I'm back again. What has it been? Two, three months? I'm working on so much stuff and with my already slow rate of working on these I have to chouse what get worked on first and truly romances aren't high up on my list. Don't worry I'm still writing it.

Dwight Anderson and Saber-Strike is created by MAD-MAN.
Ceestar owns Ailec and Sataburn

Missing Love chapter 6

Ailec woke up to the annoying ringing of her brass alarm clock and reached a fumbling hand out from under her blankets to grip it. She pulled it up to her face and blinked at the hands on its face that told her she was late for school.

With a groan she flung the alarm away and borrowed deeper under the blankets while ignoring the shouts from Sataburn about throwing alarms at her medabot. A moment later the covers where ripped away and Ailec was threw her hands over her face to block the light searing at her eyes.

"GET UP!" Ailec was up in a flash and griping the pillow over her body as her startled sleepy mind registered this new voice, a male voice. She blinked the sleep from her eyes to find a very dark shadow standing beside her bed and a smirking Sataburn still sitting in her chair.

"Why are you in my room!" this was a bit much for only a few hours after having been in a very confusing valentines dance. The shadow started to run and thin like murky waters and Saber-Strike was standing there with his arms crossed. "Saber? What going on? Where is Dwight?"

Ailec looked around the room hopefully fro a moment before remembering she was in her pajamas. She shrieked and thumped her pillow over Saber-Strike's head. The pillow was shredded in instants, sending cotton stuffing everywhere, but it was long enough for Ailec to get one of her blankets spun around her pajamas.

"HAHAHA!" Sataburn was rolling around on her chair and laughing insanely. "Your wearing flannel pajamas and your worried about the Silent Shadow here seeing you? Your dress last night showed of more skin."

One of the poorly repaired sections of armor came free as she was laughing and Sataburn gasped as her armor skirt started to slip down her hips. Ailec was laughing now as Sataburn scrambled into the toolkit beside her chair for a faster to hold her skirt still. Saber-Strike made no move to look behind him but Sataburn's circuits still grew warm at the thought that he might still be able to she her, he was a ninja after all and could sense everything around him.

Ailec finally stilled her laughter enough to get up and go help her medabot, making herself leave the blanket on her bed. "Why are you so upset? Chances are that Saber has seen up your skirt while you are flying around? It not like it hides anything except your hips." Ailec smirked as her medabot squirmed, trying to keep Ailec between her and Saber-Strike.

Saber made no move to look in Sataburn's direction even after Ailec had moved over to help fix her skirt. Even after the low powered torch cut off he stayed facing the other way, giving Sataburn a chance to compose herself and letting Ailec work on some of the other injures Sataburn had taken last night.

"Why are you here anyhow Saber?" Ailec was checking a fuel line for one of Sataburn's pyrotechnic weapons. That strange armadillo-hedgehog medabot had done a lot of damage the night before and between calming down her parents and wanting to put down the line work on her newest painting she had had time only to fix the worst of Sataburn's injures.

Saber-Strike finally turned to face them both, "Dwight was captured."

He had said it in such a bland tone that for a long moment the words didn't register to Ailec. The tube in her hand crushed as the words impacted her mind, sending rubber sealant shooting al over the inside of Sataburn's arm. Ailec spun around and stared blankly at the cloaked medabot before her. "He was What!"

Saber-Strike uncrossed his arms, dropping into a defective stance as he predicted her mood after his next statement. "An unnamed organization has captured Dwight for reasons as yet unknown to me."

Saber batted away the empty tube as Ailec tossed it at him, he wasn't able to do the same with the large toolbox that followed and was forced to move aside as it bounced off her bed. "Well go and rescue him! What are you doing here when he needs you?"

Ailec grabbed the next thing in reach and was ready to throw her purse form last night when Sataburn griped her wrist. "Ailec, you need to calm down." After removing the purse from her tamers grip she tossed it out of reach and casually kicked away a screwdriver as well. "This is Dwight we're talking about. If he can jump dimensions and beat up giant monsters I think he can handle a mob long enough to escape or be rescued."

Saber-Strike had made it over to the easel where Ailec's newest painting was sitting. It was only a brief line work at the moment but he could easily discern the topic. He shook his head and turned back to where Sataburn was comforting her medafighter.

Saber-Striker hated speaking, it was such a crude form of communication but these two wouldn't understand his silence the way Dwight would. "I need help getting him out" both the girls looked up at him in disbelief, he could hardly believe it himself. "He is in a very high security holding cell and I cant get him out without help. Particularly if he isn't in top form."

