A/N: As requested, more A/E moments, and for the first time, some B/Rhian
stuff too!
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Chapter 16
Adam rubbed the bridge of his nose as he wandered around Sanctuary. He had been sat in the lab for so long that he had lost track of time. He desperately needed to stretch his legs, so took the chance to have a walk around whilst one of his tests was running. It was getting dark outside even though it was still light and airy inside. He continued his stroll through Sanctuary, musing on how different everything seemed without Jesse.
"Adam, are you OK?" came a soft voice from Emma's room. He looked in to see Emma sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Fine, Emma," he answered with a small smile. "What you doing?" he asked her.
"Just meditating, trying to clear my mind."
Adam walked in and sat next to her. "It's hard without Jesse, isn't it?"
She nodded gently. "We have to get him back. For us and for Shal."
"We'll get him back," he reassured her.
"Yes, but what will he be like? How will he cope with the feral mutation? Will he be the same Jesse?"
"I must admit, I had already thought about that. If I can't find a way to eradicate this new mutation from his DNA, it's certainly going to be difficult. I have faith that as a team, we can cope with this latest new mutation. I'm not so sure about his relationship with Shalimar."
Emma looked at him in amazement. "Of course Shal will accept him the way he is."
"She will want to, and she will try to accept it, but Jesse will have been changed by the whole experience. He won't be the same person. As a feral, he will take on many new characteristics, some of which may drive a wedge between Shalimar and himself. At the very least, it will make life very difficult for them both as he becomes accustomed to his new abilities."
Emma and Adam sat together in silence, pondering what had just been said. After awhile Adam brought his arm around Emma's shoulders as she put her head on his shoulder. Somehow, when they were together, neither of them felt the need to speak much but they still felt so comfortable together.
"Rhian is going to be a problem," Emma mumbled against Adam's chest after a while in each other's arms.
*And then she complains that I'M always working,* Adam thought with a small smile. "How so?" he asked.
"The atmosphere between her and Shal is so wrought with hatred, you could cut it with a knife."
"I'll have to speak to Shalimar. I know she has all the reason in the world to feel the way she does, but she has to practise a little tolerance." He felt Emma's shoulders shake as she laughed.
"That'll be the feat of the century," she replied. "You know how fiercely protective Shal is with her friends. When it comes to her lover, her reaction is going to be a million times more forceful." Adam reflected on the statement as he stroked Emma's hair.
"We'll work things out," he replied after a while. "There's always a way."
Emma looked up into his eyes. "Everything will turn out OK, right?" He nodded reassuringly as he bent his head to meet her lips.
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"Well, you've seen the whole of Sanctuary. What do you think?" he asked as they approached the dojo.
"Impressive," Rhian replied. Brennan was obviously very proud of Sanctuary and the team.
"The only place left is the dojo, but as I said, I really don't think it would be a good idea to disturb Shal."
"She's still in there?" she asked. "But it's been hours."
"You don't know Shalimar when she's upset."
Rhian cringed. She really wanted to get on well with the feral. She could feel the feral attraction and she felt it was important, but she supposed she really couldn't ask Shalimar to just put everything behind her after all she had done to Jesse.
"She's not going to talk to me any time soon, is she?"
Brennan shrugged, not knowing what to say. "She's been through a lot. She and Jesse were very close."
Rhian nodded sadly. "I don't suppose there's anything I can do to patch things up a little?" At the top of the steps, Shalimar appeared, completely oblivious to the fact that they were talking about her. Silence hung over the pair as they looked on to see how she was.
She turned to pick up a towel and started down the stairs. As she caught sight of Rhian, her eyes narrowed and flashed yellow. She didn't drop her glare until she had pushed past the two mutants and made her way down the corridor.
"I guess that's a no then," Rhian finished.
"Don't take it too hard. Shal's a difficult person to get to know," explained Bren as he led her to the dojo.
"And our introduction has certainly done nothing to help me on my way to getting on her good side."
As they approached the top of the steps, Rhian stood and gazed at the large dojo. "That's quite something," she breathed.
"You want to try the holograms?" he asked as she nodded enthusiastically.
Almost immediately, three men appeared in front of her, immobile. "They're not moving," she said, slightly disillusioned.
"They won't move until you attack them." She looked over at him sceptically, but crouched in a defensive position nevertheless. As she struck out, the three men jumped into action. She was surprised by how lifelike and strong they were. Soon, adrenaline was racing through her veins as she battled them single-handedly, forgetting they weren't real. Three against one wasn't quite what she was used to, and soon, a flying fist caught her on the side of the head, and she fell to the floor. Immediately, the three men vanished and Brennan was by her side.
