CUPID IN SPACE
A story about the tv show, Cupid
by Steve 0yervidez
"The dream is always the same, even though it never sticks with
me... not the details anyway..."
A woman's voice spoke against a dark, infinite night. Then suddenly,
there were strange colors, dim in the blackness, moving and twisting.
voice continued to recount the dream.
"We're traveling, hurtling through this endless vacuum. And then,
there are stars. My heart beats faster as they pass. I can feel them,
without my body. Like they're the only things left..."
Suddenly points of light appear in that vast darkness, some shifting
closer, passing by on either side.
"Hurtling through space. Not an unexpected dream, considering.
But somehow... it's like I'm holding my breath, or waiting to breathe,
waiting for the first touch of air, of open sky, like something I've
felt. I can't feel my body anymore. But I know I'm moving... And then
it appears, beautiful in the distance..."
Suddenly a pinpoint of extremely bright, distant light flares into
existence. Stars are still racing past nearby, but the light is further
yet getting closer.
"It's this pure, incredible light. The kind of light that fills
every corner of your soul. Lifting you, sending you soaring across the
stars. As that gorgeous light gets closer, I wonder for a second if I'm
dying, if reaching it would be the end. But then I realize, maybe
reaching it would be the beginning..."
The stationary light suddenly blossomed brighter for a brief moment,
set against the dark star filled sky. And then it started to shift
sideways, moving quickly amongst the falling stars, trailing a tail
behind it like a comet.
"It's only then that the light starts moving. And I understand
I'm not going towards it, it is coming towards me. And I'm afraid...
Sparks start falling, obscuring the stars..."
Yellow points of sparks fell even closer than the passing stars,
growing thick, blocking out everything. The distant bright light is
suddenly coming head on, racing past the sparks, knocking them aside,
before it suddenly moves aside and out of sight.
"And then... Fireworks."
The stars stop moving, going still against the backdrop of space. Then
in the void before them, huge, colorful explosions suddenly burst to
life, crisscrossing the starry night sky, blossoming in brilliant
colors like flowers.
"Something white, soft... twists and flutters past my sight. But
it's too close. I can't see what it is. And for a moment... I feel at
peace. But then the fireworks fade, turning into plain, ordinary
lights. Lights I see everyday."
Ceiling lights flickered on across an arching, smoothly fitted, metal
ceiling, gently recessed within the metal to give a clean,
efficient glow. Across the room, a pair of computer screens powered up,
accompanied by a low, comforting hum of energy from high tech
machinery. More displays
glowed brighter and came to life. The sequence seemed almost like a
living being waking up. The activity moved in a wave along the walls of
the circular room, blinking, system after system switching
Between two screens, a smooth
rectangular recess was fronted with glass, revealing only darkness. And
then slowly, a light grew in the shadows within, revealing an upright
mattress, covered with a swirl of sheets, a pillow, and the slender,
beautiful figure of a woman. As the light slowly grew around the edge
of the mattress, her shape became more defined beneath the sheets,
lying unconcerned against the vertical mattress.
"And then the dream is gone, and in the end I have to let it go.
And face the day..."
In the wall nearby, suddenly a metal panel slid smoothly upward, a
mechanical bar swinging out with clothing, a towel.
"... and all the reality that implies."
Within the recess, the woman looked like she was floating in water, the
black tresses of her hair waving effortless through the air beside her
serene, sleeping face was resting comfortably, floating black against
her ivory skin. Her body shifted under the vertical sheets, still
asleep. The entire bed was still upright within the recess, standing on
its end. But the woman lay perfectly flat against it, not falling
downward at all.
Across the room, a red light blinked rapidly, and yet another small
recess slid aside to reveal a waiting cup, that was quickly filled with
a dark, black liquid, warm steam rising.
Beside the rectangular glass recess across the room, one of the monitor
screens began to blink as well, words flashing across its surface. WAKE
UP INITIALIZING. FIELD MATCHING IN PROGRESS.
