Sister Game
-She shouldn't have, but she did, and whether you like it or not, you're
involved.- Logan/Hit a sista back
Summary: What if Tinga survived her treatment and was still alive? M/L, T/C, cure for the virus eventually.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. Sue me, you'll get a broken Cell phone and smelly shoes.
Spoilers/Timeframe: Radar Love
A/N: R.I.P Cell Phone... Loved ya.
I'd actually like a few reviews for this one.. Yes I am begging... It is getting more interesting or so I hope! And I updated faster..
~*~ Means Flashback.
~~~~~~~~ Means scene change.
Chapter #9 - Radio, oh radio
Logan cringed at Max's choice of music, as the sounds of Linkin Park boomed through the car. It was a three hour drive to Portland, and so far, they'd only driven an hour.
He sighed as he saw another checkpoint come up. The line of cars was long, and they'd probably be stuck for a half hour. Enough reason for him to change the music.
Ignoring Max's glare as he pressed some of the buttons on his radio, he felt relief when he finally found a channel that didn't try to make him go deaf.
"Hey, switch it back." Max said. He gave her a playful grin and sat back.
"I'm not going to go deaf before we get to Tinga's."
Max sighed in defeat, deciding not to argue with him. He always seemed to win arguments between them anyways. This morning, she'd wanted to go on her baby, fearing the worst to come out of the trip if they drove in the same car, but somehow he'd managed to get her into his Aztec.
Maybe his blue eyes had done the job... Or the tone of his voice. She shook away the thoughts, and leaned back into her seat. Her legs were stiff from sitting in the same position for a long time, and she felt drowzy from the heat in the car.
"I'm just gonna walk around a little bit, stretch my legs." She said, opening the door. Just then, the cars in front of them started moving. She groaned, knowing that there wouldn't be time to stretch for very long.
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"What time will they be here?" Charlie asked his wife, who was brushing her hair in the bathroom.
"Half past three." She called back. Concentrating on her reflection again, she carefully untangled her hair. It was a tough job, but she wouldn't have it cut, not even if the stakes were high.
Case was sitting on the bedroom floor, playing with his cars. At times like these, he was just a normal little boy, and she was happy about that.
Finally, she finished brushing her hair and entered the bedroom. Careful not to trip over the toy truck that lay in her way, she made her way over to Charlie, who was searching for a pair of clothes.
Giving him a quick kiss, she slid her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder. He smiled, returning the kiss.
"Don't wear that red sweater." She said, looking at the clothes he was holding.
"Why not?"
"It makes you look... I don't know, weird?" She giggled at her very girlish explanation, and shook her head. This was one of the times that she knew that she was human.
Charlie put back his red sweater, grabbing a navy one instead. He held it up for her to observe.
"This better?"
Tinga licked her lips.
"Yeah."
She felt very hot. A sweat beat drippled down her forehead, and she wiped it away with the palm of her hand, stepping away from Charlie.
"Did you turn the heat higher?" She asked him, watching as he put on his sweater.
"No why?"
Tinga searched her mind for explanations for the feeling she had. She looked at Charlie's exposed chest.
Then it hit her.
~*~
The humming of the machines around her slowly died away. She sighed in relief.
"How did it go?" The woman she'd come to as Renfro, asked the doctors gathered around her.
"It didn't work." The oldest one said, running a hand through his hair.
"So in a few months, she'll still go into that anomlie issue called 'Heat'?" Renfro looked at the docters with narrowed eyes.
"Yes."
~*~
She gasped, and looked at Charlie, who was checking his reflection in the mirror.
I can't, she thought, not now that Max is coming. Biting her lower lip at the sight of her husband, she shook her head.
"I got to keep strong." She said aloud.
"What are you talking about?" Charlie asked, turning to face her.
"Nothing." She considered telling him, but decided for the opposite.
Just then, the doorbell rang. Ignoring Charlie's qeustioning looks, she made her way to the stairway. Passing Victor along the way, she couldn't help to let out a sexy smile.
"Hey."
He gave her an odd look.
"Hey to you too, I think your sister's here." Tinga gave herself a mental slap into realitly, and continued her way down the stairs.
Just as the bell rang for the second time she opened the door.
"Hey Max." She hugged Max, who returned the hug.
"Hey Tinga."
Logan stood next to Max, and Tinga looked at him in an observing manner. He felt quite uncomfortable under her stare, but remained calm.
"C'mon in, Charlie and Case will be down in a second."
They walked into the house in silence, and Tinga closed the door behind them with a sigh. This was going to be a long day.
