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Author's Note~~~ I saw the Matrix Reloaded today so I'm up for some big action scenes! I can't promise any though.

A/N~~~ Thankyou to everyone's who's read and everyone who's reviewed. It's glad to know that some people actually read what I post.

A/N~~~ Okay, does ANYONE know whether Blink 182 (such an awesome band) is pronounced *Blink one-eight-two* or. . . . . . * Blink one-eighty-two*!!! I hear both pronunciations too much, I'm not sure whether anyone knows the real band name! *Anyone meaning me* Review if you would like to tell me the name, of the afore mentioned band!!!!! (And if you want me to write more, or if it sucks and you would love to defenestrate me).

Thick N Thin

Scott paced the room, his heart beating anxiously. He wasn't sure how he'd survived the ego bashing his sister had given him previously. However he had, it had given his brain more activeness than it had been in a while, and his brain was always thinking a million thoughts a minute. He sat down heavily on the bottom bunk, head buried in his hands as deep thoughts, desires and impulses flooded through his body. He had so many decisions to make, and absolutely no idea how to make them, or where to start.

*****

Jondy's long blonde hair whipped across her shoulders as the evening wind blew thickly, enveloping her disgruntled figure, making it's way across a path of bitumen, leading toward sleeping barracks A3. She shivered slightly, not used to the freeing Seattle winds in comparison to the sunny Californian backdrop she was used to. She smiled, feeling the wind and soft raindrops on her hair, loving the feeling of nature and the serenity she felt. She loved the howl of wind, the pitter patter rain made on surfaces as it dropped, the way they combined for all-out storms, rain blowing wickedly in sheets across the roads and pelting hard on roofs, a gentle lullaby only Jondy heard as she sang along, her own personal melody.

She loved how rain made the world's appearance so different. Not better or worse, but different. It was a difference she liked, and in Californian winters, she always begged for the rain to never end. It was so soothing, reminding her of the many nights she and Maxie had stayed up, holding each other's hands and sitting on the window ledge as the rain splattered across the windows of the large Manticore buildings.

She remembered her first kiss with a boy, Shane, in the rain. She had liked Shane a lot, he was caring, smart, welcoming. But she had only been 14, while he was 19 and there were many things he did that she wasn't ready to do yet. She experimented with him, but he had a habit of pushing her further than she wanted to go, and so she moved on. Left the state. She had been planning to leave Montana for a while anyway, Zack had been pressuring her and so she left him, with a note explaining she would always like him, but he expected her to be so mature, sexually, while she was only that mature intellectually. And physically. Jondy had detested her looks, even as a thirteen year old men looked upon her hungrily, as though her lean figure, small hips and developed bosom were some exotic candy they wished to taste. She had been out with many guys in her life, she yearned to find someone who's tastes and ideas were similar to her's, but she always tired of them. They were all so shallow, only after what she didn't want to give them. She wanted a conversation, a smile, a shared dream. Shane had started off like that, but as soon as they had talked, long, endless conversations, he had realised how mature she had been and figured he may as well sleep with her, she ought to be good, but she had refused defiantly. It wasn't that Jondy had anything against sex, it was that sex seemed to be so intricately involved with everything only skin-deep, like beauty and sweetness.

She had learned many things at Manticore, but one of the things that had hit her hard was that truth was not always appearance. Appearance was deceiving in so many ways. Jondy's appearance was deceiving. She looked so sweet and harmless, as did all her siblings, but they had done things unimaginable, that made Jondy's stomach curl when she thought of them. And take the anomalies in the basement. The X5's had been trained to be scared of the anomalies, they were dangerous, a threat and must be terminated. They were ugly, and therefore disgusting, should be killed. But they had nothing in common to their appearances, sure, maybe a couple of them WERE gruff, angry, murderous, but that was only due to the treatment given at Manticore, due to their looks. Jondy thought of the sweet dog man called Joshua. He seemed alright. He admired Max, and Max felt the same about him, s though he was another long-lost sibling of hers. In a way, Jondy supposed they were related. As related as she was to her siblings anyway. Maybe not as much, but equally by blood. She smiled, thinking of Joshua and hoping she would get to know the man inside the mask, whom her sister seemed to be so fond of. Jondy looked up at the grey sky, turning inevitably black with each passing second that she stared at it. She grinned as thunder rumbled, high above her. It sounded beautiful. So peaceful. She turned sharply as she heard her name being called, and saw Lexy coming towards her.

