Family Getaway
Chapter 11: A Normal Girl
"Damn. Stupid. Fucking. Bitch."
Adelle raged out her mantra as she took out her anger on the hotel's punching back in their gym. How could Ames choose such stupid women? Didn't he know a good thing when he saw it? That little slut of his didn't deserve someone as perfect as Ames White. Adelle stopped her punches as she thought of him and smiled, sighing a little. He was perfect. A little on the short side, but what did that matter? That smirk, those eyes...mmmm...those shoulders, and that little hussy slut that was draped all over him last...
"Fucking BITCH!" Adelle slammed her fist into the bag she was so focused that she didn't notice that it wasn't swinging back and forth this time. When she finally realized she slowed her punches while staring at the unmoving back. It was only when she looked around that she saw someone holding it for her. Blue eyes met blue.
"I've spent the last ten minutes wondering what could possibly upset such a beautiful woman so much."
"Really?" said Adelle taking a deep breath and cracking her neck to one side, "You often spy on people?"
"I was coming down to use the weights when I heard your tirade, some other guys warned me about coming in here because there was a psycho beating the hell out of a punching bag."
"Psycho?" asked Adelle stepping around the bag and closer to him.
"This wouldn't have to do anything with the darling Mrs. White now would it?"
Adelle's eyes darkened as she lashed out at the punching bag, kicking it square in the middle and flying, "Stupid bitch!" She stormed out of the way of the swinging bag and paced a bit, fuming.
"I knew it."
"Exactly what the fuck is it to you anyway?"
"Truth be told, the little hooker annoys me...there's just something about her..."
"That's just so..." Adelle made a violent motion with her hands.
"Exactly," he said with a smile.
"I'm Adelle," she said.
"Shane."
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Max groaned as she slowly opened her eyes. Her muscles ached and felt strained .
'From what?' she wondered. Yawning, Max tried bringing her arms down from above her head only to have them stop for some reason. Her eyes shot open as she heard the scrape of metal against metal, turning her head up she saw that she was handcuffed to the bed. Cuffs? Max's mind went into overdrive. What the hell happened last night?! Cuffs...White had...Where the hell was her shirt? Max struggled with the handcuffs again.
White.
He owns handcuffs. Federal Agent. What the hell did he do? Max narrowed her eyes.
"DAMMIT WHITE! Get me the hell out of these things!!!"
The transgenic continued her violent struggle with the cuffs before the haze of the previous night cleared and images hit her full force. Cuffs forgotten Max swallowed hard as the colour drained from her face. Heat.
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White broke the kiss and looked down at Max. She looked at him a little confused until she looked up at her bound hands. when she tried pulling all she heard was the scrape of metal upon metal. White had handcuffed her to the headboard.
"You know," said Max, "If you wanted to get kinky you could've just asked."
"Starting to wish that was the reason."
"What are you doing?"
"Trust me."
"WHAT are you doing?"
"Let me break it down for you: you're in heat. You don't know what you're doing, and come morning if I slept with you, you'd kill me, torture me, or maybe even both, and there are certain parts of me that I'd like to remain attached!"
"Ames please," whined Max tugging on the cuffs, "Just one night."
"You're not in your right mind."
"...I want you to uncuff me and get back in this bed!"
"Not happening."
"Starting to wish..."
"Ames? Ames please...."
"Starting to wish..."
*THUMP*
White was immediately jolted back to reality as he rolled off the couch and into the coffee table. He opened his eyes and huffed. It was a good thing he couldn't feel pain or his head would be in need of some ice from where it just hit.
"Why the fuck...?" White sat up and stared at the couch. Now why was he...oh yeah...452's heat driven molestation of his pure bred Familiar self. White groaned and moved into a sitting position, thinking over his dream.
'So it wasn't all in my head...' he mused.
"DAMMIT WHITE! Get me the hell out of these things!!!"
