Chapter Six
The Snack that Smiles Back is Goldfish
Divine Angel
__*~*~*~PRESENT DATE~*~*~*__ His dark eyes blinked, waking up, still leaning against the cold concrete of the jail cell. Scarred face frowning immediately as he looked around, nothing but the empty bunk bed to his right as he watched the blonde hair walk back in to the cops holding open the metal doors. Blue eye heading directly to the bottom bunk and flopping onto it annoyed. "Hey?" He frowned slightly watching them look up at him. "Where.."
"You scumbag Gene." The blue eyes frowned at him, watching the dark eyes grin at the small fingers that suddenly flashed at him. Heavily coated with the dark black ink used to pull his fingerprints. "Thanks to you I just started my criminal file." The blue frowned at him watching his scarred shoulders shrug.
"Congratulations." He grinned, chuckling lightly at the irritated growl before glancing over as it stopped short. Follow the gaze of the blue eyes before sitting up quickly. Dark raven hair and bright Ctarl Ctarl eyes moving down the hall towards their cell.
"Gene you birdbrain!" She hissed immediately watching his grinning dark eyes completely ignore her as he focused on Melfina. "Just be happy that neither companies decided to press charges against your worthless human hides." She growled lightly watching the blue eyes grin at her as he let out a small laugh. Her bright eyes flicking up at him immediate, frowning. "What's so funny!?" She snapped watching him grin harder. "Jim there isn't any hot water on the ship!" She frowned at him watching him nod.
"They're not pressing charges?" His dark voice grinned watching Melfina's mocha eyes smile at him. Smooth feminine hands reaching through the cold metal as she smiled at him. No doubt Fred wouldn't press charges.
"Mr. Lou and Morgan and Vicson Incorporated didn't press charges Gene." She smiled "That's good news." Her mocha eyes dipped down quickly before watching him cock an eyebrow at her.
"Yeah" he grinned "That's good news alright Melfina." He watched her just continue looking at him. As if the strong metal wasn't between them, giggling slightly as he suddenly grinned. Not sure why, he just did.
"Gene if they aren't pressing charges we should get out of here by tonight." He watched the blonde hair shove him slightly, to make sure it had all of his attention as it spoke.
"WEll Aisha's leaving with or without you puny humans if you aren't!" She frowned at them suddenly watching the puzzled blue eyes and annoyed unruly color look up at her. "Aisha got things to do and people to see and Gilliam is going to bring me there." She grunted triumphantly watching the scarred eyes squint.
"Aisha you wouldn't" She glanced down at the skeptical blonde hair frowning slightly.
"Don't patronize me Jim." She smiled, watching his blonde hair ruffle as he shook his head.
"Oh Aisha lets wait." He chuckled as Melfina turned to the teasing Ctarl suddenly. "I don't want to.leave them behind." She frowned concerned before turning toward the laughing blonde hair. Unruly color chuckling lightly at her, how cute. She was the only one who actually thought Aisha might leave them for a second. Her mocha eyes frowning quickly as the bright peach fur only squeaked at her. Hugging her slightly as it squeaked a -she wouldn't dare to leave them behind when they could perform all the manual labor for her-. Her soft smooth face smiling lightly, glancing back up at the rest of her crew (minus Suzuka who had sent word she would not be joining them for another six months.) It would only be some eight hours before they were released and then about a days ride back to Sentinel three.
__*~*~*~FIVE YEARS LATER~*~*~*__
"Daniella?" She frowned slightly, letting her green eyes continue to scan over the small folder as she read. Slowly turning around to the familiar smiling teal hair of the young eighteen year old. "You don't have to read that, I already told you I would take care of all of your fathers projects." He grinned at her. Watching her brilliant sixteen year old green eyes just smile at him. Lightly running over his blue cop uniform and badge as she looked down.
"I know I know." she sighed heavily watching him take the file as he grinned at her. "I just can't help it Cameron" Her green eyes looked up. Leaning back into the hard wood of her fathers old office desk from inside the police station. Her soft eyes floating to the photos and degrees on the wall. They had said he was one of the best cops they ever had, one of the best chiefs they ever had. She smiled again, looking back at the strong blue uniform from above her light pink dress and small white sandals. She had known Cameron since he was six or so, and from then till now, it seemed like forever. He was her fathers right hand man, her mothers favorite choice. He grinned at her again.
"Danny look, if you really want to become more involved.." he shrugged lightly watching her smile at him. "Come down, we could always use another good cop." He grinned at her.
"Oh come on." She giggled suddenly "You know I could never be a good cop." She giggled lightly watching him shift his weight, slightly moving in towards her as he never averted from her beautiful eyes. "I am not a good fighter."
"Alright alright." He chuckled lightly. "Play the weak girl card with me, I'll take it." She giggled suddenly. "You're a good fighter, and if your not maybe you'd be a good shot." He shrugged. "Either way, seeing you around the office more would make work much more enjoyable." He grinned at her watching her look down slightly.
"It's good to see you again Cameron." She smiled as she looked back up. "But I'll have to think about it alright. I don't know if I am strong enough to be a cop" She shrugged lightly leaning off the desk as his smile lightened, disappointed.
"It just looks tricky, all you have to do is focus." He grinned at her again watching her smile suddenly brighten.
"Really...Someone once told me, all I had to do was kick." She giggled watching the slightly baffled air run over his face. "I got to go." She smiled moving around him as he continued looking at her. Green eyes smiling back at him as she turned to look as he lightly grabbed her arm.
"Wait. This weekend, I am off duty. We could get something to eat, or see a movie. Maybe you should stay up town a little more." He frowned slightly looking at her. "Downtown is dangerous Danny.I just don't like you down there." He watched her slowly move her arm back as he released it, green eyes just smiling at him.
"Don't worry about me Cameron." She giggled her words softly as she opened the door. "I am a good kicker." He grinned at her wink. "And I am really handy with a gallon of milk." She giggled shutting the door and heading out of the familiar and welcoming police station. He frowned slightly watching her go. Her stunning 5'5 figure, 110 in her thin light pink sundress and white sandals. It was a simple dress, she wasn't showing off and attracting attention, but that's what made is so attractive. He didn't ask her where she was going as she started leaving. The answer was always the same. -Starwind and Hawking Enterprises Cameron. Where else would I go downtown?-
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Campbell's is...mm mm good...eww what is that? His blue eyes frowned as he opened the fridge, something was rotting away in the back right corner. "Campbell's is.." he trailed lightly shoving the milk to the back disgusted before grabbing the small dish of Mel's fish from last nigh. "Mm mm good." He grinned chuckling at the stupid jingle.
"I didn't know you liked it so much. Which one do you think is better Jim?" She smiled watching him turn around with the fish as she giggled at him. Mocha eyes watching his sixteen year old blonde hair stop moving to look at her from where he had been lightly dancing to no music. His light face only grinning as he opened the microwave sliding in the fish while nodding to Mel's question of whether the lemon juice or canned marination tasted better.
"What color is the marinating sauce?" He shrugged lightly watching her look at him as she slowly filled the sink with warm water. Dark raven hair eyes watching the soap squeeze into it before glancing at him.
"It's the one that comes in that small jar. It's brown...brick red." He frowned slightly.
"The lemon juice then. I didn't like the part with the red stuff on it Mel." She frowned slightly watching him open the microwave again, pulling out the dish as she sighed.
"Not the ones with the marinating sauce." Her quite voice repeated his statement, a personal note to never buy that again. "No one liked that one." She flashed him a puzzled look as he turned around holding the plate while cramming pieces into his mouth with a fork. Not offering any other response other then the small noise he made chewing. "I think Aisha was the only one." She frowned slightly with a sigh.
"Yeah-ah." he choked lightly swallowing as he held up a finger to let her know he was trying to talk. His blue eyes blinking slightly as he choked on her fish before clearing his throat. "When is...when is Aisha getting back?" He frowned at her slightly watching her look back down at the sink moving their small green washcloth around a cup slowly.
"Not for another few weeks...I think.." She trailed lightly, mocha eyes looking into the sink as he frowned. Watching her slightly damp hand run off the counter and over the bottom of her stomach slowly as she thought. Almost forgetting he was there before jumping as she heard him walk out. Letting out a quick giggle to the -Smile You've got frenches!- He declared in the living room.
He grinned under his unruly red hair as he came down the stairs. Watching the sixteen year old slouch into the couch now baggy blue jeans, red t- shirt, blonde hair and plate off.he frowned...that was his fish. "Lazy ass." He chuckled lightly watching the blue eyes glance in his direction, chewing.
"Gene." the blue frowned slightly. "Do you know how high the volume goes on this piece of crap?" The blue hair chewed watching him flash a baffled expression as the light hand flicked the remote frowning lightly. A sly grin running over his face, he knew what Jim was hitting at. The blue eyes looked back over at him. "Not high enough." Frowned as they ran the volume up to a pathetic eleven. Hardly high enough to make it over a shout from the upstairs attic, never mind the low moans and squeaking mattress it had been trying to tune out for the last hour and forty minutes. His blue eyes frowning slightly, Gene was mocking him. Fully aware he was unwilling to leave the phone until that slob called to let him know when the radiator was in.
He chuckled grinning hard as he started for the kitchen listening to -the snake! That smiles back is goldfish.- Both the blonde hair and TV singing to the annoying commercial channel, pathetically the most interesting thing to watch. "Hey." He grinned at her, watching her mocha eyes lightly glance up as he moved behind her. Rough scarred hands running over her smooth shoulders hugging her gently as she felt more of his weight lean in with his strong sigh. "What color?" He grinned, dark eyes closed listening to the soft sizzling sound the soap bubbles made slowly dissolving into the water.
"It wasn't blue." She felt her heart sink slightly as the scarred hands suddenly disappeared. Unruly color walking towards the fridge and opening it. "Gene I.." she stopped, watching his unruly color just shake no as he stood back up with a can of soda. His scarred face frowning away from her as he drank before glancing up and relaxing slightly.
"Mel." He grinned suddenly as he shrugged. "Can't do anymore then your already doing." He grinned at her watching her lightly stressed raven hair nod slowly as she turned back to the sink. Maybe that was so, but it didn't feel like it. Every time they had to wait. It was bad enough he was beginning to look disappointed and skeptical because she was bioandroid. But every time the hopeful blue line to the small white pregnancy test never appeared. It just wasn't working.
She glanced up at him as he suddenly set the small can of soda down and started for the door. Blue eyes grinning at him as they sat by the phone, chuckling lightly at the scarred form that had grown accustomed to it not moving for the past two days waiting for the call. Dark eyes frowning slightly to the -did you know their made with real cheese did you know that they were fishes...the snack...- He groaned.
"Jim will you shut up all ready!" He growled listening to the small snicker behind him as the cool cheap handle to the front of the warehouse ran under his scarred palm pulling it open.
"Hi." She smiled at him watching his unruly red hair grin down at her light pink sundress and green eyes immediately.
"Jim's moved out." He chuckled at her watching her smile. "Go away, he said he needed more women and took up a cult down by the strip bars!" He chuckled raising his voice so the blonde hair would hear him. Blue eyes suddenly turning around to look at him from where they sat on the couch.
"Gene cut it out." she giggled pushing at him lightly as he continuously blocked her way in. "Your such a moron!" She laughed watching his scarred face grin at her before moving to the blonde hair shoving him aside as it smiled at her. His unruly red hair starting back for the kitchen listening to the low mumbling before the giggling green eyes spit how she drove some twelve miles down here to see him and all he has to say is something about goldfish!?
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"What would you say if I became a cop?" She glanced at him from where she was leaning into his stomach. The smooth apulstry of his car running along the sides of her arms and slightly against her legs as they leaned into the backseat. Their legs leaning up and hanging over the door, visible on the outside to the rest of the garage.
He looked at her, letting his blue eyes slide away from where he was watching her leg move slightly where she was bouncing her foot. "You want to be a cop?"
She shrugged at his simple question. She was hoping it would reveal more about his opinion but it didn't. It was simply said as a simple question. "I don't know. My dad was a cop. People say I should be a cop too." She frowned slightly as he sat up. Her thin pink dress sliding off the side of him into the seat.
"Gene said I should be a trapezist once but you don't see me doing it." He grinned at her watching her giggle.
"I take it that means you wouldn't want me to be a cop." He shrugged leaning into the back of the seat. Blue eyes looking down at her as she smiled up at him. "So you don't mind?" He grinned at her, at times like this, he didn't care. He didn't care about anything, because it was like being someplace else with her. Just the two of them. "Jim." She propped herself up onto her elbows looking at him. "I really think I would like to be a cop." She frowned slightly watching him grin at her as she spoke.
"Your a good kicker."
She giggled. "I could be a good fighter. And a good shot too. I...I want my dad to be proud of me." She frowned slightly watching his blue eyes look away from her as he sighed.
"If you became a cop...what would you have to do?" He frowned now looking at her.
"I wouldn't have to leave." She watched his face brighten immediately. Blue eyes looking down at her hand which slowly slipped into his. "I would start training...I already have some of it. And Cameron would be there to help me." She watched a quick frown snap at his face as she mentioned Cameron. "But that's all he would do. Just help me, build my career." She flashed a reassuring grin watching him continue to look at her skeptically.
"Cameron is the acting director of the police Danny." He frowned, what was that supposed to mean. -Build my career- in the movies Gene had brought home that usually meant.... He frowned. "Do you like him?" She frowned immediately. Thin pink cotton sitting up to face him better, he was just looking at her. "Do you."
"Jim.." She trailed lightly as she glanced down. Did she like him?
He watched her green eyes glance back up at him before she smiled. The smile he had known since he was four, the same true -I'll still be smiling when you turn around- look. The same spark of true happiness in her eyes. "Do you care for me?" She watched him blink fast, blue eyes snapping a frown at her.
"Cut it out. Answer my question." He frowned at her watching her smile ease slightly, but it stayed.
"Why don't you answer mine?" She frowned lightly now, watching him shake his head no.
"Danny if you like him you should start spending-"
"-More time with him and less with you!?" He stopped as she snapped the end of his sentence fast. Frowning green eyes staring at him. "You think your so smart Jim." Her green eyes squinted at him as she pulled off the small portion of his jeans that were still touching her. "Well you know what!? Your not ok? Your just not."
He frowned watching her thin red hair shake no as she stood up, stepping over the side of the car to get out. "What!?" Her frowned green eyes snapped back at him. "Why can't you answer me?" She watched his frown lighten to an almost upset expression as she suddenly sunk back down.
Sweet green eyes leaning into his face as she balanced on the edge of the seat he sat on. Crouching before him "Why won't you let me?" She watched his hand snap at her wrist as she moved it towards his chest. Blue eyes never altering from her face as he stared at her. "Your hurting me." The grip lightened immediately to her small whisper. Blue eyes glancing down to the whitened shades of her skin made out in the form of his fingers before slowly disappearing to nothing. Green eyes glancing back up at him as he looked back up towards her face. Letting the changing tones of her skin slide out of focus as his slid back in. "Mm" She squeaked lightly feeling his hard grip snap at her thin arms yanking her into him. The warm soft touch of his lips running over hers, sucking her thin moist skin in ever so slightly before faltering as she sat down. Letting her weight straddle his hips from where he sat. The small cotton threads of his shirt running under her fingertips as she traced them down the sides before reaching the bottom. Letting them slip inside to his firm soft stomach. Feeling the lines to his abs tighten and contract as her soft fingers met his bare skin.
"Ahno." Her green eyes snapped back up. The back of the front seat running along her shoulders as he pushed her off suddenly. Watching her lean back into the seat. "Dan just..." he trailed slightly, blue eyes trying to say something else as they froze under the blonde hair shaking no.
"Fine." Her green eyes glanced down as she quickly straightened her dress, standing up over him. Blue eyes sighing as they continued to look to the side before closing as his head leaned back into the seat. Listening to the scuff of the light leather sandal against the metal of the car door as she stepped on it before hopping out. Blue eyes opening quickly watching her open the garage door before walking out to the -I am *going* to be a cop!- called back to him.
She lightened her face immediately, watching the familiar scarred features lazily lounging in the kitchen chair cock an eyebrow at her. One dark eye barely opening enough to eye her with a lazy -what's all the door slamming about?- Unruly color watching her green eyes just look at him before heading towards the stairs and heading up them to the bedroom he still shared with the blonde hair. He frowned, idiot Jim, it wasn't like that wasn't his room too.
"Gene" She sighed heavily as she walked back in. Raven hair sending a small frown to the unruly color still slouching into the small wooden chair. Still the exact same way she had left him. One dark eye opening slightly to cock at her before quickly standing up. Scarred hand snapping the small white pregnancy test from her before frowning down at the small gray line. The small gray *not* pregnant line. "I just don't understand it."
