Old Buddies
Awkward silence reigned inside the car.
When he opened the door for her to get in, Molly reluctantly did so. Asking him where he was taking her and his answer was to wait for her to take a sit and then offer a sober 'put your seat belt on' to then hop in and start the mysterious ride.
Molly's week had passed from magical ride with a total stranger to awkward frightening ride with her 'love one'.
She dared asked a few more times where were they going and the answer always was him raising his index finger followed by more silence.
After twenty minutes without music and only the sound of the road with short interruptions from his men calling him on radio, Molly drop the idea of knowing and resigned to accept her lack of control in the situation. Taking out her cell phone aimed to candy crush her way out of boredom/anxiety, when she remembered Lori. She hadn't seen Lori since yesterday and by now must be worried sick. She had lied to her about being in a club and now would have to lie again to spare her some worry. Deep inside knew Lori was no fool and surely suspected something fishy going on, but was patiently giving her space to reveal it all by herself.
Which Molly immensely thanked.
In a hurry she set to text her and informed her –lied to her– she was going to stay with Rebecca for the rest of the day. At least, she could send her a false message courtesy.
Typing a short but reassuring message, pressed send and nothing happened. Checking her network found cero bars and began shifting her cell around trying to catch some.
"Quit it, the network's blocked." Donald plainly notified without taking his gaze off the road.
"Why?"
The brunette swiftly asked out of habit, as she let a snort out and he tentatively shrugged his shoulders before replying.
"Old habits."
"Oh yes, silly me, no one wants one of those poor kids calling the police." She whispered under her breath but didn't count with his keen ear.
"If you're gonna be sarcastic you have to be loud, Molls." Pierce stated, letting a sideway smile curl the edge of his mouth. "You don't need to fear me," the merc glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. "Not many persons can brag about that." He quickly asserted.
"Maybe you can start by stop intimidating me every time you deem fit," she countered back glaring at him. "Don't think I don't know what you are doing, I've seen you do it for a whole year now, with the patients…the kids…you terrorize them to keep them in line-"
"And, in line they are." The merc swanked proudly.
Feeling vastly irritated at his indifference, she snapped.
"I'm not a pet to be trained, I'm your partn-" hastily halting herself mid-sentence, thought it through. She wasn't about to admit being his partner, he hadn't earn it.
"Partner? Yes, you are." He finished her sentence not minding the harsh expression she was sending him. "No shame in that, but most of all…I'm not your enemy, Molly." He explained in a husky tone and stretched his hand to hold hers, but she dodged him crossing her arms over her chest.
A light grin grazed his lips and let it slip, moving his hand back to the steering wheel. "Fine b'me, you sure ya want to keep that attitude?"
"Are you threatening me? Mr. you don't need to fear me…" Molly heatedly countered.
And, his chest jolt letting out a deep chuckle. "You really need to learn the difference between threat and inquiry."
"Maybe one of the kids can teach me the difference, no need to waste more of your precious time." She sharply replied and he chewed his lower lip, letting out a fake 'ha,ha' but secretly pleasantly impressed. Not many persons were able to keep a fluid dialogue under pressure and less of all a clever dialogue.
Sarcasm was the ugly cousin of intelligence.
That was exactly what he itched to check out…if her passion, and as result their passionate coupling was a product of her hormonal mind or if it was her true nature overshadowed by prejudices. Intimidation worked as a double edged sword depending on the victim; if the target was ballsy, it will retaliate. But if it was weak, it will subdue immediately to go back to status quo.
And she was probing to be a passionate creature. Well –fucking– done, Molly; Donald wouldn't have settled for a skittish deer, he knew they wouldn't have lasted a damn month.
He was indeed –greatly– pleased but that didn't change the fact that she needed to be tamed, he liked defiant but at command…his command. Or, at least that was what he usually prefer, this feisty side of her was quite fascinating almost intoxicating, if he'd be honest.
