P and B's rescue adventure 6

Tape 742 Childcare

I woke up slowly. My body was adjusting to the unkind welcome of awakeining. Sometimes sleeping felt so good, I could just sleep forever. I felt the comforting touch of Prometheus's bed inide the ship. Well, at least the beds inside his ship were soft. It was great when he allowed me inside, keeping me out of the storm. When I got in last night, I noticed that there was no sound at all. His ship was one hundred percent sound proof. Stretching far, I felt the warmth of my body in it's slumbering state start to fade. That's when it hit me. I had not even planned to be safe. If at any point in my sleep, he felt like it, he could have just flown me out into space, back to his home planet, and performed weird experiments on me, for his crazy alien friends to see. He could have laid eggs in my stomach, or removed an important organ and replaced it withan alien organ. Quickly searching my body I felt everything. I searched my head, making sure I had not had any stitches, or any chips sticking out. I felt my neck, without any traces, of a foriegn objects. My back was clean as well. I stared at my legs. Nothing there either. Not even my feet held scratches. My pulse was quick as an engine. My pulse should not have increased this fast after waking up. My body felt a little spastic for getting so excited after waking up. Finally I checked my stomach, and chest. Nothing. Good. I was feeling my chest at the most inoppourtune moment. I saw Prometheus staring at me clutching my chest like an idiot. He raised in eyebrow, grinning with a smirk on his face, as I blushed a deep crimson. With fast reflexes, I pulled my hands down beside me. He giggled a little when he led me out

I walked out embarrasingly staring at the ground. I hated being embarrased. Why was I so embarrased? Did I actually care about how Prometheus looked at me? My thoughts were cut short when Prometheus walked over to an open fire. He was using a stick that was split down the middle, on a pair of eggs. Next to that, was a few strips of bacon. They looked extra crispy. He put them all on a plate from my backpack. Smiling to me, he held them up to me. While most people would see that as a sign of affection, I saw that as something as a form of apology. Why had he made me breakfast? Did he really stoop so low as to perform an experiment on me? Feeling all the more nervous, I ate the food, sitting in his lap. Well, that was a little new. I never sat in his lap before. Trying not to weird myself out, I finished up, sitting away from him. What was going on with me? My father mentioned that something like this would happen. He called it Time travelling syndrome. He mentioned that the effects of being in the past for a prolonged stretch of time would cause me to have a want for human interaction. Seeing as how there are no humans in this time period, I supposed Prometheus was what I was using for a substitute. Bob wasn't technically a human. He was close, but not genetically a homosapien. That didn't matter right now, because we had to get ready for our next project.

What exciting, (probably already fail predicted) experiment did we have planned today? Bob sat on a long stretch of rock with me, as we waited for Prometheus to return with his next project. I grabbed our cameras, and stood them up. Pressing the record button I heard a set of footsteps as Prometheus aproached our spot. He held a whole carton of eggs. As he got closer there were twelve of them. I saw that he was holding them carefully. Quickly I picked up on what the experiment was.

"Oh, this experiment? I remember this project. I did it before in a home ec. class." Prometheus opened the carton of eggs, and they each were different sizes. "You see, Bob. In this experiment, there is a lesson of responsibility. This experiment has been going on for years. It's practically a classic. It's where the egg symbolizes a serogate baby in a way, and we play the roles of parents." Bob scratched his head in way that seemed like he didn't understand. I tried to make it seem simpler. "To put it in plainly, all you have to do is hold the egg, without breaking it. Even you can't screw this one up, Bob." I grabbed Prometheus's timer he brought for the project. "Now Bob. You need to take, care of the egg for six hours. No cracks no dirt, and no eating!"

Prometheus cracked open the carton, and that gave me a simple idea. "Hey Prometheus. I just got a great idea. How about we take care of an egg together? Wouldn't that be a fun idea?" For a moment, all he did was give me a look that was one of surprise, and joy. Without a word, he opened the box back up, and I looked throught it. I didn't want one that was too small. Finally I found my egg. "This is the one!" I shrieked. I found the perfect egg. It was beautiful. As I was swooning over our own baby, Prometheus handed Bob an egg. Monkey had walked up, and snatched one quickly. He didn't eat it, like I thought he would. He just grabbed it, and took off. Well, the egg was probably going to be eaten later on. Before Bob would even get the chance to look at his twice, he swallowed it whole. This was going to be harder than I thought. I turned the cameras off.

When they were back on, we had taped Bob's mouth closed. I had not thought that using silver duct tape was a good idea, but if Prometheus wanted to, then I wouldn't objectify. Besides he knew him longer than I did. Anyway, I was putting a pink skirt over the egg's widest area. After a bit of makeup, and a bit of girl products, she was beautiful. The finishing touch was a darling little pink bow over her head, and she was beautiful. My perfect little baby. I held it up to my cheek, and smiled, Prometheus raised where I guess an eyebrow would be. I suppose he thought I was wierd to want a little thing to care for. Well, it was far better than some rediculous pet rock. I stared at him. Hey, if I was going to be stuck in time, I had a choice of what to do with my egg. Well, technically it was our egg, but whatever. I knew I was having a psychotic mental moment, and it was normal when you were going through time. Ugh! Time travel syndrome sucked. When I finally put it down on a little pillow, Prometheus looked at it amazed. He was speaking, and I made out a few words. The main thing I heard was, "What the heck are you dressing it up for? It's just an egg!" I shot him a murderous glance.

