What Isn't Said

She had no idea where she was going but she was going somewhere, anywhere away from all of them. From those memories and whatever the lab coats had done to her. The mantra was still fresh in her mind but she refused to listen to it. She was afraid she might go into 'kill' mode if she tried to understand why it was there, why she was sent to kill the colonel. That was the problem, Nÿx didn't want to understand it, not now, maybe not ever and that was the other problem; hadn't she been asking to know about her past?

The voices caught her attention and Nÿx gratefully headed in that direction. It wasn't far to the room where she heard Max and Logan arguing.

'Again?' Why are those two always arguing?' Nÿx shook her head with a little sigh before entering.

"You two ever do anything besides argue?" Nÿx asked. Both Max and Logan turned to the door as Nÿx looked for a place to sit. She chose the lumpy chair closer to Max and plopped down into it. Neither had answered her question and she started to wonder why they had been arguing in the first place.

"So?" she glanced from Logan to Max hoping the ordinary would spill first. When he didn't Nÿx turned to Max looking her over. She kinda liked the top Max wore, a deep purple long sleeved sweater with buttons on the shoulders, one side was currently undone. Nÿx leaned forward to get a good look at the marks on her skin. She frowned shaking her head.

"You'd think the barcode was enough why'd you go get Minoan symbols?"

"I didn-." Max zcowled as realization of Nÿx' words dawned. "You know what these are?" Max sat up and suddenly the atmosphere in the room changed. Nÿx glanced from her to Logan feeling a bit apprehensive and it clearly showed in her voice.

"N-no-o…guess so?" she shrugged trying to make herself as little as possible.

"You can read the glyphs?" Logan asked. Nÿx saw him take off his glasses to wipe them and that more than anything elicited a groan from the Transgenic.

"Nooo…man." Nÿx closed her eyes laying her arms over her face as she slumped into the lumpy chair wondering why she always ended up getting herself into one mess after another. Couldn't she just keep her mouth shut?

"What do you know?" Max asked taking one of Nÿx arms and uncovering her face.

"Apparently a whole lot of stuff-."

"Can you read the glyphs, yes or no?" Logan interrupted and he wasn't very polite. Nÿx turned her frown on him sitting up.

"You'd think you'd be nicer considering…" Nÿx trailed off at their looks. "Fine." She stood, motioning Max to stand as well and once she did Nÿx pulled the sweater off her shoulder.

"Hey!" Max grouched as the rest of the buttons came undone.

"Sorry." Nÿx apologized. "Could you maybe…" she motioned and Max turned around letting her pull the sweater down to reveal the glyphs on her shoulder and back. Nÿx muttered to herself as she read moving around Max. Logan sat impatiently watching Nÿx pull on Max or lift the sweater, at one point he had a clear view of Max's back. He stood up abruptly.

"What's it say?"

"Not much." Nÿx muttered lightly running her finger along the last glyphs on Max's lower back.

"You said you knew what-."

"Oh! There you are." CJ traipsed in oblivious to the currents in the room. He smiled at Max and Nÿx turning a serious face to Logan and nodding. Nÿx glanced around the room waiting for an explanation on the weirdo. She waved her hands in his general direction and Max introduced CJ.

"He's…" Max wasn't sure how to phrase CJ's mental capacity so as not to hurt his feelings.

"I'm CJ. I helped Max." he nodded grinning then he exclaimed over the glyphs. "Oh good! You still have them."

"Yeah, great." Max patted his arm turning to the others.

"You read Ancient Minoan?" Nÿx asked.

"Me?" CJ glanced at Nÿx tilting his head thoughtfully.

"Yeah. You." Nÿx frowned turning a questioning look on Max but the X-5 shrugged.

"What did it say?" Logan asked again.

"Jeez, you're one uptight…" Nÿx let out a breath. "The glyphs mention a key, something about plagues and the vessel. How its purpose makes it necessary- gibberish! That's all this is. You know it sounds a lot like the end of the world or what's it called? That thing in your book? The horsemen and the coming-."

