Spoilers: This is the first sequel story to Shattered trust
and whispered confessions. It is set after Hello Goodbye and
might reveal bits and pieces of the series from then on.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone
Authors Note: If you really want to understand this story and enjoy it, then be sure to read the original part one.
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CHAPTER SIX:
Flashback:
Max approached Alec carefully, relishing in that look which arose whenever he made eye contact,
"Got word from this fence I know. There's a collector willing to pay top dollar for Star Wars: Episode VII. After the Pulse, they shut down production. Apparently this is the only footage that exists"
"Is that the one where Captain Kirk dies?"
Alec started ribbing on her and Max found an annoying need to explain herself to him,
"Hey, people have the right to see this stuff. It shouldn't be locked up in a vault.
"Oh, of course, yeah. That Murdoch's one evil fiend."
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Seattle; Max and Alec's Apartment; 3rd September 2022
Sleep.
It was never something Max needed much of, though since Alec had disappeared, it was the thing that occupied most of her time. Gone were the times of 3 hours every couple of days, here was 12 to 15 hours. She didn't need it; she was just bored. But now she craved it, it occupied her mind, fused its way into her brain. She groaned as Alec's mobile rang next to her. Staring at the screen, she squinted at the flashing message,
'Private number'
"It's Max."
"Hey Maxie."
"Oh god, Alec?"
"Sure is. Just wanted to let you know I'm okay, I'll be home in a few days."
"You fucker. You asshole! You, you..."
"I deserve all of the above. I'm sorry I just disappeared on your ass. But I'm okay."
"You sure?"
She softened, happy just to hear his voice,
"Not that I forgive you, but I'm glad you're okay. Where are you?"
"Just out of town. I gotta go, but I'll talk to you soon. I'll see you soon."
"Alec, don't..."
A series of beeps rang into her over-sensitive ears and she sighed,
"Hang up..."
Ben hung up the phone on the other end, shaking from nerves, but smiling at his success at the same time,
"That should keep her off our back for the time being."
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Flashback:
Alec and Max quietly surveyed the scene through a small slit in a cupboard. As usual, he couldn't keep his mouth closed,
"Hey, wanna know what I'm doing with my share of the money?"
"No."
"Fine. Rude, but fine. What are you gonna do with yours?"
"Donate it to charity."
"Yeah, right. I'm thinking, what? New motorcycle? New apartment? New boyfriend?"
Max glanced at him and Alec clicked it together,
"New DNA markers for current boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend."
"Argh! I can't believe this. I've been stuck in this closet for over an hour to facilitate you having sex! That's what I've been reduced to. I'm a pimp."
"It's not even like that."
"Yeah, yeah. Tell me...tell me that he's worth all this trouble, Max. I mean, tell me how he...how he rocks your world. Something."
Silence.
"Maxie. Hey. You and Logan have done it, right? I mean, before the whole virus thing, you knew each other for like, what, a year? Max?"
Max still said nothing.
"Oh, could you two be more lame?"
"Not that this is any of your business, but...with me and Logan, it was just never the right time."
"Oh yeah, yeah, sure. I can see how the right time might elude you...for a year."
"Guards are gone. Let's get the film and get the hell out of here."
"Great idea."
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Seattle; Secret Government Holding Facility; 3rd September
Smooth.
That was what he liked to think of himself as.
In control.
That was what he would like to be, if it weren't for the damn transgenic situation, which had his position under scrutiny as one of the Government's top agents.
Angry.
That was what he was like at the moment. All he wanted was to purify the world from the scum that populated it, transgenics. The humans were no better, but they were somewhat necessary for breeding purposes.
He straightened his tie, looking at his handsome face in the mirror. He knew he looked good, he always did - smooth and in control, his anger well hidden. Until he was around that pesky 452, she always seem to make him explode. Now that he was thinking about it, his temper was rising,
"Damn transgenic bitch."
A muffled sob came from the holding block next to his office and he smiled slowly, a grin of pure evil and delight. He picked up his phone on the first ring,
"Ames White."
"Fe'nes tol."
"Fe'nes tol."
"We need to meet, to discuss a certain situation."
"If you're referring to 452, it's on the way to being solved. I have someone, who is going to be particularly helpful."
"You have three days to capture, not kill her. Fe'nes tol."
"Fe'nes tol."
Ames hung up the phone swearing loudly, three days to capture the transgenic who had eluded him for a year and a half. But, the smile returned to his face as another sound emitted from the next room, a scream of pure terror. That was what he could lure 452 with; she always did have a weakness for the ones she cared about,
"I got you now, 452..."