Within the recess, the woman's floating shape... almost imperceptibly
began to move. Everything began to fall gently sideways onto her
sleeping form, as if getting heavier. Her hair fell soft beside her
face. The sheets that had been loosely nestled around her body seemed
to cling more carefully, sideways against her upright form.
The screen display in the wall beside her suddenly glowed green,
switching to form the word MATCHED. There was a soft hiss, and the
glass recess that enclosed the mattress slid aside, disappearing into
"Sometimes it's hard to wake up. To come back to real life..."
Mechanical motors whirred quietly behind the upright mattress, the
woman still resting effortlessly against it as if it were perfectly
normal. Then the mattress began to move. The displayed on the wall
beside the recess changed again to LEVELING. Slowly the mattress was
sliding out, the bottom edge moving faster than the top, so that the
angle of the mattress gently changed from vertical to horizontal as it
entered into the room. The screen kept track, numbers scrolling down,
an image of the bed shifting angles until it started to become parallel
to the floor below, settling, until finally...
There was a comfortable sigh from the woman's lips. Her eyes fluttered
open and she woke up, her brown irises staring up at the ceiling above
her. Then from the ceiling came a computer voice, speaking in a
strangely comforting, yet androgynous voice.
"Good morning, Dr. Allem..."
Claire Allen rose out of bed, still trying to wake up. Once she left
the mattress, it slid back, going quietly vertical again, moving into
"It's not Allem, it's Allen." she corrected for what seemed like the
"Yes, Dr. Allem..."
She reached out without looking, grabbing the cup of coffee in the
small wall alcove without thought as she passed, done out of habit. She
yawned, speaking to the air.
The glass recess behind her changed again, the mattress sliding away
and completely sealed off as it was replaced by tile walls on all the
other three sides. Nozzles open up above, and a soft mist cascaded down
in the now confined recess in the wall.
Claire sighed. "Never waits for me to get in..." she muttered.
Ignoring the running shower, Claire instead walked towards a bare wall,
smooth and metallic.
"Sometimes it's easier to accept the facade of what is. Than to
come to grips with the fact that this home... isn't."
She pushed a button on the bare wall, and another panel slid aside,
revealing a portal, darkness beyond it, stars glinting, and sliding
A device glowed, edged by blue lines of light. The small display came
on and a music began to play, filling the air. It was just a few guitar
chords for several measures, as Claire turned from the starry view to
start her day, listening. Then a voice began to sing.
Last time I talked to you, you were lonely and out of place.
You were looking down on me, lost out in space...
"So we're all out here
searching, searching for our new home. Outcasts, roaming amongst the
The bridge deck was quiet,
blinking with lights, dazzling to the uninitiated, but familiar to the
crew which worked there, every display in the dim light full of
meaning. Everything was smooth, futuristic, alive with screens of
graphical illumination. A crew member looked away from the huge
view port before him, switching his gaze to his display and away from
the stars streaming by. Something blinked brightly on his display, and
a tall man came to stand at his shoulder, waiting in anticipation, but
still looking at the stars. The crew member seemed almost bored,
reading displays, manipulating controls. Then he looked to the man
standing beside him, well practiced in what he had said hundreds of
"Dropping out of FTL,
Captain. We've arrived."
"Very well, ensign..."
The ensign shook his head
with a smile, wondering why they even bothered with those old titles
anymore. The woman's voice continued to narrate.
"But in the end, I
guess what we're really looking for is meaning. Isn't that what any
home really is, no matter how long it takes to find it?"
Suddenly the stars went still
outside the ship, going into the unbelievable distances far away, and
the next moment the dim interior of the bridge was bathed in a
light. As one, the whole crew looked up from their stations, watching
out the huge view port in wonder, in anticipation.
