|A New Life
Author: Rainack PM
Fox has a new sceme up his sleeve. The search for Jenny continues, and Paul gets some help from an unexpected place. Please read and review.Rated: Fiction T - English - Sci-Fi - Chapters: 13 - Words: 8,873 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Published: 02-05-09 - Status: Complete - id: 4842745
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Traci was silent on the ride over to the hotel.
"So, you're the..." Traci said hesitantly, once they were in the hotel room. Paul, Jenny and Scott quickly, but happily reunited. Jenny and Scott were bubbling with excitement at the news that Fox was going to leave them alone.
"The father, yes," Paul replied, nodding his head to show he understood what she had really meant to say, and that yes, he was the alien.
Once everyone had settled down somewhat, Paul said, "We understand this pregnancy wasn't your choice. If you don't want the child, we will gladly take her and you can go on your way."
"If only I had somewhere to go," Traci sobbed. "The whole reason Fox took me for his experiment was that I was homeless. I wouldn't be missed. Two years ago, I was an up and coming artist. My sculptures were beginning to sell and I couldn't create them fast enough. Then I made the mistake of hiring the wrong person to sell my sculptures. He sold them and squirreled away all the money, then ran off with it. I needed that money to pay my rent. I was already several months behind, and my landlord told me he couldn't extend my rent any more. When I couldn't pay him, he threw me out and sold all of my belongings to try to make back some of the back rent. As to the baby, I don't know. I guess I'll have to think about it."
A calculating look came over Jenny's face, when she heard that Traci was an artist.
"I've been thinking about this for a while, but I never thought I'd actually be able to do it, and now that Fox is going to leave us alone, I think I'd like to give it a shot. I'd like to open an art gallery; showcasing and selling my paintings, and, now, your sculptures as well." Jenny paused taking a breath; "Until you're back on your feet, we'll pay the rent on an apartment for you."
Paul looked rather bemused. "Where are we going to get the money to start this gallery?" he asked, glancing at Jenny from his seat on the bed opposite the one she sat on.
"Ah, you forget, my love, in Arizona my paintings sold for a million dollars a piece. I actually sold a couple of them, too. Laney told me she would hold the money for me until I needed it, or could safely come back for it. We'll have enough to open the gallery, and keep us all happily housed and fed for some time," Jenny said.
Traci was shocked. They were going to house her until she was back on her feet. "Are you always this nice to complete strangers?" Traci asked.
"All part of the friendly service," Paul and Jenny intoned at the same time.