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A/N: Betcha didn't expect THIS to happen huh?
Summary: What if Tinga survived her treatment and was still alive? M/L, T/C, cure for the virus eventually.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. Sue me, you'll get a broken Cell phone and smelly shoes.
Spoilers/Timeframe: Radar Love
A/N: R.I.P Cell Phone... Loved ya.
I'd actually like a few reviews for this one.. Yes I am begging... It is getting more interesting or so I hope! And I updated faster..
~*~ Means Flashback.
~~~~~~~~ Means scene change.
Chapter #9 - Radio, oh radio
Logan cringed at Max's choice of music, as the sounds of Linkin Park boomed through the car. It was a three hour drive to Portland, and so far, they'd only driven an hour.
He sighed as he saw another checkpoint come up. The line of cars was long, and they'd probably be stuck for a half hour. Enough reason for him to change the music.
Ignoring Max's glare as he pressed some of the buttons on his radio, he felt relief when he finally found a channel that didn't try to make him go deaf.
"Hey, switch it back." Max said. He gave her a playful grin and sat back.
"I'm not going to go deaf before we get to Tinga's."
Max sighed in defeat, deciding not to argue with him. He always seemed to win arguments between them anyways. This morning, she'd wanted to go on her baby, fearing the worst to come out of the trip if they drove in the same car, but somehow he'd managed to get her into his Aztec.
Maybe his blue eyes had done the job... Or the tone of his voice. She shook away the thoughts, and leaned back into her seat. Her legs were stiff from sitting in the same position for a long time, and she felt drowzy from the heat in the car.
"I'm just gonna walk around a little bit, stretch my legs." She said, opening the door. Just then, the cars in front of them started moving. She groaned, knowing that there wouldn't be time to stretch for very long.
~~~~
"What time will they be here?" Charlie asked his wife, who was brushing her hair in the bathroom.
"Half past three." She called back. Concentrating on her reflection again, she carefully untangled her hair. It was a tough job, but she wouldn't have it cut, not even if the stakes were high.
Case was sitting on the bedroom floor, playing with his cars. At times like these, he was just a normal little boy, and she was happy about that.
Finally, she finished brushing her hair and entered the bedroom. Careful not to trip over the toy truck that lay in her way, she made her way over to Charlie, who was searching for a pair of clothes.
Giving him a quick kiss, she slid her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder. He smiled, returning the kiss.
"Don't wear that red sweater." She said, looking at the clothes he was holding.
"Why not?"
"It makes you look... I don't know, weird?" She giggled at her very girlish explanation, and shook her head. This was one of the times that she knew that she was human.
Charlie put back his red sweater, grabbing a navy one instead. He held it up for her to observe.
"This better?"
Tinga licked her lips.
"Yeah."
She felt very hot. A sweat beat drippled down her forehead, and she wiped it away with the palm of her hand, stepping away from Charlie.
"Did you turn the heat higher?" She asked him, watching as he put on his sweater.
"No why?"
Tinga searched her mind for explanations for the feeling she had. She looked at Charlie's exposed chest.
Then it hit her.
~*~
The humming of the machines around her slowly died away. She sighed in relief.
"How did it go?" The woman she'd come to as Renfro, asked the doctors gathered around her.
"It didn't work." The oldest one said, running a hand through his hair.
"So in a few months, she'll still go into that anomlie issue called 'Heat'?" Renfro looked at the docters with narrowed eyes.
"Yes."
~*~
She gasped, and looked at Charlie, who was checking his reflection in the mirror.
I can't, she thought, not now that Max is coming. Biting her lower lip at the sight of her husband, she shook her head.
"I got to keep strong." She said aloud.
"What are you talking about?" Charlie asked, turning to face her.
"Nothing." She considered telling him, but decided for the opposite.
Just then, the doorbell rang. Ignoring Charlie's qeustioning looks, she made her way to the stairway. Passing Victor along the way, she couldn't help to let out a sexy smile.
"Hey."
He gave her an odd look.
"Hey to you too, I think your sister's here." Tinga gave herself a mental slap into realitly, and continued her way down the stairs.
Just as the bell rang for the second time she opened the door.
"Hey Max." She hugged Max, who returned the hug.
"Hey Tinga."
Logan stood next to Max, and Tinga looked at him in an observing manner. He felt quite uncomfortable under her stare, but remained calm.
"C'mon in, Charlie and Case will be down in a second."
They walked into the house in silence, and Tinga closed the door behind them with a sigh. This was going to be a long day.
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A/N: Betcha didn't expect THIS to happen huh?