Thanks again for the reviews, I didn't get so many this time round so you all have to make sure you review this time round because otherwise I will not be a happy bunny (thanks to those who sent me the super long reviews...I loved those).
Also I haven't seen the last episode of season two (don't ask) and I haven't seen any of season three (don't ask me...as Sky) so everything in this fanfiction is based on what I've managed to glean from the summaries on the official website and the wonderful summaries of LoveConquers (I'm still appreciating that so much). So don't have a go at me if there are certain things that are somewhat incorrect. And also, while I'm confessing everything else I've never been to America so have no idea what New York or Beverly Hills look like. Sorry if its all very inaccurate.
***
'Is Shalimar at the hospital?' Lexa asked quietly as Jesse walked into the room and sat down heavily on one of the couches.
'I don't know. I dropped her off on the roof of the building next to her hotel and when I said 'do you want me to come with you' she said that she wanted to be alone,' he replied. The entire journey had been hard. Shalimar had been ashen faced and silent and Jesse hadn't had the heart to try and break the tension in the cockpit.
'She'll be okay,' Lexa said unsure what else she could say to Jesse to try and alleviate some of the pain he was feeling. She knew he loved Shalimar like she was his own flesh and blood but her father had hurt a lot of people and it had to be tough seeing her run off to look after him.
'He's hurt her so many times I guess I'm finding it a little hard to understand why she would care,' Jesse said. He felt awful for not being able to give a damn about the man who was such a huge part of Shalimar's life but he couldn't. It was because of Nicholas Fox that Adam and Emma were dead, something Jesse couldn't forgive.
'You don't have to understand her reasons for going, Jess, you just have to be there for her. She doesn't expect more than that from you or Brennan,' Lexa said. She placed her hand on his shoulder and moved closer to him on the couch. It was clear for anyone to see that deaths of Emma and Adam had hurt the Mutant X team more than anyone of them would ever let on. Jesse, who was never very good at hiding his emotions was still hiding his thoughts on that particular subject.
Jesse turned his head and looked at Lexa's face, her eyes blocked from his gaze by thick black lashes. His hand reached out and cupped her cheek. She looked up, suprise evident in her eyes. She knew that it had been coming but the idea of letting someone in still scared the crap out of her and she wasn't sure if she wanted to take that step. But a part of her was screaming out for Jesse to lean in and kiss her. She wanted him, but more than that she wanted that kind of closeness, the kind that she hadn't felt in a long time.
'Maybe we shouldn't do this,' Lexa said quietly. 'I mean, you are vulnerable right now and we work together and you know what they say about keeping your work and your personal life separate,' she continued. She was babbling and she knew it but she didn't know what else to do. She was terrified at the possibility that Jesse might kiss her. 'And we should probably be helping Brennan out now that he has to do the mission all by hims...'
Lexa's voice cut out as Jesse's lips met hers. For one fleeting moment she forgot all about Brennan and Shalimar and Mutant X and everything. She breathed out deeply as Jesse moved away. He looked down at her, almost as shocked as she was that they had kissed.
'I'm sorry,' he said.
'Really?' Lexa replied.
'No,' Jesse said as they breathlessly lunged for each other. Their lips met once again and it was like suddenly they had been let out of the starting blocks. Lexa attempted to undo the buttons on Jesse's shirt but gave up and ripped it off him instead. Jesse shuddered as he felt Lexa's hands on his bare chest and they pulled apart while he pulled Lexa's t-shirt over her head. The top fell to the ground and Lexa moaned as Jesse's mouth moved from her lips along her neck to her chest and his hands moved from her hair down to her back.
***
She leant against the brick wall and wrapped her coat around her a little tighter, trying to shut out the bitter wind. She watched on as an ambulance drew up outside the building and unloaded its passengers, two paramedics and a woman on a stretcher. Shalimar could smell the blood from where she was standing and looked away, having seen enough sick people in the last hour to last her a lifetime.
She had finally gotten the courage together to leave her room at the hotel and head to the hospital. When she had gotten there she had been shown upstairs to the intensive care department. She remembered standing outside a wooden door for ten whole minutes. She hadn't wanted to see him lying there, hooked up to a million and one different machines. Eventually though she had pushed the door open and had walked in. The one thing she remembered being shocked by was how he looked so much like he was just sleeping. It was the biggest cliché in the book but she had never actually believed it. She had always assumed it was just some way of making yourself feel better about someone who was ill, another way of reinforcing denial on yourself. But she had seen him like that hundreds of times when she was a kid. He always slept on his back, always breathed deeply and she remembered when she was having trouble dealing with her mutancy she would sneak into his room at night and watch him. His steady breathing calmed her more than any sedative could.
