Okiedokie...you're will need a lab rat or a nice dominant to hang on
to....yep...a little warning...*three very evil grins* :)

A New Breed
Authors: I_Woman aka Da Chocolate, Miami_Momma aka LithiumBorg, Alli
aka Da Chocolate and InvisoBorg :)

Chapter 11

Ray saw Tom's sudden move towards the isolation room and he turned
to see what caught Tom's attention. What he saw standing at the
window made him draw his gun and take aim.


Hobbes saw Ray quickly pull his weapon and turned to see what Ray
was pointing his weapon at. Darien was standing at the window
grinning.

"Fawkes!?!" The name of his partner rolled of Hobbes tongue sounding
like he was surprised and concerned at the same time.

The others heard and turned towards the window. Claire nearly took a
step back; Darien was not the same, "Darien?"


Darien shook his head from side to side and motioned towards the
microphone. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but he knew what
they were feeling. Darien eyed Tom as he turned on the
microphone. "Thanks, Tom...now what were you saying?"


Claire walked up to the mirror, but Tom stopped her, "I wouldn't get
too close."


"Hey, come on, will you let me out of here?" Darien said with a
slight chuckle.


Ed cautiously moved closer to the glass and brought his right hand
up to his face. Darien caught sight of him. He mimicked Ed and
brought his left hand up, so both men had their hands on their face.
It reminded Ed of a movie about mistaken identity.


Darien tilted his head, "It's like looking in a mirror, only...not."


Ed nodded, "Castor Troy."


Darien nodded back, "Sean Archer."


Hobbes looked at the two men, "What the h....."


Ed slowly backed away from the glass and thought to himself, 'His
behavior is different than the other Dominants. And did he just read
my mind?'


Darien winked at Ed, "Yes, and it was a very interesting read.
Darien smiled at Ed that sent a shiver up Ed's spine, "I really
couldn't believe that Arnie would mistake anybody for me, but I guess
now I know why."


Hobbes looked at Ed, "This does not look good, my friend."


Ray moved to a better position to keep a clean shot in range. Hobbes
motioned for Ray to put the gun down, "Holster the heat."


"You think that glass can hold him? I've seen what they can do."


"They? Fawkes isn't a 'they'..." Hobbes was interrupted by a voice
that sounded nervous.


Darien ran his hand through his hair, "Guys, look, I'm not doing the
loco thing here." Darien looked over at Tom, he sensed something
about Tom. Darien's eyes went wide, "Tom!?!"



Tom raised an eyebrow at the way Darien said his name and then
looked at Sloan. During the whole confrontation, no one noticed
Walter had moved towards the control panel for the disinfecting room.



"Darien, we can help you. Dr. Tate is working on a cure..." Claire
broke off in mid-sentence.



"Okay, that's nice, Claire. But, I'm not...like..." Darien brought
his hand up to his head and stumbled a bit.


"Darien? What's wrong?" Claire asked showing concern in her voice.


"I'm feeling..." Darien glared at Walter, "You don't...have...to..."


The Official stepped over to Walter, "What did you do to him?"


Walter took in a deep breath, "Protecting us from a very
dangerous..." Walter paused.


"Animal?" Darien finished, "I'm...." Darien stumbled back towards
the bed and stared at the faces that were now at the window. He fell
to the floor and went into unconsciousness.


Walter turned and looked at the Official, "I used Ultane, it's a gas
used for general anesthesia. Now you see why I wanted him brought to
a more secure location." Walter walked back to the control panel and
flushed the gas out with oxygen, "We won't have much time once the
gas is flushed out, so we'll have to move quick and sedate Agent
Fawkes."



"Hold on a minute, this is my agent and he is under my authority not
yours!" The Official glared at Walter.



"Not anymore, he's under my jurisdiction now." Walter calmly said
and walked away motioning for Ed to follow.



Ed stopped in front the Official and the two men met eye to eye.
"His life depends on you now," the Official said to Ed.



Ed shook his head and followed Walter. Sloan turned to Claire, "What
did he mean by that?"



Claire crossed her arms in front of her, "It means that if Ed can't
help Darien, then the Official will order me to harvest the
quicksilver gland." Claire paused and solemnly added, "Darien will
not survive the procedure."



