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Comin' to Get You

Chapter 6: Umm…oops?

"On this Perfect day, nothing's standing in my way," Zane woke to Jondy's singing from the bathroom. "On this perfect day when nothing can go wrong," he groaned and rolled over, burying his face in his pillow. It was ten in the morning; they hadn't gotten home until four. He couldn't help cursing the genetic anomaly that allowed her to sleep one hour and feel like she had slept ten. "It's the perfect day tomorrow's gonna come too soon I could stay forever as I am on this perfect d…oh fuck." Suddenly the singing stopped and there was a crash.

Zane was out of the bed in less than a heartbeat and was running for the bathroom. The door was locked and he banged on it as hard as he could, the wood splintered underneath his fist, "Jondy!" He waited anxiously for a reply and when none came he started to panic. "Jondy!" He banged on the door again; he bit his lip and stepped away from the door. With a quick breath he kicked out, the ball of his foot connecting solidly to the wood making it fly open with a loud crash.

He found Jondy lying on the floor, curled around herself as she shook. Her eyes snapped up to meet his and she let out a weak smile. Her body convulsed and she closed her eyes against the sudden pain. Zane was running for his room without a second thought and was tearing through his bag looking for his tryptophan. "Where is it?" he muttered and shook his bag. He heard the distant rattle of pills and found the bottle at the bottom of the bag.

He was kneeling by her side before he even had enough time to realize he had been moving. He was opening the bottle and pouring pills into his hand and he stopped for a heartbeat when he realized that they were his last ones. He cursed silently under his breath and held them up to Jondy's mouth. She took them her eyes never leaving his face as she shook violently in his arms. "It's ok," he whispered into her hair as he drew her in closer to him. Trying to will some of his strength into her body. He thought that she looked delicate, lying there in his arms, and even then he felt the urge to laugh. Jondy was probably the least delicate girl he'd ever met. Beautiful? Most definitely. Delicate? Never in a hundred years.

Her body stopped convulsing slowly, he felt as her breath steadied and she leaned her forehead against his chest. She let out a small sigh and then sat up, giving him a small smile before standing. "That was exciting," she laughed as her face turned a soft shade of pink.

"Don't do that to me ever again," he ran his hands through his hair with a groan.

She looked at him with a raised eyebrow and half a smile, half her hair was in a braid dangling down to her waist while the other half hung free behind her shoulder. "Aww, but, Zane, I spent two days trying to figure out a way to scare the living shit out you." She laughed and held out a hand to help him up. "What? You think I planned to have a seizure?"

"Ya never know when you're involved." He let out an 'oof' when his rear connected with the floor because Jondy suddenly let go of his hand. "Why'd you do that?" he asked looking up at her smiling face. She stuck her tongue out at him and went back to braiding her hair, her fingers weaving quickly through the mass. "So much for gratitude."

Jondy tied off the braid and turned to him as he was walking out of the bathroom. She grabbed his arm and pulled him so that his body was flush against hers. Her fingers threaded through his hair and before he knew what was happening she was pulling his head down and he was feeling pure silk against his lips. His head was suddenly spinning and he didn't know if he would be able to keep his knees from collapsing. The world was brutally cold when her lips disappeared from his just as suddenly as they'd come. She was smiling at him sweetly, "thank you, Zane." She was walking past him out of the bathroom, ignoring the vacant look of his eyes. She chuckled softly to herself as she made her way out of the apartment.

He shook his head and heard the slam of the door and took off running. He stuck his head out into the hallway, "Hey…where are you going?"

She turned around with a smile and waved the CD at him, "I'm goin' to find our brother. Remember?"

"Good luck," he called to her suddenly retreating back.

"Luck schmuck," echoed from down the hall.

~*~

Max bit back a sigh as she leaned against her locker at JamPony. She was having trouble listening to Original Cindy talk about her newest flame and it was starting to become obvious that her attention was completely taken up by watching Alec. Less than a foot away and she imagined she could smell the musky scent of his skin unpolluted by cologne because his sense of smell wouldn't be able to handle such an affront. He chuckled softly at something Sketchy said and Max felt like she was going to explode. Lately she just couldn't stop watching him, the way he moved and talked and breathed had suddenly become fascinating and she couldn't figure out why.

"Boo?" Original Cindy shook her softly.

"Huh?" Max blinked at her, tearing her eyes away from Alec's pursed lips.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Just wonderin'" Cindy smiled at her friends and raised an eyebrow, knowingly.

Alec came waltzing up with a trade mark smirk for Cindy and a nod for Max, "hi."

"What do you want?" Max bit out trying not to look flustered. She'd been meaner lately just for the fact that she was suddenly very unnerved by his presence.

"I wanted to know if you found anything out on the luscious catburglar from last night." He leaned against her locker and she found him inches away as he leaned in to talk to her.

"Luscious?" She rolled her eyes unhappily as she shook her head. "Logan's checking things out and he gave a heads up to the Thompsom's."

"Is that all you're gonna do right now? Let roller boy take care of everything?" He pursed his lips and watched his hands intently. "This girl could be dangerous and we shouldn't be sitting around on our hands."

"I don't have a choice. If the girl and guy show up then I'll take care of it. Logan's the best equipped to find them right now."

"You're gonna find this girl, though, right?"

"Why are you so interested in finding them?" She had to stress that they were looking for two people because he seemed to forget that there had been a man in the apartment as well. His fixation on the woman was starting to annoy her.

He shook his head and did his best to look bored. "I have nothing better to do." He smirked again at her and nodded his head toward the desk. "Better get goin', Normal's been yellin' at ya for ten minutes…" Max turned to see an unhappy Normal motioning for her to come over.

