Vivir
Small Side Affects
His lips were heat, running over her skin, tasting her body. His strong hands held her waist as his mouth caressed her skin. Max ran her fingers through his hair, pulling his head up so that his lips met with her own, then pulling back to look strait into the eyes of.... Alec?
Max sat right up in bed, her face red and flushed, her body driping with sweat. "Oh no" she said as she slowly put the pieces together in her head, "Not again, not now" she said to herself. She was in heat.
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Soup. Warm sweet delicious soup. It filled his stomach and heated his entire body. He didn't care which kind of soup, be it tomato, or chicken noodle, or vegetable as long as it was soup.
Eric dipped a crumbling saltine into the rich red liquid that filled his chipped bowl, and stuffed it whole into his mouth. At Manticore, there had been only four types of food. Fruit, vegetables, meat, and, and mush. Sometimes, if they were lucky, they got a glass of milk.
He held the cracker in his mouth for a moment, savoring the salty tomato flavor, then crunched it down and swallowed. Eric looked up from his bowl, and turned his gaze towards Ann, who was distastefully dragging her spoon through her bowl. "Don't you like your soup?" he asked.
Ann shook her head. "I prefer something with a little more substance then mushed up tomatoes". She brought the spoon up to her mouth, and gulped it down. "But, at least it's warm" she said.
"You just need to try different types of soups," Eric told her. "There's soup with chicken in it, and there's soup with noodles. There's this one soup in the cabinet, it's called alphabet soup. I can't wait to try that." His voice was very enthusiastic.
Ann's mouth turned up in a small smile. In the past two days, she had found herself strangely amused by this young boy. He didn't seem like a Manticore type at all. He seemed fragile, innocent. He seemed weak. "Toss me some of those crackers, will ya?" she asked him.
He grinned at her, and gave her a handful of them. "The soup is much better with crackers, you'll love it," he said.
She shook her head a little. Besides the emptiness that he hid behind his amber eyes, he seemed untouched by Manticore. He definitely didn't look like a soldier. Though in the past couple of days he had regained some color in his cheeks, he was still thin and boyish. His hair seemed too light to be Manticore made; it blew so easily in the wind, more like feathers then hair.
Ann brought a hand up to her own hair. It had been the same shade of gold at one point, but it was a fiery red now. It was soft, yet thick and full, not like Eric's at all.
She dipped the cracker into her soup, and pulled it up to her mouth as she had seen Eric doing earlier. She had to give the boy credit: it was better this way. She chewed and swallowed. Food was making her feel more alive, and that was good.
It was about 4 am, and Alec was sleeping, which put her and Eric alone together. She was still unsure how she felt about Eric. He was nice, sure, but so were a lot of people. Ann just wasn't meant for friends. And she knew that, in fact, she liked it. Alec was her friend, at least he had been. She hadn't gotten a chance to talk to him much yet, he had been really busy, helping with runs for terminal city, so...
It didn't matter though. If he was her friend still, then great. If not, then oh well, she could survive without him. She didn't need anyone. She didn't want anyone.
A loud clatter pulled her out of her thoughts. Eric's bowl had fallen to the floor. "Having trouble there?" she asked him. He didn't answer. His eyes were completely void of any emotion, and she realized that he was shaking. "Eric?" she said his name, trying to pull him out of whatever it was that was happening to him.
He fell off of the stool he had been occupying, and hit the ground with a thud. "ALEC!!" she called out for Alec, hoping it would wake him up, and bring him into the living room, and she rushed over the Eric's side, putting a hand on his shoulder, trying to steady him.
She had thought he seemed free from scaring from Manticore. She had obviously been wrong, because things like this didn't happen to normal people.
Alec came stumbling into the room a moment latter, wearing nothing but a thin pair of white boxers. His gaze focused immediately on Eric, and he went to his knees next to Ann on the floor by Eric's side. "What happened?" Alec asked.
"I don't know, we were just talking, and he started shaking, and then he fell," she started to explain. "Alec, what's wrong with him? He seemed fine only a couple of minutes ago," she asked. She reached a hand out and placed it on Eric's face, his skin felt hot, and beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead.
"He's having a seizure," Alec told her. "Your sector was lucky, none of you suffered from them. I didn't think that many X6s had problems with them. Manticore had found the problem, and avoided it with most of you, Eric must be one of the few exceptions."