Space was filled with a
sprawling vista, a swarm of beautiful color illuminated by a bright,
distant star, glaring in the system the had just arrived in. It was
beautiful, a canvas of color. Then, the massive bulk of the ship came
into view, gliding serenely, huge beyond belief and sparkling with
lights. As it moved towards the sun, orange rays of light shot past it
in beams, outlining it there as the sun shone through stellar dust. The
giant ship flew effortlessly, turning slightly in the bright swath of
color streaming past it.
"Twelve degrees to starboard
ensign.... There it is."
The shadows shifted on the
bridge as the ship turned, and suddenly more displays came to life.
There was a planet there, beautiful in the silent star field of space.
The music was still playing, a man singing, as the Captain nodded,
content. "Start it..."
We laid underneath the
stars, Strung out and feeling brave
The ensign and the rest of
the crew got to work. After a few seconds, invisible energy was criss
crossing through space, probing, scanning. The Captain and everyone
else seemed to pause with anticipation. Several screens started
flashing the same word as they waited, the computer updating.
Everyone waited, able to do
nothing else. Out of nowhere, the woman continued to speak, as the scan
"But like anytime you
try to find answers in life.... the journey is often filled with
Suddenly the screens changed, and all eyes on the bridge switched to
them, waiting hopefully. But then, the displays came back with a new
word, and as one, the crew seemed to lower their eyes, hope lost.
Everyone fell back into their chairs in disappointment, even the
Captain's shoulders dropped. With a sigh, he looked away from the
planet, issuing orders. "Ok. You know the drill. Takes us further out
to system edge near the Oort cloud, so we can set up the next hop."
"Yes, sir." The ensign replied dispiritedly.
The huge ship was a shadow as it turned, still caressed in the glow of
the sun, but now, it seemed almost mournful, as if it were a living
thing, looking for something it hadn't found. Sadly it flew towards the
edge of the system, leaving the beautiful vista and the planet behind.
I watched the red orange
glow, I watched you float away...
In her quarters still getting ready for her day, Claire was at the
window, sunlight on her face. But then, the ship began to turn away,
like it had a hundred times before at a hundred other planets, and then
she knew. When her ship information display beeped behind her, she
didn't even need to turn around to read it, already knowing what it
said. Like everyone else on the ship, she turned from the new planet,
The woman's voice continued.
"Still... life goes on. As it must. We all find ways to continue.
To make things seem as normal as possible. Even in the most non normal
of circumstances, we all find ways to gather comfort, stability, trying
to regain those things that remind us of old lives... And yet, some
things it seems, never really change."
Claire was walking down a crowded, street wide hallway on the massive
ship, one like so many others. The air was buzzing with activity as she
read a small news pad glowing in her hands. Its bright text scrolled
with constant information, blinking about the recent strike by the
sewage workers union, or new rises in compartment rental costs, the
current ship wide political race, or latest holo-entertainments
announcements. She sighed, bumped and jostled in the confusion of the
main thoroughfare, but more than used to it. Claire paused, everyone
else flowing past her as she looked up. But she saw only the ceiling
lights of the ship, as her nose tickled with the aromas of 'outdoor'
cafes. In the end, the passageway was as big and crowded as any city
Down here in the
atmosphere, Garbage and city lights
You've gone to save your tired
soul, You've gone to save our lives...
Claire was seated in front of an assemblage of people, all of them
facing her as she conducted her singles group, doling out advice with
every eye in the room on her. She was in her element, laughing with
them, smiling. She had seen all those faces so many times, calming
fixtures in her life.
"It always seems that people, no matter where they live, or how
long they evolve, will always have the same difficulties, the same
yearnings, the same failings, the same problems they have always had
through time. Being out here, in a cold void in the middle of nowhere,
hasn't changed the flaws that make us human. Or the need to connect
with someone, to find someone to love..."
Suddenly the joviality of the room paused, as the lights dimmed
momentarily, as the ship's power shifted. Within a second they could
feel the massive ship turning suddenly around them, feel it in the deck
beneath their feet, almost imperceptible but there. Claire looked
towards the ceiling, recognizing all the telltale signs, all the small
indicators. So to her, it was no surprise when suddenly the alarms rang
out, indicating the ship was under attack, yet again.