She had sat in that room for hours, not moving from the seat she had occupied. People came in to check on his vitals and they went out again, people were brought into the hospital and people were taken out. She could hear the sounds of wheelchairs and beds being rolled along the floor outside the room, she could hear the noises of families visiting loved ones. She knew that no matter what kind of trouble her father was in she would never relish seeing him that much. He had done too much to her for it to just be made up simply because he was in a coma. She didn't care if that sounded heartless either. She knew Mutant X would understand which was all she needed.
An ambulance roared past her, out onto the street. It turned and sped off to save someone else's life but she didn't blink an eyelid she was so lost in her own thoughts. She was wondering how Brennan, Jesse and Lexa were. The latter probably didn't care a whole lot. It wasn't that Shalimar thought Lexa had a heart of stone because she had recently downgraded her to ice queen, it was just that Lexa, although she might have done her research on the team before she joined had not experienced any of the family stuff they had done when Emma and Adam were alive. Jesse meeting up with his dad, Shalimar meeting up with hers. It was private to them but they had been forced into these situations where they had to tell the team, where they had to share what was going on, what had gone in their respective pasts. It was something you couldn't read from files and documents, you had to be there in order to understand. And Shalimar figured that even Jesse had had it easy compared to her. Yeah, his dad wasn't around a lot but he had still had his mother and there were a lot of new mutants who understood being abandoned. Shalimar, as far as she knew was the only one who had been placed in a mental institution because her father thought she was crazy and had then been stupid enough to agree to meet said father so he could well and truly screw her and all her friends over. She rolled her eyes at her own retardness.
She pushed off the wall with her hands and walked out of the ambulance bay into the world beyond. Across the road was Central Park and Shalimar ran across the street, dodging cars to get to it. She needed to get back to nature. She was a country girl at heart, loving the open rolling landscapes where she could see as far as the edge of the world, and she loved being able to see the not so orange sky at night with all the stars glinting brighter than Las Vegas ever could. It always made her feel more alive when she was near nature and since she wasn't leaving New York till her father woke up Central Park was going to have to do.
***
'Hi,' Lucy said with a wide smile as Brennan opened the door. He looked tired and his thoughts were distant, not in the here and now. She maintained the smile but her mind was whirring. Something had to have happened in the mansion for him to look so exhausted. She wasn't getting hostile vibes though so she could only assume that he hadn't found out anything about her.
'Hi, let me just get my jacket,' Brennan replied. He was so not in the mood for a date with Lucy, or Gwen, or whatever her name was. His body may have been in Beverly Hills but his mind was with Shalimar in New York, and it hadn't left a forwarding address. He knew he was going to screw it all up by saying something wrong but the return of Shalimar was the only thing that could rectify that. And it didn't appear that she was coming back anytime soon. He walked into the house, letting the front doors swing closed a little, giving him a chance to compose himself enough to atleast put on some kind of front. He grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair where it had been thrown and breathed deeply. He was worried about her, not just because this was increasing the link between her and Nicholas and Brennan still didn't trust him but because the connections Nicholas had with others. They had all figured out that it was the explosion at Naxcon that had caused him to enter into a coma but that didn't mean that the people at Genomex, or what was left of it were gonna stop looking for him. And, if Brennan knew Shalimar at all she wasn't going anywhere until Nicholas opened his eyes, so if the people from Genomex found him, they found her.
He walked out onto the porch closing the door behind him and took Lucy's arm, trying to convince them both that everything was going to be okay.
***
The wind whistled through the bare branches of the trees and swept Shalimar's hair across her face. She shivered involuntarily at the sudden burst of cold but carried on walking further into the park. She didn't want to go back to the hospital but she couldn't face going to her empty hotel room where she had only two options: drink the entire contents of the mini bar, order some more alcohol from room service (charged, of course to the Dominion's bank account) and, when she had gotten really drunk order some kind of porn. Or she could go to sleep. She wasn't ready to do either. She would get drunk when the pressure got to be too much and she would sleep only when she had to.
Her eyes scanned the area in front of her and she saw a couple of dogs running across the grass, chasing a bright neon yellow tennis ball, a middle aged man following in their wake. Through some trees she could see a young woman walking home with a pile of papers in her arms and a couple of pieces of dried macaroni stuck to the front of her skirt along with some blue glitter. Clearly the kids at the local school had been super busy.
She frowned as she saw three men in plain black suits walking in her vague direction. She had learnt over the years to pinpoint agents from the GSA or one of their branches from a mile away and these were them. She had wondered when they were going to turn up, knowing that where her father went, they followed like a bad smell. Her eyes glowed as she tried to work out where the other agents were, because there had to be more of them. There was no way Shalimar was having a lucky day. She could sense another five behind her, three of them with their tasers already armed and dangerous.
The corner of Shalimar's mouth lifted into a smirk. She had been eagerly awaiting a fight with the GSA for quite some time. What with there being no holograms in the mansion she had been bottling up all the aggression she had been feeling ever since Lucy and Brennan started flirting with each other. Finally, she was going to get the chance to have a little fun.
