Tagen turned back around, his eyes narrowed. He studied her in silence for a short time, and then said, “His name is Kanetus E’Var. I have no words to tell you his crime.”

“But you’re going to find him.”

“Yes.” He paused. “If he is here.”

“You don’t know for sure?”

His brows drew down slowly, carving that line in deeper between his eyes. “No.”

“You can’t…I don’t know…scan for his life-source from orbit?”

Tagen’s head cocked to one side. He stared at her in thunderstruck irritation and snapped, “Can you?!”

“No,” she admitted, and then frowned. “Are you saying…are you seriously saying that you came all the way Earth looking for one guy, and you don’t even know where to look? What was your big plan, just to walk around shaking his food dish?”

It was just as well he couldn’t follow that, because it really wasn’t too smart a thing to say. While Tagen was still obviously attempting to decipher that, Daria took a breath and tried again, more calmly, “Do you know how big Earth is?”

“Yes,” he said, with a black that’s-enough look lurking in his eyes. “I am aware that it will be difficult.”

“Difficult? Tagen, making cassoulet is difficult! Solving the Rubik’s cube is difficult! Stumbling over the whole planet on foot looking for one guy is impossible!”

“Without help, yes.” Tagen leaned forward, his eyes unblinking. “Which is why I need you, Daria Cleavon. And which is why I will not allow you to refuse me.”

Daria sat back, blinking. “Me?”

“Yes.”

“Why me?”

“I found you first.”

“Well, you have a really inflated idea of just how much help I’m going to be,” she said, stunned. “Wouldn’t you rather have a scientist or a soldier or…Mulder and Scully or someone like that?”

“Yes,” he said, with an sincerity that was almost insulting. He raked his claws through his hair and gave the ceiling a long-suffering glance before returning his attention to her. “But I have you. And you will suffice.”

Daria had never been snubbed in quite that way before. It was like winning the mystery lottery and then being told your prize was getting to be sacrificed to a giant ape. On the one hand, she’d overcome amazing odds to win a once-in-a-lifetime experience. On the other hand, it sucked.

“Well,” she said in a small voice. “How can I help?”

He eyed her warily before answering. “I am hungry.”

She started to get up and then sat back down again. “I can’t cook without dishes.”

Suspicion painted itself over his face once more. “If I let you have those things, will you try to use them against me?”

She thought about it and her heart fell. “No,” she admitted.

“Why should I trust you?”

“Because I really, really want you out of my house.”

She didn’t know what answer he expected, but clearly, that wasn’t it.

“You scare me,” she said, “but you haven’t hurt me. And you could.” Her eyes dropped to his waist. There were two devices holstered at his belt, devices too ugly to be anything but weapons. “Not even when I threw pudding at you.”

He acknowledged that with a rueful glance back down the hall. One of his talons tapped at the carpet.

“Besides,” she said hopelessly, “even if I could get away from you, where would I go? If I told anybody you were here, I’d be locked up for life. So I might as well help you because I could never get anyone to believe me.”

“Thank you,” he said dryly, but then he sighed and said it again, without the sarcasm. “Thank you, Daria Cleavon. You will find what you need in the room of holding.”

Daria smiled faintly, understanding him perfectly. Dan’s old room, the room of holding. Holding stuff, holding still. It was a good place to hide things; she hadn’t been in there in years except to open the windows in the summer and close them again for the winter. She’d have probably starved to death before she thought to go in there and look for the hammer with which to pry open the doors.

And now this had happened. Nothing was holding still anymore. And nothing would ever be the same.

Daria got up from the couch and went upstairs so she could get her alien something to eat.

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Chapter Seven

“When do I get my tools back so that I can open my doors again?”

Tagen roused himself from the sleepy study of his near-empty bowl and looked at the human who had addressed him. He’d almost forgotten she was there. Gods, he was exhausted. “Again, please,” he said, and forced himself to concentrate.

The human only looked at him, frowning. Her eyes were the strangest he had ever in his entire life seen. One was green and yet not very green, like a tree that had begun to die. The other, blue. In them, Tagen saw concern shimmering up through the unhappy fear that he had put in her. It was the first time he had ever seen that look in the eyes of a human, and it was disconcerting.

“You look terrible,” she said bluntly.

He recoiled slightly, first stung and then irritated. He wanted very much to point out that, however bad he might look now, she had looked a damned sight worse when she was vomiting and urinating on herself earlier, but he didn’t know enough N’Glish. And once he took a breath to calm himself down, he decided it wouldn’t have been a very politic thing to say anyway. “I know,” he said instead. “It has been a long span of very long days.”

“Yeah.” She picked up his bowl, still with a spoonful of soup in the bottom, and hugged it to her chest, as though for comfort. She was still frowning at him. “You know, forget the doors for tonight. You need to go lie down.”

He scowled at her. “I am not going anywhere, Daria Cleavon, and you test my patience every time you force me to remind you.”

She was shaking her head already, reshaping his annoyance back into weary confusion. “I meant, you need to sleep. Come on. The sofa in…in the room of holding folds out into a pretty comfortable bed. I’ve got clean sheets and a couple extra pillows. It’s not much, but it ought to do for now.”

The words buzzed through him without substance, but then his mind seized and clung to one of the first she’d said: Sleep. He half-rose, his body moving him by reflex alone, before common sense sat him down again. He said, “I do not trust you.”

“That’s pretty smart, all things considered.” She edged away from him and put his dish into the sink, all without taking her eyes off him.

“You admit you will run.”

“I admit I want to,” she corrected, and showed him her empty hands. “But I won’t. I swear. And sooner or later, you’re going to have to believe me or there’s no point to your being here at all. Besides—” She gave the dish in the sink a pointed glance. “—if I was going to do anything, it would have been a whole lot easier to put Draino in your soup then climb out my bedroom window while you sleep.”

Tagen looked at her in surprise. Poison, she meant. He had not even considered the possibility. That was appalling.

“So come on,” she said, stepping towards the doorway and gesturing for him to follow. “Let me get you into bed before you fall down. You’re not going to be any good to anyone the way you are now.”

It was another insult, he was sure of it. Then again, perhaps he only thought so because he was so tired. He decided reluctantly to give her the benefit of the doubt. He stood up. “Take me to bed.”

She gaped at him for a second, making him run rapidly back through his words. He found nothing wrong in what he’d said, but before he could question her, the human uttered a nervous laugh. “We have, um, two slightly different meanings for that particular phrase. Clearly, you’re interested in the sleep one. Sorry.”

“What is the second meaning?” he asked.