"Like I said, some things never change. Until... they do."
All across the hallways of the massive ship, people were running. Crew
members were taking battle stations. Lights flashed red on every deck.
Suddenly a bridge report came over the intercom, warning of incoming
fighters. The ship's artificial A.I. was already working, routing power
into weapons, sending massive amounts of energy into shields which
began to form invisibly around the ship's hull in the cold of space.
Weapon after weapon trained outwards along its surface into the starry
depths, away from the streaming glow of the nearby sun as the ship
turned to bring more guns to bear.
In her group, Claire's brow furrowed, slightly worried that they were
under attack again. With one last sympathetic glance at her group, she
got up from her chair, telling them to go back to their quarters. She,
however, was doing no such thing. She was going to the bridge to see
what was going on.
The Captain was tense now, standing behind one of the crewmen as he
leaned down and looked into the status display glowing red before both
of them, ignoring for a moment the vast view port stretching before
them. The handsome, silver haired man was all business, terse and to
the point as he spoke
"What's the count..." he asked simply, his brow furrowed the same as
Claire's had been.
"Twenty six, twenty nine, now... still incoming, sir. Twenty seconds
out..." The young woman replied.
The Captain straightened up on the dim bridge, now gazing out the view
port at the shining cluster of moving points of light that had appeared
in the distance, glowing brighter as they twisted ever closer to the
"Engage at will, all batteries..."
Colored shafts of weapons fire arced out like luminous rain, shifting
direction to try to catch the incoming fighters. But the vast majority
of the shots missed, only a few explosions hitting in the attacking
cluster. The small points of light were dodging faster than the guns
"No joy, Captain. As usual,
they're just too fast..."
"And our squadrons?"
"Still grounded and under
repair after their last attack."
The Captain nodded to himself, resolve on his hard face. "This is gonna
be a rough one."
In the hallway outside, Claire tried to keep her balance as the massive
ship, which had always seemed so unshakable... shook. Alarms blared
everywhere. She was almost to the bridge, turning a corner where two
sentries suddenly pointed their assault rifles at her head when they
spotted her. They quickly lowered their weapons when they saw who it
was, waving her frantically through. One thing Claire Allen definitely
had, was bridge privileges. The ship shook again, a smaller one this
time. Claire tried to keep her pulse down, turning a corner into the
darkened bridge, before freezing at what she saw happening in silence
outside of the ship.
On the bridge, everyone seemed calm, the ship occasionally shaking in
the quiet. But silent through the view port, a fierce battle twisted
sparkled in a maelstrom of light and motion. Claire swallowed. It all
seemed so simple below decks, but the ship's A.I. was putting up one
hell of a fight outside. The woman seated next to the Captain was
counting something down. The Captain still hadn't seen Claire there at
the back of the vast room. She moved closer to the view port, amazed at
the ship's massive firepower, and the ferocity of the battle.
"Twenty two, twenty one fighters now... Shields down, port quarter.
Hull taking damage." The female crewman spoke with a calmness Claire
certainly didn't feel as she walked up to them through the dozens of
stations across the wide bridge.
The Captain, however, took it in stride. "Send Damage teams down there.
Turn our injured side away from the attack vector and keep up the guns
on--... Oh. Hello, honey."
Claire was amazed at the simple smile the Captain gave her. "Hello,
He gazed fondly at her, trying to sound reassuring. It was completely
ineffective because of the dizzying battle visible through the view
stretching behind him. "Don't worry, honey. We got it under control..."
Claire's recorded voice continued to speak, the song continuing with
"There's always adversity in life. Always things that challenge
you, challenge your perceptions. Always has been, I guess. We still
have to deal with challenges to live. And be surprised at our own
resilience. But then again, the things challenging us, can be surprised
by their own resilience too..."