Sloan, dumbfounded, looked at Darien lying on the floor. Tom put his
arms around her, "Ed will help him."



"It's not fair, Tom." Sloan's head rested against Tom's chest.



Hobbes helped Walter and Ed lift his partner off the ground and
secure him to the bed. When they were done Hobbes leaned up against a
counter to keep an eye on Walter and Ed. Ray joined Hobbes by his
side, "These are smart people and they'll find a way to help him."



"If Fawkes had broken through the glass, would you have shot him?"
Hobbes didn't take his eyes off of Darien.



"Yes, without hesitation. I know that this is hard for you to do,
because it would be hard for me, but it's best if you don't think of
him as your partner until..."



"Until what? Normal? Let me tell me you something, my friend.
Dominant or not, he's my partner and no one is going to tell me
otherwise." Hobbes voice was full of anger.



"Let me tell you something. If he tries to bust out of this room, I
will do what I have to do to protect the lives in here. And if that
means shooting him, then I will. I know what he is capable of doing.
I've seen what they can do. You haven't seen the things that I've
seen about them and Agent Hobbes, it's not pretty. Will I do what I
have to do to stop him?" Ray pointed towards Darien, "Yes, I will."
Ray walked away and left the room.



Ed started an IV on Darien and Walter injected the first dose of
thiopental, "How much are you giving him?" Ed asked.



"I had Lynch on 320mg and remember what happened?" Walter put the
syringe down, "I gave Agent Fawkes 350mg to start off with. We'll
keep him monitored."



Ed turned his head away from Walter to look at all the equipment in
the room, "What are you planning to do with all this equipment,
Walter?"



"Why Ed, I'd expect you to be the first person interested in this
subject. He might be the first human to be successfully turned into a
dominant. Don't you want to examine him and compare the data we get
from Agent Fawkes to the data I got from Lynch?"



"Well, of course, but this...this is too weird...I feel like I'm..."
Ed put his hands on his hips.



"Like you're violating your own brother," Hobbes said from the other
side of the room, wondering if this is how Kevin felt when he put the
gland in Darien. "Listen, Fawkes has spent the last two years as a
lab rat; don't you think enough is enough? Just cure him."



Ed turned to face Hobbes and then turned to face Walter, "I'm going
to work on the gene therapy with Claire." Ed turned away to walk out
the door, but Hobbes cut him off.


"Can you help him?"


Ed let out a sigh, "I hope so, Agent Hobbes or else we're all in
danger."


"What do you mean? I keep hearing how bad these dominants are. Deep
down inside Fawkes wouldn't want to hurt anybody."


"Once we tested the serum used on Agent Fawkes on a monkey. Guess
what happened?" Ed looked at Hobbes.


"Okay, tell me, what happened?"


"The monkey's DNA changed to the 1.6% differential and then later,
he killed the other monkeys that were in the cage with him. I'm sure
that the monkey, James, didn't want to kill his friends either, but
its part of their survival instincts. Kill the weak so the strong can
survive. That's what we're dealing with here, Agent Hobbes." Ed
walked out of the room and sat down at his computer to continue his
work. Ed looked at Claire, "We better have the biggest pot of coffee
this hospital has. hink we're going to need it."



The Official watched Walter perform one test after another on
Darien. The anger welling up in him was ferocious. Darien had been
strapped to a rotating bed and lifted up in a standing position so
his head would fall forward. Walter held a halo device in his hands
and moved it up and down Darien's head. The bed was brought back down
and Walter continued his research.



Walter turned to look at Sloan, "This is Lynch's scan," a 3D picture
of Lynch's brain appeared on the screen, "And this is Agent Fawkes'
scan."



"My God," Sloan was stunned as she stared at the nearly all red 3D
scan of Darien's hyperactive brain. "His brain is more active than
Lynch's and his had an electrical discharge of nearly three times
pattern. This is more than that."

"Pure energy, Sloan, his mind is working nearly as fast as the
computers we have here." Walter sighed and looked at the agent lying
on the bed, "He's more dangerous than Lynch."


