Title: Time Cubed
Author: dragons_syn
Email: dragons_syn@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17 to R
Pairing: Jesse and Grae (my own character)
Disclaimer: I do not own Mutant X or any of the characters of Mutant X. I am purely borrowing the characters for the purpose of entertainment. I do however own the character Grace/Grae Summary: (AU) Takes place after Time Squared. The effects of Gabriel Ashlocke killing his parents have unforeseen consequences.
Chapter 2-Enter stage left
Grace tossed and turned in her sleep. She was dreaming. She was in this swirling mass of images, some familiar and others completely unfamiliar. She didn't understand what she was looking at, what was happening all around her. All she knew was that she felt like she was being pulled, like some force was trying to drag her someplace, someplace unfamiliar and unnerving. As she kept looking around at her surroundings, below her, she watched a space shuttle take off. To her right a war was taking place. Above her a wedding of a couple whom she did not know, was taking place. And then something caught her eye; she glanced to her left and saw a figure. It was obviously a man, someone she didn't recognize, she couldn't make out his face, but she got a "vibe" from him. He didn't pose a threat but she was still unsure of who this figure was, friend or foe. And then as quickly has he appeared, he disappeared.
Grace bolted up in her bed, breathing heavily.
"Not again." she groaned. "What is going on with me?"
She got up out of bed and quietly crept out of her bedroom and past her brothers who were asleep in the family room. Grace and her three brothers lived in a two bedroom apartment; she had her own room being the only girl. The boys however shared the remaining bedroom, whoever either got home first and crashed out on the bed got the room for the night, or whoever needed some private time with a "friend", got the room for the night. She always thought it was funny that her brothers would always say "friend". It was almost like they thought she was naïve about sex and "relations" as they put it sometimes. She took notice that the eldest of her brothers was not sacked out in the family room so it was a safe assumption that he was with his girlfriend tonight. Grace walked as quietly as she could to the kitchen to get something, she wasn't quite sure what she wanted. A glass of milk, water, a shot of vodka. All she knew was that it was going to take her a little while to get to sleep. While staring into the refrigerator, she decided to make herself a sandwich.
"Could." At that moment, upon hearing someone speak, the knife she was holding went sailing through the air at the person who had started talking. Ducking to avoid the knife, the shadowed person yelled "Whoa Jeez! What the hell is wrong with you?!"
"Jesus! Tommy! Don't sneak up on me like that! Are you OK? Did I get you?" Grace said running over to her brother, her confidante, her best friend. "Tommy, did I get you?!" she asked again, turning on the kitchen light and checking him over to make sure that she didn't actually cut him.
"Yeah, I am fine, what has gotten into you? Why are you so jumpy?" Tommy asked with concern as he pulled the knife from the wall. He knew all too well that when Grace got jumpy, there were only three explanations. She was either bothered by something, scared of something, or felt threatened by something. Tommy remembered the first time he and his brothers had met Grace.
He and Joey were walking home from school. Doug, the eldest brother, was late from picking them up from school. That seemed to happen a lot, especially since their parents had been killed in a car accident. So Tommy and Joey, the middle brother, decided that they would just head on home. A couple of blocks from school, Doug comes pulling up beside them, apologizing profusely for being late. They all understood, that now that Doug had to work to keep them together as a family, that sometimes he was going to be late. Just as he and Joey were about to get in the car, they all heard some screaming and yelling and what sounded like a fight coming from the alley just a few feet ahead of them. Doug pulled over and parked his car and they all ran into the alley. The one thing that their parents always told them was to help those in need, so they didn't hesitate to see if they could be of some help. When they got the where the commotion was, they were dumbfounded. A gang of people, which was comprised mostly teenage boys, were picking on someone, someone who was obviously smaller than they were. This person was putting up a hell of a fight, the victim executed a perfect roundhouse kick to their attackers head, sending him to the ground, then turning to the next one and managing to connect with an upper cut to the attackers jaw, and a kick to attackers bread basket, then managing to take out a couple more of their attackers, and when it looked like the victim may have had the upper hand, the gang would overwhelm the person with sheer number of assailants, some carrying bats, others with 2 by 4s, some with chains, and still others beating the poor person with they bare hands. Then the boys would back off, almost taunting this poor creature. Doug and his brothers were not going to let this continue and joined in. As soon as the three of them showed up, the group scattered leaving this poor beaten person, lying on the floor. As Doug approached to lend a hand, he was met with a swift kick to the breadbasket and a good punch square to the face. Doug stumbled backwards, reeling from the sheer force that such a small person was able to summon. And then the person collapsed. Just fell to the ground. Obviously, this person had been taunted and beaten for quite awhile before they showed up. Joey tentatively approached the unconscious figure lying on the ground, bruised and bleeding.