"Well, what do we do?" Ann asked, "Is there something we can give him?" she didn't like the empty look in Eric's eyes as he shook.
Alec reached out his hands, and scooped up the smaller boy up into his arms, "There was a pill or something, I can't remember what it was called. Trypto-somthing. Max has some, I think. She used to get seizures pretty badly." He carried Eric over to the couch and set him down.
"Wait here with Eric, I'm going to go see if Max has any of it left," Alec exited the apartment, leaving Ann alone with the trembling boy.
She looked down at him; his eyes were closed now so she found it easier to watch him. "Alec will be back soon, it will be okay," she said. She turned away from him, and went back into the kitchen, looking for a rag to clean up the spilled soup.
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Max leaned against the bathroom wall after stepping out of an ice cold shower. She was freezing, and shaking, but she needed it. Zane was on the other side of the door, and she did NOT want to loose control around her brother. That was the last thing she needed.
She turned the water off, and strained to hear whether or not Zane was yet awake. If he was asleep, then she could just slip back into her room, lock the door, and wait for 24 to 48 hours until she came out of it.
She almost fell to the ground in horror when she heard Alec's voice in the other room. Her mind instantly flashed to her dream, and she felt she might need another cold shower.
'Come on Max, pull yourself together' she thought to herself. All she needed to do was wait in the bathroom until he left. She listened to what was being said in the living room.
"Do you know where she keeps it?" Alec asked Zane. His voice sounded urgent.
"I have no idea. She told me she hasn't had problems with them since she was back at Manticore. She had thought they gave her some type of correction drug or something," Zane told the other man.
"Well, I know that" Alec said, "She does tell me some things, but I know she still keeps it around, just in case." Max hear ruffling noises, like he was searching for something.
Seizures. Someone was having seizures, most likely Ann or Eric since Alec was the one looking for her pills. They were in the drawer of the nightstand by her bed, but it didn't sound like Zane was going to let Alec in her room.
"Listen, Max will be out soon, just give the kid some milk, and she'll be over with the Tryptophan as soon as she's out" Zane said.
"Milk? Give him Milk? Let me look for the God damn pills!" Alec said, his voice was sounding angrier every second.
"Alec, I know Max wouldn't want you going through her things. Just wait for her to get out of the shower," Zane said calmly.
"I don't hear water running" Alec said. Max heard him taking steps, coming closer to the door, then his fist knocking against the wood. "Max, I need the Tryptophan, where do you keep it?" he asked.
God his voice sounded good. So smooth and deep. Had it always sounded so sexy? It was the perfect voice for him. She saw his face now in her mind, so smooth free of flaw. He always kept his face so smoothly shaven, his skin looked so soft. His cheeks were probably flushed with red now, from his anger and worry.
"Max, are you in there?" Alec asked again.
Max came back to her senses. Tryptophan. They needed Tryptophan. "Its in the drawer of my night stand." Her voice came out thick, and husky. She hoped that they didn't notice. "You can just go in and grab them." her voice was a little closer to normal this time.
"Thanks" Alec said. She could almost see him glaring at Zane in a little 'I told you so' fashion.
Max turned around and turned on the water. The cold water. She had just stepped out, and thanks to Alec's little arrival, she already needed another one.
A/N- Sorry for the long wait. Summer is here now though, and it shouldn't take me as long to come out with new stuff anymore. But then again I say that all the time don't I? I just wanted to tell anyone who reads this story, or any of my other stories, that I haven't abandoned any of them. They will all be finished in time. If I do however decide not to finish them I will put out a notice informing you all of the decision.
Also, I know this chapter didn't center a lot on the trouble of being in heat, even though it started out with it, but this whole chapter was really just a set up for the next one. Which I will produce as soon as I can.
In other news, I'd like to give a shout out for my other stories, just because I can. I plan to update 'Walking this way' next, which is a story taking place in Buffy-verse, centering around Faith and Connor. After that, I may attempt a new chapter for 'A Different Life, or I may come back to this one. Or, the third option, I've been working on a little piece about Ben's life up to Pollo Loco, it will connect slightly with 'Are you truly here' and the flashbacks involved in that piece. If anyone would be interested in seeing that, then just e-mail me, or leave the interest in a review.
And Please, Review.