"Could he read minds?" Sloan asked.


"I don't know, Sloan, but anything is possible. I won't know unless
I wake him, but I think you will agree that that is not an option.
Unless he is properly restrained, I will have to keep him sedated."
Walter held up another scan, "This was the first one taken on Agent
Fawkes at the agency, do you see a difference?"



Sloan studied both scans and a horrified look was on her face, she
looked up at Walter, "Smaller, his brain is smaller."



"That would be consistent with what we know about them. His brain is
working at a higher capacity than ours even as we speak."



"Walter, we have another problem. Claire told me that if Ed doesn't
find a way to turn Agent Fawkes back to normal, she will be ordered to
harvest the gland. Agent Fawkes will die from the procedure."



Walter huffed and scratched the back of his neck, "Don't worry,
Sloan, that won't happen. We have an incredible opportunity here to
study what could be a new species of dominants and that will take
precedent over a gland extraction procedure." Walter left the room to
talk with the Official.



"I want to know what you are doing to Agent Fawkes?" the Official
huffed.

"Charley, I think that you will agree that I have a unique situation
here and I must take advantage of it. As I told you before, Agent
Fawkes is now under my care and I decide what will be done to him."
Walter leered at the Official.

"That gland is the property of the U.S. Government and is under my
care. Since it is still in Agent Fawkes, he is under my care, do I
make myself clear?" The Official leered back.

Hobbes and Ed watched the exchange with curiosity. Hobbes turned to
Ed, "Your Fat Man is as bad as our Fat Man."

Ed sighed, "It's the battle of the iron wills isn't it?"

"I don't think there is going to be a winner; they're both to
stubborn to give in." Hobbes grinned at Ed.



"Agent Fawkes is in my custody now and that includes the gland that
is in his head. Technically speaking, he is no longer part of the
human race and is now considered a dominant. This goes way over your
head, Charley and I would suggest that you follow my orders. I will
run whatever tests are necessary to do a thorough research on Agent
Fawkes, with or without your permission." In a huff Walter walked
back into the isolation room and continued his testing.



Hobbes nudged Ed's arm, "Looks like your Fat Man won, he pulled
rank."


"At least he kept your partner alive..." Ed paused, "...and that
bought me time to cure him." Ed said solemnly and went back to work.



Hobbes walked up to the Official and stood by him. The two men
watched as blood was drawn, vitals taken, scans looked over and other
tests were run on Darien. "I don't like this, Hobbes, they're
treating him like
some kind of..." the Official was cut off by Hobbes.



"Lab rat, sir...I mean, that is what you were going to say. Take a
good look, chief...take a good long hard look." Hobbes said and
walked away leaving the Official to stare at himself in the form of
Walter Attwood.



Ed scanned through the report Claire made on the Galveston retro
virus. He leaned back in his chair and ran his hand through his hair
when the idea hit him, "Whoa...hey! I think I got it!"

Claire perked up from her computer as did Sloan and Walter. They
came over to join Ed.

"Okay, the retro virus was made from extracted genes from the
donors. It was then injected into the subjects. The viral vector then
grafted itself to the chromosomes. When the cell split the new gene
went with it producing new cells with the viral vector attached to
it." Ed got up from his chair, "This worked because the existing
cells weren't changed but only the new ones when the parent cell
split. Now in Kelly's case with the tick's 1.6% secretions, the
dominant gene tried to change the cells already present, her body saw
it as a foreign antibody and attacked the new genes. I think the new
serum used on Agent Fawkes is based on this principle of gene
splicing. Instead of attacking the cells they merely grafted
themselves and waited for the right moment."



"When the cells reproduced...of course, the stronger trait prevails
and this trait being the dominant DNA." Claire added.



Ed pointed to her and nodded, "That's right, I mean, we all have
dominant traits in us anyway, hair and eye color, etc." Ed turned to
face Sloan and Walter, "Kevin, remember that little boy, his mother
was human but his father was a dominant. He was a 1.6% percent
because the dominant DNA of his father was stronger than that of his
mother. This is almost the same principle."



"Very good, Ed. Can you help Agent Fawkes?" Walter looked at Ed.