"Hey." Jondy greeted her. "I was just looking for you and Scott."

"Uh, you don't wanna go see Scoot. He's in a bad mood since I pointed out the obvious."

"Which is?"

"Personal."

"Right. . ." Jondy said troubled, but decided not to push it. If he wanted to, Scott would tell her later.

"So what've you been doing? I was actually gonna go find me some hot young stud, like the juicy Alec I wasn't formally introduced to." Lexy pouted.

"If I see him, I'll introduce you." Jondy promised. "He seems okay. For you." She smirked. "Max doesn't seem to like him too much though." She added puzzled. Maybe it was because he resembled Ben. 'Or maybe he's a jerk' Jondy thought, thinking of how he'd come onto her when she gave him a hug. 'Truth isn't always appearance, Jon.' She told herself, promising to get to know him before she judged him. "He reminds me so much of my big brother though. It's strange, seeing your brother walking around, and then realising it's not your brother, this guy has a totally different personality."

"Sorry, no idea what you mean." Lexy commiserated.

"Thanks." Jondy said, lifting one corner of her mouth in a smile. She took in a deep breath of the windy air. "Mmmm, smell the rain!"

"Um, no thanks." Lexy laughed. She suddenly turned serious. "Jondy?"

"Mmm-hmm." She answered distractedly, staring up at the rain clouds as they trickled rain softly.

"Would you ever be interested in my brother?"

"What?" Jondy snapped her head to Lexy.

"It was just a question."

"From where?"

"My brain. . . "

"I don't know. Should I be?" Jondy answered cryptically.

"I don't know. Hey! I'm supposed to be asking you the hard question here."

"What's so hard about asking if I'd go out with your brother, or if I should go out with your brother?"

"Would you?" Lexy pressed. She could see Jondy was trying to get off the subject desperately, and it was almost working. But Jondy trying to change the subject could only mean one thing. The answer was affirmative.

"I don't know." Jondy said.

"Yes you do, now tell me. I won't tell him."

"I don't know, maybe. . . I guess."

"So you'd be attracted to his type?"

"Why not?"

"He believes you're too good for him."

"What? He thinks about me like that? Get real, Lex."

"Well why wouldn't he?"

"He's like. . . he's my buddy." Jondy answered softly.

"What if he likes you more than that?"

"I don't know, it's confusing! I mean, if I did go out with him, what if he became bored of me? We could never be as good of friends as we were before! And, I'm a transgenic! Doesn't that disgust him? Why would he want to bed a transgenic?"

"Wow! Who said anything about bedding, and where did the 'Ew! A transgenic!' come from?"

"T.V. Everyone hates transgenics."

"Everyone meaning stupid people not worth listening to!"

"It's different, Lex! You aren't a transgenic, it's harder. People think I should be killed, because I wasn't naturally conceived!"

"People are sheep, Dee. They follow what they hear a person of power say! If everyone had their own thoughts the world would be a reckless abandon."

"The world IS a reckless abandon."

"Okay, a WORSE reckless abandon. You're crazy if you think Scott would never like you in that way."

"Okay then, I'm crazy."

"Zoggs!"

"Yes?"

"Why so negative? You're always negative! And for no reason. I thought after believing your sister was gonna hate you, and then finding she didn't would of made you stop seeing things so negatively!"

"I don't see everything negatively!"

"Well a hell of a lot of it!"

"How does that have to do with Scott?"

"Well, don't close your mind to the idea that he might like you, okay? You might be surprised."

Jondy sat down on the bitumen, legs crossed and propped her chin in her hands. "Fine, whatever."

"Good."

So. . . . how was that? Do you want me to continue? Please feedback, I'm not sure how to continue, ideas are welcome, and I don't know if people are interested and I should continue!