"Conn... Contact. We have a second contact, another wave at 241 mark
"Damn it all! Shunt our reserves and prepare--" Captain Allen started
issuing orders, the tension ratcheting up on the bridge at the new
sensor contact. Claire tried to look past the battle, gazing out into
the stars, searching for it.
I turned on the radio, To
find you on satellite
I'm waiting for this sky to
fall, I'm waiting for a sign. All we are, is all so far...
Standing on the bridge, Claire's eyes searched across the stars. And
then she spotted it, one stationary light, flaring brighter for a
moment. Finally it was moving sideways across the heavens, trailing a
sparkling tail like a comet.
"And then I recognized it. Spotted it for the first time. Felt it
deep inside my heart. Something, that until that moment, I thought had
only existed in my dreams..."
Leaning in over the shoulder of the ensign on the darkened bridge, the
Captain's face was lit with the display screen glow from the
workstation. He reached down and pressed a button, but looking back out
through the wide vista of the large bridge window, staring out into the
starry field stretching beyond, where the battle continued to rage. It
was a thousand swarming, robotic blips, against one lone defender,
weaving and firing among them. On the communication frequency he had
just opened, the Captain finally called out to the pilot.
"Ship, ID yourself..."
Suddenly, a laugh came through the speakers in response, transmitted
from the lone ship. "Don't worry, children. Daddy's home."
Without a concern in the world, the small, distant fighter glowed
brighter, weaving expertly through the maelstrom, rolling and firing
shafts of colored light, quickly taking out attacker after attacker.
From the way the fighter was weaving and dodging, it was obvious that
the pilot was an expert flier. Standing by her father on the twilight
bridge, Claire smiled at what she saw, the joy and exuberance of it.
Not saying anything, there was admiration in her eyes.
You're falling back to me,
the star that I can see,
I know you're out there, somewhere out there
In one last, effortless maneuver, the small fighter destroyed the last
of the attackers, flying through the expanding fireball while doing a
triumphant victory roll. Everyone on the bridge cheered, clapping, all
happy the threat had been beaten back, at least for the moment. Claire
clapped along with them, and as the sound and congratulations died
away, the pilot's voice from the small fighter craft called back to
them, obviously having heard.
"Did someone call for a rescue? Because your rescuer has arrived."
Smiling, the Captain didn't care about the pilot's bravado. "Fighter,
if you need supplies, we could give you a top off, check the tires."
"Well, my windshield could use a bit of a spit shine."
"Roger that. You have permission to land in the port hangar."
You're falling out of reach, defying gravity...
Claire watched the fighter as it swooped calmly around the ship,
obviously in no hurry to land. She simply gazed at it in wonder,
admiring his flying skills as he piloted the craft in a meaningless,
effortless dance against the stars. Somewhere, her voice could be heard
again, speaking as she recorded her journal.
"Sometimes life surprises you. Surprises you with good, with bad.
With the unexpected. And we all develop ways of dealing with those
moments. Things that help us get by. And then... sometimes... life
surprises you with something truly unique, even rarer than all the
I know you're out there, somewhere out there
Still watching from the bridge, Claire came to a silent decision
without thinking, eyes following that glow point of brightness outside
as it moved gracefully through the black void of space, glinting in the
light of the nearby sun. In some way she couldn't explain, she felt
drawn to it. "I want to meet him...."
Beside her, her father turned his head. After a
moment he smiled, giving her a knowing look, seeing her reaction, but
keeping his thoughts to himself.
Without needing a reply, Claire kept watching that distant point of
light, before turning and heading back to her quarters to get dressed.
A few minutes later she was walking through her living space, trying to
decide what to wear as she straightened her hair and got ready. As she
walked from place to place, several variants of holographic clothing
were appearing for a few moments on her body, moving and turning with
her. Each time, she rejected what she saw after glancing into the
mirror that had risen earlier from the middle of the floor. She spoke
to the computer, not stopping what she was doing, calling out with each
"No... No... No, not that one," she said over and over, quickly
examining each outfit. "Something a little more sultry, computer..."