"Now that I know the 'how' part, yeah, I think I can. I'll just have
to work out the gene therapy..." Ed paused, "...the trigger..."



"Tigger?" Hobbes said not really understanding all that was being
said.



Ed smiled, "No, Agent Hobbes, not Tigger...trigger...something had
to trigger the genes to mutate the existing cells once they
reproduced. It's the same principle that cured you from the smart
gene...block the trigger enzyme with an intermolecular liaise enzyme,
the dominant gene should degenerate and eventually die." Ed looked
around the room, "Simple."



"We'll just have to find the right ratio and the reaction
temperature." Claire added.



"It'll take time, but we can do it. We have to do it. If Lewis is
planning on using this on more humans, this gene therapy maybe our
only hope to stop him from carrying out his plan," Ed turned to the
room where Darien was sleeping, "We'll have to do tests using samples
of Agent Fawkes' blood."



Tom stepped out to get something to eat for Sloan and himself.
Walter needed to talk to the Official and Eberts went with them. Ed
left to go freshen up, he had been in his clothes for sometime now
and he needed to change.

Hobbes looked at Claire, "Come on, let's go get you something to eat
too. If you're going to help Fawkes, you need to take a break and
recharge your batteries."



Claire glanced over at Sloan, "You'll be okay until Agent Daniels
gets back?"



Sloan looked over at Darien who was still sleeping and then to Ray
and Alex, "Yeah, I'll be fine." Sloan said with a smile on her face.


"We won't be long," Claire said as she stood up and walked out of
the lab with Hobbes.



Sloan was busy at the microscope watching the results of the gene
therapy on Darien's blood. She had started to jot down her
observations when her mind be e unfocused. The urge to look at the
window to the isolation room became great and she slowly turned her
head.

Darien stood there staring at her. Sloan couldn't get her eyes off
of the brown eyes that intrigue her at their first meeting. She stood
up and walked over to the window. Darien looked at her and motioned
towards the control panel. Sloan looked at it and walked towards it,
she put her finger on the button that would release the locks on the
door that kept the danger contained within the isolation.



Ray and Alex saw what she was about to do, but they were too late.
There was the familiar buzzing sound alerting them that the door was
unlocked. Alex had started to run towards Sloan to stop her. She saw
Darien turn silver and then disappear. The door swung open and that
was all Alex remembered.

Ray saw Alex go down hard for no apparent reason and he stopped dead
in his tracts. He looked around the room and for some reason, his
mind was a clutter. A loud thud echoed in the room and Ray went down
to floor next to Alex.



Sloan watched the whole thing and didn't move an inch until she felt
a cold touch on her shoulder. She shuddered at the temperature change
around her, "Cold."



A burst of silver flakes appeared in front of Sloan and the sight
made her gasp. Darien smiled and moved closer to her. She noticed how
he moved with cat like grace. Sloan should be trying to save herself,
but she couldn't move at all. A hand with long fingers gripped her
neck and began to squeeze, Sloan gasped for breath. She grabbed
Darien's arm to try and get away, but her mind was too confused to
think straight.



Sloan felt her body being pulled towards Darien and his other arm
snaked around her, pulling her in even closer that their bodies were
now touching. She could feel the heat coming off of his body and felt
her own skin start to flush. The fingers on her neck loosened and air
rushed back into her lungs through her wide open mouth.



"Here, let me help you with that." Darien softly said and covered
Sloan's mouth with his own. He moved his hand to rest just under her
ear and his other hand was on her back.

Sloan's moan of pleasure radiated in Darien's mouth and that urged
him on. His tongue traced her bottom lip and her body arched into his.
Sloan was too confused to know what she was doing let alone stop. She
didn't want to.



Darien pressed his mouth harder on Sloan's lips and she could feel
them start to bruise, but the fire going through her body was too
much to ignore. Darien only kissed harder because he knew who was
coming through the door.


Before Tom opened the door, he saw Darien attacking Sloan and then
he was kissing her. Anger quickly welled up inside of him and he
burst into the room. There was Sloan in Darien's arms, kissing him
back, "Sloan!!"



TBC....


*tres grins*