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Part 14
Joshua's head was tilted sideways as he studied the other man in the room. He'd been sleeping the night before when they had arrived but the second he'd learned of their return he'd rushed to the apartment Mole had said Sandeman was in.
Christian Sandeman. 'Father' lay sleeping in the cot he'd been given within the rundown shady room. And Joshua sat at his bedside waiting patiently for him to wake, contempt to simply watch him in child like awe.
In reality that's what it truly was. A child reacquainting with his father. As Joshua mused he smiled softly. He couldn't wait for Max to finally speak to him. So Father could explain, and then maybe little-fella would be happy.
The old man's eyes opened squinting at the blurred images they came across finally coming to a stop on the grinning face of, "Joshua?" he asked disbelieving.
The dog-man grinned and nodded excitedly and Sandeman drew him into a hug, "I can't believe it's you," he said in mystified adoration for the transgenic that had been like a son to him. The first; special.
The two men broke apart and Joshua whimpered before smiling, "Good to see you too Father. Little-fella found you, now you can help us. Make everything better."
The older man studied him pensively before resigning with a nod and patted Joshua on the back; "I'll do all I can. You know that Joshua, I'll do all that I can."
One second it was silent, as silent as Terminal City could get and the second the curse, though muffled, echoed in from outside. Sandeman shot up from the bed his wrinkled face in shock at the only thought that rushed through his mind, "Spartacus!"
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The screamed curse echoed through Terminal City even reaching the National Guards and Sector Cops that formed the large circle around the abandoned 20 blocks of Seattle. Trangsenic haters that loitered around stopped and stared in dumbfounded silence as the small figure flew into the sky. It seemed everyone had stopped what he or she was doing to just stare as Spartacus sailed high above the buildings. Everyone held their breaths and watched petrified as she careened closer and closer to the abandoned building.
Only one person was moving at that moment in the whole of Terminal City.
Rook.
He ran faster than he'd ever run in his life. His blurred image was almost flying like Spartacus his speed was so incredible. His feet barely skimmed the ground in the desperate attempt to get to her.
He skidded to a screaming halt at the edge of a building and he turned the corner. His eyes shifted in desperation in search of her. He felt his heart lurch to a standstill and he forgot to breathe as he watched Spartacus' arms and legs thrash in a vain attempt to stop. Nothing could stop her though and her body crashed through the roof of what looked to have once been a warehouse.
The sound of shattering glass broke the silence, which had come to reign, like gunshots. And all of a sudden everything was a flurry of activity. Rook took off once again running the 600 something feet to the building she'd crashed through.
He didn't notice Wesley or Bintz or anyone else. He didn't hear Mole ringing the infirmary all he could do was hold Spartacus. His hands running over her body checking for anything broken. She seemed to be only sleeping, just snoozing.
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Jondy was going torturously slow. Her lips fluttered sensuously in a winding path from his navel to wards his neck. Her tongue shot out every once in a while licking and tasting his salty skin; her teeth nipping making him shudder.
He could feel her smile against his flesh as she suckled on the hollow in his throat and finally reached his own lips again. They moved tenderly against his, demanding and determined. Not one to give her all the fun he tilted her head sideways to get better access and pushed his tongue against her lips. He flipped them over his chuckle coming out as half moan at her surprised gasp.
Her hands kneaded his back tracing without looking the shadows of orange and black stripes on his lower back. They'd shown up round about when he was 14 maybe 15 to the complete amusement of Jondy and Zack. Just like his hair had changed. They weren't remarkably visible, just a trace of color here and there on his back.
Jondy being the devil that she was, when they're relationship had progressed later on, had none too subtly asked if his hair matched other parts of his anatomy. Of course when he'd refused to prove her suspicions she'd laughed and pestered him until the inevitable had happened.
His trail of thought ended when she expertly changed their positions and began grinding her body against his, her mouth this time heading in the opposite direction with no sign of stopping.
Jondy halted at the shrill ring of a phone and growled in frustration answering it, "What?"
Zane listened intently looking up at a half-naked Jondy whom still straddled his naked chest.
"Sorry Dix. What is it?" she said sheepishly and Zane grinned at her guilty expression.
Jondy's face contorted in confusion and Zane could hear the static.
The phone beeped signaling the reception was lost and Jondy stilled for a second looking at the useless contraption, "What did he say?"
Jondy looked at him and realized his question needed an answer and she muttered, "All I got was Spartacus, catapult, and infirmary."
Her eyes widened at what she'd just said and she scrambled to her feet, "Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god . . . HURRY UP ZANE!"
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A/N: I can see that it is a small chapter but I wanted to ask some things and I hate when writers put up an authors note and you think it's chapter, so I put this little bit in. Question. Should I do a chapter with a higher rating and if so separate to the story or do the same chapter twice, one for older readers the other for younger and clearly state which one is which. Or maybe just continue. I got asked for a 'moment' between Sandy and Joshua and even though that isn't the longest bit, I'll write another scene. I'm thinking of making Josh jealous of Spartacus. This story isn't going to have 50 chapters but there is no way I can sort out all the problems that are present and the few that will arise and still keep it short. So I'm gonna go for sorting out as many as I can but leaving enough so that should I decide I can do a sequel. As a last note, any suggestions are welcome and if you see mistakes in the plot, like Max not being afraid of Zane's dog (even though there's an explanation for that one, LET ME KNOW.