"Are you OK?" he asked her worriedly. She raised a hand to her head, where she felt warm, sticky blood seep through her fingers. "Here, let me take a look," he insisted. She reluctantly took away her hand as he stroked her hair out of his way. "Does it hurt much?"
"Not too much," she responded, slightly unnerved at having him so close. It had been a long time since anyone had been this close to her.
"It doesn't look too bad. It's not even bleeding that much," he told her as he continued stroking her hair. She looked up at him from her position on the floor.
"Red's not my colour," she joked, still not making a move. "I should go wash it off at least."
"Do you really want to leave so soon?" he whispered. She froze. She could imagine what he was thinking, and to her consternation, it didn't repulse her. After all, she had found him attractive from the very first time she'd set eyes on him. She could stay there all night long, drowning in his gentle, chocolate brown eyes. Slowly, he leaned in, his breath warm against her pale skin. Their lips touched as she closed her eyes. Unbelievably soft lips. She ran her tongue across his lips and shivered. What was possessing her to behave in such a forward manner with someone who's name she had only found out a few hours ago? As he tugged gently at her lower lip, she gave in and lost herself in the emotion of the moment.
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The pain in his chest was still increasing and reverberating through his body. It was slowly spreading to his back and limbs, making his body arch against his restraints. He didn't remember being placed in the restraints. He only remembered waking up suddenly with the agony, and not being able to move.
Suddenly, the memory returned, bringing fresh agony in its wake. She wasn't there any more with him. She had been taken away. He was alone again. He needed her. He wanted her and someone had taken her away. He screwed his face as he fought against the restraints in frustration. Why wouldn't they let him out? He could go get her back again and then everything would be OK.
Fresh tears rolled down his face as he felt the futility of his situation descend on him like lead. He was too weak to even protect her when they had come for her.
He had been having nightmares whilst he was unconscious. Violent, primal images still echoed in his mind. Only this time they seemed to continue into waking. On the floor, he could just about make out a body strewn across the floor in a pool of blood, arms and legs at odd angles. He blinked again, trying to clear his vision, but still the world looked grey and fuzzy. On the edge of his senses, he could smell a strong, powerful scent, so he breathed in deeply, trying to make sense of his world. Suddenly, everything became clear and the world burst into colour. Scents bombarded his senses in a swirl of psychedelic colour.
The body in front of him was a woman, late twenties, long dark hair, recently butchered.
"Well, well, Mr Kilmartin," came a voice from his left. "Awake at last I see." He jerked his head towards the source of the voice as if in a dream. The smell of blood was clouding his thoughts and his judgement. Never before had he felt such a craving. "And how are we feeling?"
Jesse snarled at the voice. He could feel his teeth struggling to enlarge within his mouth, and claws erupting from his fingers. He wanted that flesh. He needed that flesh. No one was going to stand in his way.
"Mr Kilmartin, if you don't calm down and pay attention, I'm going to have to sedate you yet again. Take Ms Romero here as a warning. She failed me in life, and now serves me well as an example to others." The calm, seductive tones grated on Jesse's nerves, but something in the voice made him quell his hunger and listen. A skinny, white-haired man stepped into his line of vision.
"I can see I'm going to have to wait until you've fed," he said, before he walked out of the room, locking the door behind him. A muffled click made Jesse look down. He saw his restraints had been released, and leapt off the table. He bore down on the body on the floor and dug his claws into the lifeless flesh. It was a good half hour before he sat back on his haunches, finally satiated.
A few corridors away, Mason Eckhart looked through the security cameras. Even he felt nauseated at the sight of blood dripping down Jesse's chin, but he smothered the feelings within seconds. Finally he had what he needed to get to Adam.
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jesse#1fan and Megara - Thanks, I'm glad you're still liking the story.
Brigitta - You're a fountain of great ideas! How come you haven't written anything yourself?
lizella - Thanks for the vote of confidence about the A/E pairing. I'm glad that I've been able to make it believable.
Emma0211 - Rip him to shreds! What a great idea. It would certainly inject a bit of friction into the smooth-running team!
JFurman88 - As you can see, Jesse is still struggling with the werewolf transformation, but I doubt I'll let it continue. I've got something up my sleeve which should stop that dead in its tracks.
aimless - I'm so glad you like it despite the pairings. I've really been trying to focus on all the characters, so thanks for letting me know I've been successful. As for your comment about Rhian, do you realise how much it means to me that you can accept her? She's been my baby from the beginning, and I'm so proud of her now! I'm so glad she's turned out 3- dimensional. :oD Thanks mate!
