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"You speak as though I'm going to die tomorrow."
She really shouldn't have been listening but it was just too good of an opportunity to pass up. Really who left a door slightly closed when they needed to have a serious conversation.
Her shoes had been taken off, they were in her hands, she didn't need to have them catch her if she needed to get out quick.
Monroe was in a conference with his adviser; some small old man with silver hair, sun damaged skin and wrinkles to go around.
This conference had been so important that Monroe had literally pushed her out of the room when the ever important man had popped up with an ever important conversation.
She should be hiding away in her room or hiding away with Julia or even trying to find out what ever happened to Nate-Jason.
Really she needed to fix that problem, one day if she was in a situation when she actually needed him calling out the name Nate was just not going to grab his attention.
Either or Monroe had pretty much had her in his grasp that morning. There was no questioning that he'd known she hadn't been awake last night when he'd come into her room after his … well he knew she'd been awake.
He knew she'd been awake and he was trying to touch her again, this time she wasn't faking sleep and she was standing and clothed.
The man was like fifty- wait no what had he'd said again?
'Why play pretend, maybe not the first time, but the next would be much more enjoyable'. he'd said with a playful and mad grin across his face. She didn't hide her grimace or the way her nose scrunched up.
'Thank you, but no thank you, your Miles best friend and your like fifty'.
He laughed, he'd actually laughed and there was that grin again. 'I haven't heard talk like that since the blackout … but actually if you'd like to know I'll be forty-three this winter.'
She wasn't actually sure if that helped the situation right now.
Ah yes, he was forty-two going on forty-three this winter, how could she have forgotten that little teed-bit of information?
"Maybe not tomorrow but you are not immortal Bass, eventually like all other creatures on this earth you will die. … It would be wise to have preparations made. This would be a wise move.'
What sort of idiot started speaking words like immortal in front of someone like Monroe, now he would be on the hunt for finding immortality. That was something that nobody needed or wanted to be part of. The hunt for technology had already torn innocent people against each other the thought of immortality and Monroe put together looked even worse from her standing point.
Mentally she groaned why had she been stupid enough to walk away from the door in the first place. She had absolutely no idea what they were talking about now! All she knew was that this whole conversation had to be about Monroe and the future of the Monroe Republic.
"I don't think it's necessary at all", his adviser would have none of it though as he spoke talking as if he hadn't heard what Monroe had just said.
"You know you should take this opportunity, the Matheson girl is good looking, she's healthy, very healthy considering how these village girls look and best of all she comes from a very good lineage a line that you know just as good as your own."
Her eyes widened she was already in his target range she didn't need more baggage to carry around.
"I doubt that would be a wise decision, the girl would probably kill herself before anything like that could happen'.
Girl? Since when was she a girl, not to long ago he had been looking at her like she was everything but a girl.
Monroe was ignored again though as the skinny old man continued. "You know with the rumors going around that she'd been the one to kill off a few of our men at the training facilities … With that sort of reputation growing and your own, I can already see what a future could be like for the Monroe Republic".
"It's not going to happen, and even if I for some crazy reason had a change of heart it wouldn't be with a Matheson".
"So you would prefer a whore over a traitors niece?"
Well she was sure he would, he proved that just last night … sort of, kind of she wasn't actually sure what that was other than pure twisted torture.
"Bass, this is your future, your nation, if and whenever you die your nation will go to another person. Neville and so many other people will be wanting your chair and it would no long be Monroe's Republic it would be something else entirely different than what you built".
Well of course everyone wanted Monroe's seat, he was President and a General of a Militia for heavens sake.
"But a child, I think it's completely unnecessary".
A child! Was this adviser madder than Monroe?!
… It would make sense, a lot actually, a mad adviser would drive a Militia General even madder than he already was. Maybe this is what changed him, maybe it was this adviser that that drove him and Miles apart.
"It's completely necessary … Think about it Bass, a child will grow, will learn he can be everything you want for your nations future, unlike all these other fools, you can start from scratch a clean mind to mold into the perfect leader."
Mad adviser was just talking madness now. "He?"
"Oh yes, it must be a male heir, while women can be beautiful creatures they are … emotional and hormonal. I mean look at how Eve screwed up her and Adam's time in Eden. … A male heir is better."
Well he wasn't shy about his thoughts on the female race was he now.
There was a sigh, she really hoped he wasn't thinking about it, he didn't need an heir, there was no need for a mini mad man running around.
Especially a mini Monroe. Geez she couldn't even try to imagine that.