"Those little fuck ups are more dangerous than you think, ya need to stop feeling sorry for them." He stated in a voice void of emotion.
"They are innocent-"
"They are stronger, faster, better in every way. Nature took care of that…your sympathy is on the wrong side." The merc coldly cut her naïve, and awfully used statement. He didn't need to hear the 'they are innocent' cliché out of her.
"…They are children." she replied in a broken whisper.
"We all were once, but not all of us evolved into an unstoppable killing spread machine." He cynically stated.
"You did…" Those words weren't supposed to leave her mouth.
Donald thoughtfully glanced at her and lifting his metal arm, somberly declared. "At a high cost."
An awkward pause filtered between the two and finally Donald added. "We are on the losing side, Molls. Not them, never them." The man heatedly pointed out straightening his back.
There was an odd gleam in his eye that shouted he wholeheartedly meant what he said, he strongly believed was right, and she was able to phantom how the word cruelty could easily lose meaning in his head.
Silence reigned again but not awkward like earlier but instead a shameful silence.
The brunette didn't know what to think. Somehow felt like a hypocrite defending the patients she helped to confine and keep alive to endure experimentation.
All in the name of money.
Money was a wicked thing, the new idol all wish for and bow to…shame and dignity forgotten at a glimpse of the green deity. And, the silence just brought back the embarrassment she constantly tried to hide behind kindness. Molly knew guilt; it was an old and frequent friend of hers, who visited now and then to remind her of her awful deeds and shameful acts. Even though she did not hurt the patients, not help them was equally harmful.
They finally reached a huge black building –at least thirty floors up and counting– made of shiny black glass impenetrable by sight. Making it look like if it were forged from obsidian gleaming under the sun, this area of the city was the wealthy part. Far from the suburbs where Molly usually resided; this building always seemed to her like a thorn in the middle of the peaceful city, and the last place where she thought she would be going in.
She didn't belong there. A macabre aura surrounded the ostentatious place which seemed to pierce the sky like a pointed obsidian sword and each sunset seemed to achieve its doom goal when the blue sky taints red and dies to be reborn the next day. Disturbing and beautiful, and Molly couldn't shake the fact everything related to him, in a way was...disturbing and beautiful.
Donald lowered the car window and a uniformed guard greeted him with a high military salute and a respectful "Mr. Pierce" before letting them in.
The security was far higher than in Transigen and as if a dejavu, everyone glanced with respect or fear at the man who guided her through the halls.
Pierce was more than a mercenary or a soldier, the man moved in the high domes of power and the most intimidating of all was that he probably had earned it by his own deeds. Respect and fear were sides on the same coin, and he certainly knew how to flip the coin to his benefit.
He led her down a wide corridor filled with metal doors and double-view mirrors, some guarded by soldiers and others simply inhabited by doctors and what appeared to be men of science –or as they prefer to call those butchers–, if they had anything to do with Transigen, there was no doubt in her mind, they were the same kind of filth.
The couple stopped in front of a large elegant wooden door, and Donald led her in first to then close the door behind them. Entering at what looked like a doctor's office, told her to stay put, and left. Molly ogled about the office for a few seconds before sat in a folding chair attached to the wall next to a small table with a large vase full of tulips and tried to listen to the conversation Pierce was having with someone inside the next room, she could see their shadows under the door and that just made her more nervous.
Why did he bring her here? Why all this secrecy?! And the worst of all…why did she let him.
After what felt like ages, he came out accompanied by a gallant doctor following close behind, a tall man with copper auburn hair neatly slicked back, dressed in a dark-grey english suit that fit him better than a model on a fashion parade and the all well-known white doctor's coat hovering over his shoulders, which he took off and left hanging on the perch next to a polished dark wooden desk. He seemed too young to be a doctor and something in his grey eyes made her feel uneasy but his warm gentle smile served to reassure her.
Both men stood in front of her with their eyes glued on her and after of moment of scrutiny, the young doctor spoke.
"Indeed, she's quite lovely."