Max's yell brought White back to reality, so she was up was she? He could hear her fighting the restraints like she had last night, he hoped to God that she was out of it, she had to do that motherly bonding thing with Ray today but there was no way in hell he was letting her out of the room if she was still rabid. White stopped his thoughts and listened when he suddenly noticed that the suite had fallen into a dead silence. There was no sound from the room. Letting the curiosity (as well as the eventual need to check on her) take him slowly and cautiously to the room.
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'How? Why? When?'
Questions were just flying around unanswered in Max's mind, how the hell could this have happen? She hadn't been in heat since Manticore burned to the ground. Why the hell had it come back all of a sudden? Didn't they fix it like they did the seizures? Would those come back too? Her stomach turned to ice. This couldn't be happening. What did Manticore do? Max was so caught up in her multitude of thoughts that she didn't notice White leaning against the frame of the newly opened door.
"Is it safe for me to uncuff you yet?"
Max jumped a bit before resuming to stare at the ceiling.
White watched her with a frown, he thought she would have said something but then again maybe not. There was a silence after her 'get-me-outta-these' tantrum but he thought she would have rebounded from what had (almost) happened last night. Besides the whole heat and contamination issue, minor psychosis. She was fine now, it wasn't a big deal...
'Since when wasn't contamination a big deal?' his mind asked him, 'She was grinding against you for fuck's sake....scratch that...wait...you know what? Just never mind...'
"452?" No answer.
Shrugging and taking her silence for a non-heat confirmation, White walked up next to the bed with the cuff keys.
"Hey," he said poking her in the arm. All she did was blink at the contact. White gave her an odd look before unlocking that hand cuffs. Once her arms were free she seemed to come back to reality. Sitting up slowly Max looked around and took a deep breath.
"I uh, I'm going to um...yeah..." Max dazedly made her way off the bed and to the bathroom leaving a confused White staring after her.
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Once in the bathroom, Max threw off her remaining clothes and stepped into the shower, making the water as hot as she could stand. After Manticore she had thought she was free of her heat cycles. They stopped coming along with her seizures. It was such a relief that she didn't have to worry about losing it anymore. But now...with the unexpected return of her heat so came all the nights she tried so hard to forget. Max blinked back tears as the hot water cascaded down her body as if it could cleanse her of everything her screwed up DNA had made her do.
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White had started pacing outside the bathroom, Max had been in there for what seemed like forever. An hour since he last saw her and the shower was still going.
"What the fuck is she doing? Trying to drown herself?" he muttered to himself. There was a pang in his stomach that White really didn't want to analyze. What did he care about some transgenic? So what if she was slitting her wrists because she touched him. White rolled his eyes and huffed, out of all the juvenile things...that couldn't be the reason for her stoicness.
White moved away from the door and ran a hand through his hair, something was confusing him even though it shouldn't. He had touched her, and yet for some reason couldn't seem to care. Might have something to do with them sleeping in the same bed for the past five days. So what if she was crawling all over him. Not like they hadn't woken up that close before. Nothing had been inserted so she couldn't be killing herself for that...so then what the hell was her problem...All transgenic females went into heat, shouldn't she have been used to it by now? It was part of her DNA, what she is. White furrowed his bow and then ran his hands over his face. Whatever was wrong with her had something to do with last night, and White was now determined to find out what it was. If she didn't start answering him in the next 3 minutes, he'd pick the lock...again.
"Would you fucking say something?" he pounded on the door for the umpteenth time. When he stopped, he leaned his forehead against the door. Since when did he care if she was okay or not? And since when did he start seeing something like last night as 'no big deal'? White had to keep reminding himself that he had a revved up transgenic draped all over him with her tongue shoved down his throat. So why wasn't that bothering him? White groaned then jumped back when he felt the door give way.
"Do you always do this after an hour?" asked Max
"Just checking if you were still alive."
"I'm fine," she shrugged and brushed past him into their room, she lightly kicked the door so it would slowly swing shut. White narrowed his eyes and followed her, pushing the door open and walking up behind her.