Besides there was no way she was going to allow Monroe to touch her now with the facts that he may only want for her to carry his child.
"I haven't had a child so far what makes you think that I'm still capable … with all the fighting and the gunshot wounds I may not be virile anymore".
Say true, say true, he needed to be sterile, he had to be sterile, she would rather die than have a chance at having his child at any moment.
"Ah your in luck." There was a shuffling that could be heard and something dropped onto the desk. "Those are your recent exams, you Mr. President are perfectly healthy, you forget that I make sure these girls are taken care of after and before they make their way to you. … You haven't had a child because we've never wanted to have a child."
"And now we do?"
"Your turning forty-three next winter and then soon enough you'll be hitting your midlife birthday. If you have an heir to old you won't have a chance to properly vet them, you'll end dying of old age before they're even a teenager.
"Eight years will change that though?"
It wasn't actually a question it was more or less a statement, an amusement for him, she could hear it in his voice.
"It'll make more of a difference than fifty."
It's starting to sound like he's considering it now. "Let's wait until after my birthday for this, I wouldn't want the mother of my future child freezing while she's carrying my heir."
How chivalrous of him. The little adviser thought the same as well as he spoke in a chipper tone.
"Oh I didn't think about that … your absolutely right, it wouldn't be good for the mother or the child."
"Oh of course not".
Now he was just being sarcastic. "Good to have you on board with this … The Matheson girl would be a beautiful mother and an even more beautiful bride."
Crazy old man said what?! When had she been chosen for this, she didn't remember hearing anybody agree to this especially her and Monroe
And he was also talking about marriage now, now it truly wasn't a wonder why Monroe was as insane as he was, this old man did it to him.
Monroe seemed just as shocked it was barely there in his voice but it was there. "Marriage since when did marriage come into play here?"
He could have said something like "No, not Charlotte, anyone but her", no he just had to comment on the other part.
"Why of course Bass, we can't have a bastard on our hands … those sort of heirs have one to many issues to deal with, handing them a nation would just give them a mental breakdown".
"I highly doubt that. … I don't need to marry to have an heir".
Great he'd already decided to go along with it, that's just what she needed.
"As your adviser, I believe it would be a wise move on your part to do so. With the right wife if anything ever happened to you before the child was old enough to care for your nation everything would be placed upon her until your son was old enough to take over."
"Well then I wouldn't want the Matheson girl to be my wife or the mother of my child. … She'd rather allow what I've built to fall and allow the rebellion to take over."
Oh if he wasn't who he was she would have kissed him just then, she was no longer apart of this crazy plan. She was sure her heart had just went back to its normal rate.
"I'm giving you my opinion on the situation Bass, it would be wise to listen. … You won't take over the rest of what used to be America in your lifetime. You are a great man with a great vision, I'd hate to see that vision die by your own hands."
Monroe had been quiet the entire time and the old mans feet could be heard making their way towards the door.
That was her signal to get lost, as quietly as she could she made her way quickly down the hall as she turned into another corridor she was caught by surprise at the sight of Officer Baker.
… This did not look like a good thing for her. "Ah Miss. Matheson did you have a good listen?"
And he knew what she'd been doing! She was in so much trouble now. … She really would have to let Monroe have his way with her if she wanted to keep her heart beating and her body from breaking.
Perhaps though she could turn this around, he was in the corridor, when Bass wouldn't even let his own personal guards be in the corridor when the adviser had shown up. Yes she could definitely use this to her advantage.
"Did you?" She questioned back, he hadn't been expecting that.
He looked at with a twinkle in his eyes and a smirk on his face. "Well someone needs to keep tabs on the advisers moves."
She nodded her head with a brow lifted. "Of course I mean the man is obviously a little crazy there, it's no wonder why Bass had to make sure no one is around when they talk."
"Don't you worry your little head there Miss. Matheson, I won't be telling him of your snooping".
She could hear the silent question in that remark, 'don't tell him I was here' she guessed that Monroe wasn't as nice as he seemed to his men.
Fear was the best power there was after all.
Nodding her head in silent agreement she spoke. "Thank you". Before they could continue with there conversation there were footsteps heading there way and as she turned her attention to them she panicked.
Looking back to Baker she found that he'd disappeared leaving only an empty corridor for her eyes.
This was not good. She could always hide in one of the rooms, problem was it would look worse if the door was unlocked and she was caught trying to hide.
She could always play it off as if she had just walked back up there. … No Monroe knew that if she had been smart she really would have hidden away from him while she had the opportunity to.