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Disclaimer: I don't own anyone
Authors Note: If you really want to understand this story and enjoy it, then be sure to read the original part one.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
CHAPTER SIX:
Flashback:
Max approached Alec carefully, relishing in that look which arose whenever he made eye contact,
"Got word from this fence I know. There's a collector willing to pay top dollar for Star Wars: Episode VII. After the Pulse, they shut down production. Apparently this is the only footage that exists"
"Is that the one where Captain Kirk dies?"
Alec started ribbing on her and Max found an annoying need to explain herself to him,
"Hey, people have the right to see this stuff. It shouldn't be locked up in a vault.
"Oh, of course, yeah. That Murdoch's one evil fiend."
* * * * *
Seattle; Max and Alec's Apartment; 3rd September 2022
Sleep.
It was never something Max needed much of, though since Alec had disappeared, it was the thing that occupied most of her time. Gone were the times of 3 hours every couple of days, here was 12 to 15 hours. She didn't need it; she was just bored. But now she craved it, it occupied her mind, fused its way into her brain. She groaned as Alec's mobile rang next to her. Staring at the screen, she squinted at the flashing message,
'Private number'
"It's Max."
"Hey Maxie."
"Oh god, Alec?"
"Sure is. Just wanted to let you know I'm okay, I'll be home in a few days."
"You fucker. You asshole! You, you..."
"I deserve all of the above. I'm sorry I just disappeared on your ass. But I'm okay."
"You sure?"
She softened, happy just to hear his voice,
"Not that I forgive you, but I'm glad you're okay. Where are you?"
"Just out of town. I gotta go, but I'll talk to you soon. I'll see you soon."
"Alec, don't..."
A series of beeps rang into her over-sensitive ears and she sighed,
"Hang up..."
Ben hung up the phone on the other end, shaking from nerves, but smiling at his success at the same time,
"That should keep her off our back for the time being."
* * * * *
Flashback:
Alec and Max quietly surveyed the scene through a small slit in a cupboard. As usual, he couldn't keep his mouth closed,
"Hey, wanna know what I'm doing with my share of the money?"
"No."
"Fine. Rude, but fine. What are you gonna do with yours?"
"Donate it to charity."
"Yeah, right. I'm thinking, what? New motorcycle? New apartment? New boyfriend?"
Max glanced at him and Alec clicked it together,
"New DNA markers for current boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend."
"Argh! I can't believe this. I've been stuck in this closet for over an hour to facilitate you having sex! That's what I've been reduced to. I'm a pimp."
"It's not even like that."
"Yeah, yeah. Tell me...tell me that he's worth all this trouble, Max. I mean, tell me how he...how he rocks your world. Something."
Silence.
"Maxie. Hey. You and Logan have done it, right? I mean, before the whole virus thing, you knew each other for like, what, a year? Max?"
Max still said nothing.
"Oh, could you two be more lame?"
"Not that this is any of your business, but...with me and Logan, it was just never the right time."
"Oh yeah, yeah, sure. I can see how the right time might elude you...for a year."
"Guards are gone. Let's get the film and get the hell out of here."
"Great idea."
* * * * *
Seattle; Secret Government Holding Facility; 3rd September
Smooth.
That was what he liked to think of himself as.
In control.
That was what he would like to be, if it weren't for the damn transgenic situation, which had his position under scrutiny as one of the Government's top agents.
Angry.
That was what he was like at the moment. All he wanted was to purify the world from the scum that populated it, transgenics. The humans were no better, but they were somewhat necessary for breeding purposes.
He straightened his tie, looking at his handsome face in the mirror. He knew he looked good, he always did - smooth and in control, his anger well hidden. Until he was around that pesky 452, she always seem to make him explode. Now that he was thinking about it, his temper was rising,
"Damn transgenic bitch."
A muffled sob came from the holding block next to his office and he smiled slowly, a grin of pure evil and delight. He picked up his phone on the first ring,
"Ames White."
"Fe'nes tol."
"Fe'nes tol."
"We need to meet, to discuss a certain situation."
"If you're referring to 452, it's on the way to being solved. I have someone, who is going to be particularly helpful."
"You have three days to capture, not kill her. Fe'nes tol."
"Fe'nes tol."
Ames hung up the phone swearing loudly, three days to capture the transgenic who had eluded him for a year and a half. But, the smile returned to his face as another sound emitted from the next room, a scream of pure terror. That was what he could lure 452 with; she always did have a weakness for the ones she cared about,
"I got you now, 452..."
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