"HEY! It's not just an egg, Prometheus. It's our baby, and we are it's parents." I said holding it near my body. I was about to put it in a little blanket, and rock it, but Prometheus managed to clutch it out of my grasp before it went completely bonkers. He was probably one of the only ones that was keeping me half sane through this trip. No wonder my father wanted me to meet these two first. Well technically he didn't want me meeting them at all, but I was very glad I did. He rolled his eyes, and held it close. "You know what. I don't even think you even care about Diana." When I said the name of the egg, his eyes opened wider. "I'm going to go take a bath, out in the springs. I didn't get one last night. Hopefully you can take care of Diana while I'm gone." I raised my eyebrows. He glared at me, and nodded. "Good. Also I want you to watch out for Bob. I don't want him eating any more of the eggs. They are the babies for us, and if you let anything to our baby I SWEAR-" Before I could finish up, he pushed me out of the area, and I left to grab my things.

Prometheus's point of view

While she was acting crazy, I shoved her away. She needed a good moment to regroup. I knew she was sort of losing her mind due to the time travelling. Also I was not going to give her trouble over it. She would have probably took my head off. I know that she had a mate back at home, and I wouldn't try to pull her away from him, but she was too amazing. She was like something I had never seen before. Ever since she got here, I couldn't stop thinking about her. She was willing to keep me safe from that slave owner girl. Something like that was a noble deed. She could have very well sold me, and make alot of money, but she did not. Bob and I were very lucky. Smiling I turned back to the egg. Alright. I'll admit that it was very cute the way it turned out.

Suddenly I heard a loud thunderous noise. The Promethean leader came down in his ship. Here I was holding the egg like a baby. He would probably think I went nuts. Quickly I laid it down. He came out of the ship, looking around. When his eyes turned to Bob, with duct tape over his mouth, he was not very pleased. "What's going on here?"

I pulled my hand to my forehead knowing there would be some explaining to do. "Trust me sir. It is educationally related. I'm teaching him responsibility. He is not allowed to eat his egg, or even break it." The Promethean leader stared at me a bit skeptically. He walked over to Bob, and ripped off the duct tape. Bob yelled really loud, and I held his mouth shut. It would no doubt bring Antevorte into this. I didn't want her getting in trouble. If The leader knew I had brought another intelligent life form into my project, than he would surely take Antevorte away. We were not allowed to bring others into the projects. If he found her out, he would no doubt take her to the home planet. She would either be killed, or kept as a simple pet. I wouldn't allow to let her go into slavery.

"Well" He started speaking. "As you know, your projects on the human race have been finished. You have served your job of observation, and I would like to present you with your rations of times pay." He handed me a paper of my fortunes. I wanted to say thank you, and accept it, but something felt wrong. I was going to be sent back to Promethia. I was going to just pack up and leave. No saying goodbye to Bob. No saying goodbye to Antev. Not helping her get back home. Not retrieving her remote. Not being able to keep the two safe. This project I was currently doing was about responsibility. I was not going back to my old job, as an agriculturalist. I couldn't go back home. No family, like I had here. Sure they were an annoying caveman, a jittery little teenage time traveler, a monkey that surpassed his own knowledge cerebral capacity, and a pixelated teenager that talked to Antev, but still they were better than nobody. Who did I have back on Promethia? The answer was nobody. I had nobody.

I shook my head. "I cannot go back." I sighed. He looked at me surprised. "Take the check back. I want to stay here a few more weeks. Please. I'll explain everything when I return home." I said. That was if I was going to return home. I just was hoping that he didn't know I was a bit on the hesitant side. The truth of the matter was I wasn't thinking about going back at all. I actually wanted to go back to Antev's time period. I had to keep it under wraps though. As long as he knew nohing about her, nothing could go wrong.

He looked angry. "Fine, but when you decide to come back, you and I will have to talk. You haven't been helping any other intellegent life forms, have you? If so, you know the rules. They would have to be domesticated, or executed immediately." Just thinking of Antev being dead was horrifying. I tried to not think of it. I shook my head, denying her existance. he squinted his eyes, probably not believing me. I watched him head back to the ship, and before stepping in, he glared straight at me. "I believe you are hiding something from me. I don't know what it is, but I wil find out."

In a flash he zoomed away. Just thinking about her being enslaved sent me into a fit of rage. He knew nothing about the grace of Antevorte. if he knew her, he would rethink things. Watching the ship dissappear, I turned back to the egg. The problem was it was not there.

I freaked out. I looked everywhere it could be, that I missed. I looked in Antevorte's tent, near my ship, in my ship, through Antev's backpack, and even checked Bob, to see if he had the egg. When I stopped trying I felt my body shaking. I clutched onto the sides of my head, and tried to think this out. She was going to be back, in a little less than half an hour.