Scott Westerfeld - Blue Noon

Bixby Highs late bell shrieked in the distance, like something wounded and ready to be cut from the herd.

Rex Greene was always late these days, stumbling in confusion from one class to another, late with his fathers pills or forgetting them altogether. But the worst was getting up for school. It didnt help that hed unplugged his clock a few nights ago, unable to sleep with the soft buzzing sound it made all night, like a mosquito hovering just out of arms reach. His newly acute hearing had turned every electronic contraption into something whiny and annoying.

But it was more than just the clocks noise; it was what it meant, with its false day of twenty-four hours. Since what had happened to him in the desert, Rex had started to feel time as something marked out in the skythe rise and fall of the sun, the spinning stars, the interlocking ratios of the light moon and the dark.

The rest of the world still had their clocks, though, so Melissa had banged on his window again this morning, dragging him rudely out of his strange new dreams.

Smells like assembly, she said as they pulled into the school parking lot, her head tipping back a bit, nostrils flaring.

All Rex could smell was crumbling vinylthe upholstery of Melissas crappy Ford broken down by thirty-odd Oklahoma summersand gasoline fumes leaking up through the floorboard from the cars rumbling engine. Humans loved their oil, a flash of darkling memory informed him. They scoured the desert for it, used it to make clever things like plastic and gasoline.

Rex shook his head to clear it. On mornings like these, when hed dreamed of Stone Age hunts all night, he had more trouble concentrating than usual. The old knowledge inside him seemed more real than his sixteen years of human memories. Sometimes Rex wondered if he would ever recover from what the darklings had done, the half change theyd effected before Jessica had rescued him.

Was he gradually healing from the experience? Or was the darkness theyd left inside him like a virus, slowly growing stronger?

As Melissa maneuvered the Ford into a parking place, Rex spotted a few stragglers making their way into the gymnasium entrance. The sound of an amplified voice echoed out from the propped-open double doors.

Crap, thats right, Melissa said, gripping the steering wheel tighter. Pep rally today.

Rex groaned and closed his eyes. He hadnt faced anything like this since the change, and he wasnt looking forward to it. The thought of all those bodies pressed in close around him, chanting together, brought a trickle of nerves into his stomach.

Dont worry, Melissa said, reaching across to take his hand. Ill be there.

At her touch, with no more insistence than a cool breeze, a calmness fell across Rex. His stomach stopped roiling, his mind growing still as Melissas serenity poured into him.

A shudder passed through Rex; her strength became his.

Funny. A month ago it had been Rex whod had to talk Melissa through the beginning-of-football-season pep rally. Now she was the sane one, and he was

What, exactly?

He didnt know yet, and Rex hated not knowing. There were no halflings in the lore, much less recovering halflings.

Bad dreams last night?

Rex smiled and turned to face Melissa. The words had come through as clear as speech. They could have whole conversations now without her uttering a sound.

Her control was almost perfect, not a leaked thought anywhere, so different from the vomited rush of fear and pain that had struck him when they had first begun to touch each other. Although sometimes Rex missed those early experiments, the terrifying moments when he saw all of Melissa at once.

When his mind was focused, he hardly had to speak himself; Melissa simply pulled the words from him. But this morning he was too much of a wreck.

Yeah, some bad dreams, Rex said aloud. But not all of them.

The hunting dreams had been sweetthe cold, patient hunger as he tracked prey for days across the plain, anticipation building as the weakest were cut from the group, and then the burning rush of the kill.

But of course, thered been those other dreams as well, memories of when the clever little monkeys had started hunting back. The beginning of the end.

Jeez, lighten up, Melissa said, pulling her hand away and rubbing it, as if to wring out the ancient horror shed felt in his mind. I think someone forgot to drink his coffee this morning.

Sorry, Cowgirl. Yeah, I guess I could use a cup. Or six. Rex shook his head again. His brain felt stuffed full, his own thoughts almost crowded out by the memories that the darklings had implanted to make him one of them. Sometimes I wonder if Ill ever get back to normal.

Melissa snorted. When were you ever normal, Rex? When were any of us?

Well, maybe not normal, Rex admitted. But Id settle for human.

She laughed and touched his shoulder, and he felt a spark of her pleasure even through the fabric of his long black coat. Youre totally human, Rex. Trust me on that one.

Glad you think so, he said, smiling.

Melissas fingers stayed on his shoulder, drumming out a nervous rhythm, and her glance strayed to the open gymnasium door. Rex realized that however much her control had improved, the thought of enduring a pep rally still made Melissa anxious.

Youll be okay, he said softly, pulling her closer.

She turned to him, and their lips met.

At first Rex felt serenity in the warmth of their kiss, her new calmness and self-control flowing into him. But then Melissa allowed her composure to slip, and it was like their first time. Everything inside her crashed out in a torrent: the enduring wounds of all those years alone, memories of the constant hammering of other minds, the old fear of being touched. She let it well up and spill over, pouring into him. Rex was overwhelmed for a moment, but then he felt his damaged surety rallying, responding to her need. He twisted in the car seat to take her shoulders, and the kiss built, his strength becoming hers, until he felt Melissas mastery of herself return.

She sighed as they separated. I say again, Rex: fully human.

Rex leaned back into his seat, smiling. The heavy dread that he had felt since waking and realizing that it was a school dayand a Monday at thathad lifted from him at last.

Melissas fingers played across his cheek, and she grinned. You taste electric now, like you do after a jolt of coffee.

Hmm. Maybe kissing is sort of like natures coffee.

Actually, Rex, coffee is natures coffee. It is a plant, you know.

Ah, right. Good point, Cowgirl.

He looked at the gymnasium door. A pep rally couldnt be that bad, could it? Better than the hated first-period math class it would replace, and he could use the time to cram for his upcoming English test. One thing about carrying ancient memories of an elder species around in your head, it could royally screw up your interpretation of Catcher in the Rye.

Rex checked his backpack. No English book. Listen, I have to go by my locker. Save me a seat?

Back row?

Of course. He snorted. I havent changed that much.

She nodded slowly, then her eyes narrowed. Should I come with you?

Dont worry about me. Rex ran his tongue across his teeth. They never felt as sharp as he expected them to, the canines never as long as they should be. Phantom limbs itched sometimes at night, as if parts of his body were missing.

But Rex took a deep breath and forced those thoughts from his mind. He couldnt complain about every discomfort. Hed been granted something that any seer would die for: a chance to learn more about the darklings than the lore could ever teach, to understand them from the