Ailec's face paled even as her jaw was firming, Sataburn held up her hand and shook her head at the weak ball of flam that flickered their. "I can't help until I'm in better shape myself."

Saber-Strike used his foot to flip a scattered tool up into his hands, before advancing on the startled Sataburn. "We have little time then. We must hurry." He started fixing Sataburn up, despite her stuttering protests, while Ailec ran off to wash and dress.

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Dwight was hanging a foot from the ground, hands bound up and out from his body while his feet where pulled down by a thick chain tied to a heavy block. His nice clothes where dirty and torn in places and his hair was grimy and tangled out of the ponytail it had been in. he had been taken by surprise shortly after reaching his small room in the back of the old thrift store. He had just removed his cape when something pierced his neck and the world started to drift into darkness. He vaguely remembered Saber-Strike vanishing out a new hole in the wall followed by high-powered slugs as something started to lift him.

Dwight rolled his head around and moaned, acting as if starting to come around while he had in fact been awake a while. A glance around confirmed nobody nearby except several security camera directed at him. He raised his head after a moment and tried squinting past the lights that where beside the cameras and directed at him. His other senses told him no one was there but his instincts told him something was wrong.

Looking at the chain wrapped around his feet he gave up hope of removing it without his hands, razor wire had been woven into the links and spun around his legs. Trying to slide out of the chain would likely take of his feet as well. Looking at his hands he found that they had been tied just as securely and with two stiff peaces of wood tied around each hand to keep them totally immobile.

He was caught, and with a stile he had no idea how to slip. Shifting his weight slightly he tried feeling how many weapons he still had hidden on his body. It was very alarming to realize they where all gone, even the single shot guns made to look like cigarettes in his shirt pocket and the garrote wire hidden in the cuff of his pants.

"Looking for something Mr. Anderson?" the lights shining in his face snapped off while another one outside the ring of cameras and lights came on. It shined down on a steel toped table that had countless little things scattered over the top. Everything from a salt packet to the pack of cigarettes, every last item on the table had been one of the camouflaged weapons Dwight had had on him. There was even his trusty knife with its plain leather grip and slightly misshapen blade that he had made long ago.

Standing next to the table was someone he had met recently, it was the woman from the day before that had given his her cash clip after catching him stealing it. Today she wasn't in a radically costly designer dress, today she was wearing a designer dress suit and looking very much like an overly paid lawyer behind her blood red shades that likely cost more than a new windshield for most midsize cars.

"You should understand Mr. Anderson that I take very good care of my toys, that means I cant let you carry anything so dangerous as this." She picked up a pack of gum and smiled as she peeled it open and calmly folded the foil back around it inside out. Dwight tensed as he saw her long painted nails pinch the foil inwards before she calmly tossed it to a nondescript guard in riot armor where it stuck to his chest.

The man barley had time to flinch as the homemade and hidden plastic explosive went off. Interestingly the guard wasn't killed, only blown back into another dozen guards in the same armor and knocked senseless while blood ran from his ears. "Must be some armor." Dwight's thought was raw and chapped, likely from when they pumped his stomach for any other hidden items.

The woman walked forward, hips swaying and a devils grin on her face. "Oh is it Mr. Anderson. But I take pride in my business and I don't doubt that you could easily defeat my guards no mater what armor and weapons they had. I do wonder how you made some of these fascinating gadgets by, well; lets call it an unstable income. Shall we?"

Dwight looked at the guards, including the one that was already come around. They where in top of the line body armor, above top of the line if it stopped a half ounce chemically sparked plastic explosive, and had pain sticks and rapid fire smart trank dart guns. "You overestimate me lady. A lot." Sure if Saber was here the two of them could probably get free but it was just him. "Besides, all my gear is budget line. I could make enough C4 chewing gum to blow the lid of a tank for less than a hundred bucks."

The woman stopped beside him and calmly placed her foot on the brick dragging on his legs. "I so enjoy a man that can make wonders with anything on hand. That is why I want you, your handsome rugged young self, to work for me." She pressed down with her foot and smiled even wider as she heard the chains and wires clink.

Dwight kept his face blank as he could fell the wires begin to cut into his skin. As he felt blood start to run down his ankles he looked down to see a single drop of blood land on his dress shoe. "You know I just bought these threads right?"

The woman continued to smile but she took her foot off the brick, "why yes I do." With a click of her fingers one of the guards spun a TV around on its stand beside on of the cameras and slid a disk into a slot. "And I know why you are going to help me." The TV buzzed for a moment before a muted image came on, a reporter was talking in the foreground and behind he was the dance floor of the stadium where the select corps where carting away the two of the strange animal medabots. And far into the corner of the image was Dwight spinning Ailec to the music with a grin on his face.

