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.
Spoilers/Timeframe: Radar Love
A/N: I hope no one thought I'd abandoned ff.net... Please review this chapter; it will make me a happy girl. I know the title has been used to death, but what can I say, it's the only thing that fit this thing perfectly. And JoJo, yeah I promised to send this to you a lot earlier.. But a writer's block got in my way and. *Blabs*.
~*~ Means Flashback.
~~~~~~~~ Means scene change.
Chapter #10 - Gettin' Hot in Herre
A black van drove through the woods in the East of Portland. The driver was a young female, and in the passanger seat behind her she'd buckled up a small baby. The child was sleeping soundly, not noticing the rough terrain they were on.
Jace sighed as she ran a hand through her long black hair. She'd been driving around for hours now, hoping to lose the guys that had been on her tail since the morning. She wasn't one to be scared easily, but these guys had freaked her out. They'd been stronger than her, and that had been enough of a reason to run.
Now she was on her way to Tinga... Or at least, she hoped she was. Rumors came from the group of men, that 656 was in Portland. It was big risk to go there, but, traveling with an infant, she knew she didn't have much of a choice. Tinga had always known what to do.
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Max had known something was off the moment Tinga had opened the door. She didn't know whether it was the look on her sister's face when she saw Logan, or the unusual amount of heat radiating from her body.
Her thought-train was interrupted by Case who greeted her with a loud shout.
"Auntie Max!" He came running towards her, and Max kneeled down and opened her arms. The little boy launched himself at her, and she laughed.
Logan watched the scene, and hid the smile that came to his face as Max talked with Case. He'd rarely seen her this way, but when she was with children, a whole other Max came out. It was one of the many things he loved about her.
"I made this for you." Case said, holding up a paper that he'd folded. Max looked at it, and smiled. He'd drawn a bird on it like little children did, but the letters were exceptionally well written.
"That's a bird." He proudly pointed out. Max nodded, and turned to her sister.
"So we gonna hang out in the hall way all day?" She said, smiling at her sister. Tinga laughed, and turned to walk over to the living room, but she stopped dead in her tracks when she heard some one coming down the stairs.
Spinning around, she couldn't help the smile that came to her lips as Charlie entered the hallway. Taking in his every detail, a sigh came from her. As soon as it got out, she mentally slapped herself. This wasn't the time to.
"Hey Charlie." Max said, Tinga's strange behavior not getting by her.
Charlie barely heard what Max said as he focused on his wife. Her eyes were twinkling with mischief, and he suddenly became well aware of every curve in her body. If it wasn't for Case, he knew he would've taken her right there.
"Daddy, aunt Max said Hi." Case said, tugging at his father's shirt. Charlie snapped out of his trance, and turned to look at Max.
"Sorry." He said, shaking his head in confusion.
He turned towards the living room, holding Case's hand as he walked. The rest followed in silence. As they entered the living room, Max was the first to speak up again.
"Hey Victor." She said, looking at the man who was sitting on the couch sipping some hot coffee.
Victor looked up and smiled at her. Tinga moved over to the couch where he sat, and sat down next to him. Her eyes roamed his body. There were a few minutes of awkward silence, until Case piped up,
"It smells weird in here." He sniffed into the air a few times to make his point clear... At least as clear as any young child could.
Max fell silent, and observed her sister closely... And suddenly it all clicked.
"Tinga?"
Tinga shook her head and looked at her sister. From the look she got, she knew Max had figured her out. Groaning, she got up from the couch.
"I'm going to take a cold shower." With that, she left the room in a daze.
Everyone turned to Max in confusion, apart from Case, who was quietly looking at the wall.
"Female Trouble." Was all she said.
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-Hazelwood White's Base-
White glared at the soldier that nervously approached him.
"Mr White... There was a sighting of 656 four days ago."
White sighed in annoyance at the man's cryptical sentence.
"And where would that be?" His tone was icy, and if looks could kill, the soldier wouldn't have been standing there anymore.
"It was on a hover drone camera, a few miles North of the centre, she was with a child and a man. They looked very close." The soldier said, figuring he was better off telling everything.
"Okay... Did the search for 683 and her off spring bring anything up?"
"No... Sir." The soldier spoke his words slowly.
"Then what are you standing here for?!"
Silence fell. The soldier left in a hurry.
White walked over to his desk, and opened the top file. He glared at the paper in it. It was 452's medical file, with her picture above it. The eyes stared at him, frozen.
"I will find you... And when I do, I'll make sure there's nothing left of you to find." He said, closing the file again. He threw it on his desk, and left the office, slamming the door closed behind him.
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A/N: Well THAT took me long enough. Y'know what I'm gonna say: Review, I'll write faster.
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.