"Uh, Dougy, Tommy! This a girl!"
"What?!" Doug and Tommy exclaimed. They were amazed that this little girl, who when they finally got a look at her, couldn't have been more than 15 years old.
"Joey, pick her up. Gently. Let's get her home." Doug said.
Joey gingerly picked up this poor unfortunate creature, gently laid her down in the back seat of Doug's 1967 Ford Mustang, and hopped in next to Tommy.
"Heeellooo?! Earth to Major Tom? Come in Major Tom?" Grace said while snapping her fingers in front of Tommy's face.
"Wha, huh? Oh, sorry, just remembering something. Anyway, as I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted." He said handing her back the knife she was using "Couldn't sleep, huh?"
"Yeah." She replied.
"What's wrong, Grae and don't tell me nothing, the only time you start throwing sharp objects at us, is when you are bothered by something, so what is it?"
"It's noth.well.you see.I am having those weird dreams again." She said, returning to her sandwich making.
"What! You don't mean the dreams that, that.THE dreams? How long? Are you OK?"
"Tommy, Tommy, whoa slow down, I am fine, and they just started again tonight, but this time they were different. This time there was somebody else there with me. I couldn't see exactly who he was, but I know I felt someone else there. You want half?" she said as she sat down at the table next to Tommy, offering him part of her sandwich, while she poured herself and Tommy some milk.
"Sure, while I am up" Tommy said, as he grabbed the other half the sandwich. "You wanna talk about it?"
"Not right now, still a little wigged. How about tomorrow, after breakfast?"
"I will hold you to that, tomorrow, or this morning, whatever, after breakfast."
"You got it, I think I am going to go back to bed." She got up, finished the glass of milk, put the plate and the glass in the sink, the milk back in the refrigerator, then turned to head back to her room. "Oh and thanks!" Grace turned around and gave Tommy a kiss on the cheek. "Good night."
"Good night, come and wake me up if you change your mind on the talking thing, kay?"
"Kay. Nite" and with that Grace walked out of the kitchen.
Author: dragons_syn
Email: dragons_syn@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17 to R
Pairing: Jesse and Grae (my own character)
Disclaimer: I do not own Mutant X or any of the characters of Mutant X. I am purely borrowing the characters for the purpose of entertainment. I do however own the character Grace/Grae Summary: (AU) Takes place after Time Squared. The effects of Gabriel Ashlocke killing his parents have unforeseen consequences.
Chapter 2-Enter stage left
Grace tossed and turned in her sleep. She was dreaming. She was in this swirling mass of images, some familiar and others completely unfamiliar. She didn't understand what she was looking at, what was happening all around her. All she knew was that she felt like she was being pulled, like some force was trying to drag her someplace, someplace unfamiliar and unnerving. As she kept looking around at her surroundings, below her, she watched a space shuttle take off. To her right a war was taking place. Above her a wedding of a couple whom she did not know, was taking place. And then something caught her eye; she glanced to her left and saw a figure. It was obviously a man, someone she didn't recognize, she couldn't make out his face, but she got a "vibe" from him. He didn't pose a threat but she was still unsure of who this figure was, friend or foe. And then as quickly has he appeared, he disappeared.
Grace bolted up in her bed, breathing heavily.
"Not again." she groaned. "What is going on with me?"
She got up out of bed and quietly crept out of her bedroom and past her brothers who were asleep in the family room. Grace and her three brothers lived in a two bedroom apartment; she had her own room being the only girl. The boys however shared the remaining bedroom, whoever either got home first and crashed out on the bed got the room for the night, or whoever needed some private time with a "friend", got the room for the night. She always thought it was funny that her brothers would always say "friend". It was almost like they thought she was naïve about sex and "relations" as they put it sometimes. She took notice that the eldest of her brothers was not sacked out in the family room so it was a safe assumption that he was with his girlfriend tonight. Grace walked as quietly as she could to the kitchen to get something, she wasn't quite sure what she wanted. A glass of milk, water, a shot of vodka. All she knew was that it was going to take her a little while to get to sleep. While staring into the refrigerator, she decided to make herself a sandwich.
"Could." At that moment, upon hearing someone speak, the knife she was holding went sailing through the air at the person who had started talking. Ducking to avoid the knife, the shadowed person yelled "Whoa Jeez! What the hell is wrong with you?!"
