Learn to Trust
Part 2
By Kaiáa
Note: Sorry I cut off so randomly last time ;) I'll try to leave you more, fluidly
this time. Is "fluidly" even a word?? Luv Ya!!!
Alec sat on the bed next to her.
"I really didn't mean that. I'm sorry. Sometimes my tongue acts without
permission from my brain."
Max looked away, towards the wall, a blank stare on her face. "I know you
didn't, it doesn't matter." She said, avoiding looking at his face. "I don't want to,
you know, well… er, that's just wrong."
"It doesn't look like we were really given a whole lot of a choice. Scratch that,
none at all." Alec said.
Then Max remembered something, "Hey, what surveillance did Doc. have to do?"
"Um, she is kinda supposed to be recording what goes on between us. There's
probably video surveillance, but not in this room, I'm CO, so I get a little bit of
privacy."
"Oh wonderful, no "copulation" then." Replied considerably more lighthearted.
"Yup. None, unless no one else gets pregnant, and then we're in deep shit." Said
Alec.
"So, since it looks as though I'm stuck in this hell-hole for a while, I might as well
know the routine, so I don't get more time in psych than completely
unavoidable." Max said bitterly.
"Right. Schedule." He was looking right into those huge brown eyes now, "0430
is wake up call. 0445 is breakfast. 0500 is morning lessons, Military History, then
Mathematics, then Verbal usage, then Battle Strategy, then Health/Med.
Health/Med is by far the best, Doc. teaches it. Then at 1200 is lunch. Then we
have sparring/sim.s until 1900, which is free hour, doing assignments, 2200 is
dinner, if we get it, 2300 is lights out." Her face captivated Alec; she seemed
innocent, and yet so wise. Almost as though she was both young and old at the
same time. He stared at her without really realizing that she was talking him.
She waved a hand in front of his face, and he snapped back into reality.
"Anyone in there?" she asked jokingly.
Alec gave her a quizzical look and then jumped up onto his own bunk.
"Hey!" Max said as she stood up, "Why didn't you answer me?"
"Didn't hear your question," he muttered.
"Ah, yes, you did look like you were off in Lala Land." She said, "I asked if we
ever got any breaks."
"Sometimes, but very rare, unless you're on a mission, and then you get a day to
recoup, they say. I have one that's coming up in a week and I'll bet they
assigned you to it too. My old roommate was going to go, but he went to psych
and didn't come back out. We'll check the boards when you're back in regular
training." Alec responded.
Max lay down on her bunk, she was confused, why had Mr. Trained Soldier gone
off to Lala Land anyways? Maybe he was only human after all.
Max was given two days bed-rest, and Doc. checked up on her at meal-times
just to make sure she was fully functional. Max's two days off weren't very bad,
and Alec had come to check up on her several times throughout his "breaks" that
were made by running like hell in between classes.
Then next morning Alec and Max checked the boards in the dining hall, and saw
that 494 and 542 were on the same mission next Thursday. They hurried off to
Military History, where absolutely nothing eventful happened. They almost fell
asleep. In Mathematics, Max was forced to do a bunch of problems on the board
to test her performance under pressure, and she did them all perfectly, but the
teacher wasn't satisfied. He said that she was too slow, though she was very
accurate, and was given a packet of math problems to do for the remainder of
the period. In verbal usage, the teacher seemed to not really care what they
were doing, as they all studied French. Max already knew some French, and she
did quite well. In Battle strategy, they had the pants bored off them, and finally
they had Health/Med. Doc rushed in just before the bell that signaled start of
classes rang. She passed out diagrams to all of the X-5s in the class and
explained that they were going to learn a more advanced procedure for taking
out bullets, particularly automatic fire. Doc gave a short lecture, and then they
filled out the questions at the bottom of their diagrams. Max liked that class,
there was no, "Love Manticore" undertone. Doc sat at the front of the classroom
surveying all of them with a mixture of confusion and exasperation. She caught
Max's eye and smiled. It was obvious the little girl liked her. They finished their
day uneventfully, and fell into a much-awaited sleep.
