"Liar."

 

Avery gestured towards her comm badge. "Call her, ask. Ask her, ask Andrea. Hell, ask Aaron."

 

She scowled at him. "I don't believe you. Or them."

 

Avery walked nearer to her. "Trust me, Naara. Have I ever lied to you?" Again, his voice was soft, warm....loving.

 

She started sniveling again, leaning forward and into his arms. "You haven't... maybe."

 

He accepted her into his arms. "No, I haven't."

 

"But... I could see why you would like her over me. She's intelligent, beautiful, and she's so job-oriented. Nothing like me..." Her face fell, and she shrugged slightly.

 

Avery touched his fingers to Naara's chin, gently lifting her head. "Job-oriented, yes. Intelligent, you are far smarter then you give yourself credit. Beauty..." He trailed off, smiling.

 

Naara smiled, a touch of evil working its way into her features. "Beauty?"

 

"Some of us are just blessed." He pulled her closer, feeling the warmth of her skin against his. "Naara, there is no one else."

 

He was well aware of the absurdity of that statement, as, truly, there was no ‘them’ either.

 

The Orion's eyes widened slightly. "'Else'? Does that mean there is 'one' to begin with?"

 

He looked into her eyes, he had fought so long, so hard to keep himself away from these situations. "You tell me."

 

She nodded. "Of course there is. It's been that way from the first time I saw you."

 

"Infatuation is not...." He trailed off.

 

"You think that's all there is for me, Avery? Infatuation?" She looked downwards, unable to meet his eyes. I...love you."

 

"Love...." Avery repeated the word.

 

She blinked back another tear. "It's hard to believe, I'm sure."

 

Again, he lifted her chin. "Not hard to believe." He sighed, blinking back a tear of his own. "Hard to..." He trailed off again, obviously unwilling to revisit an old, sore, topic.

 

"Could you ever love me, Avery? The little Orion sex kitten who flirted with you on an alien station?" She looked deep into his eyes, deeper than she ever had before.

 

"I could love the woman that sex kitten is." He returned the gaze.

 

"Could you?" A trace of a smile pulled at her lips.

 

"Only one way to find out..." They were close enough that he could feel her breath warm on his face.

 

Their noses gently brushed against one another's as their lips connected in the dim light, the door to Naara's quarters lightly swishing shut as the two moved away from the exit to the room.

 

Edited May 18, 2006 by Avery Tynte