"Jesus! Tommy! Don't sneak up on me like that! Are you OK? Did I get you?" Grace said running over to her brother, her confidante, her best friend. "Tommy, did I get you?!" she asked again, turning on the kitchen light and checking him over to make sure that she didn't actually cut him.
"Yeah, I am fine, what has gotten into you? Why are you so jumpy?" Tommy asked with concern as he pulled the knife from the wall. He knew all too well that when Grace got jumpy, there were only three explanations. She was either bothered by something, scared of something, or felt threatened by something. Tommy remembered the first time he and his brothers had met Grace.
He and Joey were walking home from school. Doug, the eldest brother, was late from picking them up from school. That seemed to happen a lot, especially since their parents had been killed in a car accident. So Tommy and Joey, the middle brother, decided that they would just head on home. A couple of blocks from school, Doug comes pulling up beside them, apologizing profusely for being late. They all understood, that now that Doug had to work to keep them together as a family, that sometimes he was going to be late. Just as he and Joey were about to get in the car, they all heard some screaming and yelling and what sounded like a fight coming from the alley just a few feet ahead of them. Doug pulled over and parked his car and they all ran into the alley. The one thing that their parents always told them was to help those in need, so they didn't hesitate to see if they could be of some help. When they got the where the commotion was, they were dumbfounded. A gang of people, which was comprised mostly teenage boys, were picking on someone, someone who was obviously smaller than they were. This person was putting up a hell of a fight, the victim executed a perfect roundhouse kick to their attackers head, sending him to the ground, then turning to the next one and managing to connect with an upper cut to the attackers jaw, and a kick to attackers bread basket, then managing to take out a couple more of their attackers, and when it looked like the victim may have had the upper hand, the gang would overwhelm the person with sheer number of assailants, some carrying bats, others with 2 by 4s, some with chains, and still others beating the poor person with they bare hands. Then the boys would back off, almost taunting this poor creature. Doug and his brothers were not going to let this continue and joined in. As soon as the three of them showed up, the group scattered leaving this poor beaten person, lying on the floor. As Doug approached to lend a hand, he was met with a swift kick to the breadbasket and a good punch square to the face. Doug stumbled backwards, reeling from the sheer force that such a small person was able to summon. And then the person collapsed. Just fell to the ground. Obviously, this person had been taunted and beaten for quite awhile before they showed up. Joey tentatively approached the unconscious figure lying on the ground, bruised and bleeding.
"Uh, Dougy, Tommy! This a girl!"
"What?!" Doug and Tommy exclaimed. They were amazed that this little girl, who when they finally got a look at her, couldn't have been more than 15 years old.
"Joey, pick her up. Gently. Let's get her home." Doug said.
Joey gingerly picked up this poor unfortunate creature, gently laid her down in the back seat of Doug's 1967 Ford Mustang, and hopped in next to Tommy.
"Heeellooo?! Earth to Major Tom? Come in Major Tom?" Grace said while snapping her fingers in front of Tommy's face.
"Wha, huh? Oh, sorry, just remembering something. Anyway, as I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted." He said handing her back the knife she was using "Couldn't sleep, huh?"
"Yeah." She replied.
"What's wrong, Grae and don't tell me nothing, the only time you start throwing sharp objects at us, is when you are bothered by something, so what is it?"
"It's noth.well.you see.I am having those weird dreams again." She said, returning to her sandwich making.
"What! You don't mean the dreams that, that.THE dreams? How long? Are you OK?"
"Tommy, Tommy, whoa slow down, I am fine, and they just started again tonight, but this time they were different. This time there was somebody else there with me. I couldn't see exactly who he was, but I know I felt someone else there. You want half?" she said as she sat down at the table next to Tommy, offering him part of her sandwich, while she poured herself and Tommy some milk.
"Sure, while I am up" Tommy said, as he grabbed the other half the sandwich. "You wanna talk about it?"
"Not right now, still a little wigged. How about tomorrow, after breakfast?"
"I will hold you to that, tomorrow, or this morning, whatever, after breakfast."
"You got it, I think I am going to go back to bed." She got up, finished the glass of milk, put the plate and the glass in the sink, the milk back in the refrigerator, then turned to head back to her room. "Oh and thanks!" Grace turned around and gave Tommy a kiss on the cheek. "Good night."
"Good night, come and wake me up if you change your mind on the talking thing, kay?"
"Kay. Nite" and with that Grace walked out of the kitchen.