ONCE INSIDE
DISCLAMER: Mutant X.don't own em.
The elemental sat uncontrollably still, his eyes lowered to the new beer bottle. Jesse looked at him, knowing what he was thinking. Brennen, it wasn't you that attacked Jordan. They did drug you with some sort of hormonal complex."
"Are you telling me everything?"
"Yeah. Jordan had made me promise not too. She knew it would upset you."
Brennen sat up, turning his face away as his leg jumped violently. Drugged or not, it shouldn't have happened. He looked at the hands capable of throwing the slender woman onto the concrete. "You're telling me everything?"
"Yeah. You didn't force yourself on her or anything like that. The drug made you completely out of control. If Jordan had truly felt violated, you would know and she definitely wouldn't have kissed you tonight." His mind drifted back to the dance floor. On that one slow song, when he'd been so forward, she tensed up in her arms, but gave into him.
"Anyway," Jesse replied, attempting to break the man from his thoughts. "When we got in the ring, you were still up. Do you remember?"
"Yeah," he replied, shifting in his chair. "I remember that."
He and Jesse stood face to face, the molecular running off of anger from the man throttling his teammate. He watched as Brennen stood, dangerously poised like a bull who'd seen red. The blonde knew this would be ugly.
For an eternity, they fought, pummeling each other with a blatant display of their powers. Brennen could have killed Jesse in that ring. Jesse could have beaten him to death in a massed rage. But the molecular stuck something into his gut, causing a violent reaction. Brennen remembered the man helping him up, but pushed away to stumble out of the ring. By then, a bunch of cops were running past him. Jesse had been some ways back, trying to get to him, but the elemental was soon out of sight.
"Adam had told me to let you leave, and get out. He didn't know if we'd find you or not, but we couldn't risk our cover. The sedative would have made you too weak to attack, anyway. So we bolted."
"I remember now."
He'd pushed his way threw the crowd and into the night air, his mind buzzing as the cold hit him. The elemental stumbled through the parking lot, trying to keep enough energy to hotwire a car. There were too many limos to ensure his escape so he pushed forward, till reaching a deck with several SUV's. Brennen hid behind one, watching a woman rush to her Black 4x4.
The medicine was still strong in his system as he bolted. This was his only chance. He waited till she got in and shocked the back door, rolling into the trunk space. His body was screaming at him now. The fresh cuts and bruises burned against the expensive carpeting.
She drove another twenty minutes in silence. The elemental lay trying to pinpoint their location from passing sounds while not passing out. He felt his body weakening as she sped down the highway cursing at traffic. "Come on! It's a fuckin' speedway, you can do seventy!" The dark man managed a grin as he waited. Finally, when he felt them slowing, his ears strained on the sound of a garage door opening. This was his time.
The woman backed into the opening, Her heels clicked adjacently to the sound of a closing door. He sat up, holding his now bleeding side. The injection site had started to run, spilling dark red on his ripped shirt. The elemental moved, ready to bolt when the trunk opened, his fingers charged.
The garage light was slightly orange as the door pulled back, a shriek escaped her lips.
The man stared up into Jordan's eyes, grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him, his pale face begging for her. "Help-me." He pressed her hand to his chest like she'd done before in the sick ward. "Hel-lp."
Jordan snapped up to a banging at her front door. "Stay down," she whispered. Closing the trunk, Brennen half collapsed back to the floor. He could hear her talking with someone. Cops, he thought and was sure of it. The last thing he could make out was "BE CAREFUL, HE COULD BE AROUND, SO JUST LET US KNOW IF YOU HEAR SOMETHING."
Moment's later; her heels were clicking back to the garage. Jordan opened the trunk, putting a towel to his side as she helped him out. "I aught to kill you, you fuck!"
Delirious eyes tried to focus on her. "Nice.nice dress."
"Whatever." She got him into the hallway, where he collapsed. Jordan checked out off the window, making sure the cars were gone then leaned down to heal the elemental. A surge rushed through him as he bolted upwards, his hands reached for her shoulders in support. Finally, she pulled back. Brennen had just managed to pull himself up, when she weakly pulled him into the bedroom. There, he passed out on the floor, with Jordan crumpling on top of him.
He woke up later, stretched out on the bed. Jordan had just pulled the covers over him and was removing a bowl and towel from the nightstand. Brennen focused on her slowly as she sat by his side in some low-rise jeans and a slightly tight grey tank top. "Bout time."
"Hey you." His eye popped open before pretending to go back to sleep. "How long have I been out?"
"Two days," she replied. "I got you some clean clothes and sense you're up, you can bathe yourself. The bathroom's that way." She tossed the towel at him and turned only to be gripped his hand on her wrist. "I think you're mad." Her response was to hit him upside the head.
"YOU almost got me killed, YOU are gonna clean the blood out of my Jeep and YOU-"
"Look damn good in those jeans, mami." Brennen was holding his head as she turned back to face him, a grin dying to spread on his features. "The red thong is a real cute touch." Jordan threw a pillow at him as he stood. Her eyes quickly diverted from erection pushing against his dark boxers.
"Get cleaned up, " He looked down at his situation, then at her. The smile was now permanent on his face. "There's food on the stove."
"Jordan,"
The slender arms folded across her full chest. Right then, he was glad she wasn't in a lab coat. "Yes."
"Thanks, for everything.I will make it up to you."
"Whatever." Brennen watched in silence as the woman walked off, before heading towards the shower. His day was just starting to get better.