Oh, before I forget. . . R&R people! :op
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Chapter 16
Adam rubbed the bridge of his nose as he wandered around Sanctuary. He had been sat in the lab for so long that he had lost track of time. He desperately needed to stretch his legs, so took the chance to have a walk around whilst one of his tests was running. It was getting dark outside even though it was still light and airy inside. He continued his stroll through Sanctuary, musing on how different everything seemed without Jesse.
"Adam, are you OK?" came a soft voice from Emma's room. He looked in to see Emma sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Fine, Emma," he answered with a small smile. "What you doing?" he asked her.
"Just meditating, trying to clear my mind."
Adam walked in and sat next to her. "It's hard without Jesse, isn't it?"
She nodded gently. "We have to get him back. For us and for Shal."
"We'll get him back," he reassured her.
"Yes, but what will he be like? How will he cope with the feral mutation? Will he be the same Jesse?"
"I must admit, I had already thought about that. If I can't find a way to eradicate this new mutation from his DNA, it's certainly going to be difficult. I have faith that as a team, we can cope with this latest new mutation. I'm not so sure about his relationship with Shalimar."
Emma looked at him in amazement. "Of course Shal will accept him the way he is."
"She will want to, and she will try to accept it, but Jesse will have been changed by the whole experience. He won't be the same person. As a feral, he will take on many new characteristics, some of which may drive a wedge between Shalimar and himself. At the very least, it will make life very difficult for them both as he becomes accustomed to his new abilities."
Emma and Adam sat together in silence, pondering what had just been said. After awhile Adam brought his arm around Emma's shoulders as she put her head on his shoulder. Somehow, when they were together, neither of them felt the need to speak much but they still felt so comfortable together.
"Rhian is going to be a problem," Emma mumbled against Adam's chest after a while in each other's arms.
*And then she complains that I'M always working,* Adam thought with a small smile. "How so?" he asked.
"The atmosphere between her and Shal is so wrought with hatred, you could cut it with a knife."
"I'll have to speak to Shalimar. I know she has all the reason in the world to feel the way she does, but she has to practise a little tolerance." He felt Emma's shoulders shake as she laughed.
"That'll be the feat of the century," she replied. "You know how fiercely protective Shal is with her friends. When it comes to her lover, her reaction is going to be a million times more forceful." Adam reflected on the statement as he stroked Emma's hair.
"We'll work things out," he replied after a while. "There's always a way."
Emma looked up into his eyes. "Everything will turn out OK, right?" He nodded reassuringly as he bent his head to meet her lips.
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"Well, you've seen the whole of Sanctuary. What do you think?" he asked as they approached the dojo.
"Impressive," Rhian replied. Brennan was obviously very proud of Sanctuary and the team.
"The only place left is the dojo, but as I said, I really don't think it would be a good idea to disturb Shal."
"She's still in there?" she asked. "But it's been hours."
"You don't know Shalimar when she's upset."
Rhian cringed. She really wanted to get on well with the feral. She could feel the feral attraction and she felt it was important, but she supposed she really couldn't ask Shalimar to just put everything behind her after all she had done to Jesse.
"She's not going to talk to me any time soon, is she?"
Brennan shrugged, not knowing what to say. "She's been through a lot. She and Jesse were very close."
Rhian nodded sadly. "I don't suppose there's anything I can do to patch things up a little?" At the top of the steps, Shalimar appeared, completely oblivious to the fact that they were talking about her. Silence hung over the pair as they looked on to see how she was.
She turned to pick up a towel and started down the stairs. As she caught sight of Rhian, her eyes narrowed and flashed yellow. She didn't drop her glare until she had pushed past the two mutants and made her way down the corridor.
"I guess that's a no then," Rhian finished.
"Don't take it too hard. Shal's a difficult person to get to know," explained Bren as he led her to the dojo.
"And our introduction has certainly done nothing to help me on my way to getting on her good side."
As they approached the top of the steps, Rhian stood and gazed at the large dojo. "That's quite something," she breathed.
"You want to try the holograms?" he asked as she nodded enthusiastically.
Almost immediately, three men appeared in front of her, immobile. "They're not moving," she said, slightly disillusioned.
"They won't move until you attack them." She looked over at him sceptically, but crouched in a defensive position nevertheless. As she struck out, the three men jumped into action. She was surprised by how lifelike and strong they were. Soon, adrenaline was racing through her veins as she battled them single-handedly, forgetting they weren't real. Three against one wasn't quite what she was used to, and soon, a flying fist caught her on the side of the head, and she fell to the floor. Immediately, the three men vanished and Brennan was by her side.
