Title: Total Recall, Chapter 16
Author: CSIphile/redwing
AN1: Sorry about the muck up with chapter 15, I'm not sure what happened there. Hopefully this one goes better! Thank you everyone for your infinite patience, esp Hanna, I knew in an instant if it didn't work, I appreciate that. And yes, it ends with Alec walking out that door. And the fic is far from done.
AN2: Keep up the reviews, there are at least 9 chapters left to go and I need all the encouragement I can get to keep going. It's exhausting I tell you!
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Chapter 16: Hit That
Mole walks into command and throws his shotgun down on the conference table, a pleased expression on his face.
"HEY! You wanna watch that? All we need is a round going off in here," Dix protests from his seat at the computers.
"Well, there's good and bad news."
"Oh, lord," Dix mutters under his breath.
"I heard that." Mole lumbers over to the smaller transhuman. "The good news is I know Manticore has them; there's some new guy they brought in to start the program over…by capturing the escapees. They are also most likely alive -- good ol' M is hard up for soldiers, so they are most likely re-indoctrinated."
"Great…tell me that was the bad news."
"Ahhh, no. The bad news is rat boy doesn't know where the new Manticore is. He has a secure phone number he calls." With that, Mole throws a cell phone to Dix. "It's only programmed for one number. Untraceable. I had one of the tech specialists look at it."
"Damn…. Well Logan hasn't found anything either -- there's no odd accounting at any medical facilities west of the Mississippi. But he's still looking." Dix fingers the cell carefully…contemplating.
Mole tilts his head at him; he can practically see the wheels spinning. "What are you thinking?"
Dix wiggles the phone. "I'm thinking we star 69 'em. I think I can put together a trace program and connect it to the phone."
Mole smiles slightly and narrows his eyes. "Excellent."
The next day, Max does as requested, hollering and moaning at her door for 494. This isn't like isolation -- there is a small window at the top of the steel door for her to look out and others to look in. It isn't a real stretch for her to scream for Alec; she is in heat and craving him anyway. She'd just about kill someone right then to get her hands on the other transgenic.
Just thinking about it, she can feel her temperature rising -- the pull of desire coiling in her belly, and other places she'd rather not acknowledge right now. She can feel the flush on her face, the sweat starting to bead on her forehead. After Alec left last night, she had nearly gone insane. So close to scratching the itch, and they didn't complete the act, even if it was for a good reason. If her mind wasn't so hazy with wanting, Max would admit that it was probably for the best they didn't. Right now, though, all she can do is curse under her breath and resolve to scratch in the best way possible. Damn Alec's self-righteous behavior; she's getting what she needs.
Growling, she sits on her cot and waits, not-so-patiently. Luckily, she doesn't have to wait long; she can smell him long before the guards bring him to her cell. Perched on the edge of the cot, she licks her lips as the door opens, revealing Alec to her, in all his masculine glory. He is dressed in tight black pants and an equally tight T-shirt, flaunting his perfectly engineered body. Ohhhh yeah, he's mine.
Before the door can even shut behind him, Alec is virtually attacked -- pushed against the wall behind him. A small, female body pressed suggestively against his. She is currently pulling his shirt out from his pants and running her warm hands along his abs and up his chest. Alec closes his eyes briefly, and rests his head on the brick wall, allowing himself to get lost in her touch.
"Aaaaalec," she whispers in his ear after practically sliding her body up his.
When he doesn't respond immediately, she tries another tactic. Grabbing him by the hair, she pushes his head down to her and engages a brutal kiss. She is sucking his lower lip, pushing his mouth open to allow her to explore his mouth with her tongue, their teeth clashing lightly. It's erotic, sending him into a lull of some kind. He has forgotten this isn't the reason he is in her cell. Forgotten everything but the feeling of her lips on his, pressing, wanting, needing him. Him. Wanting him to release her from her heat, to…..Oh no no no no.
