AN: Rewritten and better than ever. Inspired by Girltype and Ashantai I am
turning over a new leaf and rewriting all FA chapters. Anyways, FA2 is
nearly over. Sad, sad. About 3 more chapters I think, then we'll start FA3
by mid May I think. Well, that's the plan.
Review! I'm currently working on rewriting the rest of FA2, so I need critisim!
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*Beep *
*Beep *
*Beep *
"Damnit," Jondy swore, rolling over and slapping the 'snooze' button on the clock radio. Only when she wanted to sleep, did her clock radio actually
work.
Jondy buried under the covers, hoping she could doze off again…but she was uncomfortable. She hadn't bothered to change her clothes last night and from past experience, Jondy knew jeans and tank tops were hell to sleep in.
Beep
beep
beep.
Jondy slapped her clock radio again. Nope, this wasn't the clock radio. This was her cell phone. Damn the person who was ringing her at this hour. Damn them to Manticore. She reached for her phone and dialled into her voice mail
"Jondy, it's Max. Can you come to Logan's tomorrow? I think we should all discuss this…"
'Discuss my sex life?' Jondy sighed and continued to listen to the voice mail. So much for the loving, caring, non judgemental siblings she thought she head. Though Zane was slurring his words and loud music drowned Syl and Krit out during their messages. But Tinga and Max…both were very open about how they felt about seeing Jondy and Zack in the alley way last night…
Hence the very *minor * hangover Jondy currently had. Alcohol was evil, she decided, tossing her phone onto the pillow beside her and curling up again. Last night had been good – excellent, in fact – before Tinga and Max had barged in during Zack and her 'bonding' time.
'Maybe I could just sleep until noon…by then, Zack would've sent everyone on their way and I can avoid the nasty family intervention,' Jondy thought drowsily. Damnit, the alcohol had made her sleepy, a bad, bad side affect for her.
Sleep…
'…We can make happy, messy love.' Jondy's clock radio came to life with another pre pulse song that Jondy was so fond of.
"Okay, okay, the clock radio wins," Jondy moaned, getting out of bed and walking into the bathroom. Her clothes were crushed beyond wear-ability and her hair resembled something very…evil.
"I think I preferred my hair brown or maybe that red colour," Jondy muttered to herself, turning on the shower. Longer the shower she took, longer she could put off seeing Max and Tinga. She winced as she remembered the look of betrayal and hurt – and disgust – that were across their faces.
'Oh, I'm just gonna turn up and get the whole Max-and-Tinga-yelling thing over and down with,' Jondy decided, going through her bag, looking for clothes.
Last night, she and Zack had been making out in the alley, when Tinga had physically thrown Zack off Jondy. The fact that both Jondy and Zack looked as guilty as hell when they were caught didn't make Tinga and Max's reactions any better. In fact, Jondy speculated, the guilt probably made it worse. The shouting match that had ensured after Zack had picked himself up and come back over had to have woken at least 25 American states.
And to make Jondy's day even *better *, Zack had been the one to grab her stuff and there wasn't really anything she could wear to Logan's – being the snob he was. Jondy was more of the bohemian/thrift shop variety. She pulled on an old pair of jeans and a tie dyed peasant top and attempted to do something with her hair – she couldn't wait till it was long again.
Grabbing her stuff, Jondy locked the flat door. Logan had arranged it for her once he found out they were coming – nice place, actually.
Pulling on her coat, Jondy began the two-sector walk to Logan's place.
Her coat really was a nice one – knee length, brown leather, lined with sheep skin. She'd stolen it a while back, in New York City. She'd made some good steals in NYC. Most of her nice clothes came from NYC.
Boston was okay in small doses, but Jondy wanted to live in LA or NYC like it was pre Pulse. She loved paging through old pre Pulse magazines and trying to make the clothes she saw in magazines. Seventies style dresses, flared jeans, denim jackets…Jondy owned some variations of these things she'd made or found in a thrift shop. Or stolen, of course.
Foggle Towers loomed ahead, like a death sentence.