Smugly replied and Molly's cheeks pinked at his blatant comment. For some unknown reason, the brunette glanced at Donald looking for support and found him staring down at her with a cheeky smile on his face.
"Indeed."
And with that weak replied, the blond strode to the nearby sofa and plopped down on the leathery cushions in a lazy manner.
Molly glared at him until the smooth voice of the doctor claimed her attention.
"Over here, Miss Jones, I'm sure Donald can be quite breathtaking for the ladies but gift me with your undivided attention for a minute," the cooper haired doctor said gallantly without a pinch of sarcasm on his even tone and a steady warm smile adorning his thin lips.
Molly pointedly scouted him. Trying to figure out if his comment was meant as an offense or some kind of joke and the young doctor took advantage of her lack of reply to introduce himself.
"My name is Joseph and I can assure you, Miss. That even when I look young I'm the best doctor you may find, and it's a real pleasure to meet you, Molly…may I call you, Molly?"
Molly distrusted the doctor intentions but it was not as if she had many options to express what she really thought, so she resigned herself to play nice, nodding slowly and was rewarded by his sweet smile.
"Perfect, you may call me Joseph, Joe-"
"Not Joey." Donald joked from his spot.
"Not Joey." He corroborated and friendly, added. "My mother used to call me that and I never got the taste for it." He leant closer and whispered, "It makes me feel like a child, like a young Doogie Howser."
Molly gleefully giggled and he sent her a friendly wink to then say a quiet "Lovely," to himself and strode back to his desk to grab some instruments from the drawers. He took out a square metal box which he wiggled first as if corroborating he had the right one. Once he seemed sure, dragged a chair and placed it in front of her to sit down, placing the instruments over his lap.
His kind approach fueled her with enough courage to finally ask. "Why am I here?"
The young doctor warmly grinned, and openly answered. "Donald here-" he motioned to Donald's lazy form on the coach which waved his hand hello at her. "-Is a little worried about your health, every Omega has a different hormonal reaction to bonding and I'm just going to check everything is fine and pretty, nothing to worry about, I'm sure everything is ok." Molly frowned and he quickly reasserted, "Nothing out of routine of course, just a quick body inspection to check the basics."
"I have a family doctor I can go to-"
"I'm sure you do and feel free to go with him, but I prefer to do one myself just to be sure everything is peachy." He finished his statement doing an okay sign with his left hand and even when he made her feel safe. It was still Donald's plan and that raised red flags inside her head.
Molly pursed her lips, thinking and the young doctor straightened his back sending a discreet glance to Donald.
"That said I'll leave you two to your business." Donald swiftly got up and with a final glance through his shoulder said, "Dac, take care of my sweet."
Making Molly deeply frowned and rolled her eyes. Joseph barely smiled nodding his head.
The blond exited the room leaving them alone, and Molly let out a sigh didn't know was holding.
"I admit he´s complicated, Molly, but you won't find more loyal partner in your whole life."
Molly weakly denied. "Did he pay you to say that?"
The copper haired doctor let out a deep chuckle before replying. "Not enough, apparently."
They shared a laugh and Molly relaxed enough to let him touch her. Joseph explained each procedure and she agreed, knowing couldn't really deny; he took her pressure, checked her glucose levels, made a brief inspection of her body with light touches around her legs and belly and finally informed her of his diagnostic.
"You are better than expected, your blood pressure is awfully high but it can be fixed easily. Have you being under stress lately?" Joseph asked, quirked brow up.
"I'm with Donald. Does that answer your question?" she spatted more bitterly than what she intended.
"It actually does, when I was in the military with him, even the easiest missions ended in a wild ride," he shared. "He has a way of complicate things; you'll never get bored that I promise you." He admitted chuckling. Stood up from the chair and went to a shelf to retrieve a syringe.
"So, you are old friends." She reiterated.
"Old buddies, indeed; He saved my ass more than once during the war." He replied.