A new outfit appeared on her body without warning, stopping her in mid
step. She looked over at the mirror, not believing what she was
wearing. "Ummm... Computer?"
After a moment the computer
removed the clothing projection. It was of
a holographic clown suit, complete with oversized shoes and red gonzo
hair. In some strange way, its quiet voice almost seemed to be
fun of her as it replied.
"Sorry, Dr. Allem..."
"It's Allen..." she muttered yet again to herself, knowing her
correction wouldn't make a difference.
I hope you remember me, when you're homesick and need a change...
Set after set of clothing appeared on her body, even one skimpy outfit
of a black
teddy and garter belts. But she ignored them as she worked on her hair.
She held a metal,
palm sized disc in her hand, a thin light glowing through a strip
around it's edge in
slowly ever changing colors. Carefully, she touched it to a single
strand of hair on her head,
and one color would wash out in a wave, changing all the other
strands of her hair to match the new hue. Color after color appeared on
trying on different shadings. She felt like she was in a rush, knowing
the fighter craft and its occupant would be landing at any minute.
Holding the metal disc, she paused on the color purple, looking into
the mirror for several moments before her lips wrinkled and she changed
her mind, settling, as always, on black. The music continued to play, a
I miss your purple hair, I miss the way you taste...
Finally dressed, Claire tried her best not to sprint towards the hanger
bay entrance up ahead. She skidded awkwardly to a halt, looking around
to see if anyone had seen that. She straightened the simple black dress
that fit very well on her, trying to regain an image of sexy composure
as she tried to catch her breath. Her words, speaking into her
automated journal entry, could still be heard, a calm voice over the
continuing sound of the music as she moved more slowly towards the
"It's natural to be excited about new things. To be eager to move
into new experiences, new phases of life, new relationships. And yet,
sometimes eagerness can cloud our judgment. Sometimes it takes the old
experiences, the phases of life that came before, to help temper that
enthusiasm. Reign it in. As sad as that is... sometimes it's
There were armed soldiers already there when Claire entered the hanger
bay, surprising her. This man had just saved their whole ship, a ship
the size of a large city. Why were they here now? She looked at the
the cavernous hanger deck. Lights glowed onto the wide space from the
ceiling high above. The sight of open star speckled space loomed over
them through the large entrance to the bay before
her, protected by an energy shield. Half of the ships other
fighters, all in various stages of disrepair,
dotted the periphery of the hanger deck. But Claire's attention was
back on the soldiers as she entered, all of their dark rifles
immediately swiveling and centering on her without a second thought.
nervous, jumpy after the attack, until they saw who she was and lowered
their weapons again, exhaling.
I know that you'll come back some day, on a bed of nails I wait...
Claire checked her watch, feeling very conspicuous in her slinky black
dress standing next to a line of heavily armed troops with large rifles
and battle armor. But it was more than that that was making her
nervous. There was an excitement coursing through her. Whoever was
that fighter, she knew she was about to meet him. See him for the very
first time. The thought of that made her body seem to tingle, in a way
it hadn't in a long time. As a smile crossed her face at her
reaction, she checked her watch again, waiting.
"And then there are times like this... when eagerness takes over,
and temperance be damned."
On the ship's darkened main bridge, the crew was still watching the
fighter flying leisurely above and below the ship, swerving, swooping
through the cold of space, in no apparent hurry. Captain Allen watched,
curious, before he suddenly realized a sound was being transmitted by
the small fighter.
He leaned forward again, listening more closely, speaking to the ensign
there in the seat.
"WHAT is he doing?"
Seated at the station, the young ensign seemed as surprised as he was.
The Captain chuckled, watching the pilot fly around the massive ship
purely for enjoyment. After a few moments he reached down and opened a
channel to the dancing fighter. "Anytime you're ready, pilot."