She watched the frowning scarred face flick up at her before lazily sending the small white tester into the trash. Ahh, his head groaned, this was another one of those times he was supposed to do something or say something significant. He frowned. "I am going out..." Her concerned mocha eyes snapped up immediately, blinking lightly under the raven hair that ruffled to her absent no. Watching his scarred form lazily pick up his cape as he headed towards the door to the slurred ...to get a drink that followed before it shut.
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"Uncle Jim?" He groaned, blue eyes rolling slightly, letting his view of the motor parts and cement garage floor blur as he started pulling out from under the car.
"What?" He groaned moving under the hard metal parts. Deep black color smearing onto his raggy gray t-shirt as he sat up. Feeling the hard metal surface to the underneath of the car rub into his chest slightly before the rest of the garage and annoying four foot figure came back into view.
The bright cyan eyes blinked, small peach furred, cat nosed and bright strained Ctarl Ctarl patiently waiting for his head to resurface from under Uncle Jim's prized possession as he stood. "Uncle Jim I am hungry, do you have any fish?" The blue eyes frowned at him
"Kid I am not your uncle ok? You gotta trust me on this one." His light face grinned suddenly watching the un-entertained cyan eyes just stare back at him.
"Mommy says you are." They frowned slightly.
"Your mom is pulling your leg. Do I *look* like a Ctarl Ctarl?" He chuckled lightly now, watching the little nose twitch, irritated with his constant arguing he wasn't the uncle.
"Mom says you lost all your hair cause you didn't eat all your dinner." The blue eyes frowned at him suddenly, watching the small fur face just grin as it stood there before taking a step back as he stood up. Bright cyan eyes looking up at him, uncle Jim was really tall.
"I ate the rest of the fish. You want something else?" The bright hair nodded. "Like what?" The small shoulders shrugged. "Like a...sandwich?" They shrugged. "..Like a...some soup?" They shrugged, watching the blue eyes frown slightly. "Like some cereal?"
"What do you want to eat?"
"I am not hungry." He shook his head no lightly, watching the cyan eyes flash him a skeptical look as he walked past it heading to the kitchen. Maybe the kid would know what it wanted in there.
"Mom says your going to die of starvation like the idiot you live with." The blue eyes frowned at him as they glanced back. "Mom says if Mel didn't stay here to cook, idiot Gene would eat his own clothes."
The light soft fur walked into his leg as he stopped walking, frowning down. "Does Aisha ever say anything good about Gene?" The cyan eyes looked up.
"You mean idiot Gene?"
"They're the same person." He sighed, cool handle to the garage door running under his hand as he shoved it out, walking in with the small paws following him. "Idiot is an adjective."
"Is that like an uncle?...Uncle Jim?"
"I am not your uncle." He frowned lightly as he pulled open the fridge. "Do you want something to drink instead?" The small patch of light hair ruffled slightly as the cyan color watched him.
"What do you want to eat?" the face smiled at him suddenly, watching his blue color sink to a dull expression.
"I already said I am not hungry." this was getting annoying.
"Mom says you *are* my uncle and you just lost all your hair." His blue eyes frowned suddenly, standing up.
"Look Tyler." The soft peach fur of bright eyes and small cat nose smile at his frustration. "I thought you said you wanted to eat-"
"-Tyler!" The small patch of light hair turned around immediately, looking back as his blue eyes snapped up to watch Daniella's thin red hair walk into the kitchen. Letting the small t-shirt and jeans run into her arms as she hugged the small Ctarl Ctarl. "I didn't know you where here" She smiled watching the bright cyan eyes nod at her.
"Mom let me stay so she could talk to aunt Melfina." The green eyes giggled suddenly before glancing up at Jim's frowning light face and greasy clothes.
"Aww that's nice...Was uncle Jim getting you something to eat?" She giggled harder watching the blue eyes squint at her as she reinforced the uncle bit.
"Yes. But he wouldn't give me anything." The green eyes giggled harder watching the blonde hair groan before moving as she took the fridge door.
He frowned, in one second she had decided and served what Tyler would eat. It probably took more time for us to get out of the garage then it did for her to heat up the stupid pork chop. He blinked lightly watching her green eyes finally look at him from where she had been ignoring him the entire five minutes it took for her to make the small five year old Ctarl his third lunch. "Your mad I am going to be a street cop." She frowned staring into the microwave as she stated her opinion matter o' factly. Watching the small mug slowly turn in the poorly illuminated box. He had been irritated all three weeks of training. Not that she needed it, she had been around cops since forever. She knew all the terms, all the codes, all the rules...the three weeks was merely for paperwork show.
"No." He watched her glance up at his irritated tone. "I never said I was."
"But your mad at me."
"I didn't say that either." He frowned watching her green eyes shoot a squint at him.
"Your not mad?" She watched his blonde hair nod. "So your just acting like you are for fun." She frowned, glancing back at the microwave. "I really want-"
"-I just don't like Cameron." He blinked suddenly, he didn't like Cameron? His mind stumbled suddenly...since when!?...since....he blinked slowly, watching her lightly concerned face stare back at him...since always. Cameron was...better.
"Why not?" She shook her head lightly letting her soft hand slide off the microwave. Watching him as he didn't answer. Cameron was...was...better. Better...better home, better job, better financially, better with...being...allowing to...with being...intiment...with..
"I don't know." Her green eyes blinked fast. Watching him frown slightly as he talked, her mind scanning fast. He doesn't think I'll..
"You worry I will go off with Cameron?" Her small thin red eyebrows raised. Making her soft green eyes expand slightly, looking as though she was talking to the five year old Ctarl. Asking him if he wanted more to drink, same tone and everything.
She's mocking me, he frowned. "Look I *never* said *anything* about *you* and Cameron. All I said was I don't like him. It has absolutely nothing to do with you and him." He frowned, it has something to do with me and him, his mind finished. Blonde hair moving around her as he opened the cabinet. Feeling the cool surface of the glass mug slide under his fingers as he pulled it out. Green eyes looking down at the counter as he sat it down. Reaching over for the instant coffee as she opened the microwave. He stopped, looking down at the mug she slid to him.
"I already did." Her green eyes didn't look up with the coffee but his flicked up at her face. She had already made him coffee. "Cameron isn't better then you Jim." He winced, thin red hair continuing to look away from him as she left. Walking back to the living room where she had been flipping through the large collection of recipes Mel had accumulated. Separating from what had been tried, what had never been tried, what they liked, and what they hated. Secretly noting all the ones she remembered him liking the best.
He was glad she didn't look back, it probably looked like someone just stabbed him. Blue eyes snapping at the counter disgusted, stupid Daniella...no...stupid Cameron. That guy had a lot of nerve. He knew she was always there, he knew she was always with him. You think that would have been enough to tell him to back off. He frowned harder, blue eyes glaring down at the mug of coffee, lots of sugar, lots of cream just the way he liked it. Just the way she knew how to make it...how ironic...that was light too...Gene took his coffee black.
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"Damnt!" He growled watching the bright shine of the metal wrench smear out of view as it slipped off the bolt fast and hard. Slamming his hand into the warm engine with his own force that had been tightening the stupid piece of crap. "Gilliam!" He snapped, blue eyes growling over to the small can lazily watching him from the work bench. "Where is my other wrench?" He frowned watching the small arms shrug at him. His blue eyes squinting harder, damn personality chips...his mind growled. Since they were installed Gilliam seemed to be getting...lazier. He shrugged more and spit comments like, have you looked where you last left it?
"Jim?" His frown disappeared immediately watching Daniella's smiling green eyes lean into the open garage doorway. "Gene is on the phone."
"What?" She watched his baffled expression. "What's he want?"
She shrugged. "I didn't ask. I figured since he hasn't been back in some ten hours, I didn't want to know what he was doing." She watched him flash her a skeptical look, dropping the wrench he was holding back into the worn toolbox as he started over. Gene was with Mel now, the outlaw hadn't been to those kinda bars in weeks. "You know, in case he's started a gang that's out to take all the sexy women hostage" She giggled lightly watching him choke a small laugh as he picked up the phone. Lazily leaning into the kitchen wall before sighing heavily as the deep voice started talking on the other line. His light face growling slightly before letting out an annoyed, exhausted -Whaaat?!-
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The sly face grinned at him immediately. His face flashing a dull look, glaring at the unruly color that stood as he came in. Watching him from the other side of the metal bars inside the police station. "Gene come on. We don't have this kinda money to waste." His blue eyes sighed immediately watching the sly scarred features just lazily lean into the strong metal rods.
"Jim I would have ran if I could." He chuckled suddenly, watching the blue eyes just growl at him. It wasn't his fault what's his face and...what's his face decided to have a...fight...er...tear up the bar and he was too drunk.er...too tired to do anything and was still there when the cops showed. "How lucky is my bail?" he chuckle slyly
"One thousand wong lucky." The blue eyes glared at him from under the blonde hair that was slightly bent down. Baggy dark blue jeans and gray t- shirt arms crossed over it's chest.
The scarred shoulder shrugged. "Yeah right, guess it's my good intuition that says we have some stashed in the bottom dresser draw." He grinned watching the blue eyes continue to just look at him, slightly annoyed.
"Yeah right. Your good intuition I saved it there huh?" The dark eyebrow cocked at him. "Gene we can't use that, we need it." He frowned.
"What?!" He shot an annoyed baffled expression.
"Danny says they're only gonna hold you for four days cause you didn't contribute to any of the damage." He shrugged lightly, blue eyes traveling over to the dull white paint that was suddenly more interesting. He didn't need to look at Gene to see the expression.
"Jim you have got to be kidding me?" The voice was irritated all right.
"We need it." He frowned weakly and it didn't last, dissolving with the pause of silence that continued to become longer. Dark reckless eyes glaring at him annoyed. Ahh why doesn't he say anything...he frowned staring at the paint before snapping back at the scarred face that was just as he invisioned it. Dark eyes squinting with the annoyed -I would kick your ass if these bars weren't in my way- expression. "We do." He frowned slightly, they needed it alright.
"You mean to tell me that righteous law enforcing babe of yours isn't going to cut us a deal?" The dark eyebrow cocked at him again, watching his baffled expression. "She knows we need to work. Are you telling me she's just going to let *you* do it *all by yourself* for a week?"
"Four days Gene." The blue eyes snapped back at the sly tone.
"A week.four days." The scarred shoulder shrugged "What's the difference." This was reverse psychology
"Come on Gene cut it out." He made a face. "That's her job, it's not like she does it as a hobby." He frowned that was Danny's career, she couldn't just go releasing people when she felt like it.
"Yeah and all the time you tell people you need to replace the *whole engine* for an additional 700 Wong...that's part of your job?" The blue eyes snapped at him.
"That's not the same."
"Oh it isn't?" The scarred face frowned at him, unruly color pulling back from the bars to slouch into the cot. "Why don't you try staying here for four days...see how you like it Jim."
He glanced away, Gene's hard mad tone still spitting words at him. "Gene it's her job. I can't ask her to do that." He knew Gene was frowning harder at him as he glanced back. He might have mumbled out his last sentence but it wasn't like he wasn't going to stick with it.
"Fine." the scarred face growled at him. Dark eyes closing as though they were ready to go to sleep. Ignoring his blonde hair until he growled, blue eyes feeling the rough metal of the door against his hand as he banged on it. Waiting for the guard to unlock it. Gene's get out of my sight closed eyes lounging pissed as hell with him three feet behind.
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"Every time he gives me this look...like what is...like what is wrong with you?" Her mocha eyes glanced up. Watching the bright Ctarl Ctarl eyes just frown slightly at her as she glanced up. "Maybe there is something wrong with me Aisha." She glanced back down. Deep colors of her ice tea swirling to a slow stop as she dropped her straw.
"Hm." The squeaky voice snorted at her, watching her look back up. "Maybe you got your dates wrong?" The bright peach furred face smiled at her. Watching the mocha eyes frown.
"No." They sounded slightly irritated.
"Well I don't know Melfina!?" She squeaked baffled. Humans. "Well did you try...maybe.." She frowned
"How did you do it with Tyler Aisha? How many times?" The mocha eyes frowned concerned watching Aisha's face flash her an -what are you crazy!- expression.
"What?!" She squeaked "Once! What do you think Mel!?" She frowned slightly watching the dark raven hair sigh heavily as it looked back down. Watching the deep colors of the ice tea move again. As if all the answers she were looking for were trapped somewhere in the dark swirls. "Don't you worry about it. It'll all work out." The soft fur hand ran onto hers. Squeezing it gently.
"I don't know what's wrong with me." She sighed heavily, dark mocha eyes frowning as they closed for a moment. "I am supposed to have children." She glanced back up watching the light hair and tight green dress just flash her a warm smile.
"You will Mel. For all you know it's that birdbrain your with who's doing it wrong." She giggled suddenly watching the mocha eyes fall to a flat skeptical expressions. Yeah that's right. Gene didn't have enough practice. What a joke. Her dull smooth face slowly curling to a smile as Aisha continued laughing.
"Maybe." She whisphered, not an ounce of real belief but the large soft ears across the small cafe table heard her anyway. The bright eyes stopping her giggles to smile at her.
"Well have you asked him?" Aisha leaned into the table fast. A short squeaky giggle jumping into the pause.
"...Asked him what?" She frowned confused, watching the bright smile just choke a small squeak at her response.
"Ask him if he's doing it right. Maybe Gene knows something he's not telling you Mel. Never was very smar-Hey I know! Did you ask Jim!? He's smarter!" She smiled brightly, pulling back to sit up straight watching the raven hair frown at her tease immediately.
"Aisha stop that." She frowned watching the bright squeaky laughter stare back at her. "That's not funny." She smiled lightly. "And don't talk about Gene like that." She frowned now her soft voice continuing to watch the light face squeak.
"Ok ok." She giggled looking back down at her empty Sunday dish and sighing. "I should get going Mel. You know how my family feels about Tyler coming down here." She smiled weakly watching the raven hair nod. Aisha had married a Ctarl Ctarl, and though her family had grown accustomed to her disgusting habit of visiting these poorly acclaimed puny humans. Her husband and in-laws where still fighting the adjustment. "It's a good thing my other is sticking up for me." She grinned at the raven hair. Watching the mocha eyes smile. At first it was weird, but now it seemed sweet. Ever since Aisha was married, she simply stopped referring to...she frowned slightly, she couldn't even remember his name now. She just referred to him as her other, and he did the same to her. Ctarl marriage was a binding for life, they were eternally in debt to each other, and Aisha wouldn't have it any other way. She had fallen head over heels for him. Though she never really saw what was so great in the strong fur of deep harsh tones. Even Gene didn't like him in the house. It was one thing if Aisha busted something, but if he did...there wasn't much any of them could do about it.
"I know." She sighed heavily, glancing at her small watch. She had left Tyler and everyone else for some three hours. "Thank you for coming Aisha." She smiled, watching the bright hair glance at her as she stood up. Bright eyes pulling Wong from their purse before glancing up at her as she stood.
"Don't mention it Mel. You know I will always come back, and when you do decide to have your kitten-"
"-Baby" she interrupted lightly.
"..Baby I am coming down right away. Aisha has got to see this." She giggled suddenly watching the smooth face smile as she looked away. Giggling lightly before laughing as the bright hair in front of her continued to squeak. Humans having kit.er...babies, that had to be fun.
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"Jim!" She giggled listening to her own squeaky voice echo through the warehouse that still looked like she remembered it in everyway. Aside from a few small thing. Some more plants, the tv changed, Daniella left small tubes of lip gloss and an occasional purse around. Gene left more cards around and Jim seemed to scatter more tools and wires.
She grinned watching the blonde hair appear in the kitchen doorway. Chewing cyan eyes attached to its leg as it simply grinned at her.
"Mom!" The light fur let go fast, bolting across the floor to her as she came in with aunt Melfina. "Uncle Jim gave me pig."
He chuckled, that was always the report. What food was eaten. "Gene's in jail." The raven eyes snapped up at his comment from where she was hugging the small little Ctarl.
"What? What happened?" She frowned concerned heading towards him and the kitchen with Aisha's giggling still closing the door.
"Birdbrain." She giggled at the blonde's comment rolling her eyes.
"Some guys started a fight in the bar and he got pulled in for it." He frowned lightly as he shrugged. "It's no big deal but I am not paying the bail Mel." He frowned at her before lightening his tone. He hadn't meant to snap. "It's 1,000 Wong and we need it." He offered her a -don't be mad, we really need the money- shrug as she looked at him. Slightly frowning herself, both from his irritated snap and the bad news.
"Alright." She sighed heavily running a thin hand through her hair. "Did you tell him yet Jim?" She watched the blonde hair nod at her as it sat down. Blue eyes still watching her stand there thinking through all of this, frowning at his answer. "I am sorry, I would have went." She watched him just make a face as he shook his head no. She knew Gene would have been pissed to hear news they weren't going to pail the bail when they owed back payments on the heat and water.