"Are you OK?" he asked her worriedly. She raised a hand to her head, where she felt warm, sticky blood seep through her fingers. "Here, let me take a look," he insisted. She reluctantly took away her hand as he stroked her hair out of his way. "Does it hurt much?"
"Not too much," she responded, slightly unnerved at having him so close. It had been a long time since anyone had been this close to her.
"It doesn't look too bad. It's not even bleeding that much," he told her as he continued stroking her hair. She looked up at him from her position on the floor.
"Red's not my colour," she joked, still not making a move. "I should go wash it off at least."
"Do you really want to leave so soon?" he whispered. She froze. She could imagine what he was thinking, and to her consternation, it didn't repulse her. After all, she had found him attractive from the very first time she'd set eyes on him. She could stay there all night long, drowning in his gentle, chocolate brown eyes. Slowly, he leaned in, his breath warm against her pale skin. Their lips touched as she closed her eyes. Unbelievably soft lips. She ran her tongue across his lips and shivered. What was possessing her to behave in such a forward manner with someone who's name she had only found out a few hours ago? As he tugged gently at her lower lip, she gave in and lost herself in the emotion of the moment.
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The pain in his chest was still increasing and reverberating through his body. It was slowly spreading to his back and limbs, making his body arch against his restraints. He didn't remember being placed in the restraints. He only remembered waking up suddenly with the agony, and not being able to move.
Suddenly, the memory returned, bringing fresh agony in its wake. She wasn't there any more with him. She had been taken away. He was alone again. He needed her. He wanted her and someone had taken her away. He screwed his face as he fought against the restraints in frustration. Why wouldn't they let him out? He could go get her back again and then everything would be OK.
Fresh tears rolled down his face as he felt the futility of his situation descend on him like lead. He was too weak to even protect her when they had come for her.
He had been having nightmares whilst he was unconscious. Violent, primal images still echoed in his mind. Only this time they seemed to continue into waking. On the floor, he could just about make out a body strewn across the floor in a pool of blood, arms and legs at odd angles. He blinked again, trying to clear his vision, but still the world looked grey and fuzzy. On the edge of his senses, he could smell a strong, powerful scent, so he breathed in deeply, trying to make sense of his world. Suddenly, everything became clear and the world burst into colour. Scents bombarded his senses in a swirl of psychedelic colour.
The body in front of him was a woman, late twenties, long dark hair, recently butchered.
"Well, well, Mr Kilmartin," came a voice from his left. "Awake at last I see." He jerked his head towards the source of the voice as if in a dream. The smell of blood was clouding his thoughts and his judgement. Never before had he felt such a craving. "And how are we feeling?"
Jesse snarled at the voice. He could feel his teeth struggling to enlarge within his mouth, and claws erupting from his fingers. He wanted that flesh. He needed that flesh. No one was going to stand in his way.
"Mr Kilmartin, if you don't calm down and pay attention, I'm going to have to sedate you yet again. Take Ms Romero here as a warning. She failed me in life, and now serves me well as an example to others." The calm, seductive tones grated on Jesse's nerves, but something in the voice made him quell his hunger and listen. A skinny, white-haired man stepped into his line of vision.
"I can see I'm going to have to wait until you've fed," he said, before he walked out of the room, locking the door behind him. A muffled click made Jesse look down. He saw his restraints had been released, and leapt off the table. He bore down on the body on the floor and dug his claws into the lifeless flesh. It was a good half hour before he sat back on his haunches, finally satiated.
A few corridors away, Mason Eckhart looked through the security cameras. Even he felt nauseated at the sight of blood dripping down Jesse's chin, but he smothered the feelings within seconds. Finally he had what he needed to get to Adam.
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jesse#1fan and Megara - Thanks, I'm glad you're still liking the story.
Brigitta - You're a fountain of great ideas! How come you haven't written anything yourself?
lizella - Thanks for the vote of confidence about the A/E pairing. I'm glad that I've been able to make it believable.
Emma0211 - Rip him to shreds! What a great idea. It would certainly inject a bit of friction into the smooth-running team!
JFurman88 - As you can see, Jesse is still struggling with the werewolf transformation, but I doubt I'll let it continue. I've got something up my sleeve which should stop that dead in its tracks.
aimless - I'm so glad you like it despite the pairings. I've really been trying to focus on all the characters, so thanks for letting me know I've been successful. As for your comment about Rhian, do you realise how much it means to me that you can accept her? She's been my baby from the beginning, and I'm so proud of her now! I'm so glad she's turned out 3- dimensional. :oD Thanks mate!
Oh, before I forget. . . R&R people! :op
