An Alien Rescue by Gordon Mackay

any other movement by Belinda, they began to rise. Upwards they travelled, through the ceiling’s aperture. He thought it could have done with being a bit faster but it served the purpose, he supposed.
    They entered the ship’s Control Deck, stepping off the platform. With a suddenness, which took Belinda by surprise, Scott exclaimed loudly, “Oh my God, I remember this. I have been here before!” He turned to face her, saying, “I really do remember all this, and it’s how I imagined it would be.” He released his hand from Belinda’s and took a step forwards.
    “I remember it all, all of it, including Frell. It feels like I’ve just wakened from the strangest dream or the craziest of sleeps; a feeling of being blind for so long but now I can see again.”
    “Oh, Scott,” she said with genuine feeling in her voice. “This can’t be easy for you, to suddenly remember.”
    “You’re bloody damned right it isn’t, it scares me to half-to-death just thinking about it. To be confronted with everything you’ve told me then to realise it’s all perfectly true is as mind-blowing as it comes. I suspected it was just a dream within my mind, a sort of escapism I suppose. I always thought there was more to it. A lesser man would breakdown and possibly crack-up after what I’ve been told; but me, I’m the sort that can handle the pressure,” he joked.
    Belinda turned to look Scott in the face, looking beyond his blue eyes and joking expression. She knew it took a strong type of human to accept what was happening, to control their emotions while understanding the situation. She also recognised that Frell had broken the Council’s strict rules by leaving a certain amount of memory within his subconsciousness - if not all of it. How much of the experience they shared was left within him was presently unknown, but in time, she and others would find out. Frell had breached the current regulations concerning contact between their kind and humans from Earth, and she wondered why? What reason had persuaded her to leave him with the memory? “Hmm,” she hummed a thought.
    Belinda took hold of Scott’s hands and gave them another squeeze, saying, “Frell needs your help; and her pilot too. They are in desperate trouble.”
    Knowing there really is a woman called Frell, and a pilot named Drang, he listened intently without asking questions. He would ask when it seemed appropriate, but this wasn’t the time. Not yet anyway!
    His whole persona had just taken on a new meaning. His body straightened upright with legs slightly apart and his eyes squinting in concentration as he listened. His erect figure looked very military as he removed his hands from hers and placed them behind his back, clenched tightly. He was standing at ease while waiting for his briefing. If his dreams were indeed reality and the six-foot beauty actually existed, then she was definitely worth fighting for, especially if they were lovers. Hell , he added to his thoughts, she was worth dying for !
    “Tell me everything,” he commanded. “And I mean absolutely everything.”
    She was again taken by surprise. Belinda had seen Scott as a legendry lover and had fantasised his presence while she slept. The stories of his sexual exploits with Frell had made him desirable to many, but especially to her as she had previously met him and was able to envisage the love scene better than most. She was aware the males and the females of their small population were trying to re-enact the sensations many had felt on board the Mothership, but never spoke of it in open conversation. It had become known as, Scott’s Time and many wanted to experience it. Now, though, she saw him as a warrior as well as a great lover. A sensual man who was capable of waging war on a foe who had stolen his lover. I think this is called romance , she thought, and a great romantic battle is about to take place .
    She began her explanation of Frell and Drang’s unaccountable