Crap they were only a foot away now, looks like she'd have to play it cool. Turning on her heel she faced the two men as they approached the corridor.
Monroe didn't look surprised to see her there at all, in fact he looked amused by the sight of her.
"Just who I was looking for" he stated as he stopped in front of her. The small old man was eying her in a way she really didn't like.
She would have preferred him looking at her as if she were a piece of steak and not as if she were some fun new toy he'd just been handed.
"Well then Bass, I think I'll be on my way then, until next time". The man said as he began to walk passed her.
Well she'd seen some rude men, but he didn't even acknowledge her presence other than his creepy little stare.
"Ignore him … he's really just a petty little thing". Monroe's voice whispered softly in her ear. He had moved back to his comfort zone and she was uncomfortable once more.
"He's so petty and yet you talk to him". Crap she had meant to say that in her head and not out-loud.
She was sure her eyes were as wide as plates just then. He smiled though as he looked down at her.
"Sometimes the insignificant have interesting things to talk about".
Oh yes because madness was an interesting subject, she held in the temptation to roll her eyes at the thought.
"So tell me how much did you hear?" He asked softly as he grabbed her arm and swung it through his own as he pulled her along side himself.
She was surprised at his ease of tone, she was sure that he would be furious at the fact that she had been eavesdropping. Especially considering the sensitive subject.
That must have meant that he had expected or wanted her to hear. "What did you want me to hear?" She asked softly as she allowed him to pull her around with him.
"Does it truly matter?" There were one to many questions being thrown back here, one of them needed to put an end to it and it would seem she would have to.
"Children are not just accessories you know, they are human beings just like you and I are". She stated softly knowing that she was jumping into shark infested waters.
She wasn't exactly sure what his thoughts on the matter of children were but it seemed as if he truly didn't want them.
"I completely agree with you, that's why I don't have any of my own. I have an entire nation to care for, adding a child into the mix has never been tempting".
This was not what she had been expecting. "Then why agree with him if you say and believe that?" She asked.
He smirked. "Come spring time, he'll have forgotten the entire conversation.. or I will have found a way to be able to avoid confrontation with him at all cost until he does forget or gives up".
"So all of that was what?", "Merely just to get him out as fast as possible. While I can admit that he is a valuable member of my court. … Sometimes I think he's just waiting for the chance to kill me."
Well at least he knew there were risk to being him. "I would prefer you" he said suddenly.
At first she hadn't understood what she had said, but it dawned on her then as she remembered the conversation with the crazy little adviser.
"So you would prefer a whore over a traitors niece?" She realized then that he'd never answered that question.
She wasn't sure how to take this new development, in one way it could be seen as a compliment in another way it sounded. … Indescribable.
"Good to know" she replied uneasily, how was she suppose to respond to something like that?
He chuckled then as he spoke. "Before the blackout I would have avoided you at all cost until I was incapable of being able to then I would have done anything for a girl like you. … Had I ever been given the chance of course. You would have been the one to be able to convince me to settle down,marry, get a real career outside of the marines, maybe even have a child or two."
"Such a pity your crazy that sounds quite lovely". It actually did sound nice, the world back as she remembered it had been so easy, nowadays just being able to eat or fall in love was a blessing. And he was handsome, more than Nate-Jason; dammit she did it again.
A man as good looking as him and as charming as well must have had crowds of women around him back then. Not that he didn't now, merely he had to be careful as she would believe he didn't want a girl trying to kill him while in bed.
"Such a pity you were a child back then".
"Such a pity you're an old man now". That was a brave remark and she knew it, but it was a good comeback.
"Touché". Seemed as though he didn't mind her saying it so casually, at least in this moment.
It was quiet between them for a moment as they walked through the estate. He was quiet, lost in his own mind.
It was a look she was familiar with, she'd seen it so many times since she was a child. Her father, Maggie, Aaron … Even Miles and Nora shared that look.
"What are you thinking about?" She asked softly. She was sure though she wasn't going to like the answer.
"The future". He answered simply.
Ah yes, the future, now since the Militia had power and energy she was sure the future held a lot of war and a lot of bloodshed.
"Someday I will die … and everything I've done will have been for nothing."
She had not been expecting that to be the words to fall from his lips. … This did not look good for her and her virgin body.
She really should have just hid away from him the moment he had kicked her out of the room.
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GuestGuest : She's a virgin and there's no porn around anymore and Revolution comes off as more of a mans ruled world where the female race doesn't have the same rights as they used to, women talking about their love lives back in the old days was a no-no it was considered extremely indecent.
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