"The Coming?" CJ interrupted. Nÿx frowned unsure why she kept getting this weird familiar vibe from the nut job in the straight jacket.

"The Bible?" Logan sounded incredulous. "The seven horsemen who bring about the apocalypse? The end of the world raining destruction among the unbelievers until the return of God?"

"Hey it's your book." Nÿx shrugged still eyeing CJ and trying towork out why he felt like she knew him. It was making CJ nervous and he fidgeted. Logan turned to Max obviously thinking Nÿx had no idea what she was talking about and that got her attention.

"Well, it's not complete, duh!" Nÿx threw her hands up and paced while trying to patiently explain that the glyphs made no sense because they were out of sequence and pieces were missing. Somehow they had ended up with the middle pieces of a huge puzzle.

"Father put those there. He wanted to save us. Bec- because of the Coming." CJ said quietly.

"Alright CJ. What is the Coming?" Nÿx asked out of patience because there was a lot they weren't telling her and now she was really feeling like an outsider. "Why is it such a bad thing?"

"Be- because everyone will d-die." CJ stuttered cringing away from her.

"We know that part but what is it?"

"I don't know." He turned to Max looking like a lost puppy with that mess of curly hair all tangled. "Father didn't tell me."

"Ok, alright." Nÿx turned around wiping at her face before looking at them again. "I get you don't trust me, hell you don't like me and that's fine. I- whatever, just tell me what's going on. Bring me up to speed so I know what I'm supposed to be doing here."

This time it was Max who looked to Logan but he didn't notice. Instead 'EyesOnly' sighed leaning on the edge of the table as he told Nÿx everything from the moment Max blew up Manticore and helped the other Transgenic's and Transhuman's find refuge, their run ins with White and the Conclave.

"He's my brother." CJ added then frowned muttering to himself as Logan continued with the events leading to their current situation; all Transgenic's and Transhuman's behind the fence in Terminal City.

"So..." Nÿx said nodding. Her gaze jumped from Max to CJ and back. "You're brother huh?" amusement laced her voice and shone in the greenish-brown eyes.

Max rolled her eyes and Nÿx grinned unable to help herself as she teased Max. It was slightly funny, if you left out the parts where big brother was part of some secret organization wanting to kill them all.

"Hey, it could've been worse…oh, wait; White's you're big brother." Nÿx grinned glancing at a smiling CJ and Logan. Both men found themselves smothering laughter and CJ was doing a bad job.

"You're not funny." Max retorted dryly.

"Hey, four eyes thinks so and little brother." Nÿx nodded to each one in turn but at Max's death glare Logan quickly wiped the smile from his face coughing to cover his laughter.

"Just show her the pictures." Max ordered.

"Oh! Right." Logan quickly jumped to his feet patting his pockets in search of something.

"Pictures?" Nÿx asked curiously then took a step back grimacing. "Are these the embarrassing kind? Because I don-."

"Of the symbols, Nÿx." Max blushed slightly thinking about Logan touching her bare skin when she'd shown him the glyphs.

"The first one's appeared on her skin last year just before the raid at JamPony." Logan took the thin packet out of his pocket and spread the pictures out on the table. All four gathered around with Nÿx and Logan in the middle sorting through the photographs.

"This is going to take a while." Nÿx sighed leaning her elbows on the table. "They aren't in order and you better get some pictures of those too cuz there's more coming." Nÿx threw over her shoulder.

"How do you know?" Max asked from her left. Nÿx froze, her mind going over the words but she was sure. Nÿx turned with a shrug, hiding her alarm.

"Uh, I don't?" Nÿx asked because she really wasn't sure how she knew that but the glyphs were definitely going to change.

"We might as well…" Logan trailed off staring at Max over Nÿx's head.

-X-

They didn't completely trust him, his kids… His. Only they weren't his were they? They were just soldiers commissioned by the U.S. Government. They were less than human, expendable, worse than a plague or virus. That's what the fools on TV were saying. They blamed everything on his kids.

'It's not their fault. We made them this way.' Which made it their fault and more than anyone else it was his fault.