Finally, she pulls away and kneels in front of him, licking and kissing his abdomen as she undoes his pants. When cool air hits his thighs, Alec regains his senses, and places his hands on her shoulders, stopping her from removing any more barriers between them.
"Max…stop."
"I don't want to. I need you, Alec. Please." She looks at him with pleading eyes, and for one second, he almost gives into her. How long has he wanted to hear those words, wanted to show her what a transgenic could do in bed. But in the end, his rational brain wins out.
"No, Max. Remember, this isn't what we want right now."
Her dark eyes flash at him and she stands. "The hell I don't. I know what I want, Alec, and that's you, pretty boy." Her face softens and she licks her lips lightly -- titling her head at him, her eyes smoldering. "Come on, baby. Show me what you can do. I've heard once you go transgenic, you never go back."
"No."
"Aleeeeeec," she pouts, and nibbles her lower lip. "I can make you feel things you never thought possible."
He swallows; Alec has no doubt she could. But now he realizes she isn't going to give up -- her hormones are pushing anything resembling rational thought to the back of her mind. As he is contemplating what to do, short of sleeping with her, Max is slithering closer to him, her hot breath on his neck, her fingertips sliding up his arms.
I don't have a choice, she'll regret it if we…damn.
Leaning into her ear, he whispers, "I'm sorry, Max."
And promptly punches her in the head, rendering her unconscious.
It doesn't take Max long to regain awareness, but it takes her a bit longer to realize why she is lying on her cot and Alec is sitting on the floor across from her.
That asshole hit me. He actually HIT ME.
Sitting up, she fixes Alec with a death stare. "Why did you hit me?"
"I had to get you to settle down before we did something we'd regret. You have to focus, Max. I know it's hard to ignore nature, but use all that crap Manticore taught us and do your best. 'Cause otherwise there is no way we will be able to plan a way out of here. We won't get too many opportunities where they aren't watching us."
She knows he's right, and she takes a deep breath through her mouth, willing her heart to stop pounding and her breath to even out. Curious, she looks at her companion.
"Why aren't you….all over me? How come you've got such great control?"
Wiggling his nose and forcing air out his nostrils, Alec puts his hand up just in time to catch two flesh colored nose plugs. Giving her that patented Alec smirk, he places them back in his nose.
"This way at least I can't smell you." He pauses. "Well a little, but enough that I can resist temptation, so to speak."
"Nice. Thank you for knocking some sense into me-literally. I know I wouldn't have been able to stop you."
He gives her a small smile, and shares the plans he can now remember for escape. Of course, each plan has now been modified to include the destruction of Manticore, hopefully permanently. They quickly discuss each before either eliminating it or leaving it for later consideration. The only thing they know for sure is they have to contact Terminal City for help, and a lot of it.
After tossing out their last idea, Alec looks at her and sighs. He has managed not to think about her sitting mere inches from him, in heat and fully amenable to screwing him right there. Of course, now that they are out of ideas and distractions, he is hyper aware of her presence. Despite the nose plugs, he can still smell her slightly, and just the knowledge of her being in heat is starting to affect him. He allows his eyes to wander over her body, taking it in possessively -- the scrubs she is sporting doing nothing to dissuade him.
NO, no. Stop it! he admonishes himself, and moves away from her, clearing his throat.
"Don't call for me again, ok? Try and sleep through the rest, cause I don't think I can do this again. While you're in here, I'll try and scope out a way to get a message to TC. Agreed?"
"Yeah, agreed."
He can practically see her fighting the urge to jump him.
"Uhhh, I'm gonna go, 452." He stresses her designation. They need to be careful; one slip and they're done for.
With that, he gets up and motions for the guards -- this time not even looking back at her.
Three Days Later
She is finally allowed out of the cell and the first thing she does is stretch her muscles. She had managed to sleep a good portion of the last three days, surprising even herself. Of course, it helped that in her dreams, Alec…no, 494…could touch her.