Thanks for reading, ~Igraine
Small Side Affects
His lips were heat, running over her skin, tasting her body. His strong hands held her waist as his mouth caressed her skin. Max ran her fingers through his hair, pulling his head up so that his lips met with her own, then pulling back to look strait into the eyes of.... Alec?
Max sat right up in bed, her face red and flushed, her body driping with sweat. "Oh no" she said as she slowly put the pieces together in her head, "Not again, not now" she said to herself. She was in heat.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Soup. Warm sweet delicious soup. It filled his stomach and heated his entire body. He didn't care which kind of soup, be it tomato, or chicken noodle, or vegetable as long as it was soup.
Eric dipped a crumbling saltine into the rich red liquid that filled his chipped bowl, and stuffed it whole into his mouth. At Manticore, there had been only four types of food. Fruit, vegetables, meat, and, and mush. Sometimes, if they were lucky, they got a glass of milk.
He held the cracker in his mouth for a moment, savoring the salty tomato flavor, then crunched it down and swallowed. Eric looked up from his bowl, and turned his gaze towards Ann, who was distastefully dragging her spoon through her bowl. "Don't you like your soup?" he asked.
Ann shook her head. "I prefer something with a little more substance then mushed up tomatoes". She brought the spoon up to her mouth, and gulped it down. "But, at least it's warm" she said.
"You just need to try different types of soups," Eric told her. "There's soup with chicken in it, and there's soup with noodles. There's this one soup in the cabinet, it's called alphabet soup. I can't wait to try that." His voice was very enthusiastic.
Ann's mouth turned up in a small smile. In the past two days, she had found herself strangely amused by this young boy. He didn't seem like a Manticore type at all. He seemed fragile, innocent. He seemed weak. "Toss me some of those crackers, will ya?" she asked him.
He grinned at her, and gave her a handful of them. "The soup is much better with crackers, you'll love it," he said.
She shook her head a little. Besides the emptiness that he hid behind his amber eyes, he seemed untouched by Manticore. He definitely didn't look like a soldier. Though in the past couple of days he had regained some color in his cheeks, he was still thin and boyish. His hair seemed too light to be Manticore made; it blew so easily in the wind, more like feathers then hair.
Ann brought a hand up to her own hair. It had been the same shade of gold at one point, but it was a fiery red now. It was soft, yet thick and full, not like Eric's at all.
She dipped the cracker into her soup, and pulled it up to her mouth as she had seen Eric doing earlier. She had to give the boy credit: it was better this way. She chewed and swallowed. Food was making her feel more alive, and that was good.
It was about 4 am, and Alec was sleeping, which put her and Eric alone together. She was still unsure how she felt about Eric. He was nice, sure, but so were a lot of people. Ann just wasn't meant for friends. And she knew that, in fact, she liked it. Alec was her friend, at least he had been. She hadn't gotten a chance to talk to him much yet, he had been really busy, helping with runs for terminal city, so...
It didn't matter though. If he was her friend still, then great. If not, then oh well, she could survive without him. She didn't need anyone. She didn't want anyone.
A loud clatter pulled her out of her thoughts. Eric's bowl had fallen to the floor. "Having trouble there?" she asked him. He didn't answer. His eyes were completely void of any emotion, and she realized that he was shaking. "Eric?" she said his name, trying to pull him out of whatever it was that was happening to him.
He fell off of the stool he had been occupying, and hit the ground with a thud. "ALEC!!" she called out for Alec, hoping it would wake him up, and bring him into the living room, and she rushed over the Eric's side, putting a hand on his shoulder, trying to steady him.
She had thought he seemed free from scaring from Manticore. She had obviously been wrong, because things like this didn't happen to normal people.
Alec came stumbling into the room a moment latter, wearing nothing but a thin pair of white boxers. His gaze focused immediately on Eric, and he went to his knees next to Ann on the floor by Eric's side. "What happened?" Alec asked.
"I don't know, we were just talking, and he started shaking, and then he fell," she started to explain. "Alec, what's wrong with him? He seemed fine only a couple of minutes ago," she asked. She reached a hand out and placed it on Eric's face, his skin felt hot, and beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead.
"He's having a seizure," Alec told her. "Your sector was lucky, none of you suffered from them. I didn't think that many X6s had problems with them. Manticore had found the problem, and avoided it with most of you, Eric must be one of the few exceptions."
