The Creation Of A Cure

Chapter Thirty Two: A Brief Hello

   

             You lay awake upon a worn wooden floor, so terrible afraid to move, you had once more returned to 049 memories. This time however there was no feeling of dread or fear. No cries of peaking lust and endless voices. Just a sense of contentment, a sense of love. This however only had you more suspicious as you were sure it was nothing more then a trick. Nothing changed however and soon you moved tired of doing nothing. You first notice a fire place, flames having been reduced to nothing but glowing embers. An open window allows a gentle cool breeze to flutter inside moving white viel like curtains. The house is decorated modestly the building itself seeming to be carved from a single piece of some unknow material. A women walks into the room heavy with child and gazes sadly out the open window. A small boy walks in soon after his nose burried deep in a book.
      "Good morning sweetie." The women called softly you could tell she was not feeling well. Her lovely deep vibrantly red hair touched her waist as she turned to greet her child. 
     "Good day." A little boy called. His formal way of speaking was well above his class and age. "Why did you not summon me mother the fire has died." The boy sighed heavily with far too much worry for one so young. The women's smile was loving as she looked apon him.
      "I am fine. You must keep studying." The women replied rubbing her belly. Shaking his head the boy placed his book down and quickly ran out of the small house. You look apon the mother, she was truly beautiful her features were fine and delicate, skin a pale flawless porcelain white. It was however her eyes that drew you in, a familar shade of silvery grey just like your lover SCP 049. You watched silently as the boy dragged in several pieces of wood and started a fire for his mother. His appearance for a boy so young was mature, neatly kept clothes and well groomed black hair. You smile softly and laugh lightly, of course 049 would be incredibly serious even as a child.
        "Come here feel your sister kick." His mother called. 049 egarly placed his hands atop her swollen belly, his own grey eyes alight in wonder.
       "Fascinating." He exclaimed, "Clara is most strong." 
        "Have I ever told you how much you look like your father." His mother asked.
       "Yes many a time." 049 said rolling his eyes. You can't help but laugh. The child like action was so out of character.
       "Have you packed your things?" His mother asked. "Your father shall be here soon."
       "Yes....I do not like Henry mother." 049 pouted. "I do wish you would stop calling him my father."
       "I am bound to him now my little one. Try and make the best of things. Besides he can provide you with the education you deserve." His mother replied. "We can not let your gifts go to waste."
      "Very well." 049 said, "but I still do not like him."
      
      

       You awake suddenly 049 arms wrapped around you. You take a deep breath and look up at him, and wonder if anything in his life was ever easy.
       "Is something a miss." He replied his eyes closed.
       "You were an adorable little kid." You answer grinning.
      "I shall take your word for it." 049 said his grey eyes opening.
      "Your mother was very beautiful." You reply softly. "You have her eyes."
       "Once more I shall take your word." 049 replied. "I..I do not remember her."
      "I wish I could help you remember." You sigh.
     "You are indeed an odd creature." 049 replied.  You turn over once more and touch your stomach longing, secretly hoping one day you will know the joys of mother hood. 049 large leather clade hand covers yours  pressing it against your stomach. "One day my dear, worry not." He whispered in your ear.
        "How did-." You ask.
        "I can sense it." 049 replied curling around you protectively. "Our bond has become quiet deep. Can you not sense me as well?"
       "Just a little," you admit sadily.
       "Do not fret," 049 said, "Time is all you require."
       "Are we bound to each other then." You ask.
      "No my dear." 049 chuckled. He then went silent for a moment before adding. "Perhaps one day."