By Sage Harper
“Ads, okay, this is a totally hypothetical scenario here, but if someone was to have a pet on the base;
like say a hamster, and if that
hamster, ermm, escaped… do you think the colonel would rip his head off?” Captain Blue looked up from the newspaper. “Yours or the
hamster’s?” “Mine,” Captain Ochre muttered, swirling his toe on the rug. His
companion didn’t even blink. “Look,
I brought Squishy in here this morning. For a change of scene, you know; let him
have a little wander around. I
turned my back for like, five seconds. And then he’d vanished.” Blue raised an eyebrow. “Honest!” Ochre snapped, before tearing at the cushions and peering
behind them intently. “Rick, just calm down; we’re the only ones who’ve been in here
today. He can’t have got far, and certainly not out of the Officers’ Lounge.
After all, the hamster only has little legs.” “He has a name, you know.” “Yes, but it’s a stupid one. There is no way I’m going to go round
the base yelling that.” “Okay fine, just help me look.” After a quarter of an hour or so the door opened. Ochre was still
engrossed in his search. “What’s he looking for?” Scarlet asked, with that pityingly
concerned look usually reserved for the mentally disturbed on his face. “His hamster; it answers to Squishy,” Blue explained. “How the hell did he get a hamster onto the Base anyway?” Scarlet
snapped. “Spectrum regulations forbid personnel adopting companion animals.
Probably because stupid things like this happen.” Seeing the look of anguish on Ochre’s face when he glanced up, Blue
knew where his loyalties lay. “It’s a bit late for that now, Paul. Of course it was a dumb thing
to do, but Rick really cares about the hamster. Go easy on him; he’s upset.” “Well, good luck; hamsters can be a pain. My cousin had one and it got stuck
behind the washing machine for a week,” Scarlet added rather tactlessly. During Scarlet’s entrance Blue had watched the doorway carefully to
check Squishy didn’t escape. That would just really make their day, having to
comb the whole base for such a small animal. So he was the first to notice
Rhapsody and Symphony coming in. “What are you doing?” the latter inquired. “Staying well out of this,” Scarlet retorted. “Of all the idiotic
things Ochre has done, this just about tops the lot.” Ochre carried on regardless of the criticism. He was waving around a piece of dried
fruit and attempting to cajole Squishy from wherever he was hiding. Blue was
also searching and, as a good friend, Symphony also launched into the search
with gusto. She started scouring the kitchette of the Officers’ Lounge. Rhapsody
decided the best thing she could do was keep out of the way and watch with
bemusement from her perch on the counter. After a while she asked, “While I’m here shall I make everyone
coffee?” It was a rhetorical question; so without waiting for the answers,
she fired up the coffee pot and dipped into the packet of cookies Symphony had
pulled down from the cupboard in her search.
“Look, I’m sure Squishy will turn up. He’s probably just freaked
out by us all being here. Seeing as you and Rhapsody are of no help, why don’t
you go?” Blue told his field partner pointedly. “I’m helping; look, I’m making you all coffee,” Rhapsody defended
herself. She put down the cookie she had been munching and poured the drinks.
Then she glanced back. Her reaction was surprisingly undramatic. With widened eyes,
Rhapsody simply put down the coffee pot and backed away, before uttering in a
low voice, with only a slight tremor to betray her distress, “There’s a rodent
eating my biscuit.” Sure enough perched on stubby hind legs, a tiny creature fixed two
black button eyes on her, then blithely continued munching away. Its cheeks
already beginning to bulge with stockpiled crumbs. “Somebody do something.”
Being the nearest, and hearing her colleague’s plea, Symphony
quickly went over to the rescue. “Oh, Squishy, there you are,” she said, scooping up the animal.
“You have been very naughty running off like that. Your Daddy was so worried
about you,” Symphony cooed, taking her charge over to his now very relieved
guardian. Ochre petted his companion, scolding and comforting by turns. Suddenly the tanoy system burst into life and Lieutenant Green’s
voice filled the room. “Captain Ochre, please report
to the colonel immediately.” “Well, how‘d it go?” Symphony asked. She was sitting on Ochre’s bed watching Squishy asleep in his
little hamster house, apparently exhausted after his ordeal. Squishy’s home was rather impressive, it had, in a previous life,
been the aquarium housing the Amber Room’s ill fated tropical fish (by a joint
effort the Angels had managed to overfeed them) and was now filled with all
manner of hamster junk. “He yelled, in that
super dignified way. Told me I had flagrantly violated regulation blah-blah
something. Though I think the colonel was most mad about me letting him loose.
