Disclaimer: Okay we all know the drill, these characters don't belong to
me, and I'm just using them for my own amusement.
Author Notes: I was really disappointed with the end of the old series and the fact that I would never read any more of the tales of my favorite Gen13- ers or 'Mongolian BBQ Horde' so I decided to write this thingy.
Okay a bit of explaining is in order so here we go; this takes place some time (roughly 5 months) after Gen13 #77 and during the first issue of the new Gen13. So that means that all of the original Gen13-ers are still gone except for Caitlin who is living in Brooklyn with the York family.
Out of all the new Gen13 characters I'm only planning on having the York brothers (Ethan and Dylan), because they are the only ones I really like. So lets just disregard any other references to the other characters okay? It makes it a whole lot easier.
Okay I think I've covered everything without giving crap away..so on with the show.
This is How the Story Begins, Part 1
By starched_undergarments
Nate, or Captain Bitterness as his friends dubbed him, was not one to ask for help or to talk about his 'feelings' so when he awoke from his slumber covered in a cold sweat gasping for air he immediately dismissed any ideas of waking one of his team mates in order to gain peace of mind.
Instead he laid there, eyes open, his mind fully awake. The dream itself hadn't started out so bad, he had been walking along a beautiful path in what seemed to be a lush park, the air was warm and smelt of fresh flowers, one of which he recognized as tulips. In the distance he could hear children laughing and the song of some kind of bird he couldn't place.
He stopped and sat down on a bench that had conveniently appeared (it was dream after all) and leaned against the warm wood, closing his eyes.
"Hey there," a gentle voice said next to him, and he was not entirely surprised to find, when he opened his eyes, that Caitlin was sitting next to him. She was smiling at him, her red hair falling over her shoulders in gentle spirals. She wore an emerald green sundress, one that was a little too short and perhaps a little too tight in the right places. Once again, it was his dream after all.
"Hey, what's up?" He asked casually, his eyes traveling up and down her form shamelessly.
"Not much, the usual." She replied, a strap of the dress slipping down past her shoulder suggestively. She adjusted it and smiled at him, that lovely heart warming smile she had used to many times in life and asked if he would take a walk with her.
The two stood and began to walk, their hands instinctively grasping one another's. Nate could feel the sun on his neck and the warmth of her hand in his, the intoxicating aroma of tulips emanating from all around them.
He stole another glance at her and smiled, in life Caitlin Fairchild had been one of the most beautiful women he had ever met, but her beauty wasn't just because of her daunting height (a full 6 foot 4) or her voluptuous yet muscular body. Her beauty was her confidence, her strength, her loyalty and most of all her purity.
He had been attracted to her of course, but she was an intelligent girl, smart, on his level even (something that made her even more attractive in his eyes, being one that values a good intellectual conversation) and she would have eventually found out more about him.
And some of the less than ideal things he had done in his life. And truthfully Nate thought that she wouldn't have liked him so much in the end.
So maybe it was better that she was gone.
"Penny for your thoughts?" She asked him as they passed under an apple tree.
"Just thinking about you," he replied honestly, plucking one of the ripe fruits.
"My aren't we smooth today," she said and giggled, he grinned at her and rolled the apple down his arm, flicking his wrist at the end as to make it hop from his arm to her. She caught it and smiled back at him.
"So where are we going?" He asked, moving closer, slinging an arm around her smooth waist.
"I want to show you something."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah," she said, her eyes gleaming mischievously.
She led him further down into the park, their arms linked around each other's waists; their hips brushing against one another's as they walked together in the sun.
They stopped when they came upon a playground, a few children ran around unattended to. There was a large slide; a few swings and a sandpit in which a small girl was playing in, her face dirty and her black hair tied back in short pigtails.
Nate walked over to her and hunkered down, "whatcha doing honey?"
She looked up and smiled brightly, her lips a shade of bright pink, "I'm drawing" she proclaimed simply.
Nate nodded and looked into the dirt, in which she had drawn a large spiral; it's curves rolling on in a continuous loop forever and ever.
"Nate c'mon! I need a push!" he heard Caitlin call, he took one last look at the little girl who was now curiously enough dressed in a school girl's uniform, a small golden cross hung around her neck.
"There's that dirty old man streak," he mused to himself as he headed over to Caitlin, who was on one of he swings, kicking her legs anxiously. He reached her and began to push, she giggled excitedly and pumped her legs with the rhythm, her dress creeping up her thighs with each push. He smiled and pushed her harder, feeling the simplicity of the moment yet loving it just the same.
