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General POV:
It had been three days and the team grew restless. They were back in New York and well but Alex was still unconscious. Stryker said not to worry but they all knew he didn't care if she lived or died. She had gone against direct orders which made Stryker reconsider her position on the team.
Victor followed Stryker around the house looking for a follow up on Alex's condition.
"I already told you, Creed. She'll be fine, unfortunately," he added under his breath though Victor heard it. He growled but Stryker continued. "Part of her ability is slowed aging and a speeded healing factor. She heals faster but a scar will remain."
"Then would you please explain to me why it is taking her three days to heal from a broken ankle and just a few bullets. They didnt hit anything major."
Stryker stopped in his steps and turned around to face him. He smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. "Victor, if I didn't know better, I would say you seem very concerned for Alex." Victor narrowed his eyes but stayed silent. "Are you, Victor?"
"Of course not. Like I said before, she does not belong here. She is a women and isn't capable of fighting alongside the rest of us." Then, he stalked off and left Stryker standing there with a knowing look on his face.
Victor kept walking without looking back. He walked down a hallway passing his brother's bedroom. Loud noises sounded from the room but Victor kept walking being fully aware of what was going on in there. He kept going down a spiral staircase and stopped in front of a door on his left. He breathed slowly before entering cautiously.
Alex lay there with a breathing mask over her face and tubes connecting her to machines monitoring her condition. Victor stole a chair from the desk and sat on it by her bedside. He touched her hand. It was ice cold. If it weren't for the machines, he would've thought that she had died.
"I'm sorry", he whispered before laying his head down on her hand. Seconds later, he was dead to the world.
Alex's POV:
I awoke in a similar fashion of that day when I first met the team. Blurry vision, throbbing head? Both very good pieces of evidence that I had passed out. I realized I was no longer in my beautiful hotel room in Singapore. I was now in my stuffy metal room back in Alkali base. I rubbed my eyes trying to remember what had happened. I remembered the plan, the experiment, and green eyed girl. I groaned. I couldn't believe that I had passed out again. I was so fixated on proving myself but I failed anyway.
I finally felt well enough to try standing up so I swung my legs over the side of the bed. My leg hit something cushy and it made a sound of distress. Then, I realized that something was someone. My face took on a look of fury when I realized it was Creed.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked venomously and stood up. He followed suit looking guilty but it had gone unnoticed by me. "Are you here to remind me yet again that I shouldn't be here? Are you gonna laugh at me for fainting again?"
I continued rambling on until I looked up meeting his sad grey eyes. They mesmerized me and I fell silent. He reached out his hand and moved a stray piece of hair away from my face. Where did he get off? First, he treats me like dirt, then like I'm a fragile piece of glass. I got the sudden urge to hit him then. And I did so. My fist hit his nose and he stumbled backwards. I knew by then that my eyes were slits and I was beyond pissed.
I jumped onto my bed and positioned myself ready to pounce. As I did so, his eyes widened obviously not expecting this reaction. I scratched at anything I could reach. I clawed at his arms but desperately tried to gauge his eyes out.
"Alex! Stop!" A voice I did not recognized cried out. The next thing I knew, I was floating up in the air flailing my arms and legs about trying to get back on the ground to my prey. Victor was looking up at me while his wounds healed before my eyes and green eyed girl had her hand held out as if controlling my movements. I realized then that she was.
"Whoever the fuck you are, you better put me down or I swear to God you won't live to see your next birthday!" I swore in a frosty tone.
Green eyed girl huffed but didn't let the words get to her heart. She waved her hand and I fell. The only consolation was that I fell on Creed. I literally knocked the wind out of him. I stumbled up purposely kneading my knees and elbows into his sensitive areas. He grunted in pain and just pushed me off of him. I got up ready to pounce yet again but was stopped by that airy, gentle, taunting voice.
"Now now, Alex play nice. I don't want to have to turn off your gravity control again." She wagged her finger from side to side. I was tempting to bite it off.
"Who the hell are you?"
She looked shocked. "Alex, you don't remember me?" I squinted my eyes at her and shook my head. "Ok then. I'm Sydney. Sydney Nichole Mercer." She stuck her arm out at me. I looked at it critically but didn't accept it and her smile faded. "Wow. Just like old times huh? You'll never change. I didn't know you were a mutant."
"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked while laying down on the bed.
"Remember? You said you'd never forget. We were best friends." She looked hurt and like before, I felt the need to make her feel better.
