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Obviously, because you have read this far, you have pretty much figured out that
this is going to be a Max/Alec fic. Ok. Anyways, just to forewarn you: I am in a
particularly annoyed mood, and I think I'm going to sum up what happened to
Logan in this chapter. It might not be pretty. Don't flame me, because I'm
warning you. Okay. Ok. Really? Really!
In the Manticore Morgue
Renfro and an assortment of lab workers were trying to sort out how they
wanted to dissect Logan to get the most spare parts out of him when poor
innocent Doc walked in.
"Ma'am?!" she asked when she saw them using little bits of chalk to line where
they wanted to make incisions, (they also wanted the skin).
"Oh, you can start on the dissection, Dr. will show you how he wants it done."
"That… um… I don't think I'm qualified to do this, Ma'am." She stuttered out.
"Really, 709, I thought you were more than qualified," Renfro answered in mock
shock.
"Meaning no disrespect, ma'am, but I don't think I've had enough practice in, er,
this field to make any major, erm, procedures work. I think that I might damage
something, or err…" she was running out of ideas way too fast, and this wasn't
being helped by everyone in the room, except Logan, staring at her.
"Well, I guess you better learn fast. You have 45 minutes to finish," and she
swept out of the room with the doctors.
"But, don't they…"
"Figure it out yourself, 709, you're smart, I'm certain you'll think of something to
do with him."
Doc turned miserably toward the table, and saw that Logan still had a pulse. Her
eyebrows raised, and she thought, sickened, "They were going to dissect him
alive. Yuck YUCKEYUCKEYUCKEYUCKEYUCKEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
She barely fought down the bile in her throat, and hurried over to the cabinets
that contained basic medical equipment. She pulled out a stethoscope, and some
other checkers of vitals and began work as quickly as she had ever done in her
short life.
Meanwhile out in the passageway, Renfro looked pleased to see Doc doing the
opposite of what she was supposed to do.
"When she's finished, change her rooms so that she can bunk with the X-6s, but
give her a single. I want her apart from the 8's, they've had a bad influence."
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When her 45 minutes were up, Doc was proud of her handiwork. She had
restored the spinal cord damage, among other things that he would have died
from eventually. She had even tied the end of his stitches in a bow.
Renfro walked in and stared at her.
"Good job, 709. Report to your new room, immediately," she said this with a
finalizing tone that said she didn't want to hear anything about this. Doc
grudgingly followed the lackey out of the room, and down the hallway to the
elevator. They went up to the second floor, and along another hallway to the X-6
barracks. He opened a room for her, and as she stepped inside, she realized that
she no longer had a roommate. !*! !SCORE! !*! No more crazy girl that she used
to share a room with. The guard informed her that the key was a retinal scan,
and that she could come and go as she pleased. Doc was very pleased, but she
couldn't forget about what they had been about to do to that poor man. They
weren't seriously going to kill him, were they? She would have to ask Max if that
was the guy she had broken in with. There had been one other, but he had been
killed. Or had he. Now she was just plain confused.
Max and Alec were preparing for lights out on her fourth night back, when they
heard a knock on their door. Max gave a hesitant look to Alec, who nodded that
she should open it. Outside the door stood Doc. She was still dressed, and
looked quite shaken. Max beckoned her inside and asked, "Aren't you supposed
to be doing observations?"
"Nope. Not tonight. They've gotten enough now. Thank god. No, actually I'm
here to ask you about who you broke in with. I just repaired a man with spinal
cord damage-"
"Logan?!" Max shrieked, "Is Logan still alright? Where is he?"
"Um, not sure. They shoved me out. But anyways, I wanted to let you know."
And then she relayed to them everything she had pieced together after pacing in
her room for three hours.
"That's gross!" Max said indignantly, "Totally disgusting, and evil, and-"
"Manticore." Alec put in.
"It's been done before, live dissection. Want to make sure they can get it to tick
up until the very last moment, so they can pry its brain. Really gross technique."
"You knew about this?" Max asked, as shocked as Doc looked.
"Not this particular one, but I've heard of others. We had it in some of the
advanced classes. I don't know why they didn't show Doc. Maybe they planned
to do that today, but it went to hell. Who knows. I suggest you not brood on it,
otherwise they might decide they don't think your friend is worth keeping." Alec
said darkly.
"Logan's worth keeping, which is the problem. I don't know what they'll do to
him to try to make him tell.
"I suggest we lay low, and pretend like this never happened. Try to get some
sleep, both of you, Max and I are going out in two days, and tomorrow we have
a briefing." He ushered Doc out of the room, and then turned to Max.
"Max, how do you know your friend is important to them? Don't kid yourself.
Unless he's REALLY important, they won't keep him for long, and under no
circumstance anyways would they let you see him."
"Logan… knows people, and things, about Manticore, and other stuff. He's really
close to Eyes Only."
"He's probably important enough to keep. Don't get your hopes up, Max.
Security has intensified like mad," he said at the hopeful look in her eyes. He
knew that Max would try something stupid if he didn't keep her in check, and he
couldn't help but feel responsible for her.
AN I have no idea where this is goin'. Input is appreciated.