"No. It's better he heard it from me Mel." He shot her a reassuring grin, watching her reply with a second soft sigh. Gene shouldn't have been able to take any irritation out on Mel. Not that he would have, but she would have sensed it anyway. "Hey Aisha." He grinned at her, dropping all the chaos with Gene and Mel to look at the light hair. Bright eyes switching to smile at him from where she had been watching the thinking mocha eyes.
"Jim I brought you a present!" She watched his eyebrows raise un- entertained as she smiled at him. Declaring her gift triumphantly.
"Really?" He chuckled watching her nod, but knowing Aisha it was going to be food to hard to handle.
"Yeah I made it just for you." He grinned, here it comes. "A whole cup of..." She frowned lightly as she trailed. "Some human food you might like." She watched him frown slightly. Well this was new. Maybe he would be able to eat it after all.
"A moose!" The cyan eyes laughed, Aisha's bright eyes still glancing off trying to remember what it was called as her hands instinctively guided the small kitten onto her lap as it climbed up her leg.
"You know I do think it was called a moose." She frowned glancing back at him and giggling at his baffled face.
"What's a moose Gilliam?" His blue eyes glanced at Mel as he spoke to the small bot. Watching her shrug offer him a -no clue- expression before he frowned as no answer came at all. "...Lazily Gilliam" He growled slightly slouching into the table over Aisha's squeaking laugher.
"Jim I told you he would be like Gene!" She giggled hard watching him choke a laugh through his smile that was slightly crooked. His face leaning into his hand pushing it up slightly, but it was a smile none the less. "Gene's the one that always argued with him. Maybe you should unplug some of your information or something." She watched him laugh as he sat back up.
"Aha I have." He grinned watching her smile at him. "But last time I tried Gilliam started arguing with me about how it was unfair I should offer him such information only to take it away." He grinned watching her bright hair ruffle as she snorted at him. His light face laughing immediately at her, but she didn't know it wasn't with her.
"Can't you do it when he's sleeping?" She giggled watching him shake his head no, Gill didn't sleep. "Well." She shrugged bright eyes glancing at the raven hair smiling as she watched and listened to them. Soft mocha eyes glancing at the face of peach fur as it looked up. "Mel were we going or...do you want to wait?" She smiled watching the raven smile disappear. Blue eyes glancing over at her.
"Where are you going?" He grinned lightly, still humored by Aisha's comments. It was too bad she had to go off and get married, it was fun having her around.
"Melfina's got a doctor's appointment I was gonna go with her to." She watched him frown immediately.
"How come?" He shot the raven hair a baffled expression. Watching her smooth mouth just open lightly.
"Well I..." she whisphered.
"None of your business Jim." She giggled watching his baffled expression turn to look at her. Giggling bright eyes watching him just relax, as long as it wasn't serious, who cares. "Your watching Tyler cause he can't come either." She grinned watching him laugh, his blue eyes frowning slightly as he smiled...ahh Tyler some more. "After, Mel and I are getting ice cream and going shopping! You boys can stay here and play with your junk cars." She grinned watching his blue eyes continue to smile at her as she stood up. Raven hair offering him a small wave as she left with Aisha.
His gaze switching back to the bright cyan eyes now sitting in the kitchen chair. Table top stopping right under the small cat nose, Aisha's squeaky laughter booming through the warehouse until the door shut.
"Uncle Jim?" His grinning blue eyes frowned, he *wasn't* an uncle.
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He watched her giggle, thin red hair sitting in the small folding chair directly outside his cell. His scarred form lazily leaning into the bars from where he sat on the small cot. "I am serious Dan." He grinned slyly watching her green eyes continue to laugh. "You just ask him and see what he says." He grinned too now. Boy was Jim going to be pissed when he found out he split all this.
"Gene that doesn't make any sense" She giggled her words out suddenly. Green eyes opening to watch him cock an eyebrow at her as she continued to laugh.
"That's what I used to say. But every time." He waved his hand lightly. "I would just walk into the kitchen and the freezer door would be wide open." He grinned again.
"Jim would just walk in.." She smiled at him, trying to get this down. "And open it for no reason?" She giggled watching him choke a small laugh. Unruly color slowly nodding as it grinned, remembering *that* was funny.
"Pain in the ass." He chuckled again watching her scrunch her nose up to his humored comment as she giggled.
"I can't believe he never told me that." She smiled at him watching him shrug.
"Probably doesn't remember doing it. He was four then." He glanced at her watching her giggle calm as she thought.
"Wow." She sighed lightly as she looked down thinking. "It's amazing you two have been together for so long." She smiled warmly as she looked up at him. "You must...well you both must know a lot about each other." She watched him shrug. Dark eyes watching her thin young face continue looking at him. The smile slowly disappearing off her face to a more serious expression. Jim had a secret, she knew it. He was a bad liar, bad at hiding it too. She smiled slightly, but it was a weak sad smile. Gene would...Gene should have known what it was if he was there since Jim was four...her mind trailed lightly, of course that meant that. Gene could always *be* the secret. She blinked lightly, remembering the small scars she had seen, the small cigarette scars.
"Gene did you ever smoke?" She smiled lightly at him, watching him just lazily look at her, bored. Unruly color lounging in the jail cell, hands behind its head.
"No. Why you thinking of starting?" He cocked an eyebrow at her slightly watching her only shake her head no as she looked away thinking. "You got something on your mind?" He grinned at her watching her glance back at him. Skeptical green eyes studying him before shaking her head no and standing up.
"No...I.." She shook her head absently. Thin small face flashing him a reassuring smile over her small blue cop dress shirt and blue skirt. He grinned watching her move towards the door, the only female cop walking around in white sneakers instead of cop boots.
"I like your sneakers." He watched her glance back at him. Her small thin face smiling warmly as she pushed open the strong door. Offering a light wave as she left and let it shut and lock behind herbefore walking back out to the chaotic police station. Her ears filled with the familiar sound of telephones ringing, chairs moving, weapons being loaded and the occasional swears and threats being shot out with disgust by those who were hulled in.
She sighed, sinking into her small office chair to her own desk. Littered with paper, pictures, files and random information in it's own way. Her fingers running over her keyboard, accessing the persons data base of Sentinel. Green eyes watching her cursor move to the right to her quick typing. STARWIND, GENE running into the search blank before the small tap of the -Enter- key sent the screen to a flash of blue before the listings started to run out. The list of S last names running down her screen in alphabetical order until the blinking arrow listed the one she was looking for. Starr Patricia Starr Sylvia Starrs J Starwind, Gene Starwood, John
Her green eyes ran over his file. The basics, red hair, blue/gray eyes, dark skin, male...da.da.da..her eyes dropped opening his police file. Green eyes blinking lightly at the long list of data he had been pulled in for. Vandlism Harassment Speeding Drunk Driving Excessive Alcoholism Indecent Exposure Vandalism Vandalism Harassment Minor Burglary Disturbing the peace Trespassing Excessive Alcoholism Harrasment Drunk Driving Disturbing the Peace Vandalism Trespassing Vandalism Indecent Exposure Harrassment
She frowned slightly, before smiling, Gene...what a "moron" She smiled warmly. There was nothing serious he had ever been convicted for. Nothing Jim would have been trying to hide. She watched the screen blink blue for a moment, running back to the persons data base. Her cursor moving right to her typing, green eyes watching HAWKING, JIM..."Ahh" she sighed lightly, small finger tapping delete...watching the letters disappear to HAWKING, ....JAMES. Her green eyes watching the screen blink before her as the computer ran up it's answers in alphabetical order. Her green eyes watching casually before frowning slightly. Havis Mark &Jane Hawk Karl W Hawkes Philip B& Janet Hawkins I E Hawkins Lacy M Hawking James Hawking James Hawley Andrew Hawn Barbera.
She froze. Green eyes blinking at the double list of names. One had to be his father, and one had to be him. She blinked staring at the small arrow of her cursor as it sat in between the two names. Maybe Jim's secret was his father. Her green eyes glanced down, if it was, was it right for her to just open this information without asking, or saying anything to him? She bit her bottom lip, green eyes flicking back up to the screen. She wanted so bad to know, what it was. What made him shove her away? What made him worry about Cameron like he did? She double clicked.
Her green eyes smiling immediately, her guess had been him. Blue eyes, blonde hair, light skin, male. She giggled as her eyes dropped down to the small short list.
Harassment
Her green eyes smiling as she recognized the date. It matched one of Gene's harassments, they must have been together for one of them when Jim was...her mind trailed lightly...eleven? twelve? no...eleven. She smiled watching the screen blink back green eyes hardening slightly as she clicked the second Hawking James. Blonde/Brown hair, blue eyes, light skin, male trespassing federal law code 628 184 federal law code 184 trespassing trespassing obstruction of justice resisting arrest trespassing federal law codes 592/205/285/284-184 Sentinel documentation code 194, 184 -Is to be considered wanted, armed and dangerous-
He green eyes blinked, the list went on. 38 convictions of federal law codes, Sentinel documentation and governmental codes, four resisting arrests, three obstruction of justices, and 14 trespassing. "Code 184" She frowned slightly, trying to remember, you hardly ever saw....hacking. "Computers" She frowned quickly. Small hand snapping the mouse to the top of her computer and closing everything. Deleting all computer cookies to where she had been before standing up. Small blue uniform walking quickly back to the holding cells to the right of the office. The ones for non dangerous temporary perpetrators.
His dark eyes opened as she walked back in. Raising both eyebrow at her slightly concerned expression. "Gene can I talk to you? Honestly?" She watched his sly scarred face fall from his strong grin to the rather expressionless look.
"What's the problem sweet heart?" He grinned at her, teasing her suddenly. Watching her green eyes stare at him as she moved closer to the bars.
"Did you know Jim's father?" She watched his dark eyes frown. Moving to a baffled almost what do you know? expression.
"Can't say I did."
"I am serious Gene!" He frowned at her fast snap. Concerned green eyes staring at him. "I said I wanted to talk seriously stop playing with me." She frowned watching him stand up. Strong scarred chest making him taller as he inhaled deeply walking over and leaning into the bars.
"No I don't. I never met him...better?" He cocked an eyebrow at her before a small lop sided grin.
"I looked up his file on the computer. Apparently he broke a lot of federal and governmental laws Gene. Both on Sentinel and...standard ones. A lot of...hacking. ones." She frowned slightly at him, watching his dark eyes just listen to her. "Jim's on the computer all the time. Does he do that too?" She frowned concerned at him watching his dark eyes just continue to look at her.
"Ask him."
"I am asking you!"
"I don't know." He frowned at her "How the hell am I supposed to know what he's doing on that damn thing." He frowned frustrated as he shoved off the metal bars and stood up. How could he expected to have answers like this.
"And I gave him the computer." She frowned, green eyes closing to her sigh as she silently regretted giving him one of his favorite toys.
"Daniella." Her green eyes opened looking at him. "He's not messing around. What's he got to hack?" He grinned at her, motion his hand towards everything. Sentinel was dead "Ever since I've known him he's never been to hot with breaking any laws." He chuckled lightly at her, watching her face relax some. "He wouldn't even have a record if it wasn't for me." He grinned at her watching her make a slow relieved smile.
"Who'd you harass?" She watched him dark eyes flick up at her. Slyly eyeing her.
"So detective. Sounds like you've been poking around in my file too am I right?" He shot a sly grin with his words and she smiled. That was a yes. "Some business guyI used to know." He grinned at her. "Jim didn't want to come but under the circumstances, he didn't have a choice." He cocked a sly smile, watching her relax.
"It's a big deal to break the kinda codes his father was." She watched him just shrug
"It say anything useful about the guy? Address? What about a Mrs. Hawking, did one of those pop up?" He watched her shake her head no. His head silently scowling. That damn kid had been right all along, Jim was a bastard. "Don't tell him." He watched her green eyes look up at him, frowning confused. "Look I know your all into having one of those healthy relationships. Where you tell him all the stuff you feel and that crap." He rolled his eyes watching her frown harder. "But I am telling you. You *don't* tell him." He frowned at her. Watching her green eyes take a small step back to his hard demanding voice. Dark eyes beating into her, almost threatening her.but not. "It's useless bad news, so he doesn't need it." His hard tone disappeared suddenly. Just a light -doesn't that make more sense?- tone running in as he flashed a light grin. Her thin red hair nodding lightly.
"...Fine then I won't tell him. But if he ever finds out, I never knew...alright?" Her concerned green eyes frowned at him watching him nod.
"Your secrets safe with me." He grinned watching her green eyes flicker at his word choice.
"His is too...isn't it?" His dark eyes snapped up at her, studying her suddenly. His quickly taken back alarmed look visible for a split second before disappearing behind the sly sure expressions. But it was too late, he had given it away. He knows, her head whisphered and she knew he knew she had caught it. His dark eyes just giving her a sly grin, watching her scrunch her nose at him lightly as he nodded at her. Indirectly telling her he wasn't going to contribute. His dark eyes closing as he turned around slumping back onto the cot listening to her leave.
"Damnt."
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"Well this is a nice welcome back." He growled lightly, unruly color opening the door to the warehouse, currently a soundless building of space. His dark eyes squinted annoyed before grinning as her raven black hair walked into the kitchen from the back door. Thin smooth arms caring a heavy paper bag of groceries. "Who would have thought I'd find you in here." He grinned at her. Strong scarred shoulders leaning into the kitchen doorway cocking a sly eyebrow at her as she jumped at his voice.
Mocha eyes snapping up slightly alarmed before smiling at him. "Gene" She smiled watching him chuckle as she dropped the small bunch of carrots back into the bag, quickly moving around the table. "I can't believe your drunk yourself to a stupor and couldn't run from the cops." She giggled at him watching his dark eyes shoot her a dull expression.
"Sounds like Jim was the one who told you huh?" He grinned at her, no doubt that was the blonde's exact words. He could already hear Jim, sighing them out exhausted but humored at the same time.
"Maybe it was." She giggled at him lightly. Looking back down at the paper bag of food. Thin hands reaching in and picking up the carrots and a grape fruit before looking up at him. His rough scarred hand gently moving over the back of her dress and soft butt.
"Come on." She watched him grin at her as he gently tugged her to the right. "I have spent the last four days sitting on my ass in jail." He grinned at her, tugging her lightly before gently stopping. Watching her mocha eyes look down quickly, a concerned look running over her face. "What's the matter?" He frowned, gently tugging her arm again as she didn't look up. His dark eyes glancing up and around, everything looked fine. "Is everything alright?" He frowned looking back down at her, taking a small step back as she turned around to him. Her small smooth mouth gapping at him lightly, as though she wanted to say something but kept failing.
"Gene I.." she trailed lightly, her words running out in a whisper. Dark eyes running to a hard concerned expression.
"Melfina, what is it?" He frowned, Jim would have said something if anything real important had happened. Even if they hadn't spoken since Jim left him to rot in jail without bail. Idiot Jim.
"Aisha came down and-"
"-Ahh." he growled suddenly. "What did she bust?" he frowned. "Don't tell me she brought that little monster of her's with her either did she?" He frowned, unruly color grinning ever so slightly as he slouched into the kitchen chair. Her mocha eyes frowning at him. "I don't care how cute you or Danny think Tyler is, he tried to bust a hole threw the wall." He frowned at her raising his eyebrows as he watched her make a small tisk sound at him.
"Gene he just wanted something to scratch." She frowned scolding him.
"Yeah well." He sighed. "Send him back to the empire. I sure they prize their scratching posts over there." He chuckled suddenly, idiot Aisha and her stupid idiot kid.
"Gene be nice." She frowned. "I miss Aisha and I like her here." He glanced up at her whined tone. "I don't want you to be rude to her, I want her to visit." He frowned lightly, sighing heavily as he nodded.
"Yeah alright. I won't say anything to insult the damn empire." He watched her smile approvingly at him.
"Good." He chuckled at her small comment, thin fingers pulling open the fridge and dropping the bunch of carrots into the vegetable draw. Those would be good for soup later.
"So what is it you had to say to me?" He grinned at her, watching her turn around. Dark eyes running back to her face from where he was watching her butt as she bent over.
"When Aisha was here I...talked to her...and I..." She frowned slightly as she trailed. "I was afraid to go by myself." She glanced up, watching his baffled expression continue to listen to her. "I didn't know why I wasn't...conceiving Gene." She watched him raise his eyebrows at her. Women talked about this? Openly? He frowned, here was another plus to being a guy. "Aisha went...I went to...the doctor said that..." She trailed lightly watching him start to frown more concerned now.
Don't tell me she can't! His head frowned hard, his scarred face focusing on remaining calm and reassuring so she kept talking. Damnt! Don't tell me she can't have kids! his mind swore hard.
"The doctor said I am fertile. I should be able to conceive fine." She watched him frown immediately. Dark eyes blinking as he looked at her.
"What?" He shot a baffled expression. "Well if that's true Mel. Don't you think you would have by now!? I mean." He sent her a sly lop sided grin. "It's not like we *haven't* been trying." He grinned at her, watching her small tongue just lick her lips as she gently inhaled.