DISCLAMER: Mutant X.don't own em.
The elemental sat uncontrollably still, his eyes lowered to the new beer bottle. Jesse looked at him, knowing what he was thinking. Brennen, it wasn't you that attacked Jordan. They did drug you with some sort of hormonal complex."
"Are you telling me everything?"
"Yeah. Jordan had made me promise not too. She knew it would upset you."
Brennen sat up, turning his face away as his leg jumped violently. Drugged or not, it shouldn't have happened. He looked at the hands capable of throwing the slender woman onto the concrete. "You're telling me everything?"
"Yeah. You didn't force yourself on her or anything like that. The drug made you completely out of control. If Jordan had truly felt violated, you would know and she definitely wouldn't have kissed you tonight." His mind drifted back to the dance floor. On that one slow song, when he'd been so forward, she tensed up in her arms, but gave into him.
"Anyway," Jesse replied, attempting to break the man from his thoughts. "When we got in the ring, you were still up. Do you remember?"
"Yeah," he replied, shifting in his chair. "I remember that."
He and Jesse stood face to face, the molecular running off of anger from the man throttling his teammate. He watched as Brennen stood, dangerously poised like a bull who'd seen red. The blonde knew this would be ugly.
For an eternity, they fought, pummeling each other with a blatant display of their powers. Brennen could have killed Jesse in that ring. Jesse could have beaten him to death in a massed rage. But the molecular stuck something into his gut, causing a violent reaction. Brennen remembered the man helping him up, but pushed away to stumble out of the ring. By then, a bunch of cops were running past him. Jesse had been some ways back, trying to get to him, but the elemental was soon out of sight.
"Adam had told me to let you leave, and get out. He didn't know if we'd find you or not, but we couldn't risk our cover. The sedative would have made you too weak to attack, anyway. So we bolted."
"I remember now."
He'd pushed his way threw the crowd and into the night air, his mind buzzing as the cold hit him. The elemental stumbled through the parking lot, trying to keep enough energy to hotwire a car. There were too many limos to ensure his escape so he pushed forward, till reaching a deck with several SUV's. Brennen hid behind one, watching a woman rush to her Black 4x4.
The medicine was still strong in his system as he bolted. This was his only chance. He waited till she got in and shocked the back door, rolling into the trunk space. His body was screaming at him now. The fresh cuts and bruises burned against the expensive carpeting.
She drove another twenty minutes in silence. The elemental lay trying to pinpoint their location from passing sounds while not passing out. He felt his body weakening as she sped down the highway cursing at traffic. "Come on! It's a fuckin' speedway, you can do seventy!" The dark man managed a grin as he waited. Finally, when he felt them slowing, his ears strained on the sound of a garage door opening. This was his time.
The woman backed into the opening, Her heels clicked adjacently to the sound of a closing door. He sat up, holding his now bleeding side. The injection site had started to run, spilling dark red on his ripped shirt. The elemental moved, ready to bolt when the trunk opened, his fingers charged.
The garage light was slightly orange as the door pulled back, a shriek escaped her lips.
The man stared up into Jordan's eyes, grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him, his pale face begging for her. "Help-me." He pressed her hand to his chest like she'd done before in the sick ward. "Hel-lp."
Jordan snapped up to a banging at her front door. "Stay down," she whispered. Closing the trunk, Brennen half collapsed back to the floor. He could hear her talking with someone. Cops, he thought and was sure of it. The last thing he could make out was "BE CAREFUL, HE COULD BE AROUND, SO JUST LET US KNOW IF YOU HEAR SOMETHING."
Moment's later; her heels were clicking back to the garage. Jordan opened the trunk, putting a towel to his side as she helped him out. "I aught to kill you, you fuck!"
Delirious eyes tried to focus on her. "Nice.nice dress."
"Whatever." She got him into the hallway, where he collapsed. Jordan checked out off the window, making sure the cars were gone then leaned down to heal the elemental. A surge rushed through him as he bolted upwards, his hands reached for her shoulders in support. Finally, she pulled back. Brennen had just managed to pull himself up, when she weakly pulled him into the bedroom. There, he passed out on the floor, with Jordan crumpling on top of him.
He woke up later, stretched out on the bed. Jordan had just pulled the covers over him and was removing a bowl and towel from the nightstand. Brennen focused on her slowly as she sat by his side in some low-rise jeans and a slightly tight grey tank top. "Bout time."
"Hey you." His eye popped open before pretending to go back to sleep. "How long have I been out?"
"Two days," she replied. "I got you some clean clothes and sense you're up, you can bathe yourself. The bathroom's that way." She tossed the towel at him and turned only to be gripped his hand on her wrist. "I think you're mad." Her response was to hit him upside the head.
"YOU almost got me killed, YOU are gonna clean the blood out of my Jeep and YOU-"
"Look damn good in those jeans, mami." Brennen was holding his head as she turned back to face him, a grin dying to spread on his features. "The red thong is a real cute touch." Jordan threw a pillow at him as he stood. Her eyes quickly diverted from erection pushing against his dark boxers.
"Get cleaned up, " He looked down at his situation, then at her. The smile was now permanent on his face. "There's food on the stove."
"Jordan,"
The slender arms folded across her full chest. Right then, he was glad she wasn't in a lab coat. "Yes."
"Thanks, for everything.I will make it up to you."
"Whatever." Brennen watched in silence as the woman walked off, before heading towards the shower. His day was just starting to get better.