DISCLAIMER: Don't own DA, just the X1s. Will, X0-378, is the property of Western Blakehawke, whose stuff is definitely worth a read. Will is used with Blake's permission, but may not be written properly. In which case I give her permission to beat Ice up in her own fics.
PLEASE please please, please, please RnR
A/N: thoughts, "speech", --signals--
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Mentor and mentee were still pointing guns at each other when a petite women, about four foot ten inches tall, walked into the clearing. Both men pointed the gun at her, then twisted again to point guns at each other.
"Don't you dare shoot Will!" they claimed simultaneously, followed, again simultaneously, by a "Why the hell would I want to shoot Will?"
The two of them stopped a moment, glaring at each other.
"Cute glares," Will offered. Ice and Ames shared a look, and tucked their guns away; Ames into its holster, Ice into the back of his waist band.
"Hey Ames, Ice," Will greeted the two. Ames frowned.
"You two know each other?" he asked.
"Obviously," Ice replied. "Will was the prototype for the X1 design. The X1s were prototypes for X2s. Which is why the X2s turned out to be a bunch of anomalies"
Ames sighed. Why me?! he thought. Will I can deal with, she's pretty much Conclave in any case. But to have mentored a transgenic without knowing it? "I should have informed the Conclave the moment I saw my father bring you home, Rider."
Ice grinned. "But you didn't have it in you to ruin the life of a child. Not then. Well, other than CJ's. Sandemann knew that. It's why he risked it. I told him it had a 72% chance of working."
"You're a tactical?" Ames said, the fact that Ice had been only 16 months old when they'd first met slipping his mind. "I thought they were made not to be noticed?"
"They were," Will supplied. "The ones who were specifically created for it. X4's on the whole, tended to be the best of them. Ice was just precocious."
"Thanks, sis, didn't know you cared," Ice muttered.
Just then, ten more X1s, two x5s, and five very tired looking humans surrounded the three talkers, and otto, who was regaining consciousness.
"What... the hell... is going on..." Normal finally managed to blurt out between laboured breaths.
Logan looked at White. "Oh. It's you. not very good, are you? At keeping hold of transgenics?"
Ames glared again, pulled out his gun, and pointed it at Logan. Otto's gun, now in Max's hand, touched Ames' temple. "You do *not* point a gun at my boyfriend!" she told him.
Logan looked at Max in surprise. "I thought you were going with Alec?"
"You think he'd be necking Fred if I were going with him?" Max asked Logan. "We need to talk. I was having a chat with Finn."
Ames suddenly shouted. "Will everyone just shut up!"
He'd lost control of the situation. If he was going to be honest, he'd lost control of ot the situation as soon as Ice had gone into the shakes. Everyone shut up. As 50 or so trained agents pointed laser-guided rifles at the heads and chests of everyone other than Ames, and Otto.
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PLEASE please please, please, please RnR
A/N: thoughts, "speech", --signals--
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Mentor and mentee were still pointing guns at each other when a petite women, about four foot ten inches tall, walked into the clearing. Both men pointed the gun at her, then twisted again to point guns at each other.
"Don't you dare shoot Will!" they claimed simultaneously, followed, again simultaneously, by a "Why the hell would I want to shoot Will?"
The two of them stopped a moment, glaring at each other.
"Cute glares," Will offered. Ice and Ames shared a look, and tucked their guns away; Ames into its holster, Ice into the back of his waist band.
"Hey Ames, Ice," Will greeted the two. Ames frowned.
"You two know each other?" he asked.
"Obviously," Ice replied. "Will was the prototype for the X1 design. The X1s were prototypes for X2s. Which is why the X2s turned out to be a bunch of anomalies"
Ames sighed. Why me?! he thought. Will I can deal with, she's pretty much Conclave in any case. But to have mentored a transgenic without knowing it? "I should have informed the Conclave the moment I saw my father bring you home, Rider."
Ice grinned. "But you didn't have it in you to ruin the life of a child. Not then. Well, other than CJ's. Sandemann knew that. It's why he risked it. I told him it had a 72% chance of working."
"You're a tactical?" Ames said, the fact that Ice had been only 16 months old when they'd first met slipping his mind. "I thought they were made not to be noticed?"
"They were," Will supplied. "The ones who were specifically created for it. X4's on the whole, tended to be the best of them. Ice was just precocious."
"Thanks, sis, didn't know you cared," Ice muttered.
Just then, ten more X1s, two x5s, and five very tired looking humans surrounded the three talkers, and otto, who was regaining consciousness.
"What... the hell... is going on..." Normal finally managed to blurt out between laboured breaths.
Logan looked at White. "Oh. It's you. not very good, are you? At keeping hold of transgenics?"
Ames glared again, pulled out his gun, and pointed it at Logan. Otto's gun, now in Max's hand, touched Ames' temple. "You do *not* point a gun at my boyfriend!" she told him.
Logan looked at Max in surprise. "I thought you were going with Alec?"
"You think he'd be necking Fred if I were going with him?" Max asked Logan. "We need to talk. I was having a chat with Finn."
Ames suddenly shouted. "Will everyone just shut up!"
He'd lost control of the situation. If he was going to be honest, he'd lost control of ot the situation as soon as Ice had gone into the shakes. Everyone shut up. As 50 or so trained agents pointed laser-guided rifles at the heads and chests of everyone other than Ames, and Otto.
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