AN: So this would be the first fic I've written in several years. I got really caught up in roleplaying ((shameful headhang)) and whatnot. But now I'm going to try this again. I hope you enjoy.
I plan on getting better. I promise.
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It wasn't that he was necessarily incapable of emotion. He wasn't a robot; they hadn't programmed all feelings out of him. Omega simply didn't quite know how to work with them.
The first time he had ever felt a true and mind-boggling rush of emotion was when he laid eyes on Maximum Ride at the rally. His first instinct was to defeat her in every task, every test, to be better than her. Faster. Stronger. Smarter. But as each phase wore on, he found himself more and more intrigued by the smart-mouthed experiment the Director had dubbed a failure. She was strong, beautiful, led by her courage and will with such great stamina and confidence that it sparked in him most peculiar sensations.
Eventually Omega felt a yearning to see her again. Now and then he roamed the halls of Itex headquarters, his face blank, pale eyes as fixed as steel, and simply thought. None of the caged children interested him. Only the prospect of finding Max did.
His interest never showed. Marian was unaware of the way his eyes fixed on Max's face whenever it came up on a screen or in a picture. Years of stifling human emotion early on as a child made it easy enough anymore. But inside he could not deny the inexorable pull that cried out for him to find her. Omega wanted to request a rematch and defeat her.
And yet…he also wished to possess her. So many times had he heard of what an uncooperative and elusive creature she was. To own Maximum Ride would be the ultimate prize, the greatest accomplishment, surely. The pride, the satisfaction, the pleasure.
Omega's handsome young face frowned ever so slightly. What exactly did pleasure feel like? He was not so sheltered as to not know what sex was. All animals partook in it, or so he was led to believe. Wasn't he an animal? A perfect, well-designed animal superior to the rest? If anyone deserved to gain pleasure out of life, surely it was he.
And who was worthy of him? No one but Maximum Ride. The Maximum Ride. Not her clone, none of the other flock, just her. Her power, her strength, her soul, her body; he deserved to own it all. To own her. They would be the greatest team ever to grace the planet.
The Director's words were law, yet he could not help but privately doubt her opinion on the avian hybrid and feel that if anyone were to be his match, it was Maximum. They could reproduce. Their DNA combined into a child would certainly result in a god-like being.
Perhaps Marian would see his reasoning and agree. Perhaps she would deliver the girl to him so that he could—what did they call it?—woo her and continue from there.
A smile graced his lips for a fraction of a second as Omega changed his course and made his way to the Director's office to propose this idea. After all, he felt he deserved for this wish to be granted. And that made him feel…happy.
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AN: Yaaay I'm done. Feel free to honestly tell me what you thought. Omega's just such a fascinating (if minor) character to me, and Max/Omega makes me giddy.