Thank you so much for the reviews, I didn't mean to sound rude I just needed to know if people were still reading the story. And you are going to hate me by the end of this chapter for making you wait. Enjoy. "Maddy?," Jim walked towards the bathroom. His wife had told him about their daughter's illness and told him to leave her alone till she came back. And like any good father, he did the opposite. Carrying the duffle bag as his excuse for finding them.
He stepped into the bathroom, and choked. Maddy stood leaning against the sink with a towel wrapped around her. Mark pinned her there, a towel around his waist and both their bodies' slick with water. She grasped his biceps as their mouths moved together.
And that daughter-snatching-bastard had his hands around Jim's baby girl. The whole scene screamed wrong in his mind. He was in the bathroom in the seconds, hands on Mark's shoulders and ripping him from his daughter.
"Dad!" Jim actually threw the younger man into the wall as his daughter grabbed at her father's arm, trying to keep him from hurting her husband.
"How dare you." Jim snarled, standing in front of his baby girl. "You don't touch her like that."
"DAD!" Maddy pushed him aside and clutched her towel with one hand, as she took small steps to Mark. "He IS my husband, I AM his wife. And you cannot do this over protective thing."
"But Maddy-" Jim started, making her eyebrow raise. "Ah Hell, Maddy, you were supposed to be at least twenty before you got married. And he was supposed to be some really smart, uber scientist that would be completely afraid of me. And he was supposed to be perfect for you."
Maddy smiled and hugged her father, "Daddy, I got married early, I know, and sure Mark's not super smart, but he is perfect to me."
"And if it makes you feel better," Mark stayed against the wall, "You are probably my worst nightmare, as of right now anyways." Maddy pulled away from her father and took a few shaky steps back to meet her husband who came to stand behind her.
"Daddy, what are you doing here?" Her voice cracked, he could tell she was still nervous. Their eyes were wide and he saw the little tremble in her body. Mark's arms came around her waist and the shaking stopped. "Dad, why don't you go, we have to clean up here." Her voice was strong, no shaking, no tremble.
Jim was amazed. He had never seen anyone calm down his daughter so fast, her tomato color face died down to a lovely little blush. He shook his head, "Why don't we go out to your mother and sister, they're waiting in the medical bay."
"Well, I have to get dressed, and then comb my hair." She reached for her clothes before her father stopped her.
"Here," He passed them the duffle bag, "We bought you and Zoe some new clothes and products, and some things for Mark, just for while you're here."
She smiled and set the bag on the floor next to the sink, "Thanks Dad, um, we need to change, so you should probably…"
"Right, right." He left, his heart sinking. Maddy might be sixteen, but she's certainly grown up.
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Maddy still felt so embarrassed that her father caught them, she could only imagine how scandalous this looked to him. Pulling out a rust colored dress and some underclothes, she donned them quickly as Mark found a fresh pair of fatigues and a black shirt.
She examined his chest as he dressed, noting how the once horrible black and blue bruises on his torso were now little more than a shadow over his powerful skin.. Though many of the bruises did turn yellow, telling her he was healing.
Once he was dressed, they started with their personal hygiene, Maddy jumping on the chance to brush her teeth.
"Hey, there's some shaving cream here." Mark grabbed the small can, and a razor. He started to lather it onto his face, and she watched him as he picked up the razor.
Before he could make the first stroke, Maddy's hand rested on his wrist, "Don't." He stared at his wife as she spit tooth paste out and stepped closer to him. "Don't shave. I like your chin scratchy. It's….rugged." Staring at her with blue eyes, they became dilated slowly.
"W-what," he was surprised she liked it, as he stared at the skin around her neck and the tops of her breast where red marks were, all from his stubbled chin.
"I like it, keep the beard." She put down her tooth brush and kissed him. When they pulled apart he burst out laughing, his hands resting at her hips. Turning in his grasp she smiled at the mirror, a little white foam beard around her mouth. After wiping it away, he leaned down and kissed her cheek.
"Mark, no." Laughter bubbled form their chests as she ran out of the bathroom and to the medical bay. Catching her around the waist and pulling her back, his chest presses into her back, as his cream coated face and neck slide along the side of hers.
As soon as he let her go, she started wiping at the cream. Everyone was laughing at their antics as he leaned down and kissed her cheek again, getting as much shaving cream on her as possible. Taylor, who must have come after she left her family, even laughed loud as he stood close to Wash.
"He looks like Mister General Taylor." Zoe spoke up and a new roar of laughter filled the room. Elizabeth gave her daughter a towel to remove the cream properly.
"Well, I need my look-a-like, we have to go talk to Mira." Taking the towel from Maddy as soon as she was done, Taylor threw it at Mark and walked out, the soldier following after he kissed his wife one last time.
As soon as he was gone, Maddy was being dragged to a bio-bed, "Lay back dear." Her mother always spoke so softly as she pushed Maddy down.
She waited silently as the bed scanned her.
"Ah, here it is-Oh," Elizabeth tapped the screen some more and hummed.
"What is it Mom?" She was a little worried, but her mother showed no sign of distress.
"Well, I knew you were a lot like me when it came to these things." She smiled, "You're not going to believe it, but…"
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Mark stood next Taylor as he addressed a very dark skinned woman, as they listened to a spy in Terra Nova speak. They had sent the info to him after they found schematics for a micro chip and no description on what it does. When he came back to them he had startling news.
"Uh, General, these are command chips."
"McCath's controlling the soldiers." Taylor scowled and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Not to an advanced degree, the chips cause reactions, rage from pain, pleasure from a raise in serotonin. It is not direct control, but give a man an order, then make him angry, you have a perfect soldier that will follow the order 'til the pain stops."
"Is there a chip in my brain?" Taylor asked, he never knew about the chips, which made him wonder what else he didn't know.
"No only in soldiers that have joined the service in the past ten years, and the chips said they were rejected by the commandos in 2149. Which means-"
"McCath is doing illegal procedures here to control everything." Taylor felt the unbidden rage in his chest explode out. "Does Reynolds have one?"
"Yes, it was activated once, in which he was given an order and defied it, but I doubt he knows there is something in there."
"He does now."
"Sir, the chip is also traceable." Mark jumped and looked at his General.
"Sir, Maddy-" He felt anxiety flood his system as he glanced at the door of the little wooden hut and spotted their rover. "I have to get back to her and make sure she's okay. He might even know about the rest of the Shannon's."
"I encrypted the cameras after we learned of the hack. All they know now is where you are."
Mark was about to nod when a foreign, but familiar pain poked at his brain. The way her tensed up and clenched his fists was not lost on anyone in the room.
"The chip's active," all Mark could do is nod, "I need to get him to the doctor, I'll bring them tomorrow." Taylor informed.
"Taylor," the woman's voice was wonderfully silky, and made her a little scarier too. "They had better be as useful as you say they are." General Taylor nodded and dragged Mark out to the rover.
The pain was getting worse, but this time a voice was ringing in his head.
It kept repeating over and over again.
Kill her, kill her, kill her.
And he knew who 'her' was.
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