"I can't do this." Christian muttered as soon as Vada had pulled his shirt off in a wild, animalistic frenzy.
He looked at her sadly. She was beautiful in this hurried fashion. Her face fell considerably.
"You're too beautiful to be wasted on me."
She sat down on her bunk and bent over, her head in her hands. "God, I wish I could control this."
Christian pulled his shirt back on and sat down next to her. He slipped an arm around her shoulder. "When did it start?"
She sort of looked at him, reluctant to speak, but she shrugged that idea off. "When they decided that I wasn't a kitten anymore. It hit when I turned thirteen, but it didn't really affect me until I was fifteen."
She leaned her head onto his shoulder.
"God, only two years to learn to control it." She murmured.
"And you haven't learned very well." He whispered. She giggled.
"Thanks. For not taking advantage of me. I really appreciate.. I'm not used to that kind of consideration."
Christian looked at her. "Who else knows about it?"
"528."
Images flashed before Christian's eyes. Commanding Officer X6-528. His twin. His asshole twin. His bastard twin.
"Must have been a total jackass." Christian muttered.
Vada shook her head. "No. He's a hormone-driven jackass who tries to take care of me by protecting me from the wrong things and exposing me to the wrong things."
"Did you ever try and sort him out?" Christian asked.
Vada sighed. "I need to sort myself out before I start to work on Tristan."
Matt inserted a tiny disk into one of Logan's hand-me-down laptops from 2008. He began typing furiously.
Search: Beta Test Virus X6 4112088952734 AKA X6 734 ----- DNA Records
It took a few minutes, and Alec's yelling at Tristan didn't help his concentration, but Matt looked at the words that spelled out Vada's DNA.
Nester: Yvette Meier
National Lampoon's: Catwoman (55/100) Werewolf (11.666/100)
Patriarch Fish: X5-3313437512494
Matriarch Cuckoo: X5-332960073452
Description: Patriarch's bridge of nose, Matriarch's shape of nose, Matriarch's eyes and eyebrows, Patriarch and Surrogate's lips. Matriarch's form, Patriarch's creativity. Patriarch's heart and Matriarch's Mammal DNA
Matt scowled at the screen, knowing that he couldn't decipher the codes tonight, printing out a copy and putting a password on the information.
It was late and Matt was on Alec's couch, dead asleep and lying on his stomach.
Max couldn't resist. She searched for the DNA for the sleeping figure. Her eyes widened as she decoded the information.
He was Jondy's son.
He didn't look like her, minus the dark hair, but then, of course, his father had the dominant DNA.
Tristan, though a second earlier he had been asleep, sat up, eyeing the room suspiciously. When his eyes rested on Max, he calmed down a bit.
"By definition, how exactly did they make the X6s?" She asked him.
She looked at him seriously. It was two in the morning at Logan's and Tristan was surprised to see her on this side of town.
"By definition, they choose two different DNA tubes and popped half of each into another tube. X6s are literally the children of X5s, except most of the X5s were about seven years old when the X6s were born. Vada and I were seven during the escape of '09. They chose Vada's designation by three digits of her mother's designation, the last one being the beginning of the nickname. So, we know that Vada's mother's designation begins with four."
She eyed him wearily. "You've been waiting a long time to say that, haven't you?"
"I told Alec a million times, and he got sick of hearing it." Tristan said with a shrug. "Go back to Alec's place, anyway."
She scowled. "I don't live there."
Tristan smirked at her. "You might as well."
Max glared at him. "I'm with Logan."
Tristan rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say, 452."
She got up and headed out the door.
"Why'd you ask, anyway?" Tristan shouted after her.
"I knew Matt's mother. She escaped with me in '09." Max swallowed the lump in her throat. "In a way, he's my nephew."
Tristan nodded solemnly.
"Do you know who your parents are?" She asked, standing in the doorway in a solid stance.
"Another CO and just another X5. I did my background check. My twin and I have parents that aren't you or 494." Tristan answered.
"What does Alec think about Vada's parents?" Max found herself whispering.
"He thinks that you and Vada share a surrogate mother and lots of the same DNA. Which would link you as sisters. But he doesn't know for sure." Tristan murmured in reply.
"And you?" Max raised her eyebrows expectantly.
"When she knows, you'll know." Tristan snapped. "You better go back to Alec's."
"I better." Max agreed, walking out with a grim look on her face.
Max crept back into Alec's apartment and found both Alec and Matt sitting on the couch, waiting for her.
"We need to move out." Alec explained with a grim face.
"Tristan is a bastard." Max said in a flat, even voice.
"Good to see we all agree on something." Matt muttered, rolling his eyes. "Let's go."
Alec and Max looked at him worriedly, but they set to work.
"My baby." Alec whispered. His beautiful red convertible that Max had just gotten him back for his 'birthday'. The anniversary of the day the both of them escaped.
"Huh?" Max asked playfully. He shot her a look that Matt and Tristan couldn't translate, but Max understood it. She understood it damn well. "Let it go, Alec."
Alec glared at Matt and Tristan, and they inched away.
"I had to let Rachel go, because she would have died. I had to let Asha go, because she isn't our kind. But you will end up Mrs. Logan Cale and I will end up in the dirt, asking myself why I let it go. Don't tell me to let it go when I deserve you as much as he does, if not more." He hissed at her.
"You know perfectly damn well why I'm with Logan, and you know it's killing me. I hate using him and casting you aside, but this is for our survival." She retorted, never allowing him to have the last word. She started walking out of Tristan and Vada's apartment when he grabbed her by the wrist.
"How am I supposed to survive knowing that you'll die Mrs. Logan Cale and I'll die alone?" He demanded in a hushed tone. "I'm only a pain in the ass when you decided you can't handle me."
"Let's get this mission over with before we kill each other." Max whispered flatly.
Alec rolled his eyes and whipped his head around, glaring at the two X6s. "We're moving out. Tristan, you're in charge of that gang of X6s and that X8 Max forced us to deal with and Matt, you're with our favorite little X5s."
"And you?" Tristan asked, crossing his arms in a smug manner.
"I'm with this bi--- I'm with Max."