She jumped off the swing just as it arced forward and for one moment it looked as if she were floating, her dress swirling about her waist, her 'unmentionables' in plain sight. She landed and stood, her face gleaming with joy, her hair tousled from the jump; she curled her finger at him in a suggestive 'c'mere' gesture.
He walked over, a slightly roguish grin spreading across his face; when he reached her he wrapped his arms around her and she kissed him. Her lips were sweet and he dug his hands into her hair, kissing her harder, their tongues grazing against each other.
The sun shone brightly against them and it felt as if it was just the two of them, illuminated against the dazzling light, their lips locked and their hands running up and down one another's firm bodies like cool water.
She drew back, only to pull him roughly to the ground. Soft grass tickled the back of his neck as she almost feverishly kissed and touched him. He grinned as she climbed on top of him, straddling him.
"A little dominant aren't we?" He teased playfully, his heart rate quickening.
"A little," she admitted and laughed, the sound merry and melodious.
He gazed up into her eyes, their sparkling green depths enthralling him, and he shivered despite the warmth. Something about them seemed so powerful. Her mouth worked against his as the two of them explored each other's bodies; she sat up, her body directly in front of the glowing sun and shook her hair smiling down upon him.
Her mouth moved yet he couldn't hear her, could only see her almost angelic form before him and even that was beginning to fade against the gleaming rays of light.
"Caitlin?" He tried to sit up, panicked, the light shone in his eyes and he squinted to see her, it was so bright. So bright.
He awoke to the deafening scream of a silent explosion.
***
More than a few cities over Caitlin Fairchild awoke with a gasp, her body instinctively drawing itself up into attack mode, the result of which caused her to tangle her limbs in her sheets and fall not so gracefully to the floor.
"Oooomph!"
She lay there for a moment, tangled and twisted in her sheets; the sound of her harsh breathing slowing returning to normal.
*That light.* Her mind mused, *and the girl, remember the girl Caitlin, above all else..*
The door opened suddenly, spilling light into her room and startling her.
"Miss Fairchild? Hello? You okay?"
She laughed at herself and stood up, de-tangling herself from her covers, turned and regarded the two curious boys that now stood in her doorway.
Ethan and Dylan York were twins, sons of Ellen and the late Michael York and were both students at Stanley Leiber High School at which she was the new Vice Principal and Student Affairs and Guidence of. Both were nice, fairly well behaved boys, and both were peering into her room at present time with the exact same expression of concern and alarm.
She smiled and ran a hand through her slightly tangled hair, "Yes I'm fine, I must have had a bit of a nightmare or something. Thank you for your concern boys but I'm okay." She said, adjusting her nightgown, completely unaware of the two boy's gaping jaws or traveling eyes.
She turned to them, composed and calm, "why don't you boys head back up to bed, it's late and you two have school in the morning." She smiled at them and they both blushed and hurriedly left, she shook her head and closed the door.
Once back in bed she lay awake, the dream running over and over in her mind, she sighed and turned over onto her side.
*Remember the girl..* her mind whispered as she drifted off to sleep.
***
"Did you see her in those jammies? Oh man, I don't think I'll be able to sleep at all tonight!" Dylan exclaimed to his brother as the two of them climbed back into their respective beds.
Ethan grinned, "I know! She's a total bomb but don't you think it's kind of weird to be checking out our Vice Principal not to mention mom's tenant?"
Dylan seemed to ponder this; he shook his head.
"Nah!"
The two boys laughed, trying to muffle it with their pillows as to not wake any of the other residents of the York house.
"Hey, how old do you think she is?" Ethan asked, propping himself up on his elbow. His eyes were adjusting to the dark and he could see his brother in the bed next to his. On his back, his covers pulled up snugly under his armpits.
"I dunno, not too old. Maybe like 24?"
Ethan nodded; she didn't look older than that, especially her body! He blushed in the dark and turned onto his back, staring up at the ceiling and thinking about Miss Fairchild.
His mother had put the ad out about a tenant at first for the fact that money was really tight but the larger reason being that she was working over-time, trying to keep an eye of her two twin boys as well as Samantha their little sister and the new baby Jenny. Caitlin was very helpful around the house and the two younger siblings loved her to death, the boys on the other hand felt a kind of awkwardness around her.
It probably had to do with the fact that she looked like the type of woman every man would have wet dreams about, and it didn't help that her job was one of power and discipline. Chalk another point up on the old hormonal scale.
