SEDATION

Damage Control

Part: One

Author: Jacey

Rating: PG13 - R

Disclaimer: Krit, Syl, Max Alec, and known characters belong to James Cameron, Chuck Eglee, and FOX. The names of Jondy and Zane also belong to them, but their personalities and characters belong to me. The story idea belongs to me, along with any additional ideas.

A/N: I generally write M/L fics, (even though now I'm a total M/A shipper) but Lexie got me obsessed with Krit and Syl and I made myself obsessed with Jondy and Zane...The title of this fic, is alllll Lexie's idea :D.

Dedication: For Lexie and Ash who made me realise that there's more to DA than there seems, and that the other X5's are just as interesting, if not more so than the main characters. SO, for Lexie and Ash. May you both find your own Krit's. :) (btw - save me one ;) )

Characters: I modeled the character of Jondy, mainly off Lexie ;) A/N: Every third part (i.e. Part's: 3, 6, 9, 12, etc..) will be a P.O.V chapter.

Los Angeles

Jondy looked around the crowded bar, and once again wished that she had a day job like Zane.

Over the pulsing pre-pulse techno music that was pounding form the speakers, positioned high above her head, she could just barely hear the call of her boss, the manager and owner of the bar, Jake. 'Jess! It's quitting time!'

Jondy sighed with relief. This was the sentence she had been waiting for all night. She usually didn't mind working at Ice, but tonight she was anxious to get home, to Zane, so that they could get on the road. As she threaded her way through the bumping and grinding crowd of heavily intoxicated dancers, towards Jake, who was waving her envelope of tip money at her, she realised that there was some creepy guy pinching her ass. She spun around, and was prepared to push him up against the closest wall and beat the crap out of him, when a hand on her shoulder stopped her. 'Jess. Not tonight. We've had enough trouble already. Just go home, take your vacation, and come back in a good mood, okay?'

Jondy let the sleazy guy go, and sighed, again. 'You know Jake, if I didn't like you so much, I'm beat the shit out of YOU for that comment..'

Jake laughed, 'Hon, I know you too well. You'd never lay a hand on your old pop...'

Jondy laughed 'You're right Dad. I'll see you in a few weeks okay? Hold my job for me?'

Jake gave her a look, swept her into a big bear hug, and whispered in her ear, 'Always, Jondy. Now you go find that big sister of yours, and don't leave your boy waiting, okay hon?'

'Kay Dad. See you later.' With a peck on the cheek, Jondy squeezed his hand, and left through the back door.

Ten minutes later, Jondy pulled up outside an apartment block, on her Kawasaki Ninja 450. Her baby. She slowly, pushed it inside and into the old, pre-pulse elevator, and punched in the button labeled '6'. Carefully, so as not to knock it on the edges of the elevator doors, Jondy left the elevator, and pushed her bike in through the front door of her, and Zane's apartment.

Parking it beside the back wall, she called out, 'Zane?'

'Jon?'

'Duh.' She replied sarcastically 'Who else were you expecting?'

'There's no need to be sarcastic Jon.' Zane replied, 'Did ya say goodbye to your Dad?'

'Yup. He said to have fun...'

Zane snorted, as he walked into the lounge 'Fun? Yeah right. Jondy, you do realise that this is just a mission to get to Terminal City, and help out best we can, right?'

Jondy smiled 'Zane, tone it down. You're starting to sound a little TOO much like Zack..'

Zane gasped and mockingly put his hand palm flat on his chest 'No! Never!'

Jondy laughed, 'Quit it Z. You packed yet?'

Zane smiled, 'Course I am Jon. It's you who does everything at the last minute..'

Jondy scowled at him, and backhanded him over the head. 'I'll have you know, I packed this morning.'

Zane laughed, 'Yeah, OK. So are we ready?'

'Yup. You got the map?'

Zane snorted 'A map? Jondy, hon, when was the last time that WE needed a map... hang on, when was the last time I needed a map? You on the other hand area different story.. You seemed to miss out on getting the map memorising gene at Manticore.'

Jondy glared at him, but carried on, 'And you have both of your ID's?'

Zane laughed, 'Yeah' and pulled his wallet out of his pocket, 'I have the ID, for one Zane Daniels, and one for a Zan Davidson. They're a little similar aren't they?'

'Yeah well, Dad figured it would help us remember them.. I already had mine anyway. Jessica Parker, and Jondy Payton. Did you write down their addresses?

Zane rolled his eyes, 'Yes Jondy, I wrote down their addresses...'

'Geez, OK, no need to be soooo...meanyish'

Zane laughed at her 'For a Manticore girl, you're vocabulary sure ain't much..'

San Francisco

Krit winced as a voice screeching his name came from the kitchen. He sighed, 'What Syl?'

'Have you SEEN the state you left the kitchen in? I cleaned it for you LAST time I visited..and two days later, its turned to shit again. What the fuck is going on Krit Guevara? I am SO sick of cleaning your kitchen EVERY FUCKING TIME I visit...'

Krit smiled, 'Well maybe you should just move in, then you can clean it everyday, and it'll never get like this again..'

Syl stalked into the living room, and raised one perfectly shaped eyebrow at Krit, 'Hmmmm not a bad idea baby, maybe I will' she said as she straddled his lap.

Krit looked at her in shock. 'Syl? SYL! Are you in. oh shit. You're in heat aren't you? Oh fuck.'

Syl smirked at him, 'Yes, fuck Krit. That's EXACTLY what I want to do...' She circled her hips over his, and Krit gulped.

'Syl. Syl. You do not want to do this. Ok honey. YOU DON'T WANT TO DO THIS. You'll regret it in the morning.'

Syl laughed as she started nibbling on his neck. 'Krit, I think I know what I want. And I know you want this too. You've wanted it for years. So have I.'

Krit almost had a heart attack at that comment. 'Syl wasn't usually this forward, even in heat.' He gulped again, and cleared his throat. 'Ummm, well tell you what Syl,' he said as he lifted her off his lap, 'we'll just take a trip to the bedroom, and...'

He cut off as Syl pounced on him, and started kissing him open mouthed. Krit was trying his hardest not to kiss back, and as he maneuvered her into the bedroom, he tried to remember where he hid the tranquilizer dart.

Just as Syl was about to rip his shirt off, Krit managed to pull it out of a draw, and jab it into her back. 'Owwwww!' Syl screeched. 'FUCK KRIT! What the hell was that for...shit, I feel kind of.. dizzy..' and with that she collapsed backwards onto the bed.'

Krit rolled her onto her side, pulled the dart out of her back, and covered her with a blanket. He unconsciously looked at the label on the dart, and 'Oh SHIT! This is gonna knock her out for at least 3 days.. she's gonna kill me.'

Syl's heats didn't usually last as long as some of the other X5 females. Her's were generally over within 24 hours, and she was usually a lot easier to control. "Fuck." Krit thought. "There is NO way I'm gonna escape the wrath of Syl when she comes too..and I'm gonna have to call in sick for her."