My Frequency Is My Pain

Disclaimer: Anything you could sue me for isn't mine

This is an AU story


James... He hadn't heard that for years. He had three names, Rumandello, a characters name from his childhood, which is why he talked in such a strange way just like his childhood hero. Specimen 57 was the code Manticore gave him upon his arrival after being kidnapped, since he was the 57th kid brought in the search for what that bitch had called "Her ticket into the inner circle". And last but not least James, his real name, the one given to him by his parents. He was sick of hearing them all, he wanted one alias, but he was no longer sure which one he wanted to use...

He sat on a fallen tree, the streams of white hitting his face through the foliage. He could smell the fire on the wind, the smell of history alight, the smell of hellfire. So he had one more target left, this 452. He had no idea who he was, but when he found this X5, he would make him pay for being the only one arrogant enough to escape him.


Logan sat on the end of his spare bed. He knew she was going to stay here tonight, right across the hall from him. So what? Loads of people had stayed in this room. Even Asha had stayed in this room and he had slept with her countless times. Then why did this feel different?

He had tidied the place up, giving it more attention than he usually gave his own. If only he knew why he was acting like this, and why since she had opened that door to him dressed in a towel he couldn't stop obsessing about her. Why every time he now looked at a woman he was reminded about how she put them all to shame in every single aspect. She was flawless to him. But then again, a man probably made her, if not a group of them, so why would she be anything but perfect?

He lay back with a flop, looking at his watch. It was only 3pm. He had to start doing dinner at 5.30, so what the fuck was he going to do until then? He had tried doing his work but he couldn't spell anything, he was one of those people that typed what they were thinking at the time, so all his emails and so on just read "Max, Sexy, Dinner, Orange juice". Okay, the last one was because he was thirsty at the time, but the rest was blatantly obvious to him. He missed her. He missed somebody he hardly knew. He must be insane, or maybe he was...nah, bullshit. He didn't believe in first sight, he always believed love came from knowing a person, and that only lust came on first sight. Whatever it was, he wasn't sure but it sure was weird.

Now he just had to think of what to have for dinner.