A/N: Well, the X-5s all had mothers right? That's if I followed season 1 correctly. So basically I got to thinking about the mother who had to give up two of her children, Ben and Alec. So here you go.
Setting: Pollo-Loco
People say I spoil my children. They don't understand. I treat each of my two children as though they are two. It's guilt really, not love or hatred of myself. I knew I had to give up my babies. I needed the money. And the government was willing to pay for them. My baby twins. Most of the women didn't seem to care at all. One cared too much and was forever trying to escape. I cared, but there was nothing else I could do. I just wanted to curl up and pretend that everything was all right. That I wasn't even pregnant. Some nights I would imagine that my babies were my own, that when they were born I would look after them. Teach them things. God, I wanted that to happen so bad. I would think of escaping. Running away. Running forever. That's what stopped me. The knowledge that I could never truly escape this place, that my twins could never be happy. When they were born I barely even got to see them. One minute they were pulled from me, screaming. The next they were gone. They didn't even leave the first as I pushed out the second. I had a glimpse of them though. Two pairs of perfect feet and perfect hands. Two beautiful little faces, identical in every way. After I'd been paid and asked, forced, to leave those few seconds were all that kept me going. I'd never get to see them again. I'd never hear their voices, see the colour of their eyes. I'd never even get to dress them up in cute little identical outfits. When I had my children, my little babies. I clung to them for hours after they were born, I couldn't bear the idea that they might be taken from me too. I know what I did was wrong. I couldn't even vaguely imagine giving up my children now. The twins must be nineteen now, ten years older then my eldest. But sometimes I think that I only had them for the money, so it doesn't matter that I left them. I just wish I knew. What their childhood was like. What they had done to them. Whether they protected each other. Whether they even knew about each other. Whether they cared about me. I just want to be at peace with them.
Seattle...
Max snapped the boy's neck, crying even as she did so. Ben's body shook for a few seconds before he gasped silently, his eyes wide. At peace.
Manticore...
494 woke abruptly. His body was covered in sweat and his breath came out in ragged gasps. He tried to grasp on to the nightmare that had been running through his mind. But it wouldn't stay, it was drifting away from him as quickly as he held onto the facts. A girl crying, the name Ben pounding in his ears as he felt as though half of his heart had been torn out. He thought about telling someone and quickly dismissed the idea, he didn't needed weeks of pysch observation over some dream. He closed his eyes and fell back onto the bed falling back into sleep. Never at peace.
Setting: Pollo-Loco
People say I spoil my children. They don't understand. I treat each of my two children as though they are two. It's guilt really, not love or hatred of myself. I knew I had to give up my babies. I needed the money. And the government was willing to pay for them. My baby twins. Most of the women didn't seem to care at all. One cared too much and was forever trying to escape. I cared, but there was nothing else I could do. I just wanted to curl up and pretend that everything was all right. That I wasn't even pregnant. Some nights I would imagine that my babies were my own, that when they were born I would look after them. Teach them things. God, I wanted that to happen so bad. I would think of escaping. Running away. Running forever. That's what stopped me. The knowledge that I could never truly escape this place, that my twins could never be happy. When they were born I barely even got to see them. One minute they were pulled from me, screaming. The next they were gone. They didn't even leave the first as I pushed out the second. I had a glimpse of them though. Two pairs of perfect feet and perfect hands. Two beautiful little faces, identical in every way. After I'd been paid and asked, forced, to leave those few seconds were all that kept me going. I'd never get to see them again. I'd never hear their voices, see the colour of their eyes. I'd never even get to dress them up in cute little identical outfits. When I had my children, my little babies. I clung to them for hours after they were born, I couldn't bear the idea that they might be taken from me too. I know what I did was wrong. I couldn't even vaguely imagine giving up my children now. The twins must be nineteen now, ten years older then my eldest. But sometimes I think that I only had them for the money, so it doesn't matter that I left them. I just wish I knew. What their childhood was like. What they had done to them. Whether they protected each other. Whether they even knew about each other. Whether they cared about me. I just want to be at peace with them.
Seattle...
Max snapped the boy's neck, crying even as she did so. Ben's body shook for a few seconds before he gasped silently, his eyes wide. At peace.
Manticore...
494 woke abruptly. His body was covered in sweat and his breath came out in ragged gasps. He tried to grasp on to the nightmare that had been running through his mind. But it wouldn't stay, it was drifting away from him as quickly as he held onto the facts. A girl crying, the name Ben pounding in his ears as he felt as though half of his heart had been torn out. He thought about telling someone and quickly dismissed the idea, he didn't needed weeks of pysch observation over some dream. He closed his eyes and fell back onto the bed falling back into sleep. Never at peace.