"Well, what do we do?" Ann asked, "Is there something we can give him?" she didn't like the empty look in Eric's eyes as he shook.
Alec reached out his hands, and scooped up the smaller boy up into his arms, "There was a pill or something, I can't remember what it was called. Trypto-somthing. Max has some, I think. She used to get seizures pretty badly." He carried Eric over to the couch and set him down.
"Wait here with Eric, I'm going to go see if Max has any of it left," Alec exited the apartment, leaving Ann alone with the trembling boy.
She looked down at him; his eyes were closed now so she found it easier to watch him. "Alec will be back soon, it will be okay," she said. She turned away from him, and went back into the kitchen, looking for a rag to clean up the spilled soup.
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Max leaned against the bathroom wall after stepping out of an ice cold shower. She was freezing, and shaking, but she needed it. Zane was on the other side of the door, and she did NOT want to loose control around her brother. That was the last thing she needed.
She turned the water off, and strained to hear whether or not Zane was yet awake. If he was asleep, then she could just slip back into her room, lock the door, and wait for 24 to 48 hours until she came out of it.
She almost fell to the ground in horror when she heard Alec's voice in the other room. Her mind instantly flashed to her dream, and she felt she might need another cold shower.
'Come on Max, pull yourself together' she thought to herself. All she needed to do was wait in the bathroom until he left. She listened to what was being said in the living room.
"Do you know where she keeps it?" Alec asked Zane. His voice sounded urgent.
"I have no idea. She told me she hasn't had problems with them since she was back at Manticore. She had thought they gave her some type of correction drug or something," Zane told the other man.
"Well, I know that" Alec said, "She does tell me some things, but I know she still keeps it around, just in case." Max hear ruffling noises, like he was searching for something.
Seizures. Someone was having seizures, most likely Ann or Eric since Alec was the one looking for her pills. They were in the drawer of the nightstand by her bed, but it didn't sound like Zane was going to let Alec in her room.
"Listen, Max will be out soon, just give the kid some milk, and she'll be over with the Tryptophan as soon as she's out" Zane said.
"Milk? Give him Milk? Let me look for the God damn pills!" Alec said, his voice was sounding angrier every second.
"Alec, I know Max wouldn't want you going through her things. Just wait for her to get out of the shower," Zane said calmly.
"I don't hear water running" Alec said. Max heard him taking steps, coming closer to the door, then his fist knocking against the wood. "Max, I need the Tryptophan, where do you keep it?" he asked.
God his voice sounded good. So smooth and deep. Had it always sounded so sexy? It was the perfect voice for him. She saw his face now in her mind, so smooth free of flaw. He always kept his face so smoothly shaven, his skin looked so soft. His cheeks were probably flushed with red now, from his anger and worry.
"Max, are you in there?" Alec asked again.
Max came back to her senses. Tryptophan. They needed Tryptophan. "Its in the drawer of my night stand." Her voice came out thick, and husky. She hoped that they didn't notice. "You can just go in and grab them." her voice was a little closer to normal this time.
"Thanks" Alec said. She could almost see him glaring at Zane in a little 'I told you so' fashion.
Max turned around and turned on the water. The cold water. She had just stepped out, and thanks to Alec's little arrival, she already needed another one.
A/N- Sorry for the long wait. Summer is here now though, and it shouldn't take me as long to come out with new stuff anymore. But then again I say that all the time don't I? I just wanted to tell anyone who reads this story, or any of my other stories, that I haven't abandoned any of them. They will all be finished in time. If I do however decide not to finish them I will put out a notice informing you all of the decision.
Also, I know this chapter didn't center a lot on the trouble of being in heat, even though it started out with it, but this whole chapter was really just a set up for the next one. Which I will produce as soon as I can.
In other news, I'd like to give a shout out for my other stories, just because I can. I plan to update 'Walking this way' next, which is a story taking place in Buffy-verse, centering around Faith and Connor. After that, I may attempt a new chapter for 'A Different Life, or I may come back to this one. Or, the third option, I've been working on a little piece about Ben's life up to Pollo Loco, it will connect slightly with 'Are you truly here' and the flashbacks involved in that piece. If anyone would be interested in seeing that, then just e-mail me, or leave the interest in a review.
And Please, Review.
Thanks for reading, ~Igraine