TN Genesis of Obsession

Chapter 1: Attraction

AN: Commander Nathaniel Taylor and Jim Shannon begin their hedonistic obsession with each other. Episode one (Genesis) begs to have added scenes and a full development of what was not being said between all those hot glances. Enjoy.

"Citizens of 2149…I am Commander Nathaniel Taylor, but you probably already know that. Congratulations…" Taylor projected in a deep voice from the command center.

Jim Shannon turned to the baritone voice. The impact of all that is Taylor overwhelmed his senses in a rush of adrenalin that sailed thru his veins. It was like being struck by a moving vehicle…instant and deadly.

Taylor stood in radiant sunlight that shone down on his ruggedly attractive face, muscled body and well-developed arms that promised nights and days filled with unrelenting ecstasy. Taylor radiated pure sexual heat like a pent up inferno waiting to consume. But, it was more than just Taylor's body that threatened to captivate Jim.

Hope. Confidence. Strength. Attraction.

Jim shook his head slightly. It had been just over two years since he had reacted to a man's presence. The paltry reactions in the past had never flared this primal or seductive. With others, it had been more of a need to find another instead of an unseen force that threatened to pull him forward trapping his sense of self within the control of another man.

What the hell is happening? Maybe it's the new place. I'm just not use to the sunlight yet. I don't feel attracted to him. I. Do. Not. Feel. Attracted … feel attraction. Remain calm. Calm. Not again. Never again! I will not give in again. No, it's not happening again. It's just too much oxygen and sun. He lied to himself, and tried to pull his eyes away from the charismatic form standing above them while his traitorous pulse thundered throughout his body.

He trembled, both guilt ridden and needy. He promised himself that his wife and children would be enough, but they were not. He promised himself if he got out he would never ask for anything else and be thankful, but his body already was asking for more. He felt as if his grasp on some truth was slipping, but what was it that he vowed to remember?

Jim could not tear his eyes from the older man. His eyes were locked as if he held a suspect in his sights. Something elusive. Something that would get away if it was not watched closely. Something dangerous.

Attraction brings danger. His mind yelled at him in remembrance. Yes, that was what he was trying to remember. That was his chant the last two years while he was locked away in prison.

Unbidden, memories flashed in his mind of betrayal. The last time Jim gave into attraction to someone other than his wife, it had resulted in the man demanding that Jim leave his wife and children for him. The man resorted to threats of telling Elizabeth about them.

Jim did not tell Scott that Elisabeth already knew. Jim knew that Elizabeth understood from when they first met that he sometimes found himself needing something more than she can provide…the strength and care of another man's arms. It was like an intoxicating dream just out of reach and forbidden for him, but he watched others dwell there. It was his secret that gained power and strength over him the more he denied it till it broke forward in anyone's direction that would sate the hunger.

Elizabeth was willing to over look it because she herself had what she believed to be a darker secret, which she always kept carefully hidden from all others except Jim. Both of them understood that they truly loved each other and would never want to be parted, but each of them had needs that they cannot fully satisfy together. With mutual understanding and situations brought acceptance.

Jim could feel the sensations of arousal almost fully fade as images of a man who he thought cared for him threatened him with something more dangerous. He threatened to turn him into to his cousin who was an officer of the Population Control division.

When Jim broke things off with him permanently, Scott followed thru on his threat. Scott's cousin showed up at his dwelling and his men searched their place. This fact tormented Jim the entire time he was in Golad Prison. He remembered the officer whispering to him that he would never see Zoe again because she was the third child and law states you can only have two. That was when Jim snapped and punched the guy while trying to get to his daughter.

In the present, he started to feel the unrelenting electric shock from the stunner coursing over his muscles.

No. That's in the past. It will never happen again. I will never put my family in danger again because of selfishness. Jim blinked trying to fight back the visions and sensations of the past by focusing on the moment he was in.

The sound of Taylor's voice and the force of his presence soon penetrated the darkness of Jim's memories. His mind started to drift over other memories. This time they were of Taylor's tall muscular frame wrapped in black military fatigues on lottery applications. He remembered viewing Taylor as being a symbol of freedom and adventure.