However Ethan thought she was more than just mom's tenant or the new Vice Principal who always seemed to be saving their asses when Mr. Hammilton went on one his constant rages, she seemed to have this feeling of power, of protection, and most all she almost seemed to know what he was going through.
*Caitlin.that was the name of the angel in my dream.*
"You think she's into younger guys?" He heard his brother ask and he laughed quietly, turning over onto his side.
"You wish Dyl-Dope."
***
Darkness surrounded her; she was alone, deep in her own subconscious. She could see distant images, floating off in and around the black fog; she reached out to one and found that it dissipated at her touch.
Drip.
The hollow sound echoed in the dark and she started towards it, each step taken slowly and cautiously on the dim trail. The once foggy images had faded and in return there were now voices, murmuring amongst the shadows, a drone of inconsistent words, strung together on a high frequency.
Drip.
She could see the liquid now, could see the steady drops that were pooling perfectly into a symmetrical circle. The voices were louder by the fluid, the pitch raising itself to an almost level and she clamped her hands to her ears in a desperate yet futile attempt to block them out. The volume rose, screeching whispers that sounded like glass being chewed.
Drip.
A fresh drop of liquid splashed into the puddle and she gasped, noticing that the liquid was not clear like water but rather, was red, a dark crimson.
Blood.
She looked up, terrified yet morbidly curious to find the source.
At first she could see nothing, only the dense fog of her mind and then it cleared.
"Oh god." She whispered.
It was a body, hers in fact, split open from neck to groin. Her rib cage had been cracked open like a rusty drawbridge, her lungs and heart missing. The rest of her innards hung out, her intestines spiraling down towards her like some sort of sick worn out spring. Blood oozed down and off of them, sending delicate drops down onto the earth.
The voices stopped and silence hung in the air like an angry ghost, her mind reeled, her gut clenching with fear.
She looked up once more into her own dead face and saw that the eyes were open, glowing fierce red embers in the dark. Her twin opened its mouth and blood spurted out, splashing her, coating her. She gagged and tried to wipe off the sticky sweet liquid, it was then that she heard it.
A gurgling, almost rasping sound, like a voice that was choking on its own words. She looked up and saw that her body was now grinning down at her, the red eyes blazing.
"YOU WILL BE JUDGED."
She opened her mouth and screamed.
***
End Part 1
Author Notes: I was really disappointed with the end of the old series and the fact that I would never read any more of the tales of my favorite Gen13- ers or 'Mongolian BBQ Horde' so I decided to write this thingy.
Okay a bit of explaining is in order so here we go; this takes place some time (roughly 5 months) after Gen13 #77 and during the first issue of the new Gen13. So that means that all of the original Gen13-ers are still gone except for Caitlin who is living in Brooklyn with the York family.
Out of all the new Gen13 characters I'm only planning on having the York brothers (Ethan and Dylan), because they are the only ones I really like. So lets just disregard any other references to the other characters okay? It makes it a whole lot easier.
Okay I think I've covered everything without giving crap away..so on with the show.
This is How the Story Begins, Part 1
By starched_undergarments
Nate, or Captain Bitterness as his friends dubbed him, was not one to ask for help or to talk about his 'feelings' so when he awoke from his slumber covered in a cold sweat gasping for air he immediately dismissed any ideas of waking one of his team mates in order to gain peace of mind.
Instead he laid there, eyes open, his mind fully awake. The dream itself hadn't started out so bad, he had been walking along a beautiful path in what seemed to be a lush park, the air was warm and smelt of fresh flowers, one of which he recognized as tulips. In the distance he could hear children laughing and the song of some kind of bird he couldn't place.
He stopped and sat down on a bench that had conveniently appeared (it was dream after all) and leaned against the warm wood, closing his eyes.
"Hey there," a gentle voice said next to him, and he was not entirely surprised to find, when he opened his eyes, that Caitlin was sitting next to him. She was smiling at him, her red hair falling over her shoulders in gentle spirals. She wore an emerald green sundress, one that was a little too short and perhaps a little too tight in the right places. Once again, it was his dream after all.
"Hey, what's up?" He asked casually, his eyes traveling up and down her form shamelessly.
"Not much, the usual." She replied, a strap of the dress slipping down past her shoulder suggestively. She adjusted it and smiled at him, that lovely heart warming smile she had used to many times in life and asked if he would take a walk with her.
The two stood and began to walk, their hands instinctively grasping one another's. Nate could feel the sun on his neck and the warmth of her hand in his, the intoxicating aroma of tulips emanating from all around them.