Spoilers/Timeframe: Radar Love
A/N: I hope no one thought I'd abandoned ff.net... Please review this chapter; it will make me a happy girl. I know the title has been used to death, but what can I say, it's the only thing that fit this thing perfectly. And JoJo, yeah I promised to send this to you a lot earlier.. But a writer's block got in my way and. *Blabs*.
~*~ Means Flashback.
~~~~~~~~ Means scene change.
Chapter #10 - Gettin' Hot in Herre
A black van drove through the woods in the East of Portland. The driver was a young female, and in the passanger seat behind her she'd buckled up a small baby. The child was sleeping soundly, not noticing the rough terrain they were on.
Jace sighed as she ran a hand through her long black hair. She'd been driving around for hours now, hoping to lose the guys that had been on her tail since the morning. She wasn't one to be scared easily, but these guys had freaked her out. They'd been stronger than her, and that had been enough of a reason to run.
Now she was on her way to Tinga... Or at least, she hoped she was. Rumors came from the group of men, that 656 was in Portland. It was big risk to go there, but, traveling with an infant, she knew she didn't have much of a choice. Tinga had always known what to do.
~~~~~~~~~~
Max had known something was off the moment Tinga had opened the door. She didn't know whether it was the look on her sister's face when she saw Logan, or the unusual amount of heat radiating from her body.
Her thought-train was interrupted by Case who greeted her with a loud shout.
"Auntie Max!" He came running towards her, and Max kneeled down and opened her arms. The little boy launched himself at her, and she laughed.
Logan watched the scene, and hid the smile that came to his face as Max talked with Case. He'd rarely seen her this way, but when she was with children, a whole other Max came out. It was one of the many things he loved about her.
"I made this for you." Case said, holding up a paper that he'd folded. Max looked at it, and smiled. He'd drawn a bird on it like little children did, but the letters were exceptionally well written.
"That's a bird." He proudly pointed out. Max nodded, and turned to her sister.
"So we gonna hang out in the hall way all day?" She said, smiling at her sister. Tinga laughed, and turned to walk over to the living room, but she stopped dead in her tracks when she heard some one coming down the stairs.
Spinning around, she couldn't help the smile that came to her lips as Charlie entered the hallway. Taking in his every detail, a sigh came from her. As soon as it got out, she mentally slapped herself. This wasn't the time to.
"Hey Charlie." Max said, Tinga's strange behavior not getting by her.
Charlie barely heard what Max said as he focused on his wife. Her eyes were twinkling with mischief, and he suddenly became well aware of every curve in her body. If it wasn't for Case, he knew he would've taken her right there.
"Daddy, aunt Max said Hi." Case said, tugging at his father's shirt. Charlie snapped out of his trance, and turned to look at Max.
"Sorry." He said, shaking his head in confusion.
He turned towards the living room, holding Case's hand as he walked. The rest followed in silence. As they entered the living room, Max was the first to speak up again.
"Hey Victor." She said, looking at the man who was sitting on the couch sipping some hot coffee.
Victor looked up and smiled at her. Tinga moved over to the couch where he sat, and sat down next to him. Her eyes roamed his body. There were a few minutes of awkward silence, until Case piped up,
"It smells weird in here." He sniffed into the air a few times to make his point clear... At least as clear as any young child could.
Max fell silent, and observed her sister closely... And suddenly it all clicked.
"Tinga?"
Tinga shook her head and looked at her sister. From the look she got, she knew Max had figured her out. Groaning, she got up from the couch.
"I'm going to take a cold shower." With that, she left the room in a daze.
Everyone turned to Max in confusion, apart from Case, who was quietly looking at the wall.
"Female Trouble." Was all she said.
~~~~~~~
-Hazelwood White's Base-
White glared at the soldier that nervously approached him.
"Mr White... There was a sighting of 656 four days ago."
White sighed in annoyance at the man's cryptical sentence.
"And where would that be?" His tone was icy, and if looks could kill, the soldier wouldn't have been standing there anymore.
"It was on a hover drone camera, a few miles North of the centre, she was with a child and a man. They looked very close." The soldier said, figuring he was better off telling everything.
"Okay... Did the search for 683 and her off spring bring anything up?"
"No... Sir." The soldier spoke his words slowly.
"Then what are you standing here for?!"
Silence fell. The soldier left in a hurry.
White walked over to his desk, and opened the top file. He glared at the paper in it. It was 452's medical file, with her picture above it. The eyes stared at him, frozen.
"I will find you... And when I do, I'll make sure there's nothing left of you to find." He said, closing the file again. He threw it on his desk, and left the office, slamming the door closed behind him.
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A/N: Well THAT took me long enough. Y'know what I'm gonna say: Review, I'll write faster.