Also I haven't seen the last episode of season two (don't ask) and I haven't seen any of season three (don't ask me...as Sky) so everything in this fanfiction is based on what I've managed to glean from the summaries on the official website and the wonderful summaries of LoveConquers (I'm still appreciating that so much). So don't have a go at me if there are certain things that are somewhat incorrect. And also, while I'm confessing everything else I've never been to America so have no idea what New York or Beverly Hills look like. Sorry if its all very inaccurate.
***
'Is Shalimar at the hospital?' Lexa asked quietly as Jesse walked into the room and sat down heavily on one of the couches.
'I don't know. I dropped her off on the roof of the building next to her hotel and when I said 'do you want me to come with you' she said that she wanted to be alone,' he replied. The entire journey had been hard. Shalimar had been ashen faced and silent and Jesse hadn't had the heart to try and break the tension in the cockpit.
'She'll be okay,' Lexa said unsure what else she could say to Jesse to try and alleviate some of the pain he was feeling. She knew he loved Shalimar like she was his own flesh and blood but her father had hurt a lot of people and it had to be tough seeing her run off to look after him.
'He's hurt her so many times I guess I'm finding it a little hard to understand why she would care,' Jesse said. He felt awful for not being able to give a damn about the man who was such a huge part of Shalimar's life but he couldn't. It was because of Nicholas Fox that Adam and Emma were dead, something Jesse couldn't forgive.
'You don't have to understand her reasons for going, Jess, you just have to be there for her. She doesn't expect more than that from you or Brennan,' Lexa said. She placed her hand on his shoulder and moved closer to him on the couch. It was clear for anyone to see that deaths of Emma and Adam had hurt the Mutant X team more than anyone of them would ever let on. Jesse, who was never very good at hiding his emotions was still hiding his thoughts on that particular subject.
Jesse turned his head and looked at Lexa's face, her eyes blocked from his gaze by thick black lashes. His hand reached out and cupped her cheek. She looked up, suprise evident in her eyes. She knew that it had been coming but the idea of letting someone in still scared the crap out of her and she wasn't sure if she wanted to take that step. But a part of her was screaming out for Jesse to lean in and kiss her. She wanted him, but more than that she wanted that kind of closeness, the kind that she hadn't felt in a long time.
'Maybe we shouldn't do this,' Lexa said quietly. 'I mean, you are vulnerable right now and we work together and you know what they say about keeping your work and your personal life separate,' she continued. She was babbling and she knew it but she didn't know what else to do. She was terrified at the possibility that Jesse might kiss her. 'And we should probably be helping Brennan out now that he has to do the mission all by hims...'
Lexa's voice cut out as Jesse's lips met hers. For one fleeting moment she forgot all about Brennan and Shalimar and Mutant X and everything. She breathed out deeply as Jesse moved away. He looked down at her, almost as shocked as she was that they had kissed.
'I'm sorry,' he said.
'Really?' Lexa replied.
'No,' Jesse said as they breathlessly lunged for each other. Their lips met once again and it was like suddenly they had been let out of the starting blocks. Lexa attempted to undo the buttons on Jesse's shirt but gave up and ripped it off him instead. Jesse shuddered as he felt Lexa's hands on his bare chest and they pulled apart while he pulled Lexa's t-shirt over her head. The top fell to the ground and Lexa moaned as Jesse's mouth moved from her lips along her neck to her chest and his hands moved from her hair down to her back.
***
She leant against the brick wall and wrapped her coat around her a little tighter, trying to shut out the bitter wind. She watched on as an ambulance drew up outside the building and unloaded its passengers, two paramedics and a woman on a stretcher. Shalimar could smell the blood from where she was standing and looked away, having seen enough sick people in the last hour to last her a lifetime.
She had finally gotten the courage together to leave her room at the hotel and head to the hospital. When she had gotten there she had been shown upstairs to the intensive care department. She remembered standing outside a wooden door for ten whole minutes. She hadn't wanted to see him lying there, hooked up to a million and one different machines. Eventually though she had pushed the door open and had walked in. The one thing she remembered being shocked by was how he looked so much like he was just sleeping. It was the biggest cliché in the book but she had never actually believed it. She had always assumed it was just some way of making yourself feel better about someone who was ill, another way of reinforcing denial on yourself. But she had seen him like that hundreds of times when she was a kid. He always slept on his back, always breathed deeply and she remembered when she was having trouble dealing with her mutancy she would sneak into his room at night and watch him. His steady breathing calmed her more than any sedative could.
