Author's note: Well, this got more reviews than the other two, so for now I'm going to concentrate on this and the other two will come later…or should I say three since the M/A will eventually come. I still am a gigantic M/A shipper. I thought I should clarify that the whole Ben and Jondy thing didn't happen in this world, I don't think I could do the whole dating two guys that look exactly alike especially if the first one ended like that relationship did. Now I posted my last stories before the season concluded, a full three minutes before it started so I didn't get to make any commentary…I gotta say when the beginning was goin' on and she went "thank God for Logan," I was gonna barf. And started yelling "what about Alec, what is he chopped liver?" I was seriously considering just turning it off then cuz I could take another second of that angst-y crap that they've been shoveling down our throats for the season. Hey, I got rubber gloves so I could touch my girlfriend again, whoopdy freakin' do. Is it just me or did they ignore the fact that Logan thinks that Alec and Max are still an item? And poor Alec barely got enough screen time to make me happy. Alec should also be able to kick some serious ass and does he? No, he can beat up Normal…who can't? I know that I can't talk with this chapter but that will change in chapters to come. Maybe they'll keep Logan in Terminal City too long and he'll get all woozy and then they'll have to kick him out but it'll be too late. Ok so I don't want a dead Logan but I do really wish he and Asha would get it on and let us finally breath some air that isn't contaminated by his and Max's puppy dog eyes. My rant is now through…
::the review junkie thrusts out her hands and looks pitiful:: please, sir, can I have some more?
That's Enough for Me
Chapter 2: Blow your mind
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A pretty man came to me Never seen eyes so blue I could not run away It seemed we'd seen each other in a dream It seemed like he knew me He looked right through me ~ Heart, "Magic man"
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Eyes the color of lightening bolts, seemingly thirty different shades of blue all at once. . It was all he could think or see as he looked back over his shoulder to watch the quickly receding back. He couldn't remember anything else about her face because the eyes had taken every bit of his attention even as he watched her turn away. The eyes had been enough though.
The distraction cost him. He was too busy looking over his shoulder at the girl that he didn't see when the men caught sight of him, didn't see the spark of recognition in their eyes from the time he and Joshua had beat them up. The feeling of someone grabbing his arm caught his attention though, and he heard loud and clear when the shouting started. He blocked a punch but didn't see the man coming up behind him lead pipe in hand. He felt the blinding pain as the pipe connected with his head even as he fell to the concrete his knees folding underneath him.
"It's one of those freaks."
"Kill 'em!"
With arms that felt like limp noodles he tried to push himself off of the ground but none of his body parts seemed to be listening, his face stayed firmly pressed to the concrete. The eyes were forgotten as he realized that this was how Biggs had gone. He, a soldier trained to kill from the day he could walk, wasn't going to die by another soldiers hands but by a civilian's, by vigilantes armed with crow bars and lead pipes. He held his breath and waited for the pipe to fall again, helpless to do anything.
Nothing happened.
It took everything he had to force his head to move, the first thing his eyes landed on were clunky black work boots, with a stifled groan he looked higher. Following the line of tight jeans, up a blue WonderWoman t-shirt, over a denim jacket, and up to the hard face of a woman. Full red lips lifted in a cold smile as her eyes narrowed and a halo of gold shone around her. In her outstretched hand was the crowbar still in the hand of his attacker. Her delicate eyebrow rose, "can I play too?" a voice made of heavy silk asked quietly right before her fist connected with his chin. He learned how to fly right before he met with the pole holding up a stall's rook. It came down with a resounding crash and covered all but his unmoving feet.
Cerulean blue and pure gold swirled around the lithe body as she turned pipe in hand and forcefully took a man's legs out from underneath him. "Gee, willikers, this is a fun game." She did a back kick catching one man in the stomach sending him stumbling backwards into another man and they both went down in a heap of moans. Her elbow came around and the leader fell in a boneless puddle without a sound. "It might be more fun if it wasn't quite so easy, but hey…" She did a back flip and the sickening crunch when the toes of her boot snapped one man's head back, breaking his jaw, carried down to Alec's ringing ears. "It's not like I can complain or anything, it is your game."
Alec finally got his arms underneath him and managed to push himself up onto his hands and knees only to have a man stumble over him and go crashing to the ground. The world spun around him as he fell back to the earth, inarticulate shouts of anger filling his ears.