"Gene. She said that maybe, I am not the one who...is having trouble." She watched him frown. "Maybe for some reason...you-"
"-Now just hold on a second Melfina." He frowned at her, hard tones running into his voice. "Are you trying to tell me they said your fine!? Completely fine!?" He raised his eyebrows with his hard tone, watching her nod.
"Gene they said I am exceptionally fertile, and they said if we aren't careful, we might have trouble with that later." He frowned immediately. Scarred face scowling at her, but it wasn't directed at her. That couldn't be right. *He* wasn't the problem.
Gene I-"
"-No, that's ridiculous Mel. You've seen me, I mean." He shook his head absently. How could he perform wrong? He knew all the tricks, how to make things last long, how to make them softer, harder, better, faster. Years of experience, lists of names, Jim knew, all the women. "That's ridiculous!" He shot at her, his scarred face shaking no. Just watching her concerned mocha eyes look at him. Their soft expression lightening as she took a step towards him. Slowly running her hands onto his shirt and chest, offering him a reassuring smile.
"This doesn't mean anything to me Gene." She smiled at him, watching his scarred face continue to stare lightly. As though he had just lost a fight and was trying to figure out which punch it was he threw wrong. At what time it actually turned bad. "Please say something to me." She whisphered up to his dark eyes as he looked down at her face. Her thin form pressing aginst him from where he leaned into the refrigerator. The heavy dread and stress this all was creating starting the M sound of her name in his mouth as the garage door opened.
"Hey I am...Gene." The blonde hair chuckled at him immediately. "I figured the police would have forgot about you and left you rot in jail." The dirty blonde hair and loose clothes grinned at them almost stopping dead with surprise as it walked in. Raven hair taking a step off him as his dark eyes simply watched the light skin and greasy clothes walk over to the stove and twist the small knob before frowning. "Aww cooome on." the light face growled slamming the top annoyed. "Stupid piece of crap."
He scowled underneath his blonde hair listening to the hollow busted sound the oven made as he kicked it before glancing back at Gene and Mel. They were both just looking at him. "What's the matter with you two?" He frowned, shooting a look at the raven hair and dark expressionless eyes.
"Jim?" She spoke his name gently. Listening to his mumbled -yeah- as he leaned around to look at the back of the oven. Jumping at the small ticking sound, but instead of an explosion only a burner lit up. Light face grinning as it pulled the pot of cold soup over it, before answering her with a glance. "Danny called and said she was going to stop by. I told her you'd be home now." The blue eyes frowned slightly, moving from her smooth face to Gene's dark expressionless eyes that looked as though they had just taken a blow to the stomach and were silently waiting to catch its breath.
"Well a...When did she call?" He sniffled lightly before clearing his throat, rubbing the back of his hand to his forehead to get some of the dirt off.
"An hour ago." She watched him raise his eyebrows, she should be there already. "No I got...it." She smiled lightly quickly moving forward and turning the stove back off as he made a move to touch more things. "Jim..." she watched him look at her. Grinning immediately under his filthy hair, knowing she was thinking about how dirty he was. His light face choking a laugh at her as she just continued to look at him before silently laughing as she smiled. Watching him shrug as he started for the door. Mocha eyes watching him send a punch into the right shoulder of the unruly color that ignored him as he walked by Dark eyes listening to the door shut before glancing down.
"Mel I.." he grinned at her before choking a small laugh. Watching her face relax and smile at him. "I'll go see what..." He trailed lightly listening to her thank you. Her smooth face happy he wasn't mad at her, she didn't mean to bring him news like this. His sly scarred face grinning at her before glancing down and grunting lightly. Eyeing the four fingers of the small fist printed into his shirt in light brown shades of dirt.
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She bit her bottom lip, giggling silently as she caught him in sight. Her white sneakers, dark jean Capri's and tight pink tank top stopping as she walked into the open garage. Watching the familiar blonde hair work. Her green eyes smiling as he silently argued with some mechanic du-hickey in his hand before it disappeared. The top of his body crawling back inside the large water tank. Her thin face giggling as she watched the seat of his pants move slightly as he worked. Thin red hair bouncing around her face as she quickly moved over to him. Sneaking up behind him as he worked before leaning down the top.
"Jim" She whisphered lightly, watching his body stop for a moment before pulling back. His light face grinning at her as it pulled out. "Guess what I did today." She giggled at him, stepping back quickly as he stood up. Dirt tumbling off him as he stood firm and strong with a darkened face smeared with oil and soot .
"What?" He grinned watching her smile brighter.
"Well first I released Gene." He laughed with her giggle. "Then I got to patrol the streets for four hours with my partner." She smiled at him and he gave her a grin as he wiped his eyes and mouth with the back of his arm before sniffling lightly.
"Four hours huh?" He chuckled.
"Shut up." She giggled. "It felt like a lot longer." She smiled watching his blonde hair just shake lightly at her, laughing at her. Blue eyes glancing down as she reached for his hand.
"I have oil and tank grease on me." He grinned at her lightly watching her shrug. Her smiling face raising her eyebrows at him as she held up a small bag. "What?" He grinned glancing at it before watching her quickly turn it upside down. His blue eyes looking down at the raggy white shirt, shampoo and lotion that fell out. "Ohh is that all for me?" He chuckled feeling her shove him lightly as she crouched down shoving the two bottles back in and tossing the bag a good distance away before pulling on the large white t-shirt. Thin hand picking up his wrench and sighing as she stood back up. Light greased face just watching her.
"So. What do I do?" She smiled at him watching him just look at her before grinning.
"Ah hahaaa" He laughed at her suddenly watching her green eyes just squint evilly at him. "Daniella are you serious? You don't want this on you." He chuckled his words at her watching her just dully look at him.
"Shut up or I'll hall your ass in for mocking a cop." She grinned at him watching him raise his eyebrows lightly.
"Sure you will." He chuckled lightly moving back into the hole of the tank, listening to her lean over him before moving up the small step latter and looking in from the top. Her green eyes giggling as she watched him stop working to look up at her before shaking his head and continuing to screw pieces of new replaced pipe into the rugged inside. "Unscrew every bolt you can find a foot down from the top." She smiled, listening to him call his directions up to her. Her green eyes pulling back slightly moving down to the first black bolt she could find. Frowning green eyes moving down to her shirt, somehow already smeared with a black soot like dirt, no wonder Jim looked like he just came out of a chimney.
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He watched her laugh, soft gray hair shaking at him as she grinned. "Gene I haven't seen you in what...five years?" She watched him grin lightly, her soft worn green eyes still as he remembered them. Her small thin body now closer to sixty but still alive and kicking. No doubt she knew all those doctor secrets and had been preparing her bones and veins since she was twenty.
"It's good to see you Judith." He grinned at her watching her nod as he backed into the familiar small green examining table from inside the clinic that hadn't changed either in the five years he had been away. "I.." he trailed lightly
"I know Gene." She smiled at him offering him a small folder. His dark eyes flashing her a baffled glance as he took it. "It is against the law to show you this but..." She shrugged lightly watching him open it. "It's a young woman's medical file." He smiled, it was Melfina's. His dark eyes running over all the charts and numbers she was healthy, perfectly healthy...and...fertile.
"I just don't understand it." He glanced back up at her. "We...I...I don't have any problem." He frowned at her watching her nod. His scarred face already more relaxed now that he knew for sure Mel was fine, but he really couldn't be the problem. It felt weird to talk about this outloud too, but...somehow, Jim seemed to have...broke Judith in...for the both of them.
"Well the first thing I am required to ask you is if you absolutely sure you want children." She watched him nod. "I always thought you should Gene." She smiled at him watching him just choke a small laugh.
"Is that true?" He motioned at the small file she held. "She's really *that* fertile?" He watched her worn green eyes glance down at it before looking back up at him.
"Gene your probably fit as a fiddle. It could be a question of how warm you are or maybe how much you've been drinking lately." She flashed him a sly smile watching a wide guilty grin appear. "I have a good friend who I could send you to down the hall if you'd be more comfortable." He watched her smile warmly as she spoke.
His scarred face grinning back a sigh "Maybe Jim's...not as dumb as I think he is." He chuckled watching eye squint more with a soft laugh. Gray hair nodding at him as she moved towards the counter. Understanding that was an indirect -I am gonna stick with you- answer. His dark eyes watching her, before flashing a dull -I knew this was coming- look as she handed him a small sample container.
"You'll be fine." She watched him cock an eyebrow at her as she gave his shoulder a strong pat. "The bathroom is down the hall three doors and on your right."
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"Daniella?" He heard himself echo lightly from inside the black tank. "Go get the metal thing that has three holes in it and two long stick-ie things." He grinned repeating her observation of the most useful wrench he had ever found. She had to know what it was if he repeated her description. "Ok?" He strained his words lightly now, watching the black oil smear off his hands and onto the clear shiny pipe he was tightening. His light arm shaking ever so slightly as his muscles worked twisting so it wouldn't leak...ever. "Hey?" He sighed pulling out of the tank to look around. Sniffling lightly before grabbing the small rag and wiping some of the crap off his hands. His blue eyes glancing over at her bare feet and thin legs hanging his car door from where she was lying inside.
He stood up, clearing his throat as he walked over, grinning down at her sleeping green eyes. "Aww and you didn't get dirt all over my seats." He smiled, looking at the few smears, but she probably tried really hard if that's all there was. He chuckled, blue eyes glancing up fast at the small noise before grinning.
"Well well." Mike's familiar dark face grinned. "Long time no see...Working hard Mr. Wizard?" He chuckled.
"I am fixing a water tank." He grinned flicking the small rag back over to the dirty mess as he moved towards the strong white wife beater and dark black jeans. "Mike." He grinned. "You should come up more cause I don't think Gene's coming down anymore." He chuckled watching the dark face grin at him. Black eyes running over his blonde hair and dirty body.
"You look like shit." The strong face laughed watching him chuckle as he nodded.
"Yeah well." He sighed. "Come on in." He grinned, stepping back some, listening to the strong walking behind him. "Gene's out. You looking for him?" He glanced back. Blue eyes studying the dark face that sighed as it looked around before landing on him.
"Yeah, but I guess I can talk to your ugly face instead." He grinned, blonde hair flashing a humored look to the dark face following him into the garage more. "I guess since I am already here. I could seek the advice of a great wizard." he grinned watching the dark eyes flick their eyebrows at him, teasing softly.
"Yeah." His blonde hair sighed. " Do I have to clean up to give advice?" He sighed watching the dark face laugh.
"Yes."
Her sighed harder "Danny's asleep over there. I am gonna run in and shower alright?" He motioned with his hands towards the thin red hair sleeping in his car before shifting his hands back to his hips.
"I'll give you ten minutes. Then we gotta go." He watched the blue eyes frown slightly confused before nodding and heading towards the garage door, disappearing inside. His strong dark form watching before moving towards the water tank taking up most of the side of the garage. His dark eyes grinning down at the small Capri's and large filthy white shirt sleeping. Thin red hair and oil smeared cheek admitting soft breathing as he chuckled, slouching into the side of the car to wait.
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"Danny going into the water heating business." The deep voice chuckled at him, watching his blonde hair laugh as it walked along side of him. The soft pinks and blues running through the sky as the sun started to set. Finally running away around nine after another five or so hours of setting.
"No. She's a cop." He grinned watching the tight muscled wife beater nod.
"So I've heard." He grinned watching the blonde hair, loose lime green shirt and baggy blue jeans pull open the door to the small hardware store in front of them. Blue eyes glancing back.
"You've heard huh?" He grinned watching the strong face nod. "She's going to be one of those street cops." He sighed lightly turning around to the strong form fallowing him in to buy pipe parts. "Says that's what her dad would have wanted."
The dark face grinned at him, moving around the lime color of his shirt into one of the small short isles. "Good for her. Huh. Mr. Wizard?" He glanced up, the blue eyes on the other side of the aisle running over parts on the shelves. They didn't answer. "I have heard, when the woman is happy, the man is happy too." The blue eyes glanced up grinning before choking a small laugh. Blonde hair ruffling lightly as it shook it's head.
"Who told you that?" He grinned...damnt. Tank seals where 4.50 each now?
"I read it in my fortune cookie."
"AHha" he laughed, blue eyes glancing up as he grabbed a few rubber rings.
"My lucky numbers were 6, 9, 10, 21,25, 29 and 32." The blue eyes laughed some more, heading towards the cash register. "How do you suppose that is?" He grinned. "I could understand one number. Or three numbers, but those few were the only ones I could remember." He chuckled lightly watching the blonde hair look at him as the light hand tossed the parts on to the counter.
"There were more?" The blue eyes shot him a skeptical look watching his dark face grin.
"Think someone can have that much luck Mr. Wizard?" The blue eyes shrugged, pulling Wong out of the loose jeans they wore before handing some to the woman behind the register. "Cause I've been thinking. Maybe I do and I just haven't noticed it yet." The blue eyes glanced at him, frowning slightly as they took the small paper bag. "Wouldn't want to waste that, so I'd thought I'd ask." The lime green shirt stood there looking at him, expressionless light face listening.
"Maybe you should ask Gene, he seems to have more going on with luck and intuition." The blue eyes rolled lightly backing into the glass door and pushing it out with his weight.
"I thought you said Gene was out?" The dark eyes grinned at his blonde hair as he turned around.
"He is."
"You happen to know where he went...Mr. Wizard?" The dark eyes raised their eyebrows at him lightly. Watching the blonde hair slowly start shaking no before answering more forcefully. "That cause you two aren't talking yet?" the blue eyes looked away.
"He's pissed at me cause I didn't help him bust outa jail." The blue eyes frowned moving down the sidewalk in the sweet orange light the sun admitted. Blonde hair stopping to look back at him.
"I have heard the greatest kings of our past have needed some help from time to time Mr. Wizard,." The blue eyes frowned slightly, watching Mike's strong muscled white shirt and jeans head over to him. His light face grinning slightly as the strong dark fist sent a punch into his shoulder. "That is why I know you won't take offence when I tell you wizards fall under the same category as kings...sometimes."
His strong face grinned, watching the blue eyes become slightly concerned. "Well what kinda help do they usually need?" The blue eyes stood still listening, before shifting to the side as they spoke.
"I admit busting out a jail is an important and sig.nif.e.cant event, but there is something going down here Mr. Wizard you all but missed out on." The blue eyes frowned more puzzled now. "I happen to know by word a mouth. There is a very nice and very classy young babe with dark black hair and skin as smooth as the that of a silk. Who would make a man crumble at her very touch Mr. Wizard." The blue eyes flashed a -that's good- expression "A woman who I hear would make a man prepare himself to give his life to her. A woman, who has recently acquired the knowledge that she is...very fertile." The blue eyes blinked fast. Running to a baffled expression as the dark skin chuckled deeply.
"She's fertile?"
"That could not be more right. I knew coming to a wizard would help me solve my friends problem." His dark face grinned watching the blue eyes absorb the hints. "You see my friend has been trying to grace the world with a child." The blue eyes widened slightly. "But still, she does not conceive." The dark eyes blinked slowly, staring into the blonde hair and light face looking up at him. "So I have come to ask a wizard, if she can not grow his seed, but she is fertile..." He trailed slightly watching the blue eyes glance down, frowning slightly.
"Gene didn't tell me any of this." The blonde hair shook no absently. Blue eyes looking back up at Mike's strong dark face.
"Maybe, he hasn't been talking cause he's got so much on his mind." The dark eyebrows raised at him. Telling him, but asking him at the same time. The blonde hair started walking, moving towards the sidewalk back towards home, and his car.
"When did he tell you all this Mike?" The blue eyes frowned turning around.
"Two days ago." The blonde frowned harder, glancing at him. "I just thought I would let it slip." Blue eyes scrunching anxious, starting down the sidewalk again. "Cause I never really came looking for Gene, I've known where he be at the whole time." The blonde hair stopped, turning to look at him dead on. "I'll take that." His blue eyes snapped down to the small paper bag Mike was taking from him. "I just thought Gene would like...a friend to go with him. To see how strong his seeds be. Even if he to proud to ask." His blue eyes shot up, moving slightly as Mike offered a strong reassuring punch into his shoulder. "You might want to drive, since Gene decided to walk. He'll be grateful you brought the car, even though he won't say it Mr. Wizard." His black eyes grinned, as the blonde hair started nodding down at the sidewalk in thought. Slowly looking up with a grateful smile before heading down the street.
"Just drop the parts on the floor! If Dan's still there tell her I'll call!" He heard Mike's deep voice laugh from behind him as he started running. All that had been happening right in front of him and he didn't even notice. His blue eyes frowned. Someone had to pay the bills and with the way Gene had been, it was left up to him. AHh, his head scowled, that was no excuse, and with what Mike said, Gene sounded like he had a better one for not working then he had for not noticing.
