DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters; they are the brilliant
creation and property of James Cameron, FOX etc. I do own Faith and some
minor characters, but you know the rest.
SPOILERS: Takes place after Freak Nation - the imaginary season 3.
Chapter Nineteen:
In his office, Alec sat sprawled out on the floor. He could remember all the times Faith and he had been in here together, the way they had danced around each other for all that time, before he finally mustered up the courage to kiss her. To take the chance, that leap of faith. He smiled faintly at the pun, before continuing to reminisce. Only a week before the battle they had made love in here, several times. Everyone had been out, having a fight day. They had put in an appearance before fading off into the background. Made love in his office, on the floor, on his chair, against the wall, the desk. Alec shut his tear-filled eyes as he remembered the way she had felt, tasted. The way she would look at him and her green eyes would just light up. And her smile. The most beautiful he had ever seen. So bright and wide, with her thick, swollen lips and shiny white teeth. God he missed her. Alec inhaled deeply, pushing out the breath with a great whoosh. His heart was pounding rapidly and he felt weak. It was unbearable, spending every minute of the day missing her. The way her hair was always different, depending on what she wore (she was the first transgenic he met who actually looked amazing while she was kicking ass). The way her thick eyelashes would fluter at him when she was confused. The way she bit her bottom lip when she was nervous. Or the way she would laugh, a soft giggle that never ceased to make him smile. The way she looked when she slept. The way she would make him feel. Alec stretched out against the desk, his eyes still closed.
Flashback: "Every time you and I try to spend some time alone, quality time, we tend to get interrupted.", Faith told Alec, as she nipped playfully at his ear. He gestured to the series of locks on his office door, then pointed outside where all the transgenics were gathered for their day of skill and competition. Alec hadn't entered, nor had Faith and all the other transgenics were grateful, after seeing the two fight, they no one could take either of them. Faith laughed at the sight of the locks on his door, throwing her head back to expose her set of straight gleaming teeth. He sat down on his chair and she sat on the desk facing them. Neither said anything and the silence seemed almost awkward. Alec eventually broke it, "Hey." He smiled at her and she returned it, her dimples appearing as she grinned back at him, "Hey." That was all it took. Alec reached out and pulled her onto him and Faith straddled his hips, leaning in and kissing him passionately, savouring his taste as her tongue delved into his mouth. He reached with one hand for the curves of her ass and pulled her closer to him, his other hand spiralling around her hardening nipple, before grasping her breast firmly. He buckled his hips slightly and Faith gave a small sigh as she felt his growing erection beneath her. She rubbed hard against it and Alec groaned into her mouth, pulling her closer still. They had sex in that chair, a heated and wild occurrence, filled with urgency and desire, but left them both breathless and completely satisfied. Alec watched as she dismounted him, bending over to pick up her shirt. He felt a stir in his pants and a responsive rumbling growl in the back of his throat. He tackled her and threw her onto his desk, using his arms to sweep its contents off onto the floor. "Oh...Alec...Oh my...ALEC!", Faith panted, her eyes overcome with wild lust, her body rocked with wave after wave of ecstasy. Alec continued to push against her with all his strength. Anyone else would be bruised and bleeding, but not Faith, she pushed against him as equally hard. She placed her hands on his hips and guided his movements in her, speeds changing between fast and slow. As they both neared climax, Alec slowed considerably, wanting to draw the experience out further. He released in her, as they fell off the table, making impact with the floor. They lay there for hours, caught in each others arms, eyes lost in one another, both sweaty bodies still joined together as one.
Alec snapped his eyes open and looked down at the boxes in front of him. He started pawing through the first one. Bankcard, sector passes, various IDs, letters, sketches. An outdated Discman back from before the pulse, CDs. Her sunglasses, keys to a car (*I'll have to go looking for that sometime*, he thought), pens and pads of paper. Nothing really out of the ordinary. The second box held a book on top. Alec curiously opened it, after staring at his reflection in the mosaic design cover. He flicked through the book, realising that it was a diary, rather a tribute of their relationship. He smiled faintly as he sorted through the pages. She had been so full of love. Photos of him and some of her, pressed flowers, drawings of him, of them, snippets of conversations they had had. Even little things like the lock of hair he had given her as a joke one day or the supposed four-leaf clover they had found one day picnicking. The book was beautiful. A collage of photos filled the last page. The date was the last day he had been with her here, the day before the battle. The day she had given him the piano. And he was there, playing. Snaps of him laughing. One where they were kissing, he remembered that one, setting up the camera had stuffed up and it just had kept clicking. The centre photo was the best. They were both smiling broadly and their eyes twinkled. Alec had his arms around Faith she affectionately held her hand on his neck. Alec set the book to the side, blinking back tears. He reached into the box for the other items. Her favourite denim jacket was on top and without meaning to he closed his eyes and buried his nose into it, taking in that sweet, distinctive smell. Alec's chest ached as he breathed in her scent. He could almost feel her there with him. It hurt. One of her shirts was in the box, ripped from one of their heated encounters in her office. Some novels, maps - one of Chicago, more photos - one framed of Alec standing and addressing the transgenics. He came to another map, this one was of an Australian city, Sydney. He unfolded it and a photo fell out, one of Faith and 2 guys, standing before a beautiful blue ocean. He didn't recognise the men. Studying the photo, he could tell it had been taken before he had met her, her hair was much shorter. His pupils expanded and he could see they all held some sort of bracelet on their right wrist and all were in similar outfits. Transgenics. X9's he guesses, but they looked a few years older than Faith. Alec traced a finger over her delighted face, curious as to the story behind it. If it was at Mantecore and they had had the freedom of a beach at it. She hadn't really told him about life there, just from what he knew they had been put through much worse things than his. If it was Mantecore, taking that photo would have been impossible. But if anyone could have managed it, that would be Faith.