"Oh no, if you were fine you'd be kicking my ass right about now."
"Just get out and let me get dressed."
"Not until I know what the hell your problem is."
"Since when do you care?"
"Answer me 452."
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Max sat on the couch in jeans and a t-shirt after White left her alone long enough to get dressed. Once she was, he herded her out into the living room and onto the couch while he did something in the kitchenette.
Max pressed her hand over her face. She jumped when she felt something warm tough her arm.
"Thanks," she said taking the tea from White. "You didn't poison it did you?"
"If I was going to kill you I would have done it by now."
"Whatever," Max put the cup to her lips and downed the whole thing before setting it on the coffee table.
"So what's wrong with you? First you go into heat, which I admit freaked me out seeing as how I wasn't prepared for it. Second was getting you off and stop looking at me like that you know damn well that I didn't mean what that sounded like...Last but not least you wake up in a daze. Like this hasn't happened to you before. You're part cat, I did read the files you know. So again I repeat what the fuck is wrong with you?....(muttered) it wasn't that bad..."
"What's wrong with me? You want to know what's WRONG with me?!" snapped Max, she was getting annoyed now. How many times has he asked her that already? A couple billion?
"What have I been saying? I'm talking to a wall..."
"IT CAME BACK!" yelled Max, "Okay? My fucking heat is back! It was gone for TWO YEARS! I haven't been in heat since I was recaptured by Manticore and burnt it to the ground. But now it's back, and I want to know what they fucking did to me!!!"
White blinked and stared at Max who was now standing and fuming in front of him.
"But X5's...2 years?"
"Yeah...I...Why now?" She threw her arms up in the air, "Why come back and start screwing with my life again?" Max's shoulders slumped as she deflated. She was angry but somehow just couldn't hold it in. Maybe it was the way White was looking at her, she had never seen it before. He looked thoughtful somehow but that wasn't....he couldn't be concerned....
"Anything else they supposedly fixed?"
Max shrugged and sat on the coffee table, "Seizures are gone..."
"And those they fixed indefinitely...read the file," he added after seeing her look.
"I thought they fixed this too..."
"Maybe they were trying to," offered White, "Maybe they got tired of so many of their female operatives going into heat when they were in the middle of a mission so they decided to come up with something to block the heat? They gave you a trial run and you blew them to bits before they could do any more research on it."
"So this is my fault?"
"Didn't say that, if you want to blame someone blame the idiots that cooked you up. Fucking Sandeman, and his damn gene splicing. You'd think you'd stop after that dog thing."
"That 'dog thing' is named Joshua,"
"Does it look like I care? 5,000 years of perfection and he had to go and mix you with animals. I mean come on, the nomalies, the transhumans, and the X7's are just weird..."
"Are you done?"
"I haven't even started." He leaned back into the couch and tilted his head back.
"You know...all I ever wanted to be was normal...I didn't ask to be a freak."
"So the lady admits she's a freak."
"Since when am I a lady?"
"Since when do you go into heat and maul me? Speaking of which I'm with you on the whole 'why now?' but on the other hand if you'd been in Seattle, you would have probably been jumped by every transgenic there, or Cale would be dead...why didn't we stay in Seattle?"
"So I could get jumped or kill Logan? Though with our luck we probably would have been in a fight to the death when it happened."
"Most likely," agreed White. "Though a dead Cale would be pretty great..."
"Shut up."
"Just saying."
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A/N: I hope this flowed right...
Anywho, a ton shorter than the last one but hey if was any longer you'd be waiting long into April for this chapter! Ok so some things got sorted out...didn't they? Anything besides heat hypotheses? Okkkk, maybe not...So yeah next chapter there will be Ray and head dialogues.
This is all for this chapter because I'm running out of ideas to keep it going. A ton of Chapter 11 versions got thrown out before this was written so just...yeah...be happy...I command you...(^,') later:)