She had sat in that room for hours, not moving from the seat she had occupied. People came in to check on his vitals and they went out again, people were brought into the hospital and people were taken out. She could hear the sounds of wheelchairs and beds being rolled along the floor outside the room, she could hear the noises of families visiting loved ones. She knew that no matter what kind of trouble her father was in she would never relish seeing him that much. He had done too much to her for it to just be made up simply because he was in a coma. She didn't care if that sounded heartless either. She knew Mutant X would understand which was all she needed.
An ambulance roared past her, out onto the street. It turned and sped off to save someone else's life but she didn't blink an eyelid she was so lost in her own thoughts. She was wondering how Brennan, Jesse and Lexa were. The latter probably didn't care a whole lot. It wasn't that Shalimar thought Lexa had a heart of stone because she had recently downgraded her to ice queen, it was just that Lexa, although she might have done her research on the team before she joined had not experienced any of the family stuff they had done when Emma and Adam were alive. Jesse meeting up with his dad, Shalimar meeting up with hers. It was private to them but they had been forced into these situations where they had to tell the team, where they had to share what was going on, what had gone in their respective pasts. It was something you couldn't read from files and documents, you had to be there in order to understand. And Shalimar figured that even Jesse had had it easy compared to her. Yeah, his dad wasn't around a lot but he had still had his mother and there were a lot of new mutants who understood being abandoned. Shalimar, as far as she knew was the only one who had been placed in a mental institution because her father thought she was crazy and had then been stupid enough to agree to meet said father so he could well and truly screw her and all her friends over. She rolled her eyes at her own retardness.
She pushed off the wall with her hands and walked out of the ambulance bay into the world beyond. Across the road was Central Park and Shalimar ran across the street, dodging cars to get to it. She needed to get back to nature. She was a country girl at heart, loving the open rolling landscapes where she could see as far as the edge of the world, and she loved being able to see the not so orange sky at night with all the stars glinting brighter than Las Vegas ever could. It always made her feel more alive when she was near nature and since she wasn't leaving New York till her father woke up Central Park was going to have to do.
***
'Hi,' Lucy said with a wide smile as Brennan opened the door. He looked tired and his thoughts were distant, not in the here and now. She maintained the smile but her mind was whirring. Something had to have happened in the mansion for him to look so exhausted. She wasn't getting hostile vibes though so she could only assume that he hadn't found out anything about her.
'Hi, let me just get my jacket,' Brennan replied. He was so not in the mood for a date with Lucy, or Gwen, or whatever her name was. His body may have been in Beverly Hills but his mind was with Shalimar in New York, and it hadn't left a forwarding address. He knew he was going to screw it all up by saying something wrong but the return of Shalimar was the only thing that could rectify that. And it didn't appear that she was coming back anytime soon. He walked into the house, letting the front doors swing closed a little, giving him a chance to compose himself enough to atleast put on some kind of front. He grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair where it had been thrown and breathed deeply. He was worried about her, not just because this was increasing the link between her and Nicholas and Brennan still didn't trust him but because the connections Nicholas had with others. They had all figured out that it was the explosion at Naxcon that had caused him to enter into a coma but that didn't mean that the people at Genomex, or what was left of it were gonna stop looking for him. And, if Brennan knew Shalimar at all she wasn't going anywhere until Nicholas opened his eyes, so if the people from Genomex found him, they found her.
He walked out onto the porch closing the door behind him and took Lucy's arm, trying to convince them both that everything was going to be okay.
***
The wind whistled through the bare branches of the trees and swept Shalimar's hair across her face. She shivered involuntarily at the sudden burst of cold but carried on walking further into the park. She didn't want to go back to the hospital but she couldn't face going to her empty hotel room where she had only two options: drink the entire contents of the mini bar, order some more alcohol from room service (charged, of course to the Dominion's bank account) and, when she had gotten really drunk order some kind of porn. Or she could go to sleep. She wasn't ready to do either. She would get drunk when the pressure got to be too much and she would sleep only when she had to.
Her eyes scanned the area in front of her and she saw a couple of dogs running across the grass, chasing a bright neon yellow tennis ball, a middle aged man following in their wake. Through some trees she could see a young woman walking home with a pile of papers in her arms and a couple of pieces of dried macaroni stuck to the front of her skirt along with some blue glitter. Clearly the kids at the local school had been super busy.
She frowned as she saw three men in plain black suits walking in her vague direction. She had learnt over the years to pinpoint agents from the GSA or one of their branches from a mile away and these were them. She had wondered when they were going to turn up, knowing that where her father went, they followed like a bad smell. Her eyes glowed as she tried to work out where the other agents were, because there had to be more of them. There was no way Shalimar was having a lucky day. She could sense another five behind her, three of them with their tasers already armed and dangerous.
The corner of Shalimar's mouth lifted into a smirk. She had been eagerly awaiting a fight with the GSA for quite some time. What with there being no holograms in the mansion she had been bottling up all the aggression she had been feeling ever since Lucy and Brennan started flirting with each other. Finally, she was going to get the chance to have a little fun.
