Disclaimer: DA doesn't belong to me, but to the wonderful JC. FF was
canceled. So if you want to try and save DA I'd suggest sending in letters
now before FF fans try to resurrect their show.
Author's Note: Now I know what you're all thinking. 'Eeew. She was going to kiss her brother! That's incest!' Let me clarify. Ben is NOT her brother. They just consider each other family because they were in the same unit and had to endure the same sort of things. So they have a connection; like family. Anyhow, just thought I'd warn you all cause.well you'll have to read the story until the end. Thanks Sorrow, for reading my story. Remember that stars equal a scene change and that until you see the new chapter starts at the swooshies. It's been so long since I updated this I wanted you to remember what happened. Also remember: who Max thinks is Alec, is really Ben.
Dedication: To Sorrow, my newest bud. Thanks for the awesome review! And special thanks to my other fellow Nun, Scar, for helping me describe the room. Also to Rina and Valjean for putting up with my questions.
9. Duty and Sparring
She stepped back and wiped away her tears. She wondered why she'd never seen it before, why she was always so blind. He wasn't the screw up she professed him to be. He was the one who was always there for her, even if she made fun of him. He always was willing to help her out in any way he could. And he was the one she truly loved. She threw her arms around his neck and drew him in for a kiss.
Ben closed his eyes, waiting for her lips to press against his. He drew her closer to him, allowing passion to cloud his thoughts. He placed a hand around her waist, and one against her cheek, extending into her hair. She got up on her tiptoes to reach his lips. They were within millimeters of each other's lips.
Then a thought entered Ben's mind. This was wrong; this was his sister. He was supposed to make sure she didn't fall for Alec, not help her fall in love with him. He stepped back and turned away from her. "Sorry, Max. I can't." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Max stared at Alec's back with wide eyes. "I-I'm sorry." She stammered. "I don't know what came over me." She shook her head and lowered her gaze to the street.
Ben did not move. "You broke up with Logan, you were stressed, you came to me. End of story." He stated in a cold, sterile voice. He hoped she'd believe his excuse and would forget she'd ever even felt something for Alec. He turned and walked past her, looking straight ahead. He straddled the bike and peddled toward 'his house'.
Max sank to the street and cried, holding her head in her hands.
**** Ben was not deaf to her cries. He heard them. It hurt him that he had to do this to his sister, but it had to be done. She needed to be protected. She didn't need 494 to screw up her life. Guys like him weren't interested in long- term relationships. Once he had sex he'd be done with her, and he wouldn't allow 494 to do that to his sister.
He had to lead her on until she believed Alec didn't care about her.
****
Christian flipped on the switch and the lights flickered on. "This is where we will be teaching classes."
The room was white, and ringed with shelves of trophies. The floor was made of white tile and covered with blue sparring mats. The walls were lined with mirrors that reached the ceiling.
Alec turned around from the opposite side of the mat and saw Christian clasp his hands together keeping his back straight and his legs together. Then he bowed. Alec arched an eyebrow in response, but then did the same bending as far as he could go. It was as if he remembered what he was doing.
The two moved around the room in a cross over step, encircling each other until Christian made the first move. He came at Alec with a side kick, and had meant to catch him off guard, but Alec dodged the kick as quick as lightening and caught Christian's foot making him fall.
Alec extended a hand down to him. "Not bad." Christian said using Alec's hand to stand up.
He returned to the fighting stance, fists up, and prepared for another round with Alec. He threw a left hook at Alec, and again he caught it. Alec pulled him in and kneed him in the stomach. Christian doubled over with pain, so Alec brought his elbow down on Christian's back in a swift movement that cause him to sprawl out on the floor.
Angrily Christian got up. He couldn't believe this guy was beating him. It seemed every move he made Alec could block. He seemed almost stronger and faster than him. He decided to try one last time to spar with Alec and took the fighting stance.
He crept towards Alec, forcing Alec to back up. Feeling he had the advantage, Christian charged towards him and threw another punch aimed at his head, but Alec again dodged the punch and instead Christian's hand connected with the mirror and broke. Alec turned around and used the mirror to rebound, and back flipped behind Christian. Alec had moved so fast, that his absence hadn't even registered in Christian's mind. This enabled Alec to perform a round house kick to finish him off.
