Hey guys, I know it's been a long time and with any luck you've been waiting, but I've been super busy. So here's a little bit more.
"I realy am sorry. I should have told you that I had seizures, but I rarely ever get them. When I do, they're amazingly strong."
She sniffled. "Why do you have them?"
"Well, as much as Manticore likes to think that they don't make any mistakes, they do. I'm not sure what it is, most likely some encoding in our DNA is off, but there are some X-5s who get seizures. For some reason, our bodies can't produce their own tryptophan. We have to get it from an outside source; the pills, milk. But the pills aren't always enough."
Pulling back to look at her, Alec remembered the flashbacks. "Satrina," his voice caught in is his throat. He quickly cleared his throat. "I have flashbacks when I have seizures."
Wrinkles creased her forehead as her face scrunched in confusion. "Flashbacks. Like what?"
"I..." Alec's mind tried pulling the memories up to be read. They were foggy but, once he started going, it all came back. "I was back at Manticore when they were doing tests on me. My flashbacks are usually of the darkest times at Manticore, and that would be when they were doing tests on me. You don't want to know what they did. It started off as Manticore, but then it was after we escaped, and then it was with you. It was..." He searched his engineered mind for the words, and he found them in what Max said before. "It was my personal growth, my progression. And I have you to thank."
Her eyes met his wonderful blue ones in question. "Me? Why me?"
Deliberately, his hand slid along her cheek and rested under her chin. With no haste, he brought his lips to hers. The kiss was lingering and sweet. Pulling back, he noticed the love depicted in her eyes. He chuckled deep from his chest. "You made me love you. You showed me that people are worth caring for. You showed me that love is the most beautiful thing ... besides you." A blush painted her cheeks and Alec jumped on the simple occurance. "That! It's things like that; I tell you your beautiful all the time, and you still blush. It's, as cheezy as it sounds, little things like that that changed me and made me better."
"I do what I can," she smiled.
"So," Alec started, "I've been wondering ... where's my shirt?"
Involuntarily, her fingers splayed against his muscular back, teasing his warm skin. "Well, I couldn't let you lay in soaking wet clothes." Shifting her body, she sat with her legs wrapped around him. "So," she kissed the side of his throat. "I took them off of you," she nipped at the corner of his jaw. "And got an eyeful," she kissed his lips. "Of you."
A lopsided grin spread across his face. "Maybe we should get you out of your clothes so I can get an eyeful."
"Maybe," she whispered into his mouth, and closed the milimeter and kissed him. At that moment, Alec's empty stomach complained very loudly. Laughing lightly, Satrina pulled back. "Maybe we should get you something to eat first. Besides, I might tire you out quickly and we wouldn't want that."
"You really think you could wea me out?"
She only smiled and stood to make her way to the kitchen.
They couldn't get back to Seattle fast enough, at least for Alec. He could smell her. The hormones and pheramones poured out of her and he could smell them a mile away. Animal instincts took over and Alec could barely control himself. He had to get to her, and he had to be first. He also had to get rid of Satrina.
He ignored her the moment they entered Seattle. Satrina didn't know what was wrong with him. His fingers twitched, he had the look of a predator etched on his face. After multiple atemps at conversation, Satrina gave up. Wracking her brain, she tried to figure out what she had done or said but she came up with nothing. Apparently, he was angry with her.
Headlessly, Alec parked his classic car in front of Satrina's building. Getting out of the car, Satrina grabbed her duffel bag full of clothing. She turned to Alec to ask him to come up with her, but watched him wave and drive off quickly. With anger seething under her skin, Satrina watched as his car disppeared around the corner. The anger could no longer be contained by her meager skin, she threw her bag down to the ground and let out a heart-ripping scream.
"What is wrong with him?!" Sighing heavily, she bent down and picked up her bag. "You know, if he was mad at me, he could at least tell me why. Selfish bastard." Her feet then carried her into her appartment so she could sulk with some cookies and t.v.
"I realy am sorry. I should have told you that I had seizures, but I rarely ever get them. When I do, they're amazingly strong."
She sniffled. "Why do you have them?"
"Well, as much as Manticore likes to think that they don't make any mistakes, they do. I'm not sure what it is, most likely some encoding in our DNA is off, but there are some X-5s who get seizures. For some reason, our bodies can't produce their own tryptophan. We have to get it from an outside source; the pills, milk. But the pills aren't always enough."
Pulling back to look at her, Alec remembered the flashbacks. "Satrina," his voice caught in is his throat. He quickly cleared his throat. "I have flashbacks when I have seizures."
Wrinkles creased her forehead as her face scrunched in confusion. "Flashbacks. Like what?"
"I..." Alec's mind tried pulling the memories up to be read. They were foggy but, once he started going, it all came back. "I was back at Manticore when they were doing tests on me. My flashbacks are usually of the darkest times at Manticore, and that would be when they were doing tests on me. You don't want to know what they did. It started off as Manticore, but then it was after we escaped, and then it was with you. It was..." He searched his engineered mind for the words, and he found them in what Max said before. "It was my personal growth, my progression. And I have you to thank."
Her eyes met his wonderful blue ones in question. "Me? Why me?"
Deliberately, his hand slid along her cheek and rested under her chin. With no haste, he brought his lips to hers. The kiss was lingering and sweet. Pulling back, he noticed the love depicted in her eyes. He chuckled deep from his chest. "You made me love you. You showed me that people are worth caring for. You showed me that love is the most beautiful thing ... besides you." A blush painted her cheeks and Alec jumped on the simple occurance. "That! It's things like that; I tell you your beautiful all the time, and you still blush. It's, as cheezy as it sounds, little things like that that changed me and made me better."
"I do what I can," she smiled.
"So," Alec started, "I've been wondering ... where's my shirt?"
Involuntarily, her fingers splayed against his muscular back, teasing his warm skin. "Well, I couldn't let you lay in soaking wet clothes." Shifting her body, she sat with her legs wrapped around him. "So," she kissed the side of his throat. "I took them off of you," she nipped at the corner of his jaw. "And got an eyeful," she kissed his lips. "Of you."
A lopsided grin spread across his face. "Maybe we should get you out of your clothes so I can get an eyeful."
"Maybe," she whispered into his mouth, and closed the milimeter and kissed him. At that moment, Alec's empty stomach complained very loudly. Laughing lightly, Satrina pulled back. "Maybe we should get you something to eat first. Besides, I might tire you out quickly and we wouldn't want that."
"You really think you could wea me out?"
She only smiled and stood to make her way to the kitchen.
They couldn't get back to Seattle fast enough, at least for Alec. He could smell her. The hormones and pheramones poured out of her and he could smell them a mile away. Animal instincts took over and Alec could barely control himself. He had to get to her, and he had to be first. He also had to get rid of Satrina.
He ignored her the moment they entered Seattle. Satrina didn't know what was wrong with him. His fingers twitched, he had the look of a predator etched on his face. After multiple atemps at conversation, Satrina gave up. Wracking her brain, she tried to figure out what she had done or said but she came up with nothing. Apparently, he was angry with her.
Headlessly, Alec parked his classic car in front of Satrina's building. Getting out of the car, Satrina grabbed her duffel bag full of clothing. She turned to Alec to ask him to come up with her, but watched him wave and drive off quickly. With anger seething under her skin, Satrina watched as his car disppeared around the corner. The anger could no longer be contained by her meager skin, she threw her bag down to the ground and let out a heart-ripping scream.
"What is wrong with him?!" Sighing heavily, she bent down and picked up her bag. "You know, if he was mad at me, he could at least tell me why. Selfish bastard." Her feet then carried her into her appartment so she could sulk with some cookies and t.v.