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Summary: I still don't know how it began, I even less sure about how it's going to end. And I still have to tell him that, whether he likes it or not, from now on I won't be drinking wine or any other alcohol for quite a while.
A/N: Alright, everyone, this is my very first "Galactik Football" fanfic. It is set post the 11th episode of the second season. And yes, I know, the characters I have chosen may seem to be really weird to you, but there's nothing I can do: I had to get this plot bunny out of my head.
Unexpected.
It was funny, really, how it all began. I never actually knew him well before… Until it turned out we were secretly working for one and the same person.
His (or should I say "our"?) boss was the former executive of Technoid, now a wanted criminal. Heck, what am I talking about?! He's not wanted! He's considered dead! And if anyone ever found out he was alive, he'd be caught, tortured and probably killed the worst way possible. I doubt I'd have a better ending if I were caught helping him.
So, why would I bother getting involved with the infamous General Bleylock? Just because I used to be his one night stand doesn't mean I have to be helping him now, right?
Right…
It's not that I love him. NO. Never. Not in a million years. And no, I never ever did. It was just a… Okay, it was not a one night stand, it was actually a six months long affair. Rumors actually started spreading that the "calculative, cold-hearted, rock solid" general Bleylock was finally going to "settle down", if you know what I mean… Thank God that newspaper was shut down for good the following day.
So, nope, it's definitely not love.
What is it then? Infatuation?
Yeah, right, as if. Look at him now. I could take pity on him in his current condition. Although even now he is a cause of any feeling BUT pity.
Fear?
And what am I supposed to be afraid of? He would be a wanted criminal if anyone was to find out he's alive. I could say just one word to Duke Maddox, and Bleylock would be down and dead. Not something to be afraid of.
Then why? Why did I agree on this? Why did I agree to gather information for him? Why was I wasting my precious time helping him?
I still don't know the answers to those questions. I guess it's because I got so tired of my damn life that I decided that a change – any change – would be welcomed.
I never expected to meet him there, though. The current executive of Technoid? Helping out the former one?
God, how many more surprises there were still in store for me.
I was walking towards the lab, thinking over what had happened.
I was walking alone, he was not there.
Of course, he wasn't. He had been gone before I even woke up. And there was nothing surprising about that, really. I bet he was already regretting everything, trying to avoid me. Would he even speak to me when I see him? Probably. Or maybe not. Will he pretend there's nothing between us and act as if the last night didn't even happen? Definitely not.
'And he's good… Very, very good. Especially for someone who is forty-six… I'd even say he's wild. Maybe even as much as Bleylock. But he's… more gentle.'
Although I smirked widely at the thought, I had to push it to the back of my mind. It was surely not the time to be thinking of that, especially as I was nearing the doors to the lab.
I pressed my pass card against the security device (no longer an exclusive property of Technoid), and the door slid open.
"Ah, you're just in time, Madison."
Bleylock.
The man was sitting on a sofa, Harris standing in front of him with a steel case in his hand.
'The flux,' I thought at once.
"Our dear friend Harris here was just about to take the flux cup to the ship in the astroport," Bleylock stated in his iron voice, "You will be going with him. For reassurance."
"Yes, General," I said quietly. I tried to look at Harris, but he was stubbornly avoiding my glance. I noticed he was also shacking badly from all the pressure: what he was 'entrusted' to deliver could explode any moment and wipe away a small planet… Not to mention the holder.
I exited the room and headed for the astroport. I could hear Harris following close behind. I didn't say a word, though. I didn't even bother to look back. The way he avoided my eyes a few moments ago made it clear to me that he didn't wish to talk to me right now.
Although I was never a fan of silences, especially the uncomfortable ones (and this definitely did fall under such a category), I remained quite.
'Doesn't want to talk, huh? So be it.'
Silence couldn't go on forever. He HAD to talk to me eventually.
Though at first he talked only about 'business' and in a monotone voice, he didn't manage to avoid THE topic for too long.
And he called it a mistake.
It hurt before I could even realize. It hurt so damn much. But I wouldn't tell him, I wouldn't show a thing.
Hey, wait a second… I did tell him something! In fact, I told him a whole bunch of 'something's. And I felt like a winner, when the whole argument ended in a passionate make-out session.
Another mistake, Harris?
I woke up to strong rays of light hitting my face through the slits in the curtains.
'So it's morning already,' I thought lazily.
But I had no desire to get out of bed whatsoever. Bathing in the warm comfortable feeling, I turned around and reached out for him… Only to find an empty space.
I bolted upwards a little. He was gone. Again. Having left only his pleasant scent behind. Right, he had work to do. As if I didn't have it… Oh well, I was the one acting like a lazy butt there, not wishing to get up. He just didn't want to wake me, so he left.
It'd been like this for quite a while now, ever since I moved in with him. I woke up every morning to find him gone, whether on official Technoid business or on missions from Bleylock I could never tell, but deep down I always hoped it wasn't the latter: his tasks were getting more and more dangerous and more and more life threatening. Every time I knew he was completing one, I always felt anxious and scared. Yes, scared. It was hard to admit it even to myself, but I was afraid for him. I was scared he wasn't coming back: either he'd get killed, or caught by authorities.
Was I… Was I falling for him?
Yes… I was.
I'd never admit it to him, I never wanted to make a fool of myself – for I knew he wouldn't care, not as much as I do, - but I WAS falling for him. Oh, God, help me.
Just as I thought those words, I felt a strange sickening feeling taking over me. Even though I was lying, I felt my head starting to spin, and I suddenly had an urge to throw up.
I jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom.
With a loud 'clang', the small device fell to the cold stone floor of the bathroom.
I sank to my knees, face in my hands. Two pink lines, two pink lines… I was not on the verge of tears. No, I was way past that state. I just closed my eyes, and stayed still, rocking back and fro slightly.
How could this happen?... How could this… Oh, God, we were so careful…
But it was too late now. The deed was done, and I found myself in a situation that I swore so many times before I'd never find myself in.
I was pregnant. I was caring the child of a man, my lover, my (what I thought) short-term relationship.
What was I to do now? Yes, getting rid of the child would be one option… (And he'd probably tell you to do it...) But I couldn't. No, I wouldn't. I loved this child. Despite all the misery and trouble I was sure there was to come, I already loved this new little life inside of me (Just as much as I loved his father...) And I wouldn't even consider killing it, no matter what Harris would say.
He came home looking as tired and troubled as always. I was already in the living room, dinner served, waiting for him to join me. As always. He came in, and smiled as he saw me, a real genuine smile: not a smirk, not an evil, but kind-hearted smile. The one only I was allowed to see. He came up to me, kissed me on the lips and sat at the table with me. I asked him how his day was, he rolled his eyes and told me in a few words that it was nothing disastrous but not much fun either.
I smiled, trying my best not to make it into a sad smile: after all, I knew I was about to make his day a lot more troubled.
He took the bottle of red wine, my favorite, opened it and reached out for my glass.
"No, thank you," I said quietly.
He looked at me, surprised. He knew I never refused a glass of red wine in the evening. He placed the bottle back on its place.
"Harris, I… There's something I need to tell you…"
A/N: Yes, yes, I know. WEIRD. But… I had to get rid of those bunnies somehow!! Please don't kill me!