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: Don't throw anything at me, this chapter was a beast to write. I was about to brake down until my beta-reader stepped in and gave me inspiration! Thanks JoJo, for giving me an idea and then beta-reading this very long chapter!
~*~ Means Flashback.
~~~~~~~~ Means scene change.
Chapter #11 - The clock's jumpin'
Jace pressed herself against the wall of the abandoned factory. After all the precautions she'd taken, they'd still caught up with her. And Maxie.
She snapped her head up in a reflex to the footsteps that were closing in on her. The wind that had been howling outside the building was making it nearly impossible to find out where the sounds came from, and this didn't comfort her a bit. For all she knew, they could've found the van, which she'd left her daughter in.
A man's voice came from behind the wall, and she perked up her ears to hear what he was saying.
"Don't underestimate her, she could've gotten help."
"Don't worry sir, we've got it covered."
The rest of the conversation was lost to hear by a loud thunder clap from outside. With a mumbled "Shit!" she made her way up to the stairs, taking them in two's. Her steps were silent, while her eyes searched for a way out.
She usually didn't mind a game of cat and mouse, but that was when she was the cat. Now, all that was left of her was a defenceless little girl. These guys were good, and she didn't want to come to blows with them again.
When she'd reached the second floor, she could see soldiers entering through the doorway. Taking a quick glance at the platform, a string of curses escaped her mouth when she noticed there weren't many places to hide.
"Search the entire facility!" A voice echoed through the building. Jace made sure to stay silent as she moved along the wall. There were some pillars along her path, and if she made the right moves, she could use them to her advantage. From what she had seen from the outside, there were several small windows on the third floor. All she had to do was make it to the other set of stairs.
The booming of footsteps on the stairs made her stop in her tracks for several seconds. She was relieved to hear the troops heading the other way. The next pillar was several meters away, so she braced her legs and ran as fast as she could.
In two seconds she'd reached pillar, and paused to make sure no one had noticed her. When no sounds came from downstairs, she took a deep breath. The stairway was close, and if she made the right decisions, she wouldn't get into a fight reaching them.
Just as she was about to make a mad dash for them, a gun cocked near her ear.
"Stand still 683."
In one swift move, she managed to kick the gun out of his hands. The look on the soldier's face wasn't one of shock, but one of amusement, as she attempted to punch him.
He blocked her hand smoothly, twisting her into the air. Falling onto the floor in an ungraceful heap, she groaned in pain as she felt her arm stinging. When she looked up, the soldier was looking down at her, looking much larger than he was.
This mightily freaked her out, and she used her legs to knock him down. This time it was his turn to bite the dust, as her sudden movement made him hit the floor. She flipped back up, kicking into his face as she did so.
His nose cracked under her heel, and she smirked at the moan that came from his mouth. Before he had a chance to recover from the blow, she punched him on the back of his head, rendering him unconscious. He was definitely going to have a headache when he woke up.
Not like she would be around to see that.
She raced up the stairs, never stopping to look back. Her feet seemed to control her body, as she leaped over the steps. A minute later she was standing in front of a large window. Not waiting to find out if they'd caught up with her, she jumped out of it.
Adrenalin rushed through her body as she gracefully landed on her legs. She jammed her hands into her pockets, grabbing the keys to the van waiting in the bushes.
In a distance she could hear Maxie wailing, and hoped that wouldn't give her position away. When she had finally reached the van, she didn't waste a second to unlock the doors and jammed the keys into the ignition.
The van took several seconds to come to life, and she grit her teeth at the precious time she was losing. Finally, the engine started humming, and she pressed the gas pedal as hard as she could. The van started moving, and soon she was racing past every speed limit.
Gunshots were fired from behind her, and she ignored all the sounds only focused on getting the van away from the building.
She drove for several hours, never stopping to look over her shoulder. This had been away too close a call; she had to reach Portland, fast.
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Case held on tight to the chains of the swing, as Max pushed him. He laughed with joy as his legs went up in the air, shouting, "Higher!".
When Max had found out what was wrong with Tinga, she'd offered to go out with everyone for awhile, leaving her with Charlie to... Deal with it. She'd suggested for them to go to one of the only decent parks since the pulse.