"My father went to the war, too." She admitted and immediately wished to take it back but once she started talking about him, was unable to stop.
"Did he? Rank?" Joseph inquired, curiously.
"Medic" she sadly whispered. "In the only letter I received from him, he told me they called him "Dr. Frank"" she laughed at the memory. "Even when his name wasn't Frank."
"How so?"
"I'm not sure why, the letter was stained with blood and I never was able to fully read it."
"I'm sorry, Molly, he sounded like an outstanding man" he empathetic replied. And Molly wished to brush him off with some curt comment but her heart had a soft spot for medics.
"He was an outstanding father, too." Her eyes watered with hot tears and Joseph kneeled in front of her, kneading her head soothingly. After a minute, she calmed down and he took her arm in his hand.
"I need to inject you with this solution." He lightly wiggled a syringe full of pink liquid resting in his hand. "It's a vitamin that will stay in your body for a while balancing your levels and helping your immune system to reboot." Molly just nodded, fully trusting him. If he was a medic like her father what wrong could he do?
"Do not be alarmed when a black dot appears on your right wrist, it's only for other doctors to know that you were injected and that the substance is still inside your body, it will probably last years, so you will not need another shot in a while." She thanked him and he lightly bowed his head in reply.
Not sure why, Molly felt emotionally and physically exhausted. For so long, she hadn't mention her father, had forgotten the tremendous pain it still inflicted in her to speak of him. It was like an open wound which refused to heal.
"I don't feel too well," she meekly said.
"It's the medicine; it weakens you before lifting your defenses." he raced to explain. "Sorry, I should have warned you." Sincerely apologized.
Something inside her was pulling her; a strong feeling of need started fogging her mind. She yearned for comfort and…purring –that wicked drug which emanated from her master's chest. She felt desperate for it, almost insanely mad for not having him around. And, her lucid brain quickly blinded by hormonal desire.
"Where's Donald?" she hated herself for asking, but the need scratching inside her was becoming unbearable.
"I'll go find him-"
"'M here" Donald entered the room instantly as if he sensed her discomfort.
Without moment hesitation, Molly instinctively threw herself at him and he wrapped her in his strong arms. Molly buried her head against his chest and breathed in the delicious aroma that emanated from him, manly and his. Donald exchanged words with Joseph for a couple of minutes but she could only hear a buzz in her ears and rejoice in the heat his body provided. Sooner than later, the brunette realized she didn't care anymore what was been said, the only thing she cared was that he was there and he was hers.
Her restrictions and complains about his mean ways, faded away and wondered why was she so mad at him; he was perfect, and they were a couple, she shouldn't have doubted him for a minute. He meant good and they were together, it was all that mattered and will always matter.
Should she apologize to him for being so difficult when he only wanted to take care of her? Molly worried.
Her body started to warm up and her innocent hands found their way through the folds of his dark shirt effectively reaching the so needed skin to skin contact she craved. Her eager hands caressed his back making him glanced down, to find a cuddled Molly glued to his torso.
"Well Joseph, that's my cue to go." He cheekily replied and Joseph wickedly smiled –a smile so different from the ones he shared with Molly.
"I never miss the target, Pierce." Joseph bragged passing a hand though his hair, combing it.
"You never had." Pierce bore out, and asked. "What can I expect from this?"
"As long as the drug flows through her system, it will be easier for you to make her complacent. She will look for you and that will soften her mind and accustom her to having you around...eventually, you will synchronize without the need of time, plus, I adhered some other useful stuff." Joseph took a seat on the couch and dared a glance to his desk, focusing on the photo on top.
"How is the rest of the troop?" he asked, looking at the last photo of his military years before the war took his friends.
"As good as can be expected, man; I almost dare to say they look handsome." Pierce smirked down at him and Joseph wholeheartedly laughed at his usual way of cheering up things. When his laugh died couldn't help but asked.
