a tale in weekly parts
Xander really was too young to have to deal with this kind of thing. At breakfast the next morning, he decided to enlist some help.
He spoke to his father. “There’s something I need to talk to you about, Dad,” he said.
“What is it?” his mother asked.
“No, Mum; it’s boy stuff. I know you’re the best mum in the world, but I wouldn’t feel comfortable talking to you about it.”
“That’s alright, Son,” his father said, “your mother understands that, don’t you, Mother?”
“Yes, Al. Of course I do. It’s just a pity that Alice or whatever she’s calling herself these days, never had the chance, or never chose to confide in me. I could have helped her, you know.”
“I know, Madge, I know,” Al said then, turning to Xander, “walk with me to work, lad. We’ll talk on the way.”
“I don’t want to be late for school, Dad,” Xander said.
“Happen you’ll find a way of getting around that, lad. Come on, let’s go.”
The pair marched off toward the office where Al worked.
“How’s the new job going, Dad?” Xander asked, “It’s such a shame you lost the last one over that silly argument about time travel.”
“Well, I wasn’t going to let them get away with all the nonsense they were talking, was I? But the new job is good. I’ve had a promotion already.”
“Wow. What did Mum say about that?”
“I’ve not told her yet, Son, and I’ll thank you not too, either. I want to tell her in my own time, in my own way; and it won’t be until I’m sure it’ll work out.”
“What have they got you doing now?”
“Well; and keep this strictly to yourself; it seems the firm is looking to buy up some of the competition, as well as a few smaller firms. Diversification, you see. I am responsible for two parts of these takeovers: due diligence and compliance.”
“I have no idea what either of those mean.”
“Neither do I, lad,” Al replied, “not yet, anyway. But I will. Mark my words, I will. Now, what did you want to talk to me about?”
“I need to tell you something, Dad; but I have to know you won’t fly off the handle. I need help to think about it calmly and rationally.”
“Sounds ominous. What is it?”
“You remember what Jarvis did to your mother?”
“Yes, made her pregnant with me.”
“That’s right. You inherited your mother’s humanity and Jarvis’s bitek state. Then you fathered Kr’veth’neq’is and me.”
“And you are both three-parts human, but more active in the bitek division than ever I was. I’ve spoken with Albert about that; he says it’s not like a recessive gene, it’s more that the bitek needed another generation to mature.”
“Yeah, he’s probably right. Anyway, Kr’veth’neq’is told me that she’s pregnant with a little boy, and Albert says he’s responsible. You know what that means, don’t you?”
“It means,” Al suggested, “that her son and I will have the same father. I will be the boy’s grandfather and his brother, so he will be his own great-uncle. You will be his uncle and his nephew; I will be your sister’s son-in-law and her father, and you will be her step-grandson, as well as her brother.”
“And that’s just the start. Imagine the effect of injecting extra bitek into one of us.”
“Never mind that. I want to know how he did it. Did he rape her? Because if he did, bitek or not, he’ll have me to deal with.”
“No, Dad. I asked Albert. He said there was no sexual stuff involved; they just modified her body while she was sleeping. Don’t ask me how, though. I’ve told him that as far as I’m concerned, doing that without her knowledge and consent is as bad as rape, though he can’t see it.”
“What does your sister have to say about it?”
“I haven’t spoken to her since she told me. She’s gone off to think.”
“Can you get her back?”
“I can try.”
“Do that. We’ll have a family meeting to sort this out once and for all.”
By this time, they had reached the door to Al’s work. He walked into his office, and Xander phased himself to school, arriving just in time for the bell that signalled the start of his day.