Majorly irresponsible, could have damaged something – is what he said.” “Very true, Squishy could have got hurt.” “I think he meant Spectrum equipment.” “Of course.” Symphony rolled her eyes. “Never did get round to thanking you, for helping find him and
stuff. It was great how you just understood how important it was. To everyone
else it was just a hamster, but you knew better.” “It’s okay. I grew up on a farm, remember. Animal loving just goes
with the territory. And he’s so sweet anyway. I’ve got rather fond of the little
guy.” “Yeah, well he won’t be here much longer.” “You really didn’t think this through, did you?” “Erm, no not really, I just walked past this pet store and saw this
hamster, and it looked at me all cute and stuff. So what could I do? Just bought
up a load of supplies and brought him home. The guards were cool, I have my ways
of persuading them. So yeah, that’s how Squishy turned up. Adam knew about him
all along. He’s been great, got me the tank in the first place.” Symphony nodded; Blue had been eager to take the tank of their
hands. They hadn’t thought anything of it, back then. “So, the colonel wants him off the base.” Ochre nodded gravely. “Worse, says we have to…” he continued in a
whisper, as if Squishy would understand, “put him to sleep.” Symphony looked aghast. “He can’t do that! Squishy is a living creature, with feelings and
rights. Yeah, okay we’re trained to kill people, but not animals. They don’t
deserve it.” “Thanks for the support, but I’m not sure White will be swayed,” he
said, going over to the aquarium and checking on its occupant. “Just one more thing; what on earth possessed you to name him
Squishy?” “After the bit in the old movie, ‘Finding Nemo’: ‘his name will be Squishy and he shall
be mine, and he shall be my Squishy’.” He shrugged. “Just thought it was cute.” “It is adorable. I had a hamster once, called Elmo. I watched way
too many ‘Sesame Street’ reruns as a kid.” After a while Squishy woke up and happily played with his ‘Dad’ and
new ‘Auntie Karen’. Symphony only left when she was due back on duty. Her
parting from the hamster was reluctant; as if she sensed it would be the last
time they spent together. Captain Blue rubbed his eyes, and went to drink from his coffee
cup, only to find the contents were cold. Well, this was it, after several hours
they’d reached the end of the line.
Blue sat, trying to figure out how he could carefully word these findings
when the time came to inform Ochre. Basically, Squishy was a goner; Symphony’s passionate plea for his
life had fallen on deaf ears. Blue had been more pragmatic, but even he had been
unable to find a practical solution.
He opened up the instant messenger icon on his PC screen; it had
insistently been demanding his time for a while but Blue had been busy. The
messenger program was one of Magenta’s installations, born of a regulation
forbidding the use of other programs and just to see if he could. Blue only used it with friends on the base (he and Grey once
conducted an entire conversation from their respective quarters because neither
could be bothered to go next door to talk in person), and his sister and
youngest brother who had been allowed onto the network after countless security
checks. Blue assumed this caller
was the latter, probably asking him for more money (which he suspected his
financially feckless brother would never pay back). To his surprise he realised it was his sister Rebecca. She
didn’t use a computer often, for various complicated reasons; not least because
it was bad for the environment, though in the interests of her hobbies and
livelihood she maintained a website. Tree fairy: About
freaking time, Ads. I need to
ask a favour. Boston Blue: Sorry,
gave all my spare change to the ‘keep Pugsley in food and DVDs fund’. TF: No not that.
You’re good with computers and stuff. So could you explain how to upload
pictures on to my site? BB: Again? TF: Yeah, I keep
forgetting. We aren’t all geniuses (or is it genii) BB: No idea, yeah
alright I will email special ‘dumb blonde’ instructions. TF: *cyber slap* Bet
you couldn’t organise a protest against a major fast-food corporation. BB: True, how’d it go? TF: Twenty signatures
and no arrests. So a good day over all. Pugs came along too, bringing my total
of converts to 12. I’m going to take over the world! BB: you’ll never take
me alive! TF: Ha ha I have my
ways.