'Oh, for crying out loud, Jondy! You're being childish! This is your family. You'll argue, Zack's lecture and everyone will go home and life will be normal,' she mentally said.
*~*~*~*~*~*
The tension in the penthouse was so thick, you'd need a machete to cut it, Zack decided. He'd arrived just after Max and Tinga and the atmosphere was tense. Syl and Krit had arrived, their usual wacky selves, and instantly become solemn too. Zane had walked in, sat down and began reading some magazine about genetic engineering.
Logan had been extremely off hand with Zack, like he was personally blaming Zack for every problem in the world today.
Finally, Jondy breezed in, just after Logan tensely offered Zack a cup of coffee. 'He'd probably charge me for it,' Zack thought bitterly, after he refused the coffee.
She looked tired and reasonably pissed off, which cheered Zack up immensely. 'No one messes with Jondy when she's mad,' he thought, as she sat down next to him. 'I learnt that lesson the hard way.'
She accepted Logan's offer of orange juice, after cheerily telling him that post-Pulse coffee, even the expensive stuff, worked like acid after a certain amount. Cheerful about everything, Jondy is.
"So," she said. "What's the problem?" Zack's arm slid around her shoulders.
"Zack, Jondy. It's pretty obvious to everyone what's going on," Max spat, anger all over her face.
"Uh, can you remind me what was going on?" Zane asked, sheepishly. Tinga shot him a venemous glare.
"I was drunk! You rang, I didn't quite follow!"
"Fine. Syl and Krit leave last night. Jondy leaves. Zack leaves. Max and I clean up and walk outside to
Jondy and Zack…" Max made a gesture. "Groping each other up against a wall."
"I haven't actually worked out how it's any of your business," Jondy retorted.
"How could you Jondy?" Tinga burst out, with a half disgusted, half pitying look. "This is so wrong!"
"How could I do what?" Jondy demanded, leaping to her feet, glaring at her sister. "I haven't done anything wrong."
"Zack?" Max cut in from across the room. "You chose Zack? Where you in heat or something?"
"Unlike you Max, I actually have self control when I go into heat," Jondy snarled.
"So you were completely rational when you slept with your brother?"
"News flash, Maxie, he ain't my brother. Not emotionally, biologically or any way. In fact, I can safely say I have no living biological siblings." She crossed her arms, daring Max to continue.
"That's right. I remember it was your fault Justin died."
"Back off, Max," Zane snapped. "You have no right to point the blame."
"Typical," Max retorted. "You'd come to Jondy's rescue, trying to 'protect her' because you two
weren't strong enough to save her brother. Notice how Zack isn't defending you, Jondy?"
"Well," Krit stood up. "If we're pointing blame about deaths – who killed Ben? Why is Eva dead?"
Max went pale. "Ben asked me to kill him," she said quietly. "Eva is dead because Zack wasn't a good CO."
"Shut up!" Tinga yelled. Syl was watching the exchange like a tennis match. Logan looked reasonably concerned.
Jondy rolled her eyes. "Again, Maxie, you're missing the entire point. I so don't understand what the big issue is here or why it involves anyone else except me and Zack. Sure, it probably was disturbing for you to see Zack with a girl. I know it creeped me out when I saw Zack with his first girlfriend. So, it boils down to this – I got a guy. You don't like the fact that your brother figure hooked up with your sister figure."
"C'mon," Syl spoke up. "That'd even screw me up. And that's saying something."
"Jondy! Besides the fact Zack is our brother, it isn't that you got a guy or not. It's the fact you both went behind our backs – it's disgusting!" Max had a revolted look on her face. "Zack has the emotional accessability of a brick!"
"Why is it so disgusting, Max?" Jondy yelled back. "I fell in love with Zack and for some reason you can't cope with it. Even as a kid you had to be the center of attention!" Silence.
"Jondy, Zack's capability to love was beaten out of him as a child," Max put her hand on her sister's shoulder. "C'mon, I think tons of completely normal guys could go for you- You deserve better."