So now they found themselves in the midst of trees and playground equipment. Not exactly the idea they'd first had, but it was fun none the less.
Case stopped swinging his legs, slowly skidding to a stop. He jumped off seconds before it hung still, gracefully landing on the grass. Not even bothering to dust off his clothes, he ran towards the slide.
Logan and Max followed him, as he climbed up the metal ladder, waiting for the other kids to slide down. When it was finally his turn, he had a bright smile on his face. They watched from a distance as he slid down, his eyes shining with joy.
When he was on the ground , he ran towards Victor.
"Will you play in he sand-box with me?" He asked, tugging Victor's t-shirt.
Max stiffled a giggle at the look that came onto Victor's face. Still, he followed Case to the sand-box, and soon he was helping him to make sand- cakes with buckets and toy shovels.
"Certainly got a lot of strength for such a little kid." Logan said from behind her, watching Case dump a bucket full of sand in Victor's lap.
"Just hoping he'll deal with it the right way." Max answered, sliding her hands into her pockets.
"I think Tinga will make sure of that."
Max didn't reply, instead she looked at the rest of the play ground. Kids were running around like Mexican jumping beans, acting like the toys wouldn't be there anymore in the next few seconds.
"My mom used to bring me to places like this, said it was good for my social skills. Though I didn't have any idea what they were back then."
Max turned to him, a surprised look on her face. He never spoke much about his family.
He took a deep breath, then continued.
"I was more of a loner, always doing things on my own... She said I needed friends, I said I needed space."
Just when Max was about to answer, Case came running up to them.
"Auntie, there's a woman watching us." He pointed at the trees on the other side of the playground.
Max's head snapped up, and she looked at where he was pointing. Sure enough, there was some one hiding behind the trees. She looked at Logan.
"I'll check it out."
She moved along the sides of the big field, her eyes focused on the figure. When she finally reached the spot, she didn't hesitate a second, grabbing their 'watcher' by the neck, her fist prepared to break bones.
When she was about to hit the face, the person spoke.
"Stop, Maxie... It's me!"
"Jace?"
=-=
A/N: And this is where I leave you all. Reviews, critism or flames, it's all good.
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: Don't throw anything at me, this chapter was a beast to write. I was about to brake down until my beta-reader stepped in and gave me inspiration! Thanks JoJo, for giving me an idea and then beta-reading this very long chapter!
~*~ Means Flashback.
~~~~~~~~ Means scene change.
Chapter #11 - The clock's jumpin'
Jace pressed herself against the wall of the abandoned factory. After all the precautions she'd taken, they'd still caught up with her. And Maxie.
She snapped her head up in a reflex to the footsteps that were closing in on her. The wind that had been howling outside the building was making it nearly impossible to find out where the sounds came from, and this didn't comfort her a bit. For all she knew, they could've found the van, which she'd left her daughter in.
A man's voice came from behind the wall, and she perked up her ears to hear what he was saying.
"Don't underestimate her, she could've gotten help."
"Don't worry sir, we've got it covered."
The rest of the conversation was lost to hear by a loud thunder clap from outside. With a mumbled "Shit!" she made her way up to the stairs, taking them in two's. Her steps were silent, while her eyes searched for a way out.
She usually didn't mind a game of cat and mouse, but that was when she was the cat. Now, all that was left of her was a defenceless little girl. These guys were good, and she didn't want to come to blows with them again.
When she'd reached the second floor, she could see soldiers entering through the doorway. Taking a quick glance at the platform, a string of curses escaped her mouth when she noticed there weren't many places to hide.
"Search the entire facility!" A voice echoed through the building. Jace made sure to stay silent as she moved along the wall. There were some pillars along her path, and if she made the right moves, she could use them to her advantage. From what she had seen from the outside, there were several small windows on the third floor. All she had to do was make it to the other set of stairs.
The booming of footsteps on the stairs made her stop in her tracks for several seconds. She was relieved to hear the troops heading the other way. The next pillar was several meters away, so she braced her legs and ran as fast as she could.
In two seconds she'd reached pillar, and paused to make sure no one had noticed her. When no sounds came from downstairs, she took a deep breath. The stairway was close, and if she made the right decisions, she wouldn't get into a fight reaching them.
Just as she was about to make a mad dash for them, a gun cocked near her ear.