"I keep wondering, ¿why her?...no offense Pierce. She's utterly lovely, the prettiest thing I've seen in a long time that's for sure, but she's quite young and even when young can be SO good…" he glanced up to catch his eye while reaching to grab a rogue piece of her brown hair between his fingers. "It can be quite difficult too, most of all, if it was spontaneous-"
"You don't approve me bonding her 'out of consent'?" Donald gleefully inquired, burying his metal hand in her brown locks and making her hummed in delight; purposely making a sarcastic emphasis on the consent part.
"How out of consent are we talking about?" the cooper boy pried.
"She came to me in the middle of a heat cycle. I claimed, end of story." He explained as if it was pure logic.
"Have you met her before?" Joseph released the strand of hair from his grasp and put his hands inside his pockets.
"I knew she existed."
"So, no." He chuckled. "Who am I to judge, Pierce? Probably, I would have done the exact same thing, in the same circumstances…this Alpha thing is a nasty shit," he let out a long sigh while crossing his leg. "So few omegas left and most of them hiding from us, like if we were the enemy." He shook his head, disapprovingly. "…how can I really blame you? Nature has a weird way of display fate…" Joseph finished in a melancholic note and took out of his pocket a small engraved clock, his most precious belonging. He flashed it to Donald, who gave him a sober nod.
"There's not a single day i-"
"I know."
Donald cut him off, acknowledging his crescent discomfort. The sharp leader always knew how to identify when his troops were in pain…deep conflicted pain, which scarred them worst that any missing limb could.
"We'll fix that, you got my word on that one, Joe. I'll fix that." He sternly affirmed.
"I know. No need to remind me…Captain." The cooper haired boy gracefully stood up making a military salute to then go back to his desk.
"You know where to find me if you need anything else-" Joseph statement was interrupted by Molly's muffled babbling against Donald's chest and waving goodbye with two fingers up, Donald exited the office with the girl hugging his torso like an octopus on his prey.
They reached the car and Donald had a hard time making her stay on her side of the car, to let him drive. She was desperate to be near him, Molly reached for his hand and he couldn't suppress a grin from forming on his lips at the memory of him trying the same hours ago and she backing away. Joseph was a real miracle worker.
Meanwhile, Molly felt as if she was on fire and trying to ease her discomfort, opened the window to cock her head out to let the fresh air cool her down. Something about that medicine was making her mad with need, ¿did the bastard inject her some heat drug?!..No…he couldn't be so low. No. she refused to think ill of him. He was a good man, her man.
Hers.
Molly stopped caring about the why and even about their safety. When in a swift motion, undid her seatbelt and crawled over his lap to attack his neck and pepper it with sloppy wet kisses. Donald struggled to keep a straight line and even had to dodge a car that crossed in his way when Molly's ass hit the steering wheel bending it to the left and out of his control. He cursed and letting out an amused laugh finally took back the control of the car.
The raging Omega couldn't care less about the road, she was too busy sucking and marking to even think about her almost imminent death. Thankfully, he was a skilled person and more than once had dodged worse things than cars in several matters of speaking.
Molly's middle section felt like if burning butterflies were flying inside her belly, and even when it would be the easiest to take her right there, Pierce wanted more than just breed…wanted the truth. A truth she masked from him.
"Molly…darlin', how bad do ya need me?"
Molly strived to stop her trail of hickeys and managed to lean back to look him in the eye, her gaze reflected so much need, it wasn't necessary to see her dilated pupils and heaving chest to know she was ready.
"Is that so, heh…then baby, humor me and I'll make things better, you just need to tell me…" he lean and gently kissed her forehead. It felt like cold water splashing against burnt skin and without wasting another second, Molly looked for his lips to taste another drop of him. Donald dodged her craving mouth to tilt his chin down and caught her lower lip between his teeth for a moment too brief to then release. The frustrated Omega whined utterly annoyed, craving for more so much more, but each time he relinquished away from her. Staring straight into her big drugged induced hazel eyes, bluntly asked.
"Who were you with last night?"