Whilst this was a pleasant diversion it wasn’t helping solve the
present problem. Blue was still
wracking his brains, believing that there must a solution, he just hadn’t found
yet. Then he remembered a conversation he’d had with Scarlet the previous day.
It was a long shot, but they might as well try it. Boston Blue: Beck, are
you still taking in every waif and stray that swings by your place? Tree Fairy: I’m trying
to cut down, but yeah pretty much. How come? BB: Friend of mine
needs to rehome a hamster. Our CO found about it and flipped. No pressure or
anything but you’re our last resort. TF: What if I say no? BB: He dies. TF: Is this a sick
joke? BB: No way, it’s
against the rules so he’s gotta go. Either to a civilian home or hamster heaven.
TF: OMG they can’t do
that, hamsters are living creatures with rights and everything. BB: Yeah that’s what
Karen said, didn’t wash with the old man. TF: He he, I like your
girlfriend. BB: So? TF: I’ve got nothing
for him, but sure. BB: It’s okay, Squishy
(the hamster) has loads of stuff. TF: Aww that’s such a
cute name, when can you drop by. BB: Tomorrow afternoon
I guess. TF: cool, what’s
you’re friend like?
Blue smiled, trying to think how to encapsulate Ochre into a few
words. Boston Blue: Tall,
dark, great guy if a bit of a jerk. Tree Fairy: Mmm just
my type. Bring him along too.
The Spectrum saloon cruised through the Boston neighbourhood. It
was a slightly run down district, but the Victorian houses still held a
dignified charm. “What if she doesn’t like me?” asked Ochre, with uncharacteristic
nervousness. “She will; Rebecca’s a sweet girl,” Blue reassured him. “Anyway,
what matters is she likes Squishy.” “Very true. I’m still surprised White is letting us do this.” “Yeah well, I guess Karen got to him after all. And really he’s not
that heartless.” Blue stopped the car, then parked it in the tight space left
outside one of the houses. “This it?” “Sure, well a third of it.” Blue lead Ochre down the steps to the basement apartment. “It’s a bit damp in the winter, but otherwise okay. The garden’s
all theirs.” “Very apt,” Ochre said, noting the blue front door. Blue rolled his eyes and knocked. They were a little surprised as the door was opened, not by
Rebecca, but a boy in his late teens. He was barefoot, dressed in jeans and a
black T-shirt promoting a tour by a band the captains had never heard of. He
looked, to Ochre, like a younger, stockier version of Blue. “Is Rebecca not in?”
Blue asked. “Nah, we’ve run out of milk, so ...” He noticed the other Captain.
“This your friend?” Blue nodded. “Hi, I’m Adam’s brother; you must be Captain… umm.” He tried to
guess from what he’d seen of the commissioning ceremony photographs his mother
had put in the family album. “Ochre, but you can call me Rick.” “Only if you call me Pugsley.” Ochre raised an eyebrow. The young man smiled.
“Real long story, which I just might tell you sometime. You guys want
some coffee?” “Not if it’s as bad as Adam’s.” Pugsley laughed. “Nah, my coffee’s okay; it’s toast I ruin. Come on
in.” “How you finding it, living here?” Blue asked his brother. They were in the kitchen, the largest room of the apartment. It was
slightly old fashioned looking but clean and functional. The captains sat at the
small table, beneath a large pin board, watching their host prepare the drinks. “Kinda miss cheeseburgers, but it’s okay, I guess. Better than at
home anyway.” Ochre sensed that behind that remark was a whole complex situation,
though he knew it was best not to pry. Judging by their interaction, and other
comments Blue had made previously, he and Pugsley were close and similar in many
ways. It wouldn’t surprise Ochre to find the younger Svenson was also a ‘black
sheep’ in the family. “So when’d you move out?” Ochre asked, to make conversation. “Just before college started. I’m doing journalism and computing,
which Dad isn’t particularly ecstatic about.” Ochre’s hunch had been right. There was some slight clattering across the wooden floored lounge.