While incarcerated, Jim had sat alone in a toxic filled room telling stories to himself that he would be released and that his family would win the lottery. It was a hope that kept him being able to stand the cold loneliness of his cell. He was in the moment that he had wished for, but his mind was trapping him in the past.

Jim stood listening to Taylor welcoming the new comers to a new life while breathing clean air and standing outside in sunlight. It was starting to sink in that he was one of the people that Taylor was welcoming to Terra Nova.

Welcoming me and my entire family. A dizzying sense of surrealism almost overwhelmed Jim as he started listening to Taylor again. Oh, he had been listing to the sound of Taylor's voice for the past few moments, but not the words.

"…we destroyed our home." Taylor paused while scanning the crowd with a determined expression as if waiting for the full meaning of his words to sink in before continuing.

The impact of Taylor's words slammed into Jim. No, I destroyed my home. I gave in and destroyed my home. Stop it. People are watching. Act normal. I need to be strong.

Jim was always the one that others turned to for protection or to make things right. Even on the police force, the other police officers would trust that he would be able to do near impossible feats to save them. He saw the trust in their eyes. He wanted to let it go even for a short time.

The small voice of need was getting louder again. What he needed was to be the one feeling he was protected from harm and being taken care of or watched over.

In that moment, Taylor personified strength. Taylor was a man who survived harsh elements and dangers. Taylor was a man Jim could get lost in and surrender to. As their eyes met for the first time, a sinking feeling almost brought Jim to his knees.

Taylor spotted Jim standing in the center of the group with his family surrounding him. No place in Terra Nova for risking the group for your own selfish reasons. He's a threat.

Taylor noticed flashes of sadness and loss flicker in the younger man's eyes. This he did not expect from a threat. He was a man who broke the rules, and threatened his family group by his very presence. Threats were suppose to be angered or self entitled enemies who were seeking to destroy what Taylor had built, but he could sense only sorrow and longing.

Taylor's own anger was tempered at seeing the defeated look on Jim's face and his rigid stance. He almost wanted to go to the man and offer comfort, but he did not know why.

"But we have been entrusted with a second chance…a chance to start over…" Taylor locked eyes with Jim for the first time, and Jim lowered his gaze as if in guilt or humility then glanced to his wife. Interest sparked in Taylor. He watched Jim's wife Elizabeth tip her head toward Jim in an acknowledgement or understanding of some kind. The three children never noticed the interaction.

They had an extra kid, he got locked up, and he arrived with her and the extra child. But, what I don't get is this feeling that something else is going on here. Trouble? We shall see. We shall see.

"…a chance to get it right. Welcome to Terra Nova folks. Welcome home." The crowd started to clap, and Taylor joined them giving a nod to one of his men.

Taylor entered his office, reclined slightly in his chair, and picked up his report about the Shannon family. He already spoke with Lt. Washington about keeping an eye on them as they entered, and to be watchful for any attacks just in case if Jim was planted in the 10th for more nefarious reasons.

Can't trust the reports. I need to decide for myself what's going on here. I'll focus on her first and see how each of them reacts. Does he let her take the weight of the blame, or will he intercede? Will they lie?

Will Jim's voice sound as hedonistic as his body looks? Shocked at himself, Taylor started to scowl. Whenever he found someone attractive, he tended to show the exact opposite reaction.

It took three months before Lt. Washington called him on his actions of always acting displeased with everything she did even if it was perfectly what he asked for. She had called him on it believing that he did not like women in places of power. He then laid his cards on the table and the next thing he knew she laid him out on the table climbing on top of him. About the time he switched positions with her and pressed her into the floor, several of his men came in and later claimed they thought that a dinosaur had broken in and was killing Wash. He had to go to the infirmary after the incident to get stitched up. Wildcat Wash.

Taylor got a new desk out of it the very next day. Wash had a table made out of the dinosaur he killed the day before. She called it a trophy table.