The Snack that Smiles Back is Goldfish
Divine Angel
__*~*~*~PRESENT DATE~*~*~*__ His dark eyes blinked, waking up, still leaning against the cold concrete of the jail cell. Scarred face frowning immediately as he looked around, nothing but the empty bunk bed to his right as he watched the blonde hair walk back in to the cops holding open the metal doors. Blue eye heading directly to the bottom bunk and flopping onto it annoyed. "Hey?" He frowned slightly watching them look up at him. "Where.."
"You scumbag Gene." The blue eyes frowned at him, watching the dark eyes grin at the small fingers that suddenly flashed at him. Heavily coated with the dark black ink used to pull his fingerprints. "Thanks to you I just started my criminal file." The blue frowned at him watching his scarred shoulders shrug.
"Congratulations." He grinned, chuckling lightly at the irritated growl before glancing over as it stopped short. Follow the gaze of the blue eyes before sitting up quickly. Dark raven hair and bright Ctarl Ctarl eyes moving down the hall towards their cell.
"Gene you birdbrain!" She hissed immediately watching his grinning dark eyes completely ignore her as he focused on Melfina. "Just be happy that neither companies decided to press charges against your worthless human hides." She growled lightly watching the blue eyes grin at her as he let out a small laugh. Her bright eyes flicking up at him immediate, frowning. "What's so funny!?" She snapped watching him grin harder. "Jim there isn't any hot water on the ship!" She frowned at him watching him nod.
"They're not pressing charges?" His dark voice grinned watching Melfina's mocha eyes smile at him. Smooth feminine hands reaching through the cold metal as she smiled at him. No doubt Fred wouldn't press charges.
"Mr. Lou and Morgan and Vicson Incorporated didn't press charges Gene." She smiled "That's good news." Her mocha eyes dipped down quickly before watching him cock an eyebrow at her.
"Yeah" he grinned "That's good news alright Melfina." He watched her just continue looking at him. As if the strong metal wasn't between them, giggling slightly as he suddenly grinned. Not sure why, he just did.
"Gene if they aren't pressing charges we should get out of here by tonight." He watched the blonde hair shove him slightly, to make sure it had all of his attention as it spoke.
"WEll Aisha's leaving with or without you puny humans if you aren't!" She frowned at them suddenly watching the puzzled blue eyes and annoyed unruly color look up at her. "Aisha got things to do and people to see and Gilliam is going to bring me there." She grunted triumphantly watching the scarred eyes squint.
"Aisha you wouldn't" She glanced down at the skeptical blonde hair frowning slightly.
"Don't patronize me Jim." She smiled, watching his blonde hair ruffle as he shook his head.
"Oh Aisha lets wait." He chuckled as Melfina turned to the teasing Ctarl suddenly. "I don't want to.leave them behind." She frowned concerned before turning toward the laughing blonde hair. Unruly color chuckling lightly at her, how cute. She was the only one who actually thought Aisha might leave them for a second. Her mocha eyes frowning quickly as the bright peach fur only squeaked at her. Hugging her slightly as it squeaked a -she wouldn't dare to leave them behind when they could perform all the manual labor for her-. Her soft smooth face smiling lightly, glancing back up at the rest of her crew (minus Suzuka who had sent word she would not be joining them for another six months.) It would only be some eight hours before they were released and then about a days ride back to Sentinel three.
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"Daniella?" She frowned slightly, letting her green eyes continue to scan over the small folder as she read. Slowly turning around to the familiar smiling teal hair of the young eighteen year old. "You don't have to read that, I already told you I would take care of all of your fathers projects." He grinned at her. Watching her brilliant sixteen year old green eyes just smile at him. Lightly running over his blue cop uniform and badge as she looked down.
"I know I know." she sighed heavily watching him take the file as he grinned at her. "I just can't help it Cameron" Her green eyes looked up. Leaning back into the hard wood of her fathers old office desk from inside the police station. Her soft eyes floating to the photos and degrees on the wall. They had said he was one of the best cops they ever had, one of the best chiefs they ever had. She smiled again, looking back at the strong blue uniform from above her light pink dress and small white sandals. She had known Cameron since he was six or so, and from then till now, it seemed like forever. He was her fathers right hand man, her mothers favorite choice. He grinned at her again.
"Danny look, if you really want to become more involved.." he shrugged lightly watching her smile at him. "Come down, we could always use another good cop." He grinned at her.
"Oh come on." She giggled suddenly "You know I could never be a good cop." She giggled lightly watching him shift his weight, slightly moving in towards her as he never averted from her beautiful eyes. "I am not a good fighter."
"Alright alright." He chuckled lightly. "Play the weak girl card with me, I'll take it." She giggled suddenly. "You're a good fighter, and if your not maybe you'd be a good shot." He shrugged. "Either way, seeing you around the office more would make work much more enjoyable." He grinned at her watching her look down slightly.
"It's good to see you again Cameron." She smiled as she looked back up. "But I'll have to think about it alright. I don't know if I am strong enough to be a cop" She shrugged lightly leaning off the desk as his smile lightened, disappointed.
"It just looks tricky, all you have to do is focus." He grinned at her again watching her smile suddenly brighten.
"Really...Someone once told me, all I had to do was kick." She giggled watching the slightly baffled air run over his face. "I got to go." She smiled moving around him as he continued looking at her. Green eyes smiling back at him as she turned to look as he lightly grabbed her arm.
"Wait. This weekend, I am off duty. We could get something to eat, or see a movie. Maybe you should stay up town a little more." He frowned slightly looking at her. "Downtown is dangerous Danny.I just don't like you down there." He watched her slowly move her arm back as he released it, green eyes just smiling at him.
"Don't worry about me Cameron." She giggled her words softly as she opened the door. "I am a good kicker." He grinned at her wink. "And I am really handy with a gallon of milk." She giggled shutting the door and heading out of the familiar and welcoming police station. He frowned slightly watching her go. Her stunning 5'5 figure, 110 in her thin light pink sundress and white sandals. It was a simple dress, she wasn't showing off and attracting attention, but that's what made is so attractive. He didn't ask her where she was going as she started leaving. The answer was always the same. -Starwind and Hawking Enterprises Cameron. Where else would I go downtown?-
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Campbell's is...mm mm good...eww what is that? His blue eyes frowned as he opened the fridge, something was rotting away in the back right corner. "Campbell's is.." he trailed lightly shoving the milk to the back disgusted before grabbing the small dish of Mel's fish from last nigh. "Mm mm good." He grinned chuckling at the stupid jingle.
"I didn't know you liked it so much. Which one do you think is better Jim?" She smiled watching him turn around with the fish as she giggled at him. Mocha eyes watching his sixteen year old blonde hair stop moving to look at her from where he had been lightly dancing to no music. His light face only grinning as he opened the microwave sliding in the fish while nodding to Mel's question of whether the lemon juice or canned marination tasted better.
"What color is the marinating sauce?" He shrugged lightly watching her look at him as she slowly filled the sink with warm water. Dark raven hair eyes watching the soap squeeze into it before glancing at him.
"It's the one that comes in that small jar. It's brown...brick red." He frowned slightly.
"The lemon juice then. I didn't like the part with the red stuff on it Mel." She frowned slightly watching him open the microwave again, pulling out the dish as she sighed.
"Not the ones with the marinating sauce." Her quite voice repeated his statement, a personal note to never buy that again. "No one liked that one." She flashed him a puzzled look as he turned around holding the plate while cramming pieces into his mouth with a fork. Not offering any other response other then the small noise he made chewing. "I think Aisha was the only one." She frowned slightly with a sigh.
"Yeah-ah." he choked lightly swallowing as he held up a finger to let her know he was trying to talk. His blue eyes blinking slightly as he choked on her fish before clearing his throat. "When is...when is Aisha getting back?" He frowned at her slightly watching her look back down at the sink moving their small green washcloth around a cup slowly.
"Not for another few weeks...I think.." She trailed lightly, mocha eyes looking into the sink as he frowned. Watching her slightly damp hand run off the counter and over the bottom of her stomach slowly as she thought. Almost forgetting he was there before jumping as she heard him walk out. Letting out a quick giggle to the -Smile You've got frenches!- He declared in the living room.
He grinned under his unruly red hair as he came down the stairs. Watching the sixteen year old slouch into the couch now baggy blue jeans, red t- shirt, blonde hair and plate off.he frowned...that was his fish. "Lazy ass." He chuckled lightly watching the blue eyes glance in his direction, chewing.
"Gene." the blue frowned slightly. "Do you know how high the volume goes on this piece of crap?" The blue hair chewed watching him flash a baffled expression as the light hand flicked the remote frowning lightly. A sly grin running over his face, he knew what Jim was hitting at. The blue eyes looked back over at him. "Not high enough." Frowned as they ran the volume up to a pathetic eleven. Hardly high enough to make it over a shout from the upstairs attic, never mind the low moans and squeaking mattress it had been trying to tune out for the last hour and forty minutes. His blue eyes frowning slightly, Gene was mocking him. Fully aware he was unwilling to leave the phone until that slob called to let him know when the radiator was in.
He chuckled grinning hard as he started for the kitchen listening to -the snake! That smiles back is goldfish.- Both the blonde hair and TV singing to the annoying commercial channel, pathetically the most interesting thing to watch. "Hey." He grinned at her, watching her mocha eyes lightly glance up as he moved behind her. Rough scarred hands running over her smooth shoulders hugging her gently as she felt more of his weight lean in with his strong sigh. "What color?" He grinned, dark eyes closed listening to the soft sizzling sound the soap bubbles made slowly dissolving into the water.
"It wasn't blue." She felt her heart sink slightly as the scarred hands suddenly disappeared. Unruly color walking towards the fridge and opening it. "Gene I.." she stopped, watching his unruly color just shake no as he stood back up with a can of soda. His scarred face frowning away from her as he drank before glancing up and relaxing slightly.
"Mel." He grinned suddenly as he shrugged. "Can't do anymore then your already doing." He grinned at her watching her lightly stressed raven hair nod slowly as she turned back to the sink. Maybe that was so, but it didn't feel like it. Every time they had to wait. It was bad enough he was beginning to look disappointed and skeptical because she was bioandroid. But every time the hopeful blue line to the small white pregnancy test never appeared. It just wasn't working.
She glanced up at him as he suddenly set the small can of soda down and started for the door. Blue eyes grinning at him as they sat by the phone, chuckling lightly at the scarred form that had grown accustomed to it not moving for the past two days waiting for the call. Dark eyes frowning slightly to the -did you know their made with real cheese did you know that they were fishes...the snack...- He groaned.
"Jim will you shut up all ready!" He growled listening to the small snicker behind him as the cool cheap handle to the front of the warehouse ran under his scarred palm pulling it open.
"Hi." She smiled at him watching his unruly red hair grin down at her light pink sundress and green eyes immediately.
"Jim's moved out." He chuckled at her watching her smile. "Go away, he said he needed more women and took up a cult down by the strip bars!" He chuckled raising his voice so the blonde hair would hear him. Blue eyes suddenly turning around to look at him from where they sat on the couch.
"Gene cut it out." she giggled pushing at him lightly as he continuously blocked her way in. "Your such a moron!" She laughed watching his scarred face grin at her before moving to the blonde hair shoving him aside as it smiled at her. His unruly red hair starting back for the kitchen listening to the low mumbling before the giggling green eyes spit how she drove some twelve miles down here to see him and all he has to say is something about goldfish!?
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"What would you say if I became a cop?" She glanced at him from where she was leaning into his stomach. The smooth apulstry of his car running along the sides of her arms and slightly against her legs as they leaned into the backseat. Their legs leaning up and hanging over the door, visible on the outside to the rest of the garage.
He looked at her, letting his blue eyes slide away from where he was watching her leg move slightly where she was bouncing her foot. "You want to be a cop?"
She shrugged at his simple question. She was hoping it would reveal more about his opinion but it didn't. It was simply said as a simple question. "I don't know. My dad was a cop. People say I should be a cop too." She frowned slightly as he sat up. Her thin pink dress sliding off the side of him into the seat.
"Gene said I should be a trapezist once but you don't see me doing it." He grinned at her watching her giggle.
"I take it that means you wouldn't want me to be a cop." He shrugged leaning into the back of the seat. Blue eyes looking down at her as she smiled up at him. "So you don't mind?" He grinned at her, at times like this, he didn't care. He didn't care about anything, because it was like being someplace else with her. Just the two of them. "Jim." She propped herself up onto her elbows looking at him. "I really think I would like to be a cop." She frowned slightly watching him grin at her as she spoke.
"Your a good kicker."
She giggled. "I could be a good fighter. And a good shot too. I...I want my dad to be proud of me." She frowned slightly watching his blue eyes look away from her as he sighed.
"If you became a cop...what would you have to do?" He frowned now looking at her.
"I wouldn't have to leave." She watched his face brighten immediately. Blue eyes looking down at her hand which slowly slipped into his. "I would start training...I already have some of it. And Cameron would be there to help me." She watched a quick frown snap at his face as she mentioned Cameron. "But that's all he would do. Just help me, build my career." She flashed a reassuring grin watching him continue to look at her skeptically.
"Cameron is the acting director of the police Danny." He frowned, what was that supposed to mean. -Build my career- in the movies Gene had brought home that usually meant.... He frowned. "Do you like him?" She frowned immediately. Thin pink cotton sitting up to face him better, he was just looking at her. "Do you."
"Jim.." She trailed lightly as she glanced down. Did she like him?
He watched her green eyes glance back up at him before she smiled. The smile he had known since he was four, the same true -I'll still be smiling when you turn around- look. The same spark of true happiness in her eyes. "Do you care for me?" She watched him blink fast, blue eyes snapping a frown at her.
"Cut it out. Answer my question." He frowned at her watching her smile ease slightly, but it stayed.
"Why don't you answer mine?" She frowned lightly now, watching him shake his head no.
"Danny if you like him you should start spending-"
"-More time with him and less with you!?" He stopped as she snapped the end of his sentence fast. Frowning green eyes staring at him. "You think your so smart Jim." Her green eyes squinted at him as she pulled off the small portion of his jeans that were still touching her. "Well you know what!? Your not ok? Your just not."
He frowned watching her thin red hair shake no as she stood up, stepping over the side of the car to get out. "What!?" Her frowned green eyes snapped back at him. "Why can't you answer me?" She watched his frown lighten to an almost upset expression as she suddenly sunk back down.
Sweet green eyes leaning into his face as she balanced on the edge of the seat he sat on. Crouching before him "Why won't you let me?" She watched his hand snap at her wrist as she moved it towards his chest. Blue eyes never altering from her face as he stared at her. "Your hurting me." The grip lightened immediately to her small whisper. Blue eyes glancing down to the whitened shades of her skin made out in the form of his fingers before slowly disappearing to nothing. Green eyes glancing back up at him as he looked back up towards her face. Letting the changing tones of her skin slide out of focus as his slid back in. "Mm" She squeaked lightly feeling his hard grip snap at her thin arms yanking her into him. The warm soft touch of his lips running over hers, sucking her thin moist skin in ever so slightly before faltering as she sat down. Letting her weight straddle his hips from where he sat. The small cotton threads of his shirt running under her fingertips as she traced them down the sides before reaching the bottom. Letting them slip inside to his firm soft stomach. Feeling the lines to his abs tighten and contract as her soft fingers met his bare skin.
"Ahno." Her green eyes snapped back up. The back of the front seat running along her shoulders as he pushed her off suddenly. Watching her lean back into the seat. "Dan just..." he trailed slightly, blue eyes trying to say something else as they froze under the blonde hair shaking no.
"Fine." Her green eyes glanced down as she quickly straightened her dress, standing up over him. Blue eyes sighing as they continued to look to the side before closing as his head leaned back into the seat. Listening to the scuff of the light leather sandal against the metal of the car door as she stepped on it before hopping out. Blue eyes opening quickly watching her open the garage door before walking out to the -I am *going* to be a cop!- called back to him.
She lightened her face immediately, watching the familiar scarred features lazily lounging in the kitchen chair cock an eyebrow at her. One dark eye barely opening enough to eye her with a lazy -what's all the door slamming about?- Unruly color watching her green eyes just look at him before heading towards the stairs and heading up them to the bedroom he still shared with the blonde hair. He frowned, idiot Jim, it wasn't like that wasn't his room too.
"Gene" She sighed heavily as she walked back in. Raven hair sending a small frown to the unruly color still slouching into the small wooden chair. Still the exact same way she had left him. One dark eye opening slightly to cock at her before quickly standing up. Scarred hand snapping the small white pregnancy test from her before frowning down at the small gray line. The small gray *not* pregnant line. "I just don't understand it."
