Hawke 05
By: Persia
Note: this takes place seven years after Hawke 04, and Logan and Max are
married, Jondy and Zach have hit it off, and Krit and Syl are still denying that
they are having sex. And Hawke is 16.

On we go:
Hawke rode her baby through the foggy streets of Seattle. She didn't have any
particular place that she was going, but she did really need one, she always
ended up at crash with the gang. She would hang with OC and the other guys,
but she had her own people too. She had Jen Taou, (Jen Tow), the super-genius
that she hung with, and her boyfriend Jason. They didn't have many friends at
school, because they were both finishing two years early, though Jen had
already completed high school three times. She claimed that by going back, she
could study the people and analyze them. She worked for Logan when he
needed chemicals or other fast computation, or some profiling done. Hawke was
speeding at 90 mph when another motorcycle caught up with her, and passed
her. What the hell? She thought. Then she sped up, to show this bravado who
was boss. She sped up and caught up with the other rider who was wearing
leather from head to toe: His helmet even had a leather cover. They were both
pushin' 105 when they slowed down for a sector checkpoint. Hawke showed her
sector pass and was waved through, the other guy didn't stop though, he ran
right through the barricade, and sped onwards. Hawke sped up after him, and
finally caught up with him when he stopped abruptly to get off the exit that lead
to Crash. Hawke followed, but lost sight of him in the traffic. When she got to
Crash, she convinced herself that she wasn't curious about this man, but as she
was locking up her baby, a present from Jondy and Zach for her sixteenth
birthday, strong arms grabbed her from behind. Hawke fought with all of her
strength, but she couldn't overcome her assailant, because he had her from
behind, and her arm was still healing from a break. She also felt a fog that felt
dimly like a fever. Then the man in the leather came up too, and began
pummeling the guy. When he was finished, Hawke got a clear look at his face.
He was clean-shaven, with hard cut jaw bones that indicated high testosterone
levels, and she was weak in the knees from his gentle green-eyed stare. He
asked, "Are you alright?" his voice sent shivers down her spine. The very thought
of him speaking made her melt. Wait a minute, she thought, I'm going oogle-
eyed over some guy that I've never even talked to! He looked concerned, and
asked again, "Are you alright, do you have a fever, do you need to be taken
home?" but then he smelled it, his senses picked up on the pheromones that her
hormonal body was producing, it was begging for a man, any man, to come and
lay her. She snapped out of the fog half way, "I'm fine." What was going on? Her
mind was screaming for answers that she couldn't find. "You poor thing," he
said, "You've never had yours before have you, late bloomer." And then she
blacked out.