Christian lay spread eagle on the floor panting. Alec sat down next to him. He hadn't even broken a sweat. "You know, that's seven years bad luck." He retorted gesturing toward the broken mirror with a smirk.
Christian chuckled. "I don't believe in luck, so it doesn't matter." He whistled as he surveyed his bruised knuckles. "Where did you learn to fight?" he questioned.
Alec thought for a moment until a name popped up. "Manticore."
"Well it must be one heck of a training school." He muttered still assessing the damage to his hand.
Flashbacks of his childhood came back to him. He could see children in a classroom watching as words flashed across a screen. Duty. Discipline. Mission. The words were played over and over until they were embedded in their minds. Then he saw a small brown- eyed boy face another small boy. He watched as the brown- eyed child executed the exact same moves to take out the other child. A tall blond haired man with carrying a gun patted him on the head.
Alec watched in horror as a new scene played in his mind. The same brown- eyed boy was leading a group of children through the forest. They were commando crawling with rifles until they reached the top of a hill. The leader stood up and pressed himself up against a tree trunk. He peered out from behind it and watched other children slowly creeping towards his group. He aimed his rifle at their leader and took him out with a single shot to the head. His eyes were empty as he stared of into space, one of the members on his pulled him down, releasing him from his trance.
He was suddenly aware that Christian was shaking him. "Whoa buddy, are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just..it's..it's late. Could we go now?"
Christian glanced at his watch. "Wow," He muttered running a hand through his curls, "I had no idea it was this late. Sure Alec, let's go home." ****
Christian threw his jacket on the couch as soon as he entered through the door and headed for the kitchen. He flipped on some lights and took a plastic baggy out of a drawer and filled it with ice cubes.
Alec left his shoes neatly by the door and then collapsed on the couch. One leg was resting on the headrest, while an arm dangled off the side of the couch.
"Say Alec." Christian stopped when he noticed he was asleep. He went to his hallway closet, grabbed out a blanket, and threw it over Alec before retreating into his room for the night.
A/N2: Ok so what do you think? Now's the time to review! I already have the next chapter planned. It should be better than this one. It'll involve a...well I can't tell you. So just review, thanks!
Author's Note: Now I know what you're all thinking. 'Eeew. She was going to kiss her brother! That's incest!' Let me clarify. Ben is NOT her brother. They just consider each other family because they were in the same unit and had to endure the same sort of things. So they have a connection; like family. Anyhow, just thought I'd warn you all cause.well you'll have to read the story until the end. Thanks Sorrow, for reading my story. Remember that stars equal a scene change and that until you see the new chapter starts at the swooshies. It's been so long since I updated this I wanted you to remember what happened. Also remember: who Max thinks is Alec, is really Ben.
Dedication: To Sorrow, my newest bud. Thanks for the awesome review! And special thanks to my other fellow Nun, Scar, for helping me describe the room. Also to Rina and Valjean for putting up with my questions.
9. Duty and Sparring
She stepped back and wiped away her tears. She wondered why she'd never seen it before, why she was always so blind. He wasn't the screw up she professed him to be. He was the one who was always there for her, even if she made fun of him. He always was willing to help her out in any way he could. And he was the one she truly loved. She threw her arms around his neck and drew him in for a kiss.
Ben closed his eyes, waiting for her lips to press against his. He drew her closer to him, allowing passion to cloud his thoughts. He placed a hand around her waist, and one against her cheek, extending into her hair. She got up on her tiptoes to reach his lips. They were within millimeters of each other's lips.
Then a thought entered Ben's mind. This was wrong; this was his sister. He was supposed to make sure she didn't fall for Alec, not help her fall in love with him. He stepped back and turned away from her. "Sorry, Max. I can't." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Max stared at Alec's back with wide eyes. "I-I'm sorry." She stammered. "I don't know what came over me." She shook her head and lowered her gaze to the street.
Ben did not move. "You broke up with Logan, you were stressed, you came to me. End of story." He stated in a cold, sterile voice. He hoped she'd believe his excuse and would forget she'd ever even felt something for Alec. He turned and walked past her, looking straight ahead. He straddled the bike and peddled toward 'his house'.