She watched the frowning scarred face flick up at her before lazily sending the small white tester into the trash. Ahh, his head groaned, this was another one of those times he was supposed to do something or say something significant. He frowned. "I am going out..." Her concerned mocha eyes snapped up immediately, blinking lightly under the raven hair that ruffled to her absent no. Watching his scarred form lazily pick up his cape as he headed towards the door to the slurred ...to get a drink that followed before it shut.
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"Uncle Jim?" He groaned, blue eyes rolling slightly, letting his view of the motor parts and cement garage floor blur as he started pulling out from under the car.
"What?" He groaned moving under the hard metal parts. Deep black color smearing onto his raggy gray t-shirt as he sat up. Feeling the hard metal surface to the underneath of the car rub into his chest slightly before the rest of the garage and annoying four foot figure came back into view.
The bright cyan eyes blinked, small peach furred, cat nosed and bright strained Ctarl Ctarl patiently waiting for his head to resurface from under Uncle Jim's prized possession as he stood. "Uncle Jim I am hungry, do you have any fish?" The blue eyes frowned at him
"Kid I am not your uncle ok? You gotta trust me on this one." His light face grinned suddenly watching the un-entertained cyan eyes just stare back at him.
"Mommy says you are." They frowned slightly.
"Your mom is pulling your leg. Do I *look* like a Ctarl Ctarl?" He chuckled lightly now, watching the little nose twitch, irritated with his constant arguing he wasn't the uncle.
"Mom says you lost all your hair cause you didn't eat all your dinner." The blue eyes frowned at him suddenly, watching the small fur face just grin as it stood there before taking a step back as he stood up. Bright cyan eyes looking up at him, uncle Jim was really tall.
"I ate the rest of the fish. You want something else?" The bright hair nodded. "Like what?" The small shoulders shrugged. "Like a...sandwich?" They shrugged. "..Like a...some soup?" They shrugged, watching the blue eyes frown slightly. "Like some cereal?"
"What do you want to eat?"
"I am not hungry." He shook his head no lightly, watching the cyan eyes flash him a skeptical look as he walked past it heading to the kitchen. Maybe the kid would know what it wanted in there.
"Mom says your going to die of starvation like the idiot you live with." The blue eyes frowned at him as they glanced back. "Mom says if Mel didn't stay here to cook, idiot Gene would eat his own clothes."
The light soft fur walked into his leg as he stopped walking, frowning down. "Does Aisha ever say anything good about Gene?" The cyan eyes looked up.
"You mean idiot Gene?"
"They're the same person." He sighed, cool handle to the garage door running under his hand as he shoved it out, walking in with the small paws following him. "Idiot is an adjective."
"Is that like an uncle?...Uncle Jim?"
"I am not your uncle." He frowned lightly as he pulled open the fridge. "Do you want something to drink instead?" The small patch of light hair ruffled slightly as the cyan color watched him.
"What do you want to eat?" the face smiled at him suddenly, watching his blue color sink to a dull expression.
"I already said I am not hungry." this was getting annoying.
"Mom says you *are* my uncle and you just lost all your hair." His blue eyes frowned suddenly, standing up.
"Look Tyler." The soft peach fur of bright eyes and small cat nose smile at his frustration. "I thought you said you wanted to eat-"
"-Tyler!" The small patch of light hair turned around immediately, looking back as his blue eyes snapped up to watch Daniella's thin red hair walk into the kitchen. Letting the small t-shirt and jeans run into her arms as she hugged the small Ctarl Ctarl. "I didn't know you where here" She smiled watching the bright cyan eyes nod at her.
"Mom let me stay so she could talk to aunt Melfina." The green eyes giggled suddenly before glancing up at Jim's frowning light face and greasy clothes.
"Aww that's nice...Was uncle Jim getting you something to eat?" She giggled harder watching the blue eyes squint at her as she reinforced the uncle bit.
"Yes. But he wouldn't give me anything." The green eyes giggled harder watching the blonde hair groan before moving as she took the fridge door.
He frowned, in one second she had decided and served what Tyler would eat. It probably took more time for us to get out of the garage then it did for her to heat up the stupid pork chop. He blinked lightly watching her green eyes finally look at him from where she had been ignoring him the entire five minutes it took for her to make the small five year old Ctarl his third lunch. "Your mad I am going to be a street cop." She frowned staring into the microwave as she stated her opinion matter o' factly. Watching the small mug slowly turn in the poorly illuminated box. He had been irritated all three weeks of training. Not that she needed it, she had been around cops since forever. She knew all the terms, all the codes, all the rules...the three weeks was merely for paperwork show.
"No." He watched her glance up at his irritated tone. "I never said I was."
"But your mad at me."
"I didn't say that either." He frowned watching her green eyes shoot a squint at him.
"Your not mad?" She watched his blonde hair nod. "So your just acting like you are for fun." She frowned, glancing back at the microwave. "I really want-"
"-I just don't like Cameron." He blinked suddenly, he didn't like Cameron? His mind stumbled suddenly...since when!?...since....he blinked slowly, watching her lightly concerned face stare back at him...since always. Cameron was...better.
"Why not?" She shook her head lightly letting her soft hand slide off the microwave. Watching him as he didn't answer. Cameron was...was...better. Better...better home, better job, better financially, better with...being...allowing to...with being...intiment...with..
"I don't know." Her green eyes blinked fast. Watching him frown slightly as he talked, her mind scanning fast. He doesn't think I'll..
"You worry I will go off with Cameron?" Her small thin red eyebrows raised. Making her soft green eyes expand slightly, looking as though she was talking to the five year old Ctarl. Asking him if he wanted more to drink, same tone and everything.
She's mocking me, he frowned. "Look I *never* said *anything* about *you* and Cameron. All I said was I don't like him. It has absolutely nothing to do with you and him." He frowned, it has something to do with me and him, his mind finished. Blonde hair moving around her as he opened the cabinet. Feeling the cool surface of the glass mug slide under his fingers as he pulled it out. Green eyes looking down at the counter as he sat it down. Reaching over for the instant coffee as she opened the microwave. He stopped, looking down at the mug she slid to him.
"I already did." Her green eyes didn't look up with the coffee but his flicked up at her face. She had already made him coffee. "Cameron isn't better then you Jim." He winced, thin red hair continuing to look away from him as she left. Walking back to the living room where she had been flipping through the large collection of recipes Mel had accumulated. Separating from what had been tried, what had never been tried, what they liked, and what they hated. Secretly noting all the ones she remembered him liking the best.
He was glad she didn't look back, it probably looked like someone just stabbed him. Blue eyes snapping at the counter disgusted, stupid Daniella...no...stupid Cameron. That guy had a lot of nerve. He knew she was always there, he knew she was always with him. You think that would have been enough to tell him to back off. He frowned harder, blue eyes glaring down at the mug of coffee, lots of sugar, lots of cream just the way he liked it. Just the way she knew how to make it...how ironic...that was light too...Gene took his coffee black.
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"Damnt!" He growled watching the bright shine of the metal wrench smear out of view as it slipped off the bolt fast and hard. Slamming his hand into the warm engine with his own force that had been tightening the stupid piece of crap. "Gilliam!" He snapped, blue eyes growling over to the small can lazily watching him from the work bench. "Where is my other wrench?" He frowned watching the small arms shrug at him. His blue eyes squinting harder, damn personality chips...his mind growled. Since they were installed Gilliam seemed to be getting...lazier. He shrugged more and spit comments like, have you looked where you last left it?
"Jim?" His frown disappeared immediately watching Daniella's smiling green eyes lean into the open garage doorway. "Gene is on the phone."
"What?" She watched his baffled expression. "What's he want?"
She shrugged. "I didn't ask. I figured since he hasn't been back in some ten hours, I didn't want to know what he was doing." She watched him flash her a skeptical look, dropping the wrench he was holding back into the worn toolbox as he started over. Gene was with Mel now, the outlaw hadn't been to those kinda bars in weeks. "You know, in case he's started a gang that's out to take all the sexy women hostage" She giggled lightly watching him choke a small laugh as he picked up the phone. Lazily leaning into the kitchen wall before sighing heavily as the deep voice started talking on the other line. His light face growling slightly before letting out an annoyed, exhausted -Whaaat?!-
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The sly face grinned at him immediately. His face flashing a dull look, glaring at the unruly color that stood as he came in. Watching him from the other side of the metal bars inside the police station. "Gene come on. We don't have this kinda money to waste." His blue eyes sighed immediately watching the sly scarred features just lazily lean into the strong metal rods.
"Jim I would have ran if I could." He chuckled suddenly, watching the blue eyes just growl at him. It wasn't his fault what's his face and...what's his face decided to have a...fight...er...tear up the bar and he was too drunk.er...too tired to do anything and was still there when the cops showed. "How lucky is my bail?" he chuckle slyly
"One thousand wong lucky." The blue eyes glared at him from under the blonde hair that was slightly bent down. Baggy dark blue jeans and gray t- shirt arms crossed over it's chest.
The scarred shoulder shrugged. "Yeah right, guess it's my good intuition that says we have some stashed in the bottom dresser draw." He grinned watching the blue eyes continue to just look at him, slightly annoyed.
"Yeah right. Your good intuition I saved it there huh?" The dark eyebrow cocked at him. "Gene we can't use that, we need it." He frowned.
"What?!" He shot an annoyed baffled expression.
"Danny says they're only gonna hold you for four days cause you didn't contribute to any of the damage." He shrugged lightly, blue eyes traveling over to the dull white paint that was suddenly more interesting. He didn't need to look at Gene to see the expression.
"Jim you have got to be kidding me?" The voice was irritated all right.
"We need it." He frowned weakly and it didn't last, dissolving with the pause of silence that continued to become longer. Dark reckless eyes glaring at him annoyed. Ahh why doesn't he say anything...he frowned staring at the paint before snapping back at the scarred face that was just as he invisioned it. Dark eyes squinting with the annoyed -I would kick your ass if these bars weren't in my way- expression. "We do." He frowned slightly, they needed it alright.
"You mean to tell me that righteous law enforcing babe of yours isn't going to cut us a deal?" The dark eyebrow cocked at him again, watching his baffled expression. "She knows we need to work. Are you telling me she's just going to let *you* do it *all by yourself* for a week?"
"Four days Gene." The blue eyes snapped back at the sly tone.
"A week.four days." The scarred shoulder shrugged "What's the difference." This was reverse psychology
"Come on Gene cut it out." He made a face. "That's her job, it's not like she does it as a hobby." He frowned that was Danny's career, she couldn't just go releasing people when she felt like it.
"Yeah and all the time you tell people you need to replace the *whole engine* for an additional 700 Wong...that's part of your job?" The blue eyes snapped at him.
"That's not the same."
"Oh it isn't?" The scarred face frowned at him, unruly color pulling back from the bars to slouch into the cot. "Why don't you try staying here for four days...see how you like it Jim."
He glanced away, Gene's hard mad tone still spitting words at him. "Gene it's her job. I can't ask her to do that." He knew Gene was frowning harder at him as he glanced back. He might have mumbled out his last sentence but it wasn't like he wasn't going to stick with it.
"Fine." the scarred face growled at him. Dark eyes closing as though they were ready to go to sleep. Ignoring his blonde hair until he growled, blue eyes feeling the rough metal of the door against his hand as he banged on it. Waiting for the guard to unlock it. Gene's get out of my sight closed eyes lounging pissed as hell with him three feet behind.
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"Every time he gives me this look...like what is...like what is wrong with you?" Her mocha eyes glanced up. Watching the bright Ctarl Ctarl eyes just frown slightly at her as she glanced up. "Maybe there is something wrong with me Aisha." She glanced back down. Deep colors of her ice tea swirling to a slow stop as she dropped her straw.
"Hm." The squeaky voice snorted at her, watching her look back up. "Maybe you got your dates wrong?" The bright peach furred face smiled at her. Watching the mocha eyes frown.
"No." They sounded slightly irritated.
"Well I don't know Melfina!?" She squeaked baffled. Humans. "Well did you try...maybe.." She frowned
"How did you do it with Tyler Aisha? How many times?" The mocha eyes frowned concerned watching Aisha's face flash her an -what are you crazy!- expression.
"What?!" She squeaked "Once! What do you think Mel!?" She frowned slightly watching the dark raven hair sigh heavily as it looked back down. Watching the deep colors of the ice tea move again. As if all the answers she were looking for were trapped somewhere in the dark swirls. "Don't you worry about it. It'll all work out." The soft fur hand ran onto hers. Squeezing it gently.
"I don't know what's wrong with me." She sighed heavily, dark mocha eyes frowning as they closed for a moment. "I am supposed to have children." She glanced back up watching the light hair and tight green dress just flash her a warm smile.
"You will Mel. For all you know it's that birdbrain your with who's doing it wrong." She giggled suddenly watching the mocha eyes fall to a flat skeptical expressions. Yeah that's right. Gene didn't have enough practice. What a joke. Her dull smooth face slowly curling to a smile as Aisha continued laughing.
"Maybe." She whisphered, not an ounce of real belief but the large soft ears across the small cafe table heard her anyway. The bright eyes stopping her giggles to smile at her.
"Well have you asked him?" Aisha leaned into the table fast. A short squeaky giggle jumping into the pause.
"...Asked him what?" She frowned confused, watching the bright smile just choke a small squeak at her response.
"Ask him if he's doing it right. Maybe Gene knows something he's not telling you Mel. Never was very smar-Hey I know! Did you ask Jim!? He's smarter!" She smiled brightly, pulling back to sit up straight watching the raven hair frown at her tease immediately.
"Aisha stop that." She frowned watching the bright squeaky laughter stare back at her. "That's not funny." She smiled lightly. "And don't talk about Gene like that." She frowned now her soft voice continuing to watch the light face squeak.
"Ok ok." She giggled looking back down at her empty Sunday dish and sighing. "I should get going Mel. You know how my family feels about Tyler coming down here." She smiled weakly watching the raven hair nod. Aisha had married a Ctarl Ctarl, and though her family had grown accustomed to her disgusting habit of visiting these poorly acclaimed puny humans. Her husband and in-laws where still fighting the adjustment. "It's a good thing my other is sticking up for me." She grinned at the raven hair. Watching the mocha eyes smile. At first it was weird, but now it seemed sweet. Ever since Aisha was married, she simply stopped referring to...she frowned slightly, she couldn't even remember his name now. She just referred to him as her other, and he did the same to her. Ctarl marriage was a binding for life, they were eternally in debt to each other, and Aisha wouldn't have it any other way. She had fallen head over heels for him. Though she never really saw what was so great in the strong fur of deep harsh tones. Even Gene didn't like him in the house. It was one thing if Aisha busted something, but if he did...there wasn't much any of them could do about it.
"I know." She sighed heavily, glancing at her small watch. She had left Tyler and everyone else for some three hours. "Thank you for coming Aisha." She smiled, watching the bright hair glance at her as she stood up. Bright eyes pulling Wong from their purse before glancing up at her as she stood.
"Don't mention it Mel. You know I will always come back, and when you do decide to have your kitten-"
"-Baby" she interrupted lightly.
"..Baby I am coming down right away. Aisha has got to see this." She giggled suddenly watching the smooth face smile as she looked away. Giggling lightly before laughing as the bright hair in front of her continued to squeak. Humans having kit.er...babies, that had to be fun.
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"Jim!" She giggled listening to her own squeaky voice echo through the warehouse that still looked like she remembered it in everyway. Aside from a few small thing. Some more plants, the tv changed, Daniella left small tubes of lip gloss and an occasional purse around. Gene left more cards around and Jim seemed to scatter more tools and wires.
She grinned watching the blonde hair appear in the kitchen doorway. Chewing cyan eyes attached to its leg as it simply grinned at her.
"Mom!" The light fur let go fast, bolting across the floor to her as she came in with aunt Melfina. "Uncle Jim gave me pig."
He chuckled, that was always the report. What food was eaten. "Gene's in jail." The raven eyes snapped up at his comment from where she was hugging the small little Ctarl.
"What? What happened?" She frowned concerned heading towards him and the kitchen with Aisha's giggling still closing the door.
"Birdbrain." She giggled at the blonde's comment rolling her eyes.
"Some guys started a fight in the bar and he got pulled in for it." He frowned lightly as he shrugged. "It's no big deal but I am not paying the bail Mel." He frowned at her before lightening his tone. He hadn't meant to snap. "It's 1,000 Wong and we need it." He offered her a -don't be mad, we really need the money- shrug as she looked at him. Slightly frowning herself, both from his irritated snap and the bad news.
"Alright." She sighed heavily running a thin hand through her hair. "Did you tell him yet Jim?" She watched the blonde hair nod at her as it sat down. Blue eyes still watching her stand there thinking through all of this, frowning at his answer. "I am sorry, I would have went." She watched him just make a face as he shook his head no. She knew Gene would have been pissed to hear news they weren't going to pail the bail when they owed back payments on the heat and water.