Part 14
Joshua's head was tilted sideways as he studied the other man in the room. He'd been sleeping the night before when they had arrived but the second he'd learned of their return he'd rushed to the apartment Mole had said Sandeman was in.
Christian Sandeman. 'Father' lay sleeping in the cot he'd been given within the rundown shady room. And Joshua sat at his bedside waiting patiently for him to wake, contempt to simply watch him in child like awe.
In reality that's what it truly was. A child reacquainting with his father. As Joshua mused he smiled softly. He couldn't wait for Max to finally speak to him. So Father could explain, and then maybe little-fella would be happy.
The old man's eyes opened squinting at the blurred images they came across finally coming to a stop on the grinning face of, "Joshua?" he asked disbelieving.
The dog-man grinned and nodded excitedly and Sandeman drew him into a hug, "I can't believe it's you," he said in mystified adoration for the transgenic that had been like a son to him. The first; special.
The two men broke apart and Joshua whimpered before smiling, "Good to see you too Father. Little-fella found you, now you can help us. Make everything better."
The older man studied him pensively before resigning with a nod and patted Joshua on the back; "I'll do all I can. You know that Joshua, I'll do all that I can."
One second it was silent, as silent as Terminal City could get and the second the curse, though muffled, echoed in from outside. Sandeman shot up from the bed his wrinkled face in shock at the only thought that rushed through his mind, "Spartacus!"
*****
The screamed curse echoed through Terminal City even reaching the National Guards and Sector Cops that formed the large circle around the abandoned 20 blocks of Seattle. Trangsenic haters that loitered around stopped and stared in dumbfounded silence as the small figure flew into the sky. It seemed everyone had stopped what he or she was doing to just stare as Spartacus sailed high above the buildings. Everyone held their breaths and watched petrified as she careened closer and closer to the abandoned building.
Only one person was moving at that moment in the whole of Terminal City.
Rook.
He ran faster than he'd ever run in his life. His blurred image was almost flying like Spartacus his speed was so incredible. His feet barely skimmed the ground in the desperate attempt to get to her.
He skidded to a screaming halt at the edge of a building and he turned the corner. His eyes shifted in desperation in search of her. He felt his heart lurch to a standstill and he forgot to breathe as he watched Spartacus' arms and legs thrash in a vain attempt to stop. Nothing could stop her though and her body crashed through the roof of what looked to have once been a warehouse.
The sound of shattering glass broke the silence, which had come to reign, like gunshots. And all of a sudden everything was a flurry of activity. Rook took off once again running the 600 something feet to the building she'd crashed through.
He didn't notice Wesley or Bintz or anyone else. He didn't hear Mole ringing the infirmary all he could do was hold Spartacus. His hands running over her body checking for anything broken. She seemed to be only sleeping, just snoozing.
*********
Jondy was going torturously slow. Her lips fluttered sensuously in a winding path from his navel to wards his neck. Her tongue shot out every once in a while licking and tasting his salty skin; her teeth nipping making him shudder.
He could feel her smile against his flesh as she suckled on the hollow in his throat and finally reached his own lips again. They moved tenderly against his, demanding and determined. Not one to give her all the fun he tilted her head sideways to get better access and pushed his tongue against her lips. He flipped them over his chuckle coming out as half moan at her surprised gasp.
Her hands kneaded his back tracing without looking the shadows of orange and black stripes on his lower back. They'd shown up round about when he was 14 maybe 15 to the complete amusement of Jondy and Zack. Just like his hair had changed. They weren't remarkably visible, just a trace of color here and there on his back.
Jondy being the devil that she was, when they're relationship had progressed later on, had none too subtly asked if his hair matched other parts of his anatomy. Of course when he'd refused to prove her suspicions she'd laughed and pestered him until the inevitable had happened.
His trail of thought ended when she expertly changed their positions and began grinding her body against his, her mouth this time heading in the opposite direction with no sign of stopping.
Jondy halted at the shrill ring of a phone and growled in frustration answering it, "What?"
Zane listened intently looking up at a half-naked Jondy whom still straddled his naked chest.
"Sorry Dix. What is it?" she said sheepishly and Zane grinned at her guilty expression.
Jondy's face contorted in confusion and Zane could hear the static.
The phone beeped signaling the reception was lost and Jondy stilled for a second looking at the useless contraption, "What did he say?"
Jondy looked at him and realized his question needed an answer and she muttered, "All I got was Spartacus, catapult, and infirmary."
Her eyes widened at what she'd just said and she scrambled to her feet, "Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god . . . HURRY UP ZANE!"
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A/N: I can see that it is a small chapter but I wanted to ask some things and I hate when writers put up an authors note and you think it's chapter, so I put this little bit in. Question. Should I do a chapter with a higher rating and if so separate to the story or do the same chapter twice, one for older readers the other for younger and clearly state which one is which. Or maybe just continue. I got asked for a 'moment' between Sandy and Joshua and even though that isn't the longest bit, I'll write another scene. I'm thinking of making Josh jealous of Spartacus. This story isn't going to have 50 chapters but there is no way I can sort out all the problems that are present and the few that will arise and still keep it short. So I'm gonna go for sorting out as many as I can but leaving enough so that should I decide I can do a sequel. As a last note, any suggestions are welcome and if you see mistakes in the plot, like Max not being afraid of Zane's dog (even though there's an explanation for that one, LET ME KNOW.