"You should learn to relax," She smiled sweetly as she grabbed a man, with a shaved head, by the collar of his shirt and used his momentum and pure unadulterated strength to send him sailing through the air. He landed with a loud grunt on top of the first man still lying underneath the stall's collapsed roof.
A strong hand grabbed his arm and lifted him fluidly to his feet and he once again met with those eyes. "Can you walk?" She asked tensely, her eyes darting at the men lying on the ground. It took him a second to register the movement of her full red lips and the words clicked inside his head.
"Yeah," he ground out. 'I must have gotten hit harder then I thought.' He looked up unhappily at the sound of a hoverdrone.
"Good," She said grinning at him, "cause we're gonna have to start running now." She tugged at his arm and urged him into a run. They were going at full tilt when she guided him into a sharp turn down an alleyway, the shouts of angry men following after them.
"Turn," he yelled, his brain finally starting to work right. He had to swallow past the lump in his throat to keep going. "Left, Terminal City is left." She didn't even look back at him as she turned, her hands still firmly in place on his arm as thought she was afraid he would fall without her support. His free hand came up to feel the back of his head gently, he sore under his breath when it came back wet with blood. She had reason to worry. He stumbled and suddenly her body was pressed against his, holding him up as the world around him shook.
He couldn't help the realization that he liked the feel of her, but he shook it off also aware of the fact that men who really didn't like them were coming after them. He did his best to concentrate on the simple movement of moving his feet without stumbling; everything seemed in slow motion as his own breathing clouded his ears.
She pulled him to her and turned into another alleyway far enough ahead of the mob that they didn't see. They stopped there for a long time with Alec leaning against a brick wall and her body pressed tightly against him. She touched the back of his head gently, careful not to come in contact with the part of his hair that was matting with blood, and pulled his head down to rest on her shoulder. He felt her nuzzle his neck gently in feline gesture of comfort that was strangely effective. "Try to get your breath before we have to start running again." He nodded mutely and waited for the next move, painfully aware of the fact that he was practically useless.
The world went suddenly still as she pulled her body away from him and stuck her head out into the side street they had been running on just a few minutes ago. She slipped an arm around his waist and wiggled herself under his arm and started them moving again. Alec felt his eyes start to roll back and fought it off even as she shook him gently.
"Come on, dude, now's not the time for black outs, as fun as they are." Her voice seemed to come from far away even as he realized that her lips were right next to his ear. "You gotta help me here. I got the shirt but that doesn't mean I really am WonderWoman."
"You could have fooled me," he shook his head in a failed attempt to clear it and grimaced in pain. "I'm trying," he looked down into her eyes and couldn't breathe for a second. "There's blood pouring from my head, it'll slow anyone down."
"You have a point," she shifted her hold on him so that she was pressed more tightly against him. "We just don't have enough time for it."
He gritted his teeth as he nodded and saw her wince when a rock sailed through the air over their heads. "Turn down there," he pointed weakly, "we're almost there." He heard her soft grunt and guessed that one of the rocks found its mark.
"Looks like I misjudged them, they're not extremely stupid they're just a lot stupid." She grumbled and looked up at him. "How much farther?"
"There," he nodded his head towards the tall dark building that made up the suddenly welcoming Terminal City. Her sigh of relief was loud in his ears and if he hadn't felt like he was about to loose his lunch he would have echoed it.
"Will they get the gate's open before motley and his crew get here?"
"They should," he told her looking at where he knew the sentry would be. He saw movement and let out the breath he hadn't known he was holding even as the gates raised quickly.
The woman grunted again as another stone hit as the gate closed behind them, "Motley has a good arm," she ground out as she let Alec rest on a wall. He slid down slowly to the ground let his head fall back gently against the old rotting wood.
"Alec!" He let his eyes shift to the side to watch as Joshua came running.
He let a smirk spread across his face as he watched the woman's face for her reaction to the form that was coming towards them at full tilt. "Hey, big guy." She didn't even blink.
"You okay?" He asked looking as though he wanted to touch Alec's head but thought better of it.
"Just alittle bruised."