"No. It's better he heard it from me Mel." He shot her a reassuring grin, watching her reply with a second soft sigh. Gene shouldn't have been able to take any irritation out on Mel. Not that he would have, but she would have sensed it anyway. "Hey Aisha." He grinned at her, dropping all the chaos with Gene and Mel to look at the light hair. Bright eyes switching to smile at him from where she had been watching the thinking mocha eyes.
"Jim I brought you a present!" She watched his eyebrows raise un- entertained as she smiled at him. Declaring her gift triumphantly.
"Really?" He chuckled watching her nod, but knowing Aisha it was going to be food to hard to handle.
"Yeah I made it just for you." He grinned, here it comes. "A whole cup of..." She frowned lightly as she trailed. "Some human food you might like." She watched him frown slightly. Well this was new. Maybe he would be able to eat it after all.
"A moose!" The cyan eyes laughed, Aisha's bright eyes still glancing off trying to remember what it was called as her hands instinctively guided the small kitten onto her lap as it climbed up her leg.
"You know I do think it was called a moose." She frowned glancing back at him and giggling at his baffled face.
"What's a moose Gilliam?" His blue eyes glanced at Mel as he spoke to the small bot. Watching her shrug offer him a -no clue- expression before he frowned as no answer came at all. "...Lazily Gilliam" He growled slightly slouching into the table over Aisha's squeaking laugher.
"Jim I told you he would be like Gene!" She giggled hard watching him choke a laugh through his smile that was slightly crooked. His face leaning into his hand pushing it up slightly, but it was a smile none the less. "Gene's the one that always argued with him. Maybe you should unplug some of your information or something." She watched him laugh as he sat back up.
"Aha I have." He grinned watching her smile at him. "But last time I tried Gilliam started arguing with me about how it was unfair I should offer him such information only to take it away." He grinned watching her bright hair ruffle as she snorted at him. His light face laughing immediately at her, but she didn't know it wasn't with her.
"Can't you do it when he's sleeping?" She giggled watching him shake his head no, Gill didn't sleep. "Well." She shrugged bright eyes glancing at the raven hair smiling as she watched and listened to them. Soft mocha eyes glancing at the face of peach fur as it looked up. "Mel were we going or...do you want to wait?" She smiled watching the raven smile disappear. Blue eyes glancing over at her.
"Where are you going?" He grinned lightly, still humored by Aisha's comments. It was too bad she had to go off and get married, it was fun having her around.
"Melfina's got a doctor's appointment I was gonna go with her to." She watched him frown immediately.
"How come?" He shot the raven hair a baffled expression. Watching her smooth mouth just open lightly.
"Well I..." she whisphered.
"None of your business Jim." She giggled watching his baffled expression turn to look at her. Giggling bright eyes watching him just relax, as long as it wasn't serious, who cares. "Your watching Tyler cause he can't come either." She grinned watching him laugh, his blue eyes frowning slightly as he smiled...ahh Tyler some more. "After, Mel and I are getting ice cream and going shopping! You boys can stay here and play with your junk cars." She grinned watching his blue eyes continue to smile at her as she stood up. Raven hair offering him a small wave as she left with Aisha.
His gaze switching back to the bright cyan eyes now sitting in the kitchen chair. Table top stopping right under the small cat nose, Aisha's squeaky laughter booming through the warehouse until the door shut.
"Uncle Jim?" His grinning blue eyes frowned, he *wasn't* an uncle.
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He watched her giggle, thin red hair sitting in the small folding chair directly outside his cell. His scarred form lazily leaning into the bars from where he sat on the small cot. "I am serious Dan." He grinned slyly watching her green eyes continue to laugh. "You just ask him and see what he says." He grinned too now. Boy was Jim going to be pissed when he found out he split all this.
"Gene that doesn't make any sense" She giggled her words out suddenly. Green eyes opening to watch him cock an eyebrow at her as she continued to laugh.
"That's what I used to say. But every time." He waved his hand lightly. "I would just walk into the kitchen and the freezer door would be wide open." He grinned again.
"Jim would just walk in.." She smiled at him, trying to get this down. "And open it for no reason?" She giggled watching him choke a small laugh. Unruly color slowly nodding as it grinned, remembering *that* was funny.
"Pain in the ass." He chuckled again watching her scrunch her nose up to his humored comment as she giggled.
"I can't believe he never told me that." She smiled at him watching him shrug.
"Probably doesn't remember doing it. He was four then." He glanced at her watching her giggle calm as she thought.
"Wow." She sighed lightly as she looked down thinking. "It's amazing you two have been together for so long." She smiled warmly as she looked up at him. "You must...well you both must know a lot about each other." She watched him shrug. Dark eyes watching her thin young face continue looking at him. The smile slowly disappearing off her face to a more serious expression. Jim had a secret, she knew it. He was a bad liar, bad at hiding it too. She smiled slightly, but it was a weak sad smile. Gene would...Gene should have known what it was if he was there since Jim was four...her mind trailed lightly, of course that meant that. Gene could always *be* the secret. She blinked lightly, remembering the small scars she had seen, the small cigarette scars.
"Gene did you ever smoke?" She smiled lightly at him, watching him just lazily look at her, bored. Unruly color lounging in the jail cell, hands behind its head.
"No. Why you thinking of starting?" He cocked an eyebrow at her slightly watching her only shake her head no as she looked away thinking. "You got something on your mind?" He grinned at her watching her glance back at him. Skeptical green eyes studying him before shaking her head no and standing up.
"No...I.." She shook her head absently. Thin small face flashing him a reassuring smile over her small blue cop dress shirt and blue skirt. He grinned watching her move towards the door, the only female cop walking around in white sneakers instead of cop boots.
"I like your sneakers." He watched her glance back at him. Her small thin face smiling warmly as she pushed open the strong door. Offering a light wave as she left and let it shut and lock behind herbefore walking back out to the chaotic police station. Her ears filled with the familiar sound of telephones ringing, chairs moving, weapons being loaded and the occasional swears and threats being shot out with disgust by those who were hulled in.
She sighed, sinking into her small office chair to her own desk. Littered with paper, pictures, files and random information in it's own way. Her fingers running over her keyboard, accessing the persons data base of Sentinel. Green eyes watching her cursor move to the right to her quick typing. STARWIND, GENE running into the search blank before the small tap of the -Enter- key sent the screen to a flash of blue before the listings started to run out. The list of S last names running down her screen in alphabetical order until the blinking arrow listed the one she was looking for. Starr Patricia Starr Sylvia Starrs J Starwind, Gene Starwood, John
Her green eyes ran over his file. The basics, red hair, blue/gray eyes, dark skin, male...da.da.da..her eyes dropped opening his police file. Green eyes blinking lightly at the long list of data he had been pulled in for. Vandlism Harassment Speeding Drunk Driving Excessive Alcoholism Indecent Exposure Vandalism Vandalism Harassment Minor Burglary Disturbing the peace Trespassing Excessive Alcoholism Harrasment Drunk Driving Disturbing the Peace Vandalism Trespassing Vandalism Indecent Exposure Harrassment
She frowned slightly, before smiling, Gene...what a "moron" She smiled warmly. There was nothing serious he had ever been convicted for. Nothing Jim would have been trying to hide. She watched the screen blink blue for a moment, running back to the persons data base. Her cursor moving right to her typing, green eyes watching HAWKING, JIM..."Ahh" she sighed lightly, small finger tapping delete...watching the letters disappear to HAWKING, ....JAMES. Her green eyes watching the screen blink before her as the computer ran up it's answers in alphabetical order. Her green eyes watching casually before frowning slightly. Havis Mark &Jane Hawk Karl W Hawkes Philip B& Janet Hawkins I E Hawkins Lacy M Hawking James Hawking James Hawley Andrew Hawn Barbera.
She froze. Green eyes blinking at the double list of names. One had to be his father, and one had to be him. She blinked staring at the small arrow of her cursor as it sat in between the two names. Maybe Jim's secret was his father. Her green eyes glanced down, if it was, was it right for her to just open this information without asking, or saying anything to him? She bit her bottom lip, green eyes flicking back up to the screen. She wanted so bad to know, what it was. What made him shove her away? What made him worry about Cameron like he did? She double clicked.
Her green eyes smiling immediately, her guess had been him. Blue eyes, blonde hair, light skin, male. She giggled as her eyes dropped down to the small short list.
Harassment
Her green eyes smiling as she recognized the date. It matched one of Gene's harassments, they must have been together for one of them when Jim was...her mind trailed lightly...eleven? twelve? no...eleven. She smiled watching the screen blink back green eyes hardening slightly as she clicked the second Hawking James. Blonde/Brown hair, blue eyes, light skin, male trespassing federal law code 628 184 federal law code 184 trespassing trespassing obstruction of justice resisting arrest trespassing federal law codes 592/205/285/284-184 Sentinel documentation code 194, 184 -Is to be considered wanted, armed and dangerous-
He green eyes blinked, the list went on. 38 convictions of federal law codes, Sentinel documentation and governmental codes, four resisting arrests, three obstruction of justices, and 14 trespassing. "Code 184" She frowned slightly, trying to remember, you hardly ever saw....hacking. "Computers" She frowned quickly. Small hand snapping the mouse to the top of her computer and closing everything. Deleting all computer cookies to where she had been before standing up. Small blue uniform walking quickly back to the holding cells to the right of the office. The ones for non dangerous temporary perpetrators.
His dark eyes opened as she walked back in. Raising both eyebrow at her slightly concerned expression. "Gene can I talk to you? Honestly?" She watched his sly scarred face fall from his strong grin to the rather expressionless look.
"What's the problem sweet heart?" He grinned at her, teasing her suddenly. Watching her green eyes stare at him as she moved closer to the bars.
"Did you know Jim's father?" She watched his dark eyes frown. Moving to a baffled almost what do you know? expression.
"Can't say I did."
"I am serious Gene!" He frowned at her fast snap. Concerned green eyes staring at him. "I said I wanted to talk seriously stop playing with me." She frowned watching him stand up. Strong scarred chest making him taller as he inhaled deeply walking over and leaning into the bars.
"No I don't. I never met him...better?" He cocked an eyebrow at her before a small lop sided grin.
"I looked up his file on the computer. Apparently he broke a lot of federal and governmental laws Gene. Both on Sentinel and...standard ones. A lot of...hacking. ones." She frowned slightly at him, watching his dark eyes just listen to her. "Jim's on the computer all the time. Does he do that too?" She frowned concerned at him watching his dark eyes just continue to look at her.
"Ask him."
"I am asking you!"
"I don't know." He frowned at her "How the hell am I supposed to know what he's doing on that damn thing." He frowned frustrated as he shoved off the metal bars and stood up. How could he expected to have answers like this.
"And I gave him the computer." She frowned, green eyes closing to her sigh as she silently regretted giving him one of his favorite toys.
"Daniella." Her green eyes opened looking at him. "He's not messing around. What's he got to hack?" He grinned at her, motion his hand towards everything. Sentinel was dead "Ever since I've known him he's never been to hot with breaking any laws." He chuckled lightly at her, watching her face relax some. "He wouldn't even have a record if it wasn't for me." He grinned at her watching her make a slow relieved smile.
"Who'd you harass?" She watched him dark eyes flick up at her. Slyly eyeing her.
"So detective. Sounds like you've been poking around in my file too am I right?" He shot a sly grin with his words and she smiled. That was a yes. "Some business guyI used to know." He grinned at her. "Jim didn't want to come but under the circumstances, he didn't have a choice." He cocked a sly smile, watching her relax.
"It's a big deal to break the kinda codes his father was." She watched him just shrug
"It say anything useful about the guy? Address? What about a Mrs. Hawking, did one of those pop up?" He watched her shake her head no. His head silently scowling. That damn kid had been right all along, Jim was a bastard. "Don't tell him." He watched her green eyes look up at him, frowning confused. "Look I know your all into having one of those healthy relationships. Where you tell him all the stuff you feel and that crap." He rolled his eyes watching her frown harder. "But I am telling you. You *don't* tell him." He frowned at her. Watching her green eyes take a small step back to his hard demanding voice. Dark eyes beating into her, almost threatening her.but not. "It's useless bad news, so he doesn't need it." His hard tone disappeared suddenly. Just a light -doesn't that make more sense?- tone running in as he flashed a light grin. Her thin red hair nodding lightly.
"...Fine then I won't tell him. But if he ever finds out, I never knew...alright?" Her concerned green eyes frowned at him watching him nod.
"Your secrets safe with me." He grinned watching her green eyes flicker at his word choice.
"His is too...isn't it?" His dark eyes snapped up at her, studying her suddenly. His quickly taken back alarmed look visible for a split second before disappearing behind the sly sure expressions. But it was too late, he had given it away. He knows, her head whisphered and she knew he knew she had caught it. His dark eyes just giving her a sly grin, watching her scrunch her nose at him lightly as he nodded at her. Indirectly telling her he wasn't going to contribute. His dark eyes closing as he turned around slumping back onto the cot listening to her leave.
"Damnt."
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"Well this is a nice welcome back." He growled lightly, unruly color opening the door to the warehouse, currently a soundless building of space. His dark eyes squinted annoyed before grinning as her raven black hair walked into the kitchen from the back door. Thin smooth arms caring a heavy paper bag of groceries. "Who would have thought I'd find you in here." He grinned at her. Strong scarred shoulders leaning into the kitchen doorway cocking a sly eyebrow at her as she jumped at his voice.
Mocha eyes snapping up slightly alarmed before smiling at him. "Gene" She smiled watching him chuckle as she dropped the small bunch of carrots back into the bag, quickly moving around the table. "I can't believe your drunk yourself to a stupor and couldn't run from the cops." She giggled at him watching his dark eyes shoot her a dull expression.
"Sounds like Jim was the one who told you huh?" He grinned at her, no doubt that was the blonde's exact words. He could already hear Jim, sighing them out exhausted but humored at the same time.
"Maybe it was." She giggled at him lightly. Looking back down at the paper bag of food. Thin hands reaching in and picking up the carrots and a grape fruit before looking up at him. His rough scarred hand gently moving over the back of her dress and soft butt.
"Come on." She watched him grin at her as he gently tugged her to the right. "I have spent the last four days sitting on my ass in jail." He grinned at her, tugging her lightly before gently stopping. Watching her mocha eyes look down quickly, a concerned look running over her face. "What's the matter?" He frowned, gently tugging her arm again as she didn't look up. His dark eyes glancing up and around, everything looked fine. "Is everything alright?" He frowned looking back down at her, taking a small step back as she turned around to him. Her small smooth mouth gapping at him lightly, as though she wanted to say something but kept failing.
"Gene I.." she trailed lightly, her words running out in a whisper. Dark eyes running to a hard concerned expression.
"Melfina, what is it?" He frowned, Jim would have said something if anything real important had happened. Even if they hadn't spoken since Jim left him to rot in jail without bail. Idiot Jim.
"Aisha came down and-"
"-Ahh." he growled suddenly. "What did she bust?" he frowned. "Don't tell me she brought that little monster of her's with her either did she?" He frowned, unruly color grinning ever so slightly as he slouched into the kitchen chair. Her mocha eyes frowning at him. "I don't care how cute you or Danny think Tyler is, he tried to bust a hole threw the wall." He frowned at her raising his eyebrows as he watched her make a small tisk sound at him.
"Gene he just wanted something to scratch." She frowned scolding him.
"Yeah well." He sighed. "Send him back to the empire. I sure they prize their scratching posts over there." He chuckled suddenly, idiot Aisha and her stupid idiot kid.
"Gene be nice." She frowned. "I miss Aisha and I like her here." He glanced up at her whined tone. "I don't want you to be rude to her, I want her to visit." He frowned lightly, sighing heavily as he nodded.
"Yeah alright. I won't say anything to insult the damn empire." He watched her smile approvingly at him.
"Good." He chuckled at her small comment, thin fingers pulling open the fridge and dropping the bunch of carrots into the vegetable draw. Those would be good for soup later.
"So what is it you had to say to me?" He grinned at her, watching her turn around. Dark eyes running back to her face from where he was watching her butt as she bent over.
"When Aisha was here I...talked to her...and I..." She frowned slightly as she trailed. "I was afraid to go by myself." She glanced up, watching his baffled expression continue to listen to her. "I didn't know why I wasn't...conceiving Gene." She watched him raise his eyebrows at her. Women talked about this? Openly? He frowned, here was another plus to being a guy. "Aisha went...I went to...the doctor said that..." She trailed lightly watching him start to frown more concerned now.
Don't tell me she can't! His head frowned hard, his scarred face focusing on remaining calm and reassuring so she kept talking. Damnt! Don't tell me she can't have kids! his mind swore hard.
"The doctor said I am fertile. I should be able to conceive fine." She watched him frown immediately. Dark eyes blinking as he looked at her.
"What?" He shot a baffled expression. "Well if that's true Mel. Don't you think you would have by now!? I mean." He sent her a sly lop sided grin. "It's not like we *haven't* been trying." He grinned at her, watching her small tongue just lick her lips as she gently inhaled.