Flashback: Alec rummaged through the giant crate, "You gonna tell me how you got your hands on this?" Faith looked him in the eye, causing his breath to become trapped in his throat, "I have my ways." "I'm sure you do. But this is more tryptophan than imaginable. Since the Pulse, this stuff is rare, even on the black market." "Alec, it's no big. Just watching out for my family." "Faith you are unbelievable. I hope you know that..."
More maps, photos, drawings. They were quite good. Alec looked at the bottom of the box and pulled out a bulky package with his name on the front. After hesitating, he poured the contents into his lap. A silver chain with a dog tag. One side said Alec and the other X5-494. Alec smiled. Faith had always spoiled him. Even beyond the grave she was. He slipped the necklace over his neck and looked at what else had fallen out. A letter, barely started though still long. He tucked it into his pocket, he's read it later. But there was something else in the envelope. Another dog tag - Faith and X9-449. He clipped it onto the chain. Their numbers had been so similar. Just like they were meant to be.
The next box contained more clothes, shoes, hats and even more photos. There were bottles of chemicals for her developing, he had always wondered about that until one day exploring the supplies building he had caught a whiff of process chemicals. Following the smell downstairs he had discovered her huge photography lab. Faith's cuff lay in there too, a sign she was truly gone, as she never took it off for more than a minute. He examined it in his hand. Leather hide, brown with snap buttons to hold it on. In between the two buttons was a miniscule rectangle, which held the digital time. Alec put it on his wrist, it actually looked good. Packing everything back into the boxes, he picked them up and headed home, for the first time since she was gone, his steps light and buoyant.
Chapter Nineteen:
In his office, Alec sat sprawled out on the floor. He could remember all the times Faith and he had been in here together, the way they had danced around each other for all that time, before he finally mustered up the courage to kiss her. To take the chance, that leap of faith. He smiled faintly at the pun, before continuing to reminisce. Only a week before the battle they had made love in here, several times. Everyone had been out, having a fight day. They had put in an appearance before fading off into the background. Made love in his office, on the floor, on his chair, against the wall, the desk. Alec shut his tear-filled eyes as he remembered the way she had felt, tasted. The way she would look at him and her green eyes would just light up. And her smile. The most beautiful he had ever seen. So bright and wide, with her thick, swollen lips and shiny white teeth. God he missed her. Alec inhaled deeply, pushing out the breath with a great whoosh. His heart was pounding rapidly and he felt weak. It was unbearable, spending every minute of the day missing her. The way her hair was always different, depending on what she wore (she was the first transgenic he met who actually looked amazing while she was kicking ass). The way her thick eyelashes would fluter at him when she was confused. The way she bit her bottom lip when she was nervous. Or the way she would laugh, a soft giggle that never ceased to make him smile. The way she looked when she slept. The way she would make him feel. Alec stretched out against the desk, his eyes still closed.
Flashback: "Every time you and I try to spend some time alone, quality time, we tend to get interrupted.", Faith told Alec, as she nipped playfully at his ear. He gestured to the series of locks on his office door, then pointed outside where all the transgenics were gathered for their day of skill and competition. Alec hadn't entered, nor had Faith and all the other transgenics were grateful, after seeing the two fight, they no one could take either of them. Faith laughed at the sight of the locks on his door, throwing her head back to expose her set of straight gleaming teeth. He sat down on his chair and she sat on the desk facing them. Neither said anything and the silence seemed almost awkward. Alec eventually broke it, "Hey." He smiled at her and she returned it, her dimples appearing as she grinned back at him, "Hey." That was all it took. Alec reached out and pulled her onto him and Faith straddled his hips, leaning in and kissing him passionately, savouring his taste as her tongue delved into his mouth. He reached with one hand for the curves of her ass and pulled her closer to him, his other hand spiralling around her hardening nipple, before grasping her breast firmly. He buckled his hips slightly and Faith gave a small sigh as she felt his growing erection beneath her. She rubbed hard against it and Alec groaned into her mouth, pulling her closer still. They had sex in that chair, a heated and wild occurrence, filled with urgency and desire, but left them both breathless and completely satisfied. Alec watched as she dismounted him, bending over to pick up her shirt. He felt a stir in his pants and a responsive rumbling growl in the back of his throat. He tackled her and threw her onto his desk, using his arms to sweep its contents off onto the floor. "Oh...Alec...Oh my...ALEC!", Faith panted, her eyes overcome with wild lust, her body rocked with wave after wave of ecstasy. Alec continued to push against her with all his strength. Anyone else would be bruised and bleeding, but not Faith, she pushed against him as equally hard. She placed her hands on his hips and guided his movements in her, speeds changing between fast and slow. As they both neared climax, Alec slowed considerably, wanting to draw the experience out further. He released in her, as they fell off the table, making impact with the floor. They lay there for hours, caught in each others arms, eyes lost in one another, both sweaty bodies still joined together as one.