"I pay you to make deliveries, not stand around and be a slacker," he handed her the package, "Seventh and Main, Bip bip bip."

Max rolled her eyes and took off down the street. She was half way to Seventh when a flash of blue and gold caught her eye. Striding down the street in a black leather jacket was one of the catburglars from the night before. Narrowing her eyes she turned her bike to follow her. Max determined that something about her was off…like maybe she was slightly insane. She walked down the street moving her head in time to music that no one else could hear, while she muttered softly to herself.

The woman stopped at a street merchant's stall, which was selling fruit, and Max ditched her bike, chaining it up quickly. The woman stopped suddenly, as she was talking to the merchant and glanced over her shoulder with a scowl. Max ducked behind a tall man with a trench coat. When she peeked around the oblivious man she saw the other woman walking with a bag of fruit in her hand still moving her head in time to soundless music.

Max followed the figure quietly, trying to blind in with the people around her as best she could. She knew the chances that the other woman already knew about her was good, she wasn't used to tracking people with abilities that could equal her own. The woman turned a corner, disappearing from view, her boots clicking on concrete and Max followed the sound only to find herself in an empty alley. Her body when tense as she strained to hear the click of boots, or soft breathing, and her eyes flicked through the alley looking for a hiding place. Nothing gave the woman away and Max suddenly felt that she had suddenly gone from predator to prey.

Max turned on her heel, ready to take off, only to run right into a waiting fist. The blow was so unexpected that it sent her sprawling. She could feel cold wet concrete against her back as the air left her lungs. She heard a whoosh and then she was staring up into wild blue eyes, "Sup, babydoll?" A flash of white teeth in a grin and then she was flying through the air. Boxes splintered under the impact of her body, she didn't stop to catch her breath but turned the back of her fist connecting with the other woman's cheek, snapping her head around.

"Not too much, sweet cheeks." She stopped the knee coming up into her stomach and pushed it down, nails dug into her shoulders roughly and she couldn't stop the headbutt that sent her reeling.

She lashed out with a foot to the other woman's stomach, the loud 'oof' telling her that it had hurt. She shook her head trying to clear the sudden stars that swam infront of her vision. She caught the punch that was suddenly coming at her face and spun letting her elbow land with a crack on the woman's nose. "Oww," she let out a whine and then grinned. "Guess it's only fair…" she swept her foot out and Max jumped it, "since I hurt you first."

Max dully thought that she didn't fight right; you couldn't anticipate her moves. She caught an elbow to her nose and a kick to the back of her knees; she was kneeling on the ground before she even realized what was happening. She caught the knee coming up into her nose and swept the remaining leg out from under the other woman. There was a satisfying thud as her ass met concrete. "It takes a lot to hurt me." Max said with a smirk as she launched herself at her.

"Really?" she ground out. Feet connected with Max's stomach and sent her flying over the woman guided by those same feet and then she was back with the boxes, one catching her cheek on its corner. "There's a difference with me though." She heard coming from outside her field of vision, "When I hit you…" Max scrambled to stand and swayed. "It almost always hurts." A hard boot connected solidly with her face. Her head hit a brick wall and she felt hands on her arm wrenching her forward and into a knee. She heard a thought and a nagging voice in the back of her mind informed her that something was dislocated and it was going to hurt like a bitch when she put it back into its prospective joint. Another boot found its way to her ear creating a hollow clapping sound and then she was flying again.

She hit the other brick wall of the alley and bounced off to fall flat on her face, she lay there trying to breath. That nagging voice just wouldn't shut up. It informed her dispassionately that she had lost the fight, badly. She told the voice that that was impossible; she'd never lost a fight before. The voice was laughing now; it was starting to sound a lot like Alec. It told her she had won against Zack because he held back, she'd won against Ben because he had wanted her to stop him, and Jace had been weak because she'd been pregnant. She lost against Brin. Brin hadn't held back and she'd survived because her sister had let her go. The woman coming towards her now was not her sister, and she was an X5 who had no qualms about not holding back. However, what gave her the advantage, that little bit of edge that had landed Max on the floor and her still standing, was that wild glint in her eye. Max had lost.

She felt rough hands against her shoulders, as they started to turn her over her hair slipped from her neck and the hands stilled. Fingers, that shook violently, touched her barcode gently, almost reverently. That silky voice of earlier was no longer confidant. "Oh shit. Oh, shit. I didn't know." Max felt herself turned over and was once again looking yo into those wild blue eye. There was that glint, lying behind that impossible color that she couldn't identify, but knew had lost her the fight. "Oh shit. I'm sorry. I didn't know. I swear I didn't know." The shaking hands touched her cheeks tenderly and Max blinked in confusion. "I didn't know, Maxie."

Max's eyes went wide, "How'd you…"

"Don't recognize me? That's ok, I didn't recognize you either." She laughed uneasily before grabbing Max's upper arm and helping her to sit up. "I'm Jondy…I didn't know it was you. Otherwise I never would have…."

"Jondy?" Max blinked again, almost too afraid to believe. A nod sent braids tumbling over her shoulders and Max smiled. "I'd given up ever finding you." She slipped her arms around Jondy's neck and groaned when her grip was too hard for damaged shoulders.

She heard a squeak as Jondy let go. "Oops…I'm just so excited to see you." She smiled sheepishly. "Let's get you back to my place so we can bandage you up…Zane always has a first aid kit for whenever I'm around."

"Zane?" Max's face lit up at the name. Two siblings in one day was more than she'd ever hoped for after Zack had left.

"The guy who held a gun to blondie's head." Jondy laughed softly, "sorry 'bout that, by the way."

"It's cool, I don't really like her anyway."

"Yeah, she seemed kind of squeaky."