THE PACK
With a stretch, groaning happily, Claire perched herself on Brennan's lap as he sat slouched in a leather chair in the vast room, decorated generously with expensive furniture, and valuable artwork and electrical equipment. Quiet heavy metal music played in the background, a strange contrast to the soft lighting in the beautiful room.
Jesse sat on a chair across the room, sitting on the backrest, his booted feet rested firmly on the seat of the chair. His leather jacket was slung over the back of a nearby chair, and he sat now in his sleeveless vest top, and leather pants. He stared fixatedly with deceivingly gentle- looking blue eyes at a nonexistent point in the centre of the floor.
With a sigh, Claire said, "What's wrong with you?"
Jesse looked up at her, and shrugged once. "I dunno. Just restless I guess."
"Well get over it," Claire ordered, leaning back onto Brennan's broad chest as the man listened to the music that played through the surround- sound system in the room. His attention was partially on the conversation taking place around him though, and he glanced occasionally with a distracted expression at Jesse as he began pacing.
"That fight was over too fast," Jesse complained, standing defiantly before Claire.
She rolled her eyes. "It's not our job to do what we like, Jess'," she told him sternly, sitting up on Brennan's lap, much to the man's chagrin. He looked at the back of her pleadingly, like a dog that yearned for more attention.
"We do what we're told," Claire continued, standing, pacing over elegantly to stand before Jesse, the two equal in height, making the confrontation all that more interesting for the observing Brennan.
He slouched back in the chair, and simply watched with intrigue.
"Yeah? Well, maybe it's time we took the initiative," Jesse grumbled, hands akimbo.
Claire cocked her head, her dark blonde hair, streaked with lighter blonde falling gracefully around her feminine face and neck.
She backhanded Jesse hard, without saying a word, giving the eager New Mutant the response to his recent comment about initiative.
She turned her back on him, walking back to the smiling Brennan, and said, "That enough initiative for you, Kilmartin?"
Jesse looked back, eyes narrowed, and scoffed quietly. "Whatever," he muttered under his breath, as Claire and Brennan kissed passionately.
Jesse took it upon himself to lounge lazily on a leather couch across the room from the couple, turning his gaze away from them. His limbs screamed for a fight, as did his head. He wanted nothing more than to satisfy that yearning, but with Claire clearly in charge, he had no choice but to follow orders.
Brennan however, had no problems with following orders, and seemed perfectly content as long as he could have Claire near him.
Jesse rolled his eyes discreetly, and listened subconsciously as the two lovers giggled quietly, and recalled the fight.
Jesse did have to admit though that the conjuring of the storm had been impressive, and he knew that would impress Mr. Sampson. More than he would be impressed with Jesse anyway.
But Jesse had his own unique possibilities and potential. If Sampson ever wanted a secured item, Jesse was certain he could acquire it without a problem. He smiled wanly.
It was then that the door clicked open, and Sampson entered, hands, as ever, hidden in his pockets.
Jesse shot up immediately, settling into a sitting position, his feet wide apart, his elbows rested on his knees, arms dangling between his legs.
Brennan and Claire did not move, simply slouched arm in arm with one another. They looked to Sampson, and Brennan acknowledged the man with a nod.
"I hear you succeeded in your mission," Sampson began, glancing briefly down at Jesse. It was clear already that he was less impressed with the molecular then he was with the elementals.
Typical, Jesse thought bitterly, and glared down at the floor.
"I have to say," Sampson continued, pacing further into the room towards the two elementals locked in each other's arms, "I was impressed when I heard about your little storm. Did you know before that you could do that?"
Brennan, as ever, remained mostly silent, simply smiling.
Claire was the one to speak, "Not really. Just took a chance. If it hadn't worked, then no harm done."
Sampson laughed. "I like your style."
With that, he turned towards the door, not saying a word to Jesse. Before leaving, he whirled, saying, "And one other thing."
They looked to him expectantly.
"I want you to eliminate Adam and his freaks." Without another word, Sampson left, closing the door behind him.
Jesse flopped back down into a laying position immediately.
"Hey, you hear that, Jesse, we get to kick some Mutant X ass," Claire said to him, and as Jesse looked over, she was smiling.
Jesse realised that maybe this day wasn't going to turn out to be as dull and pointless as he had first thought.
"More like kill," he corrected with a laugh.
The three laughed together, Brennan and Claire in each other's arms affectionately, Jesse lying alone, but still pleased nevertheless.