"Gene. She said that maybe, I am not the one who...is having trouble." She watched him frown. "Maybe for some reason...you-"
"-Now just hold on a second Melfina." He frowned at her, hard tones running into his voice. "Are you trying to tell me they said your fine!? Completely fine!?" He raised his eyebrows with his hard tone, watching her nod.
"Gene they said I am exceptionally fertile, and they said if we aren't careful, we might have trouble with that later." He frowned immediately. Scarred face scowling at her, but it wasn't directed at her. That couldn't be right. *He* wasn't the problem.
Gene I-"
"-No, that's ridiculous Mel. You've seen me, I mean." He shook his head absently. How could he perform wrong? He knew all the tricks, how to make things last long, how to make them softer, harder, better, faster. Years of experience, lists of names, Jim knew, all the women. "That's ridiculous!" He shot at her, his scarred face shaking no. Just watching her concerned mocha eyes look at him. Their soft expression lightening as she took a step towards him. Slowly running her hands onto his shirt and chest, offering him a reassuring smile.
"This doesn't mean anything to me Gene." She smiled at him, watching his scarred face continue to stare lightly. As though he had just lost a fight and was trying to figure out which punch it was he threw wrong. At what time it actually turned bad. "Please say something to me." She whisphered up to his dark eyes as he looked down at her face. Her thin form pressing aginst him from where he leaned into the refrigerator. The heavy dread and stress this all was creating starting the M sound of her name in his mouth as the garage door opened.
"Hey I am...Gene." The blonde hair chuckled at him immediately. "I figured the police would have forgot about you and left you rot in jail." The dirty blonde hair and loose clothes grinned at them almost stopping dead with surprise as it walked in. Raven hair taking a step off him as his dark eyes simply watched the light skin and greasy clothes walk over to the stove and twist the small knob before frowning. "Aww cooome on." the light face growled slamming the top annoyed. "Stupid piece of crap."
He scowled underneath his blonde hair listening to the hollow busted sound the oven made as he kicked it before glancing back at Gene and Mel. They were both just looking at him. "What's the matter with you two?" He frowned, shooting a look at the raven hair and dark expressionless eyes.
"Jim?" She spoke his name gently. Listening to his mumbled -yeah- as he leaned around to look at the back of the oven. Jumping at the small ticking sound, but instead of an explosion only a burner lit up. Light face grinning as it pulled the pot of cold soup over it, before answering her with a glance. "Danny called and said she was going to stop by. I told her you'd be home now." The blue eyes frowned slightly, moving from her smooth face to Gene's dark expressionless eyes that looked as though they had just taken a blow to the stomach and were silently waiting to catch its breath.
"Well a...When did she call?" He sniffled lightly before clearing his throat, rubbing the back of his hand to his forehead to get some of the dirt off.
"An hour ago." She watched him raise his eyebrows, she should be there already. "No I got...it." She smiled lightly quickly moving forward and turning the stove back off as he made a move to touch more things. "Jim..." she watched him look at her. Grinning immediately under his filthy hair, knowing she was thinking about how dirty he was. His light face choking a laugh at her as she just continued to look at him before silently laughing as she smiled. Watching him shrug as he started for the door. Mocha eyes watching him send a punch into the right shoulder of the unruly color that ignored him as he walked by Dark eyes listening to the door shut before glancing down.
"Mel I.." he grinned at her before choking a small laugh. Watching her face relax and smile at him. "I'll go see what..." He trailed lightly listening to her thank you. Her smooth face happy he wasn't mad at her, she didn't mean to bring him news like this. His sly scarred face grinning at her before glancing down and grunting lightly. Eyeing the four fingers of the small fist printed into his shirt in light brown shades of dirt.
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She bit her bottom lip, giggling silently as she caught him in sight. Her white sneakers, dark jean Capri's and tight pink tank top stopping as she walked into the open garage. Watching the familiar blonde hair work. Her green eyes smiling as he silently argued with some mechanic du-hickey in his hand before it disappeared. The top of his body crawling back inside the large water tank. Her thin face giggling as she watched the seat of his pants move slightly as he worked. Thin red hair bouncing around her face as she quickly moved over to him. Sneaking up behind him as he worked before leaning down the top.
"Jim" She whisphered lightly, watching his body stop for a moment before pulling back. His light face grinning at her as it pulled out. "Guess what I did today." She giggled at him, stepping back quickly as he stood up. Dirt tumbling off him as he stood firm and strong with a darkened face smeared with oil and soot .
"What?" He grinned watching her smile brighter.
"Well first I released Gene." He laughed with her giggle. "Then I got to patrol the streets for four hours with my partner." She smiled at him and he gave her a grin as he wiped his eyes and mouth with the back of his arm before sniffling lightly.
"Four hours huh?" He chuckled.
"Shut up." She giggled. "It felt like a lot longer." She smiled watching his blonde hair just shake lightly at her, laughing at her. Blue eyes glancing down as she reached for his hand.
"I have oil and tank grease on me." He grinned at her lightly watching her shrug. Her smiling face raising her eyebrows at him as she held up a small bag. "What?" He grinned glancing at it before watching her quickly turn it upside down. His blue eyes looking down at the raggy white shirt, shampoo and lotion that fell out. "Ohh is that all for me?" He chuckled feeling her shove him lightly as she crouched down shoving the two bottles back in and tossing the bag a good distance away before pulling on the large white t-shirt. Thin hand picking up his wrench and sighing as she stood back up. Light greased face just watching her.
"So. What do I do?" She smiled at him watching him just look at her before grinning.
"Ah hahaaa" He laughed at her suddenly watching her green eyes just squint evilly at him. "Daniella are you serious? You don't want this on you." He chuckled his words at her watching her just dully look at him.
"Shut up or I'll hall your ass in for mocking a cop." She grinned at him watching him raise his eyebrows lightly.
"Sure you will." He chuckled lightly moving back into the hole of the tank, listening to her lean over him before moving up the small step latter and looking in from the top. Her green eyes giggling as she watched him stop working to look up at her before shaking his head and continuing to screw pieces of new replaced pipe into the rugged inside. "Unscrew every bolt you can find a foot down from the top." She smiled, listening to him call his directions up to her. Her green eyes pulling back slightly moving down to the first black bolt she could find. Frowning green eyes moving down to her shirt, somehow already smeared with a black soot like dirt, no wonder Jim looked like he just came out of a chimney.
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He watched her laugh, soft gray hair shaking at him as she grinned. "Gene I haven't seen you in what...five years?" She watched him grin lightly, her soft worn green eyes still as he remembered them. Her small thin body now closer to sixty but still alive and kicking. No doubt she knew all those doctor secrets and had been preparing her bones and veins since she was twenty.
"It's good to see you Judith." He grinned at her watching her nod as he backed into the familiar small green examining table from inside the clinic that hadn't changed either in the five years he had been away. "I.." he trailed lightly
"I know Gene." She smiled at him offering him a small folder. His dark eyes flashing her a baffled glance as he took it. "It is against the law to show you this but..." She shrugged lightly watching him open it. "It's a young woman's medical file." He smiled, it was Melfina's. His dark eyes running over all the charts and numbers she was healthy, perfectly healthy...and...fertile.
"I just don't understand it." He glanced back up at her. "We...I...I don't have any problem." He frowned at her watching her nod. His scarred face already more relaxed now that he knew for sure Mel was fine, but he really couldn't be the problem. It felt weird to talk about this outloud too, but...somehow, Jim seemed to have...broke Judith in...for the both of them.
"Well the first thing I am required to ask you is if you absolutely sure you want children." She watched him nod. "I always thought you should Gene." She smiled at him watching him just choke a small laugh.
"Is that true?" He motioned at the small file she held. "She's really *that* fertile?" He watched her worn green eyes glance down at it before looking back up at him.
"Gene your probably fit as a fiddle. It could be a question of how warm you are or maybe how much you've been drinking lately." She flashed him a sly smile watching a wide guilty grin appear. "I have a good friend who I could send you to down the hall if you'd be more comfortable." He watched her smile warmly as she spoke.
His scarred face grinning back a sigh "Maybe Jim's...not as dumb as I think he is." He chuckled watching eye squint more with a soft laugh. Gray hair nodding at him as she moved towards the counter. Understanding that was an indirect -I am gonna stick with you- answer. His dark eyes watching her, before flashing a dull -I knew this was coming- look as she handed him a small sample container.
"You'll be fine." She watched him cock an eyebrow at her as she gave his shoulder a strong pat. "The bathroom is down the hall three doors and on your right."
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"Daniella?" He heard himself echo lightly from inside the black tank. "Go get the metal thing that has three holes in it and two long stick-ie things." He grinned repeating her observation of the most useful wrench he had ever found. She had to know what it was if he repeated her description. "Ok?" He strained his words lightly now, watching the black oil smear off his hands and onto the clear shiny pipe he was tightening. His light arm shaking ever so slightly as his muscles worked twisting so it wouldn't leak...ever. "Hey?" He sighed pulling out of the tank to look around. Sniffling lightly before grabbing the small rag and wiping some of the crap off his hands. His blue eyes glancing over at her bare feet and thin legs hanging his car door from where she was lying inside.
He stood up, clearing his throat as he walked over, grinning down at her sleeping green eyes. "Aww and you didn't get dirt all over my seats." He smiled, looking at the few smears, but she probably tried really hard if that's all there was. He chuckled, blue eyes glancing up fast at the small noise before grinning.
"Well well." Mike's familiar dark face grinned. "Long time no see...Working hard Mr. Wizard?" He chuckled.
"I am fixing a water tank." He grinned flicking the small rag back over to the dirty mess as he moved towards the strong white wife beater and dark black jeans. "Mike." He grinned. "You should come up more cause I don't think Gene's coming down anymore." He chuckled watching the dark face grin at him. Black eyes running over his blonde hair and dirty body.
"You look like shit." The strong face laughed watching him chuckle as he nodded.
"Yeah well." He sighed. "Come on in." He grinned, stepping back some, listening to the strong walking behind him. "Gene's out. You looking for him?" He glanced back. Blue eyes studying the dark face that sighed as it looked around before landing on him.
"Yeah, but I guess I can talk to your ugly face instead." He grinned, blonde hair flashing a humored look to the dark face following him into the garage more. "I guess since I am already here. I could seek the advice of a great wizard." he grinned watching the dark eyes flick their eyebrows at him, teasing softly.
"Yeah." His blonde hair sighed. " Do I have to clean up to give advice?" He sighed watching the dark face laugh.
"Yes."
Her sighed harder "Danny's asleep over there. I am gonna run in and shower alright?" He motioned with his hands towards the thin red hair sleeping in his car before shifting his hands back to his hips.
"I'll give you ten minutes. Then we gotta go." He watched the blue eyes frown slightly confused before nodding and heading towards the garage door, disappearing inside. His strong dark form watching before moving towards the water tank taking up most of the side of the garage. His dark eyes grinning down at the small Capri's and large filthy white shirt sleeping. Thin red hair and oil smeared cheek admitting soft breathing as he chuckled, slouching into the side of the car to wait.
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"Danny going into the water heating business." The deep voice chuckled at him, watching his blonde hair laugh as it walked along side of him. The soft pinks and blues running through the sky as the sun started to set. Finally running away around nine after another five or so hours of setting.
"No. She's a cop." He grinned watching the tight muscled wife beater nod.
"So I've heard." He grinned watching the blonde hair, loose lime green shirt and baggy blue jeans pull open the door to the small hardware store in front of them. Blue eyes glancing back.
"You've heard huh?" He grinned watching the strong face nod. "She's going to be one of those street cops." He sighed lightly turning around to the strong form fallowing him in to buy pipe parts. "Says that's what her dad would have wanted."
The dark face grinned at him, moving around the lime color of his shirt into one of the small short isles. "Good for her. Huh. Mr. Wizard?" He glanced up, the blue eyes on the other side of the aisle running over parts on the shelves. They didn't answer. "I have heard, when the woman is happy, the man is happy too." The blue eyes glanced up grinning before choking a small laugh. Blonde hair ruffling lightly as it shook it's head.
"Who told you that?" He grinned...damnt. Tank seals where 4.50 each now?
"I read it in my fortune cookie."
"AHha" he laughed, blue eyes glancing up as he grabbed a few rubber rings.
"My lucky numbers were 6, 9, 10, 21,25, 29 and 32." The blue eyes laughed some more, heading towards the cash register. "How do you suppose that is?" He grinned. "I could understand one number. Or three numbers, but those few were the only ones I could remember." He chuckled lightly watching the blonde hair look at him as the light hand tossed the parts on to the counter.
"There were more?" The blue eyes shot him a skeptical look watching his dark face grin.
"Think someone can have that much luck Mr. Wizard?" The blue eyes shrugged, pulling Wong out of the loose jeans they wore before handing some to the woman behind the register. "Cause I've been thinking. Maybe I do and I just haven't noticed it yet." The blue eyes glanced at him, frowning slightly as they took the small paper bag. "Wouldn't want to waste that, so I'd thought I'd ask." The lime green shirt stood there looking at him, expressionless light face listening.
"Maybe you should ask Gene, he seems to have more going on with luck and intuition." The blue eyes rolled lightly backing into the glass door and pushing it out with his weight.
"I thought you said Gene was out?" The dark eyes grinned at his blonde hair as he turned around.
"He is."
"You happen to know where he went...Mr. Wizard?" The dark eyes raised their eyebrows at him lightly. Watching the blonde hair slowly start shaking no before answering more forcefully. "That cause you two aren't talking yet?" the blue eyes looked away.
"He's pissed at me cause I didn't help him bust outa jail." The blue eyes frowned moving down the sidewalk in the sweet orange light the sun admitted. Blonde hair stopping to look back at him.
"I have heard the greatest kings of our past have needed some help from time to time Mr. Wizard,." The blue eyes frowned slightly, watching Mike's strong muscled white shirt and jeans head over to him. His light face grinning slightly as the strong dark fist sent a punch into his shoulder. "That is why I know you won't take offence when I tell you wizards fall under the same category as kings...sometimes."
His strong face grinned, watching the blue eyes become slightly concerned. "Well what kinda help do they usually need?" The blue eyes stood still listening, before shifting to the side as they spoke.
"I admit busting out a jail is an important and sig.nif.e.cant event, but there is something going down here Mr. Wizard you all but missed out on." The blue eyes frowned more puzzled now. "I happen to know by word a mouth. There is a very nice and very classy young babe with dark black hair and skin as smooth as the that of a silk. Who would make a man crumble at her very touch Mr. Wizard." The blue eyes flashed a -that's good- expression "A woman who I hear would make a man prepare himself to give his life to her. A woman, who has recently acquired the knowledge that she is...very fertile." The blue eyes blinked fast. Running to a baffled expression as the dark skin chuckled deeply.
"She's fertile?"
"That could not be more right. I knew coming to a wizard would help me solve my friends problem." His dark face grinned watching the blue eyes absorb the hints. "You see my friend has been trying to grace the world with a child." The blue eyes widened slightly. "But still, she does not conceive." The dark eyes blinked slowly, staring into the blonde hair and light face looking up at him. "So I have come to ask a wizard, if she can not grow his seed, but she is fertile..." He trailed slightly watching the blue eyes glance down, frowning slightly.
"Gene didn't tell me any of this." The blonde hair shook no absently. Blue eyes looking back up at Mike's strong dark face.
"Maybe, he hasn't been talking cause he's got so much on his mind." The dark eyebrows raised at him. Telling him, but asking him at the same time. The blonde hair started walking, moving towards the sidewalk back towards home, and his car.
"When did he tell you all this Mike?" The blue eyes frowned turning around.
"Two days ago." The blonde frowned harder, glancing at him. "I just thought I would let it slip." Blue eyes scrunching anxious, starting down the sidewalk again. "Cause I never really came looking for Gene, I've known where he be at the whole time." The blonde hair stopped, turning to look at him dead on. "I'll take that." His blue eyes snapped down to the small paper bag Mike was taking from him. "I just thought Gene would like...a friend to go with him. To see how strong his seeds be. Even if he to proud to ask." His blue eyes shot up, moving slightly as Mike offered a strong reassuring punch into his shoulder. "You might want to drive, since Gene decided to walk. He'll be grateful you brought the car, even though he won't say it Mr. Wizard." His black eyes grinned, as the blonde hair started nodding down at the sidewalk in thought. Slowly looking up with a grateful smile before heading down the street.
"Just drop the parts on the floor! If Dan's still there tell her I'll call!" He heard Mike's deep voice laugh from behind him as he started running. All that had been happening right in front of him and he didn't even notice. His blue eyes frowned. Someone had to pay the bills and with the way Gene had been, it was left up to him. AHh, his head scowled, that was no excuse, and with what Mike said, Gene sounded like he had a better one for not working then he had for not noticing.