Pugsley whistled, and a grey raggedy- looking mutt, who bore a passing
resemblance to a Scottish deerhound, came to the kitchen door. He looked
fearfully at the men and came to stand close to Pugsley. “‘s alright Zephyr, they’re not gonna hurt you,” he reassured the
dog. “Zeph is real nervy around guys,” Pugsley explained. “His previous
‘guardians’ were assholes to him. We saw him in the centre and as no one else
would take him on, we did.” “That’s good of you,” Ochre said. “Yeah, Rebecca takes on strays; him, several cats that just stop by
for food, three rats, two chickens.” Pugsley grinned. “And me, I guess.” The door swung open, amid cheery greetings from a female voice. A
woman in her late twenties, blonde and blue eyed, dressed in a halter neck top
and jeans, glided into the kitchen laden down with heavy-duty paper bags. Zephyr perked up and enthusiastically greeted the new comer. “Aww, hey Baby,” she said, crouched down in front of him “Did you
miss me, huh? Mommy missed you, too. Look what I got you.” She pulled a rope toy
from one of the bags. With Zephyr content she stood up and grinned at her guests. “It’s nothing personal, I always greet animals first. They make
such an effort.” She extended a hand to Ochre.
“Hi, I’m Rebecca.” “Great to meet you, I’m Rick,” Ochre said, taking her hand, she had
a good grip, firm but still gentle. “So where’s Squishy then?” They led Rebecca through to the lounge, where the aquarium (now
hamster home) was placed on the coffee table. As by then it was early evening,
Squishy had woken up, and was wandering around trying to make sense of the
vastly different scenery. “Oh, he is just beautiful.” Rebecca crouched in front of the glass
and gently talked to the hamster. Before reaching in and plucking him out.
Squishy took it incredibly well. “He likes you,” Blue noted. “Yeah Beck has a magic touch,” Pugsley said. “Seems you do as well,” he added, noticing that Zephyr was happily
stood by Ochre. “Well I guess we better be going,” Ochre said, bracing himself for
the goodbye. “Oh you’ve hardly been here long, can’t you guys stay for dinner?”
Blue looked to Ochre, who
nodded. “Sure.” “I am very impressed,” Blue announced during their flight back to
Cloudbase. “Why?” “You behaved. Not one mention of ‘tree huggers’, you didn’t pick a
fight. Heck, you even ate vegetarian food without a single complaint.” “Course I did, figured as she was taking on Squishy it was the
least I could do.” “Oh, it was more than that, and you know it.” “I have no idea what you are on about.” “Really? … You don’t think she’s a great girl?” “Sure” “Who happens to be pretty?” Ochre looked a little uncomfortable; sure Blue was a friend but
this was his kid sister they were talking about. It probably wouldn’t be wise to
be too honest. “Well, I guess,
never really noticed.” Blue laughed. “Yeah
right; you just drooled over her through the whole of dinner.” “Alright, fine. I like her, and yeah, she’s pretty, but nothing’s
going to come of it.” “Yeah, I believe you. I could imagine her with Brad though. As he’s
got involved with all those campaigns to save marine habitats; and they’d
probably look cute together, don’t you think?” “Yeah, sure. We should
introduce them sometime.”
After a while
Ochre spoke again. “Actually, I’m more impressed that I didn’t cry… don’t
laugh.” “I’m not going to. It was emotional; Squishy has been a big part of
our lives, even if it was only for a little while. Look, don’t worry; you’ve got
Rebecca’s email address. She’ll tell you all the stuff he’s getting up to.”
“I know, but it won’t be the same without him around. Rebecca will
look after him really well though; she really cares about animals and stuff. So
he’ll be all right.” “Yeah,” Blue replied, resting a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “You
both will.” The End Author’s notes… I make no apologies for the PC pro animal
rights stance/language. It has been a deeply held conviction of mine for a very
long time. Whilst Squishy
the hamster is entirely fictional, many years ago I did have a hamster. Though
she crossed the rainbow bridge [to hamster heaven] in 1997, her memory still
lives on. The characters
of Rebecca and of course the animals, are my own creations. As is Pugsley, my
very first original character from back in the day. The others I’ve just
borrowed from the series.
Thanks to … Everyone on the forum here who responded to my
thread and got the story going in the first place. Marion, for the
beta reading Chris, for
everything else.
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