Alec snapped his eyes open and looked down at the boxes in front of him. He started pawing through the first one. Bankcard, sector passes, various IDs, letters, sketches. An outdated Discman back from before the pulse, CDs. Her sunglasses, keys to a car (*I'll have to go looking for that sometime*, he thought), pens and pads of paper. Nothing really out of the ordinary. The second box held a book on top. Alec curiously opened it, after staring at his reflection in the mosaic design cover. He flicked through the book, realising that it was a diary, rather a tribute of their relationship. He smiled faintly as he sorted through the pages. She had been so full of love. Photos of him and some of her, pressed flowers, drawings of him, of them, snippets of conversations they had had. Even little things like the lock of hair he had given her as a joke one day or the supposed four-leaf clover they had found one day picnicking. The book was beautiful. A collage of photos filled the last page. The date was the last day he had been with her here, the day before the battle. The day she had given him the piano. And he was there, playing. Snaps of him laughing. One where they were kissing, he remembered that one, setting up the camera had stuffed up and it just had kept clicking. The centre photo was the best. They were both smiling broadly and their eyes twinkled. Alec had his arms around Faith she affectionately held her hand on his neck. Alec set the book to the side, blinking back tears. He reached into the box for the other items. Her favourite denim jacket was on top and without meaning to he closed his eyes and buried his nose into it, taking in that sweet, distinctive smell. Alec's chest ached as he breathed in her scent. He could almost feel her there with him. It hurt. One of her shirts was in the box, ripped from one of their heated encounters in her office. Some novels, maps - one of Chicago, more photos - one framed of Alec standing and addressing the transgenics. He came to another map, this one was of an Australian city, Sydney. He unfolded it and a photo fell out, one of Faith and 2 guys, standing before a beautiful blue ocean. He didn't recognise the men. Studying the photo, he could tell it had been taken before he had met her, her hair was much shorter. His pupils expanded and he could see they all held some sort of bracelet on their right wrist and all were in similar outfits. Transgenics. X9's he guesses, but they looked a few years older than Faith. Alec traced a finger over her delighted face, curious as to the story behind it. If it was at Mantecore and they had had the freedom of a beach at it. She hadn't really told him about life there, just from what he knew they had been put through much worse things than his. If it was Mantecore, taking that photo would have been impossible. But if anyone could have managed it, that would be Faith.
Flashback: Alec rummaged through the giant crate, "You gonna tell me how you got your hands on this?" Faith looked him in the eye, causing his breath to become trapped in his throat, "I have my ways." "I'm sure you do. But this is more tryptophan than imaginable. Since the Pulse, this stuff is rare, even on the black market." "Alec, it's no big. Just watching out for my family." "Faith you are unbelievable. I hope you know that..."
More maps, photos, drawings. They were quite good. Alec looked at the bottom of the box and pulled out a bulky package with his name on the front. After hesitating, he poured the contents into his lap. A silver chain with a dog tag. One side said Alec and the other X5-494. Alec smiled. Faith had always spoiled him. Even beyond the grave she was. He slipped the necklace over his neck and looked at what else had fallen out. A letter, barely started though still long. He tucked it into his pocket, he's read it later. But there was something else in the envelope. Another dog tag - Faith and X9-449. He clipped it onto the chain. Their numbers had been so similar. Just like they were meant to be.
The next box contained more clothes, shoes, hats and even more photos. There were bottles of chemicals for her developing, he had always wondered about that until one day exploring the supplies building he had caught a whiff of process chemicals. Following the smell downstairs he had discovered her huge photography lab. Faith's cuff lay in there too, a sign she was truly gone, as she never took it off for more than a minute. He examined it in his hand. Leather hide, brown with snap buttons to hold it on. In between the two buttons was a miniscule rectangle, which held the digital time. Alec put it on his wrist, it actually looked good. Packing everything back into the boxes, he picked them up and headed home, for the first time since she was gone, his steps light and buoyant.