The guard prods her toward the door at the end of the ward, and instead of giving him a dirty look, Max straightens up and heads back into the world, such as it is.
Which lasts all of 10 minutes. Before she can even make it to the showers, another of Olivet's lackeys intercepts her.
They can't be testing me for pregnancy already, can they? she wonders, but maintains her stone expression.
"The Director would like to see you now."
She nods and follows the squirrelly guy though the maze that is Manticore. He is the total opposite of Olivet's other assistant -- Jacob…she thinks his name is. Max has seen Jacob looking at her funny a few times, but never said anything. It was never unusual for the male brass to scope out the female soldiers. Creepy…but not unusual.
He holds the door open for her, and she breezes by, stepping into Olivet's office, and finding Alec already there.
Ooooooh, crap. Her mental alarm starts sounding, and she discreetly starts checking out means of escape. They figured us out, they found out about our memories. While panicking inside, she exudes calm and business.
"452 -- reporting as ordered, sir," she says, and stands at attention.
"We went through the data you two recovered on your last recon and unfortunately, AmGen has far more data than we had anticipated. Three days from today, you will be returning to the facility to erase all the data and destroy the facility. Human casualties are considered collateral damage."
The two transgenics don't look at each other, nodding in unison.
"This time, however, there will be four sets of two going in. You two will be responsible for data destruction, while the others take care of the facility and lookout. Review the file and consult your handler for final instructions."
"Yes, sir!" They snap at the same time and salute.
"Dismissed."
After 452 and 494 leave, Richard calls in Jacob to his office.
"Jacob, have one of the guards keep an eye on those two."
The younger man eyes his boss, warily. "Why? Do you suspect the wipe didn't work?"
"I'm not sure. They are just awfully comfortable around each other. They move in unison, they speak in unison -- it's odd."
"Sir, no disrespect, but they are soldiers; they are taught the same things. Their reactions should be in sync with each other."
"Well there's in sync, and then there is knowing someone so well you can read their mind. I've heard things from their trainers. They practically can't train anymore together because they never get hits in. Plus, they spend all their free time together. I just want someone to keep an eye on them -- please take care of it."
"Yes sir," Jacob says, and closes the door as he exits. A single thought flitting through his mind as he looks for the only guard he would trust with this duty: shit.
They turn and walk out the door, only chancing a glance when they are out in the yard. Getting to a far corner, away from the other trainees, they start lightly sparring, hoping those around them won't attempt to listen in to their conversation.
"Dammit. Could've been the perfect chance to bolt. But if we do, the first place they'll look is TC, and who knows what they will do to the city. Plus, we can't take them down from Seattle," she starts, talking in a low voice.
"No, but I think this might give us an opportunity." He contemplates while blocking a hard right from her. "Hey! Watch it! We're pretending, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah, wuss," she mutters, and swings again -- this time at his ribs. Again, he anticipates her. "What kind of opportunity?"
"The kind to get a message out. We can use the AmGen computers to send something to Dix."
"How? It's not exactly like TC is on the Internet."
He laughs lightly. "I just can see that, www.terminalcity.org. A place for people to learn about transgenics and hate them more. Ha! No, but remember Dix's email?"
She smiles, and sends a half-hearted roundhouse at his head. "Yeah….excellent."
Dix had managed to set up an email address specifically for suppliers and the like, completely untraceable, and hidden from the IP provider. The things that he nomally could do with a computer rivaled Logan, and in some cases, surpassed Eyes Only's talents. Only a select, trusted few had access, and it wasn't linked into the other TC systems in the event that someone did hack in and try to shut the city down.
He sweeps her feet from under her, and lands on her chest, pinning her down. Even with her heat over, Alec still need to feel her, if only to reassure himself that he has, indeed, found her again.
"Now all we need to do is come up with a message."
She frowns slightly and nods.
tbc…………………….