My eyes softened and I apologized, "I'm sorry but I honestly don't..." I stopped. Her eyes seemed to hit something in me. It jogged my memory. "Sydney?" I wasn't sure if it was sure. She looked different, grown up. But then again, it had been years.
I lifted up my shirt to show a scar above my navel. In return, she lifted her left hand showing a scar around her thumb.
"Portal potty!" We yelled at the same time.
"Alex!"
"Sydney!" We ran at each other and hugged. It had been way too long.
"Portal potty?" We turned towards the voice. I had forgotten Victor was here. Also, I was a little surprised he would after what I did to him. Blood drops were scatter across his shirt and four strips had been ripped from it by my claws.
I glared at him so Sydney answered giggling slightly. "When we were ten, Alex and I were so into chemistry and we made this bomb and blew up an outhouse."
I laughed at the memory. She continued, "Anyway, the thing blew up. Shit was everywhere. Alex got stabbed by a piece of metal and I almost lost a thumb. My parents blamed Alex for the whole thing and forbade me to ever see her again. So, I was forced to move."
By the end of the story, I was saddened and the story was now a tragic one. "Anyway Sydney, it was great to see you again. We should hang out later."
She smiled big and jumped up and down on the spot. "Yeah! But it'll have to be after all the tests."
"What tests?" I asked confused. She clamped her hands over her mouth as if she had said something she shouldn't have. She ran out of the room.
I turned to Victor. "What tests?"
He studied me warily before answering. "Stryker didn't want to tell you and don't be upset."
I sat up straighter. He looked nervous as I moved closer to him. "Stryker's doing some tests on Sydney. York said that they were testing Sydney because of her abilities. So, Stryker's testing to see the full depth of her powers."
General POV:
Sydney came running into the 'living room' just as a loud "What!" sounded out. Wade, Fred, and James looked up from their video game. John Wraith looked up from his game of solitaire. "Ya think she's up yet?" He smirked. Sydney blushed seeing his gaze resting on her.
Back in the infirmary, Victor's arms were wrapped around Alex trying to stop her from killing Stryker. She wiggled in his grasp and finally was able to elbow his stomach. He grunted and gasped for breath. Alex ran up the stairs and down the hall. She back up into the living room.
"Hey! Where's Stryker?"
Everyone shrugged and avoided her gaze. Victor came running in after her and breathed heavily. "Alex, let's talk out in the hall."
Alex shook her head and crossed her arms. Victor growled and pulled her out of the room. "Listen to me. Stryker's not in New York. He went somewhere. Not sure where though. But you can talk to him when you get back. He wants to yell at you for the mission anyway."
Alex rolled her eyes and walked back towards the other room. Victor held onto the back of her shirt and pulled. But he pulled too hard and Alex fell backwards knocking him over. She was lying on him and started laughing. She buried his head in his chest. Victor couldn't help but join in the laughter.
She rolled over so that she was on her back and Victor stood up clutching the wall for support seeing as he couldn't control his laughter. Still chuckling, he offered his hand to her. She took it and laughed. Again, he pulled to hard. Victor fell back onto the wall with Alex leaning on him.
Alex looked up into his eyes and suddenly, it wasn't so funny. His smile faded too and he was serious. Alex kept looking from his eyes to his lips moving closer. It was as if she wasn't controlling herself anymore and closed her eyes. Victor did the same. He felt her soft lips on his and at first did nothing. After getting over the initial shock, he moved his lips with hers. He placed a hand on her hip and tangled the other in her long brown hair. Alex laid her hands on his chest and smiled into the kiss.
Victor was so wrapped into the kiss, he almost didn't hear footsteps coming towards them. But he did and pushed Alex. She hit the other wall hard and gasped just as Zero came around the corner. He ignored their dishevelled look and kept walking. Alex looked hurt and her eyes watered a little before she went back into the living room with the rest of the team.
Victor groaned. He did it again. He was going to apologize to Alex for what he said and now he would have to apologize for a whole different reason. He wondered why he pulled away anyway. Would it be so bad if someone saw them together? Isa and Logan were in a relationship and everyone knew it. Victor hit his head against the wall several times before going into the living room.
Here goes nothing. He sighed.
A/N: You like? Should I write my chapters with this format. Idk if I like the whole centered thing. Let me know! Tell me what you lile, what you dont like, whatever. Don't sue, review!