Dwight was stunned into absolute blankness, he couldn't believe that he had been caught on camera, he thought had had went up to the balcony with Ailec long before any news crews had gotten there. He recovered his composure but not before the woman managed to see his surprise, "so do you see why you are going to work for me?"

His mind racing but his face composed Dwight said the first thing that came to mind. "Not really." He managed shrug despite his position, "so I slipped and there is now a picture of me available to anyone. I never really cared about that, it just makes less hassle not having to conceal myself all the time."

The woman frowned, and indecently finally achieved that horses face Dwight had first thought of when he had seen her. "What about the girl?" she had a finger to her lips and was idly, thoughtlessly, chewing one of her nails. "Who is she?"

Dwight looked back to the television as it looped back to the beginning and showed him and Ailec dancing again. "I had just saved her life, again. I saved her before, back during that incident with the sudden outbreak of strange monsters. I think her name was Alice or Alicia, I'm not sure. She was too cheerful for me to stay around long, I told her to dance with me and make it look good so I could get away from the Select Corps."

The woman's frown had continued to deepen but now she smiled again, not a sultry or devilish one but a cruel one that was meant to frighten, and it did frighten Dwight. This woman could decide to kill or injure Ailec weather she thought Dwight knew her or not. "That just means I get to have some fun convincing you another way."

She snapped her fingers and a door, cleverly hidden to look like the rest of the cement walls, swung open and several men and women dressed in blue and white scrubs came in with trays and dollies full of harsh looking surgical tools. Dwight was winched down from his position but not untied until he was already on a cold steel gurney that was molded to fit his form.

The woman had pulled on a pair of latex gloves and smiled at Dwight as she took a pair of scissors from one of the trays. "I would normally play temptress but I fear that might end with me dead in my bedroom and you systematically destroying my business." She started cutting into Dwight's jacket, the sharp scissors straining against the under layer of wire armor a moment before continuing.

As the jacket came of the woman pulled away the silted jacket and dropped it, taking a moment to prod at his defined chest through his dark undershirt. "I little underfeed but imagine what my little stray will look like after I start taking care of him." she chuckled as she ran her hands up and down his pecs, indecently checking for any other weapons as she tailed fingers long his jaw and down his arms.

Dwight watched calmly as she started cutting his undershirt, only the loss of a tasteful silk shirt upset him, torture was unpleasant but it would end, eventually. And until then he could attempt getting one of those sharp objects and getting free. "Oh my god!" Dwight looked over at the people in scrubs as they stood by watching, one of the women had spoken after seeing the scars across his chest.

Even the sinister woman in charge of this whole 'company' as she called it gave pause at the wide scars crossing his body. "DAMIT" one of the men in scrubs fell over backwards as blood blossomed out from his chest around the blades of the scissors. The guards flinched while the other medical looking people fled, leaving the slowly dieing man behind as they rushed to open and escape threw the hidden door.

The metal gurney swung upwards, putting Dwight's feet tantalizingly close to the floor and almost standing in completely upright. The woman came around in front of him and jabbed at one of the scars with a still gloved hand. "What caused that!" she was read in the face and held a scalpel in her other hand.

Dwight was at a loss as to what had her so mad, it wasn't like scars would stop her from cutting into him. "A claw the size of a minivan and the monster it was attached to."

The woman swore loudly again and the scalpel was suddenly protruding from a guard's face guard, merely a hairs breath from piercing his eye. "Torture wont do me any good." And began to pace back and forth in front of Dwight, every time she drew close to the trays holding surgical tools the guards would flinch and try to hide behind one another.

If she was going to think that Dwight wouldn't disillusion her, torture wouldn't likely get him to work for her, not for a long time at least, but it would still hurt and likely disable him for a while. He did wonder what she would do instead, she already saw the problem trying to bed him and now she had convinced herself Torture wouldn't work. There were not many chooses let, not for someone with no family or close friends.

"Get those fool idiots in here from the R and D department!" the woman's voice sent two of the guard running for the hidden door while another muttered into his headset. The woman turned back to Dwight with another of her grins, they where really getting annoying and he only wanted to wipe them away. "If those jokers are right I can have you still." She leaned against the gurney and placed her lips against his ear, "my own little brainwashed supper vigilante."

Another chapter down and in the next Ailec gets to save the prince in distress.

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