Obviously, because you have read this far, you have pretty much figured out that
this is going to be a Max/Alec fic. Ok. Anyways, just to forewarn you: I am in a
particularly annoyed mood, and I think I'm going to sum up what happened to
Logan in this chapter. It might not be pretty. Don't flame me, because I'm
warning you. Okay. Ok. Really? Really!
In the Manticore Morgue
Renfro and an assortment of lab workers were trying to sort out how they
wanted to dissect Logan to get the most spare parts out of him when poor
innocent Doc walked in.
"Ma'am?!" she asked when she saw them using little bits of chalk to line where
they wanted to make incisions, (they also wanted the skin).
"Oh, you can start on the dissection, Dr. will show you how he wants it done."
"That… um… I don't think I'm qualified to do this, Ma'am." She stuttered out.
"Really, 709, I thought you were more than qualified," Renfro answered in mock
shock.
"Meaning no disrespect, ma'am, but I don't think I've had enough practice in, er,
this field to make any major, erm, procedures work. I think that I might damage
something, or err…" she was running out of ideas way too fast, and this wasn't
being helped by everyone in the room, except Logan, staring at her.
"Well, I guess you better learn fast. You have 45 minutes to finish," and she
swept out of the room with the doctors.
"But, don't they…"
"Figure it out yourself, 709, you're smart, I'm certain you'll think of something to
do with him."
Doc turned miserably toward the table, and saw that Logan still had a pulse. Her
eyebrows raised, and she thought, sickened, "They were going to dissect him
alive. Yuck YUCKEYUCKEYUCKEYUCKEYUCKEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
She barely fought down the bile in her throat, and hurried over to the cabinets
that contained basic medical equipment. She pulled out a stethoscope, and some
other checkers of vitals and began work as quickly as she had ever done in her
short life.
Meanwhile out in the passageway, Renfro looked pleased to see Doc doing the
opposite of what she was supposed to do.
"When she's finished, change her rooms so that she can bunk with the X-6s, but
give her a single. I want her apart from the 8's, they've had a bad influence."
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When her 45 minutes were up, Doc was proud of her handiwork. She had
restored the spinal cord damage, among other things that he would have died
from eventually. She had even tied the end of his stitches in a bow.
Renfro walked in and stared at her.
"Good job, 709. Report to your new room, immediately," she said this with a
finalizing tone that said she didn't want to hear anything about this. Doc
grudgingly followed the lackey out of the room, and down the hallway to the
elevator. They went up to the second floor, and along another hallway to the X-6
barracks. He opened a room for her, and as she stepped inside, she realized that
she no longer had a roommate. !*! !SCORE! !*! No more crazy girl that she used
to share a room with. The guard informed her that the key was a retinal scan,
and that she could come and go as she pleased. Doc was very pleased, but she
couldn't forget about what they had been about to do to that poor man. They
weren't seriously going to kill him, were they? She would have to ask Max if that
was the guy she had broken in with. There had been one other, but he had been
killed. Or had he. Now she was just plain confused.
Max and Alec were preparing for lights out on her fourth night back, when they
heard a knock on their door. Max gave a hesitant look to Alec, who nodded that
she should open it. Outside the door stood Doc. She was still dressed, and
looked quite shaken. Max beckoned her inside and asked, "Aren't you supposed
to be doing observations?"
"Nope. Not tonight. They've gotten enough now. Thank god. No, actually I'm
here to ask you about who you broke in with. I just repaired a man with spinal
cord damage-"
"Logan?!" Max shrieked, "Is Logan still alright? Where is he?"
"Um, not sure. They shoved me out. But anyways, I wanted to let you know."
And then she relayed to them everything she had pieced together after pacing in
her room for three hours.
"That's gross!" Max said indignantly, "Totally disgusting, and evil, and-"
"Manticore." Alec put in.
"It's been done before, live dissection. Want to make sure they can get it to tick
up until the very last moment, so they can pry its brain. Really gross technique."
"You knew about this?" Max asked, as shocked as Doc looked.
"Not this particular one, but I've heard of others. We had it in some of the
advanced classes. I don't know why they didn't show Doc. Maybe they planned
to do that today, but it went to hell. Who knows. I suggest you not brood on it,
otherwise they might decide they don't think your friend is worth keeping." Alec
said darkly.
"Logan's worth keeping, which is the problem. I don't know what they'll do to
him to try to make him tell.
"I suggest we lay low, and pretend like this never happened. Try to get some
sleep, both of you, Max and I are going out in two days, and tomorrow we have
a briefing." He ushered Doc out of the room, and then turned to Max.
"Max, how do you know your friend is important to them? Don't kid yourself.
Unless he's REALLY important, they won't keep him for long, and under no
circumstance anyways would they let you see him."
"Logan… knows people, and things, about Manticore, and other stuff. He's really
close to Eyes Only."
"He's probably important enough to keep. Don't get your hopes up, Max.
Security has intensified like mad," he said at the hopeful look in her eyes. He
knew that Max would try something stupid if he didn't keep her in check, and he
couldn't help but feel responsible for her.
AN I have no idea where this is goin'. Input is appreciated.