Taylor ignored the couple that walked into his office and instead of talking with them read Elizabeth's file, then set it down on the trophy table to stare Elizabeth in the eye.

Dr. Elizabeth Shannon started to interrupt his intro to his own personal interrogation of her, but he just stood to display his dominance in the situation and continued only talking and glaring at her.

"What am I to make of this?" Taylor still stood behind his desk waiting to see who would react to the question.

Jim stepped forward proclaiming his wife's innocence saying she did not know he planned to escape prison and be a stow away.

Lie. "Didn't she? A man doesn't escape from Golad without help from the outside." Taylor was not sure yet if it was sheer luck the wife managed to arrange to get him out and to Terra Nova, or if they got outside help from his enemies.

Could be a spy dressed up as a happy family victimized by the system for having an extra child.

Jim claimed they did everything because they would not let them take his child to Terra Nova.

Truth.

Taylor expressed that he did not care about population laws from the past, but that he cared if someone was useful or not. He pointed out that Jim was not useful and only an escaped fugitive.

Taylor's mind detailed erotic positions that Jim's body would be useful for and enthusiastically played visuals of Jim's naked body eagerly straining against his driving them both to release. Taylor quickly shut off that train of thought. Keep your eyes on her. Talk to her. Damn it.

To his last statement, Elizabeth spoke using the theme from Taylor's speech back at him, "Commander Taylor, all we're looking for here is … a fresh start. We just want to be a family again."

Want to be a family…truth. She's transparent. Not good at pulling off a lie even if someone else is the one doing the lying. The intensity of her conviction and desire to have her family together were things he also shared. He also wished that he could have his son back, and that things would we alright between them. Ok, I buy it. Now, what about him?

"Well, Dr. Shannon we are pleased to have you here. Lieutenant Washington will show you to your kids. I'm going to have a private word with your husband." Taylor turned to give Jim some room, so that he could close in on him when he needed to get a reaction.

Why did I send both of our women away? Why do I feel like the one on display? Stop. Focus.

He pointed out that Jim was a cop and Elizabeth was very accomplished. All he while his fingers were laced in front of him using them to gesture. He kept them laced as much as possible in order to stop them from trying to reach to unbutton Jim's shirt.

He noticed that Jim clasped his fingers in a similar stance, but left his arms hanging free and not bent at the elbow like his were.

Jim's trying to play along with me. He wants to play agreeable when I need him to react so I can see his agenda. Well, we can fix that.

Taylor then asked why they risked everything by breaking the law that limits families to only two children.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time." Shannon's flippant response was combined with an expression of a teenage boy getting caught speeding in a vehicle.

Impulse my ass. That's self-defense if I have ever seen it. She must have gotten pregnant, and they could not bring themselves to kill the fetus. They chose life for the child at the risk of destroying their life. Loyalty. Let's push past this stupid act to his true feelings and agenda. Time to close in. Time to kiss him. No. Time to push him. Yes, against the wall and rip his shirt open and slowly devour his chest and neck with my tongue, lips and teeth while my hands... NO! Focus.

Taylor moved away from the desk getting closer to Jim becoming more aware that Jim was an attractive man and that his body reacted with closer proximity, "You thought it was a good idea? That you'd actually get away with it. Good grief son what were you thinking?"

Am I laughing at him or at myself?

Jim's smirk and playful tone drained away and was replaced by a darker impatience, "What's between me and my wife is none of your damn business. Now are you going to lock me up or what?"

Taylor was starting to smile enjoying Jim's new reaction and deeper voice. That's a bit more forceful. Interesting. My vote is for "or what".

He mused to himself that it was time to get ugly and toss out a threat for good measure. "What I ought to do is throw you outside the fence and let you fend for yourself." You could take it and survive, but could you take me?

"No what you ought to do is give me a gun and a badge and let me do what I'm good at. There must be some bad guys around here need catching." Jim's every movement was a taunt and his eyes were filled with playful mockery that he could be useful if given a chance.

