Maine sighed, leaning forward and resting his hands on the slippery tile wall in front of him. Steam swirled around in barely-there wisps as hot water cascaded down on his head and shoulders before sliding over his stomach and working its way around his groin. He rolled his shoulders and lifted his head, his blonde hair sticking to his skull as the warm liquid dripped from the strands. He breathed slowly, his chest rising and falling in timed shifts, as he tried his best to think straight, to clear the hazy mess of static his neurons were setting off.
It had been three months since Sigma had been implanted in him; and while he was thankful for the company at times, the AI had done few things other than muddle his thoughts. His mind was dull and it took him every ounce of his will power to focus on something for more than a few minutes at a time. Due to this, Maine had started becoming increasingly agitated, pissed off and as result of that…drunk.
He felt like his brain was turning into a pile of useless goo inside his skull. He picked at his ears with his pinkie, wondering how long it would be until grey matter started seeping out of his ears.
You know that is not actually possible, right? Sigma inquired.
'Yes, Sig, I know…' he responded, tapping his forehead against the wall in annoyance. Were all of the AI so fucking literal all the god-damned time?
"…ch…" He pushed off the wall and reached forward, turning the knob for the shower off. The water ceased and he felt the cold conditioned air from the bathroom seeping into the stall almost immediately. He pushed the shower curtain back with his left arm and ran his right hand though his wet hair, slicking it back out of his eyes. Water ran in small trickles down his face, he blinked a few times to get the stuff out of his eyes.
He grabbed a towel from the rack by the door and wrapped it around his waist as he entered into his bedroom. He walked past the bed, casting a disinterested glance at the woman still sleeping there and plopped down in a chair by the window. He sighed, leaning forward and resting his arms on his knees. He stared at the floor as a pair of slender arms wrapped around his shoulders. The woman that had been in his bed played with hair, purring in his ear.
"G'morning."
Maine grunted in response. He noticed his dog tags hanging between her breasts and frowned. When the hell had she gotten a hold of those?
Silence passed for a while as his bedmate trailed her hands down over his chest and abdomen before Sigma piped up, "I had an idea I wanted to present to you," he said, almost warily.
Maine raised an eyebrow. "What?"
Sigma paused, briefly, before continuing. "It involves the Alpha."
Maine sat forward a little. He reached his hand up and hooked a finger around the chain on his tags. With a yank, they came free. "These are mine," he growled. His one night stand yelped a bit in response. Maine jabbed his finger towards the door.
"You know the way out," he said bluntly. The woman gawked for a minute before huffing. She turned and collected her clothes from their random locations around his room as she made her way to the door. She slammed it behind her as she left.
Sigma's avatar flashed to life in front of Maine once they were alone. "I know how we can re-create Alpha."
Maine smirked, leaning back and crossing his arms. "You have my full attention."
"I thought it might," Sig responded.
A/N: Gee, I wonder what happens after this?