Jondy watched a hurt look spread across Zack's gorgeous features. "How dare you," Jondy spat, facing Max. "How can you go and say that about a man who has saved your life on more than one occasion? He escaped because YOU had seizures. You used to treat me like some little minion of yours who wasn't good enough for you. It was always Max, Max, Max back at Manticore – never Tinga or Syl or Brin or me. I think it's time you let me live my life the way I want to."
Everyone stared at her, mouths open. Max stepped backwards, an unhappy look across her face.
"Jondy, I…"
"Don't Max…" Jondy snapped.
"I'm trying to look out for you," Max swallowed. "All of the times I've seen Zack this past year, he's tried to come onto me. I know you don't deserve that, Jay," Max put her hands on her hips.
Jondy blinked, getting annoyed. "What?" To everyone's surprise, she sounded more annoyed than upset.
"Every time Zack has visited Max in the last year," Logan spoke up. "He's tried…he's tried to hook up with her."
"What?" Jondy turned to look at Zack, hands on hips and glaring. "Explain, Zack?
"Dee, it wasn't like that…I wasn't trying to…" Zack began, standing up.
"Then how was it, Zack?" Logan broke in. "Explain it to me; a lowly human." Logan's glare was fuming.
"I remember a certain night in Logan's cabin, Zack," Max said icily. "Do you…?"
"Shut up, Max" Jondy rose her voice. "Look, this isn't getting us anywhere. I'm not going to hang around here with my life choices being critisized, okay?" She stood up, grabbed her bag and made her way to the door in one fluid motion.
"Jondy," Max protested. "Wait…look, I'm sor…"
"Max, don't you think you've said enough?" Jondy asked softly. "I'll see you later guys." She hugged Zane, Krit and Syl.
"I'm sorry, Tinga. I just don't understand what I've done wrong," Jondy whispered softly in her sister's ear as she hugged her.
"Jondy?" Zack said. "See you back in Boston before you go back to Vancouver?"
"Jondy?" Zack said. "Check in with me before you head back home?"
Jondy nodded and turned. Zack's apartment was in Boston and she was currently located in Vancouver. 'Vancouver is getting old,' she thought. 'Maybe Newy York? Or Los Angeles?'
As Zack watched Jondy leave, his instincts told him to go after her and tell her to go back to Boston with him. He shook his head and returned to listening to the accusations that were being thrown about.
Review! I'm currently working on rewriting the rest of FA2, so I need critisim!
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*Beep *
*Beep *
*Beep *
"Damnit," Jondy swore, rolling over and slapping the 'snooze' button on the clock radio. Only when she wanted to sleep, did her clock radio actually
work.
Jondy buried under the covers, hoping she could doze off again…but she was uncomfortable. She hadn't bothered to change her clothes last night and from past experience, Jondy knew jeans and tank tops were hell to sleep in.
Beep
beep
beep.
Jondy slapped her clock radio again. Nope, this wasn't the clock radio. This was her cell phone. Damn the person who was ringing her at this hour. Damn them to Manticore. She reached for her phone and dialled into her voice mail
"Jondy, it's Max. Can you come to Logan's tomorrow? I think we should all discuss this…"
'Discuss my sex life?' Jondy sighed and continued to listen to the voice mail. So much for the loving, caring, non judgemental siblings she thought she head. Though Zane was slurring his words and loud music drowned Syl and Krit out during their messages. But Tinga and Max…both were very open about how they felt about seeing Jondy and Zack in the alley way last night…
Hence the very *minor * hangover Jondy currently had. Alcohol was evil, she decided, tossing her phone onto the pillow beside her and curling up again. Last night had been good – excellent, in fact – before Tinga and Max had barged in during Zack and her 'bonding' time.
'Maybe I could just sleep until noon…by then, Zack would've sent everyone on their way and I can avoid the nasty family intervention,' Jondy thought drowsily. Damnit, the alcohol had made her sleepy, a bad, bad side affect for her.
Sleep…
'…We can make happy, messy love.' Jondy's clock radio came to life with another pre pulse song that Jondy was so fond of.
"Okay, okay, the clock radio wins," Jondy moaned, getting out of bed and walking into the bathroom. Her clothes were crushed beyond wear-ability and her hair resembled something very…evil.