Max sank to the street and cried, holding her head in her hands.
**** Ben was not deaf to her cries. He heard them. It hurt him that he had to do this to his sister, but it had to be done. She needed to be protected. She didn't need 494 to screw up her life. Guys like him weren't interested in long- term relationships. Once he had sex he'd be done with her, and he wouldn't allow 494 to do that to his sister.
He had to lead her on until she believed Alec didn't care about her.
****
Christian flipped on the switch and the lights flickered on. "This is where we will be teaching classes."
The room was white, and ringed with shelves of trophies. The floor was made of white tile and covered with blue sparring mats. The walls were lined with mirrors that reached the ceiling.
Alec turned around from the opposite side of the mat and saw Christian clasp his hands together keeping his back straight and his legs together. Then he bowed. Alec arched an eyebrow in response, but then did the same bending as far as he could go. It was as if he remembered what he was doing.
The two moved around the room in a cross over step, encircling each other until Christian made the first move. He came at Alec with a side kick, and had meant to catch him off guard, but Alec dodged the kick as quick as lightening and caught Christian's foot making him fall.
Alec extended a hand down to him. "Not bad." Christian said using Alec's hand to stand up.
He returned to the fighting stance, fists up, and prepared for another round with Alec. He threw a left hook at Alec, and again he caught it. Alec pulled him in and kneed him in the stomach. Christian doubled over with pain, so Alec brought his elbow down on Christian's back in a swift movement that cause him to sprawl out on the floor.
Angrily Christian got up. He couldn't believe this guy was beating him. It seemed every move he made Alec could block. He seemed almost stronger and faster than him. He decided to try one last time to spar with Alec and took the fighting stance.
He crept towards Alec, forcing Alec to back up. Feeling he had the advantage, Christian charged towards him and threw another punch aimed at his head, but Alec again dodged the punch and instead Christian's hand connected with the mirror and broke. Alec turned around and used the mirror to rebound, and back flipped behind Christian. Alec had moved so fast, that his absence hadn't even registered in Christian's mind. This enabled Alec to perform a round house kick to finish him off.
Christian lay spread eagle on the floor panting. Alec sat down next to him. He hadn't even broken a sweat. "You know, that's seven years bad luck." He retorted gesturing toward the broken mirror with a smirk.
Christian chuckled. "I don't believe in luck, so it doesn't matter." He whistled as he surveyed his bruised knuckles. "Where did you learn to fight?" he questioned.
Alec thought for a moment until a name popped up. "Manticore."
"Well it must be one heck of a training school." He muttered still assessing the damage to his hand.
Flashbacks of his childhood came back to him. He could see children in a classroom watching as words flashed across a screen. Duty. Discipline. Mission. The words were played over and over until they were embedded in their minds. Then he saw a small brown- eyed boy face another small boy. He watched as the brown- eyed child executed the exact same moves to take out the other child. A tall blond haired man with carrying a gun patted him on the head.
Alec watched in horror as a new scene played in his mind. The same brown- eyed boy was leading a group of children through the forest. They were commando crawling with rifles until they reached the top of a hill. The leader stood up and pressed himself up against a tree trunk. He peered out from behind it and watched other children slowly creeping towards his group. He aimed his rifle at their leader and took him out with a single shot to the head. His eyes were empty as he stared of into space, one of the members on his pulled him down, releasing him from his trance.
He was suddenly aware that Christian was shaking him. "Whoa buddy, are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just..it's..it's late. Could we go now?"
Christian glanced at his watch. "Wow," He muttered running a hand through his curls, "I had no idea it was this late. Sure Alec, let's go home." ****
Christian threw his jacket on the couch as soon as he entered through the door and headed for the kitchen. He flipped on some lights and took a plastic baggy out of a drawer and filled it with ice cubes.
Alec left his shoes neatly by the door and then collapsed on the couch. One leg was resting on the headrest, while an arm dangled off the side of the couch.
"Say Alec." Christian stopped when he noticed he was asleep. He went to his hallway closet, grabbed out a blanket, and threw it over Alec before retreating into his room for the night.
A/N2: Ok so what do you think? Now's the time to review! I already have the next chapter planned. It should be better than this one. It'll involve a...well I can't tell you. So just review, thanks!