He means what he's saying.

Taylor's mind continued playing over possibilities. But, does he mean me…that I am the bad guy that needs catching…did they send him to get evidence against me? Is that how he got out and here? Did they give him a get out of jail free card and let him slip by security at the platform so that he could enter Terra Nova looking like a victim of the system? Did they let his wife think it was her idea to bust him out, but helped her get him out without her knowing? Did they threaten him into doing it by holding his third child Zoe captive if he did not come here with this pretend story of escape keeping it a secret even from his wife? If so, his wife really is not in on it. She does truly believe he escaped. She has utter trust in him. I cannot afford the luxury of trusting anyone.

Taylor found himself wanting to continue this up close banter with Jim. He felt almost desperate for it. His body cried out to close the distance and wipe the smirk off of Jim's lush lips with a fiery kiss. There was a reason why he should back away. Yes, there were reasons. Lots of reasons why…he should press their lips together and explore him with his tongue and taste him. Yes, taste was a reason. The reason was intoxicating. Reason? What the hell! Damnation I'm getting off track.

Ok. Or, is he just fishing for a way to be useful to fulfill his wife's goal of family reunification? Damnation! I can't tell. He is messing with my mind. Such pale blue eyes wild with determination and wicked playfulness. I hate this…this…attraction. He could be a spy, he could be in it with the Sixers, or he could be a man loyal to his family who would allow or turn down my advances. Just one night of sizzling seductive sex would not be enough to…focus.

He's a threat. Focus! I need distance. Don't touch him…touch him. Walk away and for God's sake sit down.

Taylor could feel the traitor in his pants hardening at the sensations of Jim's breath fanning over his slightly sweaty skin. He turned away from the embodiment of temptation standing before him.

"Agricultural detail is down a man. That's all." Taylor sat down making it obvious the conversation was over. He witnessed Jim letting out a breath. Is he having the same reaction to me that I am having to him? The traitor in his pants yelled YES, but his mind scanned Jim's body…no he is just relieved I did not lock him up.

Taylor clenched his hands and placed them slightly over his lap to hide the traitor who was becoming increasingly hard to ignore.

Taylor's mind raced as his words hung between them. If everything he says is true and if everything is the way it appears, his motives were not selfish after all. He was protecting the family group with his life. Even now with me, he shielded his wife from blame and pushed to point out he is useful if given a chance. He is trying to make her happy. He is trying to meet her goal of being a family again. Self sacrificing. Maybe. Friend or foe? New threat or new obsession?

Jim persisted in having the last word, "According to my daughter, I have the opposite of whatever a green thumb is." Jim tried to point out that growing things is not what he is good at, but he would still try to prove himself worthy to Taylor.

No, the traitor is making it obvious you can make things grow. I really don't care what you think! I need to stop talking to him. Taylor did not know if the "him" he needed to stop talking to was the him in his pants or the man before him.Taylor pondered that the traitor residing in his pants started to press forward pointing at whose side he was on.

Taylor smiled and nodded to hide his desire. He fought the urge to move from behind his desk and press himself against Jim. It had been over ten years since he had to deal with this level of attraction and sensual bombardment. Sure, Wash and he were each others go to person for sex when it was needed. They always had a great time stripping each other and going at it hard and fast to sate the need.

But after this personal debate with Jim, he wanted to take his time discovering the virile man's body. He desired…no needed to find what areas on his body elicited gasps of pleasure when licked and what fantasies fulfilled would bring moans of ecstasy. His mind played visions of undressing Jim slowly.

"I'll do my best." Jim turned reluctantly and left.

Taylor's eyes filled with intense suspicion that verged on anger.

I need him to stay, but I want him to go. I am so attracted to him that I'm not thinking clearly. He is everything God could have promised and everything the Devil could temp me with…Truth.

AN: End of first chapter. What do you think? What's next? Oh yes, Taylor spying on a shirtless oh so very hot Jim weeding the fence. I think we are getting closer and closer to a hot sexy Taylor Tackle! Hehehehehe