He stole another glance at her and smiled, in life Caitlin Fairchild had been one of the most beautiful women he had ever met, but her beauty wasn't just because of her daunting height (a full 6 foot 4) or her voluptuous yet muscular body. Her beauty was her confidence, her strength, her loyalty and most of all her purity.
He had been attracted to her of course, but she was an intelligent girl, smart, on his level even (something that made her even more attractive in his eyes, being one that values a good intellectual conversation) and she would have eventually found out more about him.
And some of the less than ideal things he had done in his life. And truthfully Nate thought that she wouldn't have liked him so much in the end.
So maybe it was better that she was gone.
"Penny for your thoughts?" She asked him as they passed under an apple tree.
"Just thinking about you," he replied honestly, plucking one of the ripe fruits.
"My aren't we smooth today," she said and giggled, he grinned at her and rolled the apple down his arm, flicking his wrist at the end as to make it hop from his arm to her. She caught it and smiled back at him.
"So where are we going?" He asked, moving closer, slinging an arm around her smooth waist.
"I want to show you something."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah," she said, her eyes gleaming mischievously.
She led him further down into the park, their arms linked around each other's waists; their hips brushing against one another's as they walked together in the sun.
They stopped when they came upon a playground, a few children ran around unattended to. There was a large slide; a few swings and a sandpit in which a small girl was playing in, her face dirty and her black hair tied back in short pigtails.
Nate walked over to her and hunkered down, "whatcha doing honey?"
She looked up and smiled brightly, her lips a shade of bright pink, "I'm drawing" she proclaimed simply.
Nate nodded and looked into the dirt, in which she had drawn a large spiral; it's curves rolling on in a continuous loop forever and ever.
"Nate c'mon! I need a push!" he heard Caitlin call, he took one last look at the little girl who was now curiously enough dressed in a school girl's uniform, a small golden cross hung around her neck.
"There's that dirty old man streak," he mused to himself as he headed over to Caitlin, who was on one of he swings, kicking her legs anxiously. He reached her and began to push, she giggled excitedly and pumped her legs with the rhythm, her dress creeping up her thighs with each push. He smiled and pushed her harder, feeling the simplicity of the moment yet loving it just the same.
She jumped off the swing just as it arced forward and for one moment it looked as if she were floating, her dress swirling about her waist, her 'unmentionables' in plain sight. She landed and stood, her face gleaming with joy, her hair tousled from the jump; she curled her finger at him in a suggestive 'c'mere' gesture.
He walked over, a slightly roguish grin spreading across his face; when he reached her he wrapped his arms around her and she kissed him. Her lips were sweet and he dug his hands into her hair, kissing her harder, their tongues grazing against each other.
The sun shone brightly against them and it felt as if it was just the two of them, illuminated against the dazzling light, their lips locked and their hands running up and down one another's firm bodies like cool water.
She drew back, only to pull him roughly to the ground. Soft grass tickled the back of his neck as she almost feverishly kissed and touched him. He grinned as she climbed on top of him, straddling him.
"A little dominant aren't we?" He teased playfully, his heart rate quickening.
"A little," she admitted and laughed, the sound merry and melodious.
He gazed up into her eyes, their sparkling green depths enthralling him, and he shivered despite the warmth. Something about them seemed so powerful. Her mouth worked against his as the two of them explored each other's bodies; she sat up, her body directly in front of the glowing sun and shook her hair smiling down upon him.
Her mouth moved yet he couldn't hear her, could only see her almost angelic form before him and even that was beginning to fade against the gleaming rays of light.
"Caitlin?" He tried to sit up, panicked, the light shone in his eyes and he squinted to see her, it was so bright. So bright.
He awoke to the deafening scream of a silent explosion.
***
More than a few cities over Caitlin Fairchild awoke with a gasp, her body instinctively drawing itself up into attack mode, the result of which caused her to tangle her limbs in her sheets and fall not so gracefully to the floor.
"Oooomph!"
She lay there for a moment, tangled and twisted in her sheets; the sound of her harsh breathing slowing returning to normal.
*That light.* Her mind mused, *and the girl, remember the girl Caitlin, above all else..*
The door opened suddenly, spilling light into her room and startling her.
"Miss Fairchild? Hello? You okay?"
She laughed at herself and stood up, de-tangling herself from her covers, turned and regarded the two curious boys that now stood in her doorway.