He had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.
With a stretch, groaning happily, Claire perched herself on Brennan's lap as he sat slouched in a leather chair in the vast room, decorated generously with expensive furniture, and valuable artwork and electrical equipment. Quiet heavy metal music played in the background, a strange contrast to the soft lighting in the beautiful room.
Jesse sat on a chair across the room, sitting on the backrest, his booted feet rested firmly on the seat of the chair. His leather jacket was slung over the back of a nearby chair, and he sat now in his sleeveless vest top, and leather pants. He stared fixatedly with deceivingly gentle- looking blue eyes at a nonexistent point in the centre of the floor.
With a sigh, Claire said, "What's wrong with you?"
Jesse looked up at her, and shrugged once. "I dunno. Just restless I guess."
"Well get over it," Claire ordered, leaning back onto Brennan's broad chest as the man listened to the music that played through the surround- sound system in the room. His attention was partially on the conversation taking place around him though, and he glanced occasionally with a distracted expression at Jesse as he began pacing.
"That fight was over too fast," Jesse complained, standing defiantly before Claire.
She rolled her eyes. "It's not our job to do what we like, Jess'," she told him sternly, sitting up on Brennan's lap, much to the man's chagrin. He looked at the back of her pleadingly, like a dog that yearned for more attention.
"We do what we're told," Claire continued, standing, pacing over elegantly to stand before Jesse, the two equal in height, making the confrontation all that more interesting for the observing Brennan.
He slouched back in the chair, and simply watched with intrigue.
"Yeah? Well, maybe it's time we took the initiative," Jesse grumbled, hands akimbo.
Claire cocked her head, her dark blonde hair, streaked with lighter blonde falling gracefully around her feminine face and neck.
She backhanded Jesse hard, without saying a word, giving the eager New Mutant the response to his recent comment about initiative.
She turned her back on him, walking back to the smiling Brennan, and said, "That enough initiative for you, Kilmartin?"
Jesse looked back, eyes narrowed, and scoffed quietly. "Whatever," he muttered under his breath, as Claire and Brennan kissed passionately.
Jesse took it upon himself to lounge lazily on a leather couch across the room from the couple, turning his gaze away from them. His limbs screamed for a fight, as did his head. He wanted nothing more than to satisfy that yearning, but with Claire clearly in charge, he had no choice but to follow orders.
Brennan however, had no problems with following orders, and seemed perfectly content as long as he could have Claire near him.
Jesse rolled his eyes discreetly, and listened subconsciously as the two lovers giggled quietly, and recalled the fight.
Jesse did have to admit though that the conjuring of the storm had been impressive, and he knew that would impress Mr. Sampson. More than he would be impressed with Jesse anyway.
But Jesse had his own unique possibilities and potential. If Sampson ever wanted a secured item, Jesse was certain he could acquire it without a problem. He smiled wanly.
It was then that the door clicked open, and Sampson entered, hands, as ever, hidden in his pockets.
Jesse shot up immediately, settling into a sitting position, his feet wide apart, his elbows rested on his knees, arms dangling between his legs.
Brennan and Claire did not move, simply slouched arm in arm with one another. They looked to Sampson, and Brennan acknowledged the man with a nod.
"I hear you succeeded in your mission," Sampson began, glancing briefly down at Jesse. It was clear already that he was less impressed with the molecular then he was with the elementals.
Typical, Jesse thought bitterly, and glared down at the floor.
"I have to say," Sampson continued, pacing further into the room towards the two elementals locked in each other's arms, "I was impressed when I heard about your little storm. Did you know before that you could do that?"
Brennan, as ever, remained mostly silent, simply smiling.
Claire was the one to speak, "Not really. Just took a chance. If it hadn't worked, then no harm done."
Sampson laughed. "I like your style."
With that, he turned towards the door, not saying a word to Jesse. Before leaving, he whirled, saying, "And one other thing."
They looked to him expectantly.
"I want you to eliminate Adam and his freaks." Without another word, Sampson left, closing the door behind him.
Jesse flopped back down into a laying position immediately.
"Hey, you hear that, Jesse, we get to kick some Mutant X ass," Claire said to him, and as Jesse looked over, she was smiling.
Jesse realised that maybe this day wasn't going to turn out to be as dull and pointless as he had first thought.
"More like kill," he corrected with a laugh.
The three laughed together, Brennan and Claire in each other's arms affectionately, Jesse lying alone, but still pleased nevertheless.
He had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.