The pilot's voice came back. "Love flying. Can't get enough of it.
The small fighter turned for the hanger bay.
I'm praying you don't burn out, or fade away
And all we are, is oh so far...
In the hanger bay where Claire was standing, soft klaxons started
echoing. A ship was coming in. All eyes turned to the shielded, open
portal. And then, with a glint from the sun, there it was, angling
closer as it turned gracefully towards the hanger bay. Without warning
it accelerated towards the force field, moving faster, everyone
stepping back, uncertain.
Sparkling with discharge, the fighter raced quickly through the force
field, and immediately the hanger was filled with the roar of it's
engines. It seemed the speeding ship was going to crash, racing towards
the deck. But then the pilot pulled the nose up, firing his ventral
thrusters and revving his main afterburners higher. The ship hovered
for a split second, nose up, the bright afterburner flames spreading
out on the deck beneath it, before the ship effortlessly set down on
it's landing pads. It was a flawless, and very showy, landing.
You're falling back to me, you're the star that I can see...
I know you're out there, somewhere out there...
Cautious, the combat soldiers stepped in, forming a ring around the
ship as the engines died. There were footsteps and Claire looked over
as her father walked into the hanger, giving the ship a steady, judging
look. There was a tenseness in the air. With a hiss, the fighter's
cockpit hatch released it's airtight seal, swiveling up. The soldiers
lifted their rifles, gripping them tighter, muzzles centered on the
snub fighter. Without hesitation, her father walked forward to the
craft's opening hatch.
A man stepped out, smiling, simple looking enough. Claire didn't know
what to think. She didn't know what she had been expecting. The man
hopped enthusiastically off the fighter's wing and to the hanger deck,
every gun in the room still tracking him. He didn't seem to notice,
walking straight up to Captain Allen as if nothing were out of the
ordinary, obviously proud of himself.
Claire kept her distance, waiting. She watched her father talk to the
pilot, not hearing what was being said from where she was. As the man
talked enthusiastically, her father suddenly paused, giving him a
strange look. His guarded, grateful reception for this man's rescue of
their ship seemed to change as the man spoke. Other soldiers closer by,
who were listening as well, looked confused, stepping clear of
him. After a silent moment, her father motioned her over, slowly.
Curious as to what was going on, Claire approached them across the wide
It was just her father and the smiling pilot standing beside the
fighter craft when she got there. Her father gave her a strange look,
but the pilot didn't seem bothered at all. "Umm... Claire. I think this
is more you're area."
Now confused even more, Claire approached the pilot as her father
stepped back. Still speaking somewhere unseen, Claire's voice was
recording into her journal.
"And sometimes, what happens, can't be planned. Because it's
never happened before. It's usually the unexpected things that
knock you on your ass..."
Claire looked at the man. He was simple looking enough, vaguely
handsome in his own way. Short, dark hair. Round face. But there was a
twinkle in his eye, an energy emanating off him that felt like
electricity on her skin. She didn't know what she had expected him to
look like, but this was somehow definitely, exactly it. She felt almost
embarrassed, afraid everyone would notice the response she was having.
This strange man was, without a
doubt, causing a very interesting reaction in her.
Her mind wandered with possibilities, for half a second daydreaming,
images like memories flashing through her mind. But then she came back
to the present moment, catching her breath, stepping forward to
introduce herself as her voice spoke out again into her journal.
"And then... life surprises you."
She offered her hand to him. "Hi. I'm... I'm Claire Allen."
The pilot smiled proudly. When he spoke, his voice felt warm to her
ears, familiar almost. Without the slightest sign of hesitation, he
"Hi. I'm Trevor Hale. Cupid. God of Love."
Claire was speechless as she numbly shook the hand of a crazy man. Far
away, the music seemed to suddenly lose enthusiasm, the man's
voice echoing, but still singing.
You're falling out of reach, I know...
And everything faded