"I think I preferred my hair brown or maybe that red colour," Jondy muttered to herself, turning on the shower. Longer the shower she took, longer she could put off seeing Max and Tinga. She winced as she remembered the look of betrayal and hurt – and disgust – that were across their faces.
'Oh, I'm just gonna turn up and get the whole Max-and-Tinga-yelling thing over and down with,' Jondy decided, going through her bag, looking for clothes.
Last night, she and Zack had been making out in the alley, when Tinga had physically thrown Zack off Jondy. The fact that both Jondy and Zack looked as guilty as hell when they were caught didn't make Tinga and Max's reactions any better. In fact, Jondy speculated, the guilt probably made it worse. The shouting match that had ensured after Zack had picked himself up and come back over had to have woken at least 25 American states.
And to make Jondy's day even *better *, Zack had been the one to grab her stuff and there wasn't really anything she could wear to Logan's – being the snob he was. Jondy was more of the bohemian/thrift shop variety. She pulled on an old pair of jeans and a tie dyed peasant top and attempted to do something with her hair – she couldn't wait till it was long again.
Grabbing her stuff, Jondy locked the flat door. Logan had arranged it for her once he found out they were coming – nice place, actually.
Pulling on her coat, Jondy began the two-sector walk to Logan's place.
Her coat really was a nice one – knee length, brown leather, lined with sheep skin. She'd stolen it a while back, in New York City. She'd made some good steals in NYC. Most of her nice clothes came from NYC.
Boston was okay in small doses, but Jondy wanted to live in LA or NYC like it was pre Pulse. She loved paging through old pre Pulse magazines and trying to make the clothes she saw in magazines. Seventies style dresses, flared jeans, denim jackets…Jondy owned some variations of these things she'd made or found in a thrift shop. Or stolen, of course.
Foggle Towers loomed ahead, like a death sentence.
'Oh, for crying out loud, Jondy! You're being childish! This is your family. You'll argue, Zack's lecture and everyone will go home and life will be normal,' she mentally said.
*~*~*~*~*~*
The tension in the penthouse was so thick, you'd need a machete to cut it, Zack decided. He'd arrived just after Max and Tinga and the atmosphere was tense. Syl and Krit had arrived, their usual wacky selves, and instantly become solemn too. Zane had walked in, sat down and began reading some magazine about genetic engineering.
Logan had been extremely off hand with Zack, like he was personally blaming Zack for every problem in the world today.
Finally, Jondy breezed in, just after Logan tensely offered Zack a cup of coffee. 'He'd probably charge me for it,' Zack thought bitterly, after he refused the coffee.
She looked tired and reasonably pissed off, which cheered Zack up immensely. 'No one messes with Jondy when she's mad,' he thought, as she sat down next to him. 'I learnt that lesson the hard way.'
She accepted Logan's offer of orange juice, after cheerily telling him that post-Pulse coffee, even the expensive stuff, worked like acid after a certain amount. Cheerful about everything, Jondy is.
"So," she said. "What's the problem?" Zack's arm slid around her shoulders.
"Zack, Jondy. It's pretty obvious to everyone what's going on," Max spat, anger all over her face.
"Uh, can you remind me what was going on?" Zane asked, sheepishly. Tinga shot him a venemous glare.
"I was drunk! You rang, I didn't quite follow!"
"Fine. Syl and Krit leave last night. Jondy leaves. Zack leaves. Max and I clean up and walk outside to
Jondy and Zack…" Max made a gesture. "Groping each other up against a wall."
"I haven't actually worked out how it's any of your business," Jondy retorted.
"How could you Jondy?" Tinga burst out, with a half disgusted, half pitying look. "This is so wrong!"
"How could I do what?" Jondy demanded, leaping to her feet, glaring at her sister. "I haven't done anything wrong."
"Zack?" Max cut in from across the room. "You chose Zack? Where you in heat or something?"
"Unlike you Max, I actually have self control when I go into heat," Jondy snarled.
"So you were completely rational when you slept with your brother?"
"News flash, Maxie, he ain't my brother. Not emotionally, biologically or any way. In fact, I can safely say I have no living biological siblings." She crossed her arms, daring Max to continue.