"More his pride then anything else, Doggy dog" the woman smiled brightly and knelt down infront of Alec and once again those blue eyes took away all higher brain functions. Her hand came up slowly and brushed the back of his head, she pulled back when he winced and nodded. "You'll be fine, you might not like it, but you'll be fine."
He watched her stand up slowly, a smile stretching her lips slowly, "thanks, for the whole saving my life thing."
She just shook her head and rolled her eyes, "not worth mentioning."
"I'm…" he grit his teeth and took a deep breath, "Alec."
She smiled, flashing perfect white teeth and the slightest hint of fang, "nice to meet you. Call me J."
"Jay?"
"J." she nodded and turned back to the gate and rubbed her hands together. "All right, let me out."
"I don't think that's a good idea," Alec looked up at her, his brow pulling together in confusion.
Her blue eyes shifted down to him again and she looked like she was thinking through the possibilities. "You're right," she finally said with a nod. "I should use a different gate."
"They know who you are," he tried to stand but his eyes rolled back in his head before he could get all the way there. Hands were on his shoulders urging him to sit down before he could open his eyes again.
"Yes, but I'm not too concerned." She looked over a Joshua, "get him to a medic before he bleeds his brains out onto the concrete." The look of horror on his face almost made her laugh but she looked down at Alec, "take care of yourself." With that she was off without another glance, her hips swaying with each step and Alec couldn't take his eyes off of her.
Then she stopped abruptly and looked down at the pocket of her denim jacket, her face pulled together in confusion as the sound of mechanical vibrating drifted to Alec's ears. "Wow! Note to self," she said with a smile, "put phone on vibrate more often!" She picked up the phone and blinked slowly before answering. "Hell's kitchen, Satan speaking."
"Satan? Satan said her name was Jay?" Joshua asked sitting down next to Alec in confusion.
"She's kidding about the Satan thing…I'm pretty sure."
She stretched slowly and Alec got the sudden impression that this was a woman who embraced her cat genes, and he found himself loving it. "Before we go into anything too detailed, Z, is this a pants or an arm conversation?" She moved her head slightly as though she was dancing to music coming from the other end of the phone. "Pant…that's good…what's her name?" She blinked several times before she started laughing. "She's named after a mushroom! I'm sure she doesn't mind too much 'cause at least it's an exotic mushroom." She took a deep breath still grinning but obviously trying to stop laughing. "Did she pick her own name or were her parents just that misguided…She picked it herself?" She lost the battle slapping her knee happily. "You want to marry a girl who named herself after a mushroom? This is so rich, I can't control the laughter here." She whimpered softly and coughed, "I'm sorry, I'm being callous. I'm sure you're deeply in love with her, like the last fifty you've told me about in the past month…Z, the month isn't even over yet."
"She's a very colorful character," Alec observed dryly.
"She's whack," Joshua agreed with a nod of his head.
"You'll call me with the next flavor of the week…maybe this time she'll be named after a fruit…take care of yourself." She hung up the phone and looked at it for a long time before shaking her head and scratching her head.
"I have to ask," Alec called and waited for her to turn to look at him, "what does a pants or arm conversation mean?"
She grinned and flipped a strand of cerulean blue over she shoulder. "Well, it mean either is a 'Help me my arms on fire!' conversation or an 'oh darn I'm not wearing any pants,' kind of conversation." She shrugged her shoulder as she slipped her phone back into her pocket. "It helps to know what I'm getting into ahead of time."
"Effective."
"I think so," she smiled again with a wiggle of her eyebrows before she started walking off once again to find another gate singing softly to herself. "I-aye, I-aye do not trust, so I can not love. (Uh can't no man be trusted) Oh no, no, no And I will not dare, to open up. Well my rent's passed due, and now my car won't start, I hate the bus. (Aren't you glad you have somebody to talk to?) Tell me what do they see, when they look at me. Do they see my many personalities, oh no?" She glanced back over her shoulder and winked when she saw Alec still watching her with his mouth slightly open. "Tell me why can't I, just reach up and simply touch the sky. Tell me why can't I, spread my arms and fly and fly and fly. Tell me why can't I say this. Why can't I do that? Tell me what do they want from me? Tell me how to act."
As she disappeared from view Alec let out a soft sigh and looked over at Joshua, "now that's a girl I'd like to get to know better." He ignored the soft snort that came from his companion and smiled to himself.