"Stand still 683."
In one swift move, she managed to kick the gun out of his hands. The look on the soldier's face wasn't one of shock, but one of amusement, as she attempted to punch him.
He blocked her hand smoothly, twisting her into the air. Falling onto the floor in an ungraceful heap, she groaned in pain as she felt her arm stinging. When she looked up, the soldier was looking down at her, looking much larger than he was.
This mightily freaked her out, and she used her legs to knock him down. This time it was his turn to bite the dust, as her sudden movement made him hit the floor. She flipped back up, kicking into his face as she did so.
His nose cracked under her heel, and she smirked at the moan that came from his mouth. Before he had a chance to recover from the blow, she punched him on the back of his head, rendering him unconscious. He was definitely going to have a headache when he woke up.
Not like she would be around to see that.
She raced up the stairs, never stopping to look back. Her feet seemed to control her body, as she leaped over the steps. A minute later she was standing in front of a large window. Not waiting to find out if they'd caught up with her, she jumped out of it.
Adrenalin rushed through her body as she gracefully landed on her legs. She jammed her hands into her pockets, grabbing the keys to the van waiting in the bushes.
In a distance she could hear Maxie wailing, and hoped that wouldn't give her position away. When she had finally reached the van, she didn't waste a second to unlock the doors and jammed the keys into the ignition.
The van took several seconds to come to life, and she grit her teeth at the precious time she was losing. Finally, the engine started humming, and she pressed the gas pedal as hard as she could. The van started moving, and soon she was racing past every speed limit.
Gunshots were fired from behind her, and she ignored all the sounds only focused on getting the van away from the building.
She drove for several hours, never stopping to look over her shoulder. This had been away too close a call; she had to reach Portland, fast.
~~~~~~~~
Case held on tight to the chains of the swing, as Max pushed him. He laughed with joy as his legs went up in the air, shouting, "Higher!".
When Max had found out what was wrong with Tinga, she'd offered to go out with everyone for awhile, leaving her with Charlie to... Deal with it. She'd suggested for them to go to one of the only decent parks since the pulse.
So now they found themselves in the midst of trees and playground equipment. Not exactly the idea they'd first had, but it was fun none the less.
Case stopped swinging his legs, slowly skidding to a stop. He jumped off seconds before it hung still, gracefully landing on the grass. Not even bothering to dust off his clothes, he ran towards the slide.
Logan and Max followed him, as he climbed up the metal ladder, waiting for the other kids to slide down. When it was finally his turn, he had a bright smile on his face. They watched from a distance as he slid down, his eyes shining with joy.
When he was on the ground , he ran towards Victor.
"Will you play in he sand-box with me?" He asked, tugging Victor's t-shirt.
Max stiffled a giggle at the look that came onto Victor's face. Still, he followed Case to the sand-box, and soon he was helping him to make sand- cakes with buckets and toy shovels.
"Certainly got a lot of strength for such a little kid." Logan said from behind her, watching Case dump a bucket full of sand in Victor's lap.
"Just hoping he'll deal with it the right way." Max answered, sliding her hands into her pockets.
"I think Tinga will make sure of that."
Max didn't reply, instead she looked at the rest of the play ground. Kids were running around like Mexican jumping beans, acting like the toys wouldn't be there anymore in the next few seconds.
"My mom used to bring me to places like this, said it was good for my social skills. Though I didn't have any idea what they were back then."
Max turned to him, a surprised look on her face. He never spoke much about his family.
He took a deep breath, then continued.
"I was more of a loner, always doing things on my own... She said I needed friends, I said I needed space."
Just when Max was about to answer, Case came running up to them.
"Auntie, there's a woman watching us." He pointed at the trees on the other side of the playground.
Max's head snapped up, and she looked at where he was pointing. Sure enough, there was some one hiding behind the trees. She looked at Logan.
"I'll check it out."
She moved along the sides of the big field, her eyes focused on the figure. When she finally reached the spot, she didn't hesitate a second, grabbing their 'watcher' by the neck, her fist prepared to break bones.
When she was about to hit the face, the person spoke.
"Stop, Maxie... It's me!"
"Jace?"
=-=
A/N: And this is where I leave you all. Reviews, critism or flames, it's all good.