"That's right. I remember it was your fault Justin died."
"Back off, Max," Zane snapped. "You have no right to point the blame."
"Typical," Max retorted. "You'd come to Jondy's rescue, trying to 'protect her' because you two
weren't strong enough to save her brother. Notice how Zack isn't defending you, Jondy?"
"Well," Krit stood up. "If we're pointing blame about deaths – who killed Ben? Why is Eva dead?"
Max went pale. "Ben asked me to kill him," she said quietly. "Eva is dead because Zack wasn't a good CO."
"Shut up!" Tinga yelled. Syl was watching the exchange like a tennis match. Logan looked reasonably concerned.
Jondy rolled her eyes. "Again, Maxie, you're missing the entire point. I so don't understand what the big issue is here or why it involves anyone else except me and Zack. Sure, it probably was disturbing for you to see Zack with a girl. I know it creeped me out when I saw Zack with his first girlfriend. So, it boils down to this – I got a guy. You don't like the fact that your brother figure hooked up with your sister figure."
"C'mon," Syl spoke up. "That'd even screw me up. And that's saying something."
"Jondy! Besides the fact Zack is our brother, it isn't that you got a guy or not. It's the fact you both went behind our backs – it's disgusting!" Max had a revolted look on her face. "Zack has the emotional accessability of a brick!"
"Why is it so disgusting, Max?" Jondy yelled back. "I fell in love with Zack and for some reason you can't cope with it. Even as a kid you had to be the center of attention!" Silence.
"Jondy, Zack's capability to love was beaten out of him as a child," Max put her hand on her sister's shoulder. "C'mon, I think tons of completely normal guys could go for you- You deserve better."
Jondy watched a hurt look spread across Zack's gorgeous features. "How dare you," Jondy spat, facing Max. "How can you go and say that about a man who has saved your life on more than one occasion? He escaped because YOU had seizures. You used to treat me like some little minion of yours who wasn't good enough for you. It was always Max, Max, Max back at Manticore – never Tinga or Syl or Brin or me. I think it's time you let me live my life the way I want to."
Everyone stared at her, mouths open. Max stepped backwards, an unhappy look across her face.
"Jondy, I…"
"Don't Max…" Jondy snapped.
"I'm trying to look out for you," Max swallowed. "All of the times I've seen Zack this past year, he's tried to come onto me. I know you don't deserve that, Jay," Max put her hands on her hips.
Jondy blinked, getting annoyed. "What?" To everyone's surprise, she sounded more annoyed than upset.
"Every time Zack has visited Max in the last year," Logan spoke up. "He's tried…he's tried to hook up with her."
"What?" Jondy turned to look at Zack, hands on hips and glaring. "Explain, Zack?
"Dee, it wasn't like that…I wasn't trying to…" Zack began, standing up.
"Then how was it, Zack?" Logan broke in. "Explain it to me; a lowly human." Logan's glare was fuming.
"I remember a certain night in Logan's cabin, Zack," Max said icily. "Do you…?"
"Shut up, Max" Jondy rose her voice. "Look, this isn't getting us anywhere. I'm not going to hang around here with my life choices being critisized, okay?" She stood up, grabbed her bag and made her way to the door in one fluid motion.
"Jondy," Max protested. "Wait…look, I'm sor…"
"Max, don't you think you've said enough?" Jondy asked softly. "I'll see you later guys." She hugged Zane, Krit and Syl.
"I'm sorry, Tinga. I just don't understand what I've done wrong," Jondy whispered softly in her sister's ear as she hugged her.
"Jondy?" Zack said. "See you back in Boston before you go back to Vancouver?"
"Jondy?" Zack said. "Check in with me before you head back home?"
Jondy nodded and turned. Zack's apartment was in Boston and she was currently located in Vancouver. 'Vancouver is getting old,' she thought. 'Maybe Newy York? Or Los Angeles?'
As Zack watched Jondy leave, his instincts told him to go after her and tell her to go back to Boston with him. He shook his head and returned to listening to the accusations that were being thrown about.