Part 2
By Kaiáa
Note: Sorry I cut off so randomly last time ;) I'll try to leave you more, fluidly
this time. Is "fluidly" even a word?? Luv Ya!!!
Alec sat on the bed next to her.
"I really didn't mean that. I'm sorry. Sometimes my tongue acts without
permission from my brain."
Max looked away, towards the wall, a blank stare on her face. "I know you
didn't, it doesn't matter." She said, avoiding looking at his face. "I don't want to,
you know, well… er, that's just wrong."
"It doesn't look like we were really given a whole lot of a choice. Scratch that,
none at all." Alec said.
Then Max remembered something, "Hey, what surveillance did Doc. have to do?"
"Um, she is kinda supposed to be recording what goes on between us. There's
probably video surveillance, but not in this room, I'm CO, so I get a little bit of
privacy."
"Oh wonderful, no "copulation" then." Replied considerably more lighthearted.
"Yup. None, unless no one else gets pregnant, and then we're in deep shit." Said
Alec.
"So, since it looks as though I'm stuck in this hell-hole for a while, I might as well
know the routine, so I don't get more time in psych than completely
unavoidable." Max said bitterly.
"Right. Schedule." He was looking right into those huge brown eyes now, "0430
is wake up call. 0445 is breakfast. 0500 is morning lessons, Military History, then
Mathematics, then Verbal usage, then Battle Strategy, then Health/Med.
Health/Med is by far the best, Doc. teaches it. Then at 1200 is lunch. Then we
have sparring/sim.s until 1900, which is free hour, doing assignments, 2200 is
dinner, if we get it, 2300 is lights out." Her face captivated Alec; she seemed
innocent, and yet so wise. Almost as though she was both young and old at the
same time. He stared at her without really realizing that she was talking him.
She waved a hand in front of his face, and he snapped back into reality.
"Anyone in there?" she asked jokingly.
Alec gave her a quizzical look and then jumped up onto his own bunk.
"Hey!" Max said as she stood up, "Why didn't you answer me?"
"Didn't hear your question," he muttered.
"Ah, yes, you did look like you were off in Lala Land." She said, "I asked if we
ever got any breaks."
"Sometimes, but very rare, unless you're on a mission, and then you get a day to
recoup, they say. I have one that's coming up in a week and I'll bet they
assigned you to it too. My old roommate was going to go, but he went to psych
and didn't come back out. We'll check the boards when you're back in regular
training." Alec responded.
Max lay down on her bunk, she was confused, why had Mr. Trained Soldier gone
off to Lala Land anyways? Maybe he was only human after all.
Max was given two days bed-rest, and Doc. checked up on her at meal-times
just to make sure she was fully functional. Max's two days off weren't very bad,
and Alec had come to check up on her several times throughout his "breaks" that
were made by running like hell in between classes.
Then next morning Alec and Max checked the boards in the dining hall, and saw
that 494 and 542 were on the same mission next Thursday. They hurried off to
Military History, where absolutely nothing eventful happened. They almost fell
asleep. In Mathematics, Max was forced to do a bunch of problems on the board
to test her performance under pressure, and she did them all perfectly, but the
teacher wasn't satisfied. He said that she was too slow, though she was very
accurate, and was given a packet of math problems to do for the remainder of
the period. In verbal usage, the teacher seemed to not really care what they
were doing, as they all studied French. Max already knew some French, and she
did quite well. In Battle strategy, they had the pants bored off them, and finally
they had Health/Med. Doc rushed in just before the bell that signaled start of
classes rang. She passed out diagrams to all of the X-5s in the class and
explained that they were going to learn a more advanced procedure for taking
out bullets, particularly automatic fire. Doc gave a short lecture, and then they
filled out the questions at the bottom of their diagrams. Max liked that class,
there was no, "Love Manticore" undertone. Doc sat at the front of the classroom
surveying all of them with a mixture of confusion and exasperation. She caught
Max's eye and smiled. It was obvious the little girl liked her. They finished their
day uneventfully, and fell into a much-awaited sleep.