Ethan and Dylan York were twins, sons of Ellen and the late Michael York and were both students at Stanley Leiber High School at which she was the new Vice Principal and Student Affairs and Guidence of. Both were nice, fairly well behaved boys, and both were peering into her room at present time with the exact same expression of concern and alarm.
She smiled and ran a hand through her slightly tangled hair, "Yes I'm fine, I must have had a bit of a nightmare or something. Thank you for your concern boys but I'm okay." She said, adjusting her nightgown, completely unaware of the two boy's gaping jaws or traveling eyes.
She turned to them, composed and calm, "why don't you boys head back up to bed, it's late and you two have school in the morning." She smiled at them and they both blushed and hurriedly left, she shook her head and closed the door.
Once back in bed she lay awake, the dream running over and over in her mind, she sighed and turned over onto her side.
*Remember the girl..* her mind whispered as she drifted off to sleep.
***
"Did you see her in those jammies? Oh man, I don't think I'll be able to sleep at all tonight!" Dylan exclaimed to his brother as the two of them climbed back into their respective beds.
Ethan grinned, "I know! She's a total bomb but don't you think it's kind of weird to be checking out our Vice Principal not to mention mom's tenant?"
Dylan seemed to ponder this; he shook his head.
"Nah!"
The two boys laughed, trying to muffle it with their pillows as to not wake any of the other residents of the York house.
"Hey, how old do you think she is?" Ethan asked, propping himself up on his elbow. His eyes were adjusting to the dark and he could see his brother in the bed next to his. On his back, his covers pulled up snugly under his armpits.
"I dunno, not too old. Maybe like 24?"
Ethan nodded; she didn't look older than that, especially her body! He blushed in the dark and turned onto his back, staring up at the ceiling and thinking about Miss Fairchild.
His mother had put the ad out about a tenant at first for the fact that money was really tight but the larger reason being that she was working over-time, trying to keep an eye of her two twin boys as well as Samantha their little sister and the new baby Jenny. Caitlin was very helpful around the house and the two younger siblings loved her to death, the boys on the other hand felt a kind of awkwardness around her.
It probably had to do with the fact that she looked like the type of woman every man would have wet dreams about, and it didn't help that her job was one of power and discipline. Chalk another point up on the old hormonal scale.
However Ethan thought she was more than just mom's tenant or the new Vice Principal who always seemed to be saving their asses when Mr. Hammilton went on one his constant rages, she seemed to have this feeling of power, of protection, and most all she almost seemed to know what he was going through.
*Caitlin.that was the name of the angel in my dream.*
"You think she's into younger guys?" He heard his brother ask and he laughed quietly, turning over onto his side.
"You wish Dyl-Dope."
***
Darkness surrounded her; she was alone, deep in her own subconscious. She could see distant images, floating off in and around the black fog; she reached out to one and found that it dissipated at her touch.
Drip.
The hollow sound echoed in the dark and she started towards it, each step taken slowly and cautiously on the dim trail. The once foggy images had faded and in return there were now voices, murmuring amongst the shadows, a drone of inconsistent words, strung together on a high frequency.
Drip.
She could see the liquid now, could see the steady drops that were pooling perfectly into a symmetrical circle. The voices were louder by the fluid, the pitch raising itself to an almost level and she clamped her hands to her ears in a desperate yet futile attempt to block them out. The volume rose, screeching whispers that sounded like glass being chewed.
Drip.
A fresh drop of liquid splashed into the puddle and she gasped, noticing that the liquid was not clear like water but rather, was red, a dark crimson.
Blood.
She looked up, terrified yet morbidly curious to find the source.
At first she could see nothing, only the dense fog of her mind and then it cleared.
"Oh god." She whispered.
It was a body, hers in fact, split open from neck to groin. Her rib cage had been cracked open like a rusty drawbridge, her lungs and heart missing. The rest of her innards hung out, her intestines spiraling down towards her like some sort of sick worn out spring. Blood oozed down and off of them, sending delicate drops down onto the earth.
The voices stopped and silence hung in the air like an angry ghost, her mind reeled, her gut clenching with fear.
She looked up once more into her own dead face and saw that the eyes were open, glowing fierce red embers in the dark. Her twin opened its mouth and blood spurted out, splashing her, coating her. She gagged and tried to wipe off the sticky sweet liquid, it was then that she heard it.
A gurgling, almost rasping sound, like a voice that was choking on its own words. She looked up and saw that her body was now grinning down at her, the red eyes blazing.
"YOU WILL BE JUDGED."
She opened her mouth and screamed.
***
End Part 1