He turned the corner slowing down as he reached the room where Nÿx was trying to decipher the glyphs. After the attack he was sure Nÿx was one of the black ops projects, he just didn't know which one. He'd thought his kids were part of that program and to a certain extent he guessed they had been but Nÿx… if what Krit had said was true then she was special ops, designed for something completely different.

He watched her work from the doorway, standing quietly as he leisurely looked her over. Nÿx wasn't too different from his kids, probably a few years younger. Alec, Max and Krit were in their early twenties and this little one looked to be part of the younger ones in the pack. He smiled noticing the soft waves in her inky locks, longer than Max's straight mane. He'd thought they had a resemblance to each other at first. When he'd walked in and seen her with Krit he'd assumed it was Max, they were about the same build… and he'd been wrong.

Nÿx looked nothing like Max, their coloring was different. Max had olive skin tones where Nÿx was more a creamy gold; she was a little shorter giving her a pixie-ish cuteness. Their facial features were completely different, something he noticed right away. Max had brown eyes just like his wife and Nÿx… her dark eyes were flecked with green framed by long lashes and slightly cat shaped and that had been the biggest shock. It was Em looking back at him, his dead wife…

'It's not her. Not my Emily but at least part of her lives on in this girl.' Lydecker sighed feeling the weight of his years.

Nÿx felt the familiar itch on her neck, which meant someone was watching her. Glancing out of the corner of her eye she saw the colonel standing in the door having a good look at one of Manticore's experiments. Was he surprised she was alive? Did he care?

"Wrong test tube. She's not here." Nÿx ground out flipping another picture aside. He stiffened slightly then stepped into the room. He managed to hear the supressed growl.

"I was looking for you." He said quietly. The sound of his voice grated on her.

"How'd I get so lucky?" Nÿx quipped in a voice heavy with sarcasm. She turned to face the colonel loosing patience quickly and more than a little worried the mantra would kick in again and then- then…

"You don't like me." Lydecker stated in his matter of fact voice.

"You're observant so why are you still here?" Nÿx asked getting to her feet and crossing her arms. Worry made her tense because even with the table between them there wasn't anything to stop her from completing the mission.

'Except for me.'

"Because I'm curious about you, why you are, where you were, who made you? What you know." He paced slowly around the table until he stood on the other side his hands clasped behind his back in typical military 'at ease' position. Nÿx hated feeling nervous and this man made her feel extremely apprehensive. He was stupidly putting himself in her direct path.

"Nothing, that's what so…" Nÿx hooked a finger over her shoulder. "Don't let the door hit you on the way out."

Lydecker made no move to leave. His eyes narrowed, assessing. "I've seen you with my kids." He said unaware of her clenched fists. "You move like them, the X-5's. You work well-."

"I'm not an X-5, not one of your kids so don't go all proud because I'm not one of your fucking test tube babies! Now get the hell out!" Nÿx ordered clutching at the edge of the table managing to keep her voice from rising the way it had before.

"You have a purpose Nÿx." Lydecker told her. He moved slowly toward the door and there he turned back. "I just want to know what it is." He smiled gently almost fatherly and Nÿx clenched her jaw feeling angry.

Lydecker patted the door frame wishing he knew more about the girl, what her target had been but all he had was an idea of where to start looking for those answers.

-X-

They were all making plans to spy on the Conclave and he wanted no part of that group, not today at least. He couldn't get her words out of his head and that's what had him in such a bad mood. He'd hardly slept all night not that there was much of it to sleep through. So he'd gone for a walk, he hadn't really intended to look for her even though he knew she was still in Terminal City. Why would she want to leave when Krit was here?

Why was he even looking for her? Always stopping to see if he caught her scent…He wasn't sure himself but he certainly found her, actually she bumped into him but if you asked her she'd say it was the other way around.

"Watch it." Nÿx grouched as she glanced up. She jerked in surprise seeing who it was that held her.

"Nice to see you too." Alec retorted letting go of her arms. They stood looking at each other, for a moment completely at a loss as to what to say. Nÿx blushed as her mind brought up vivid images of their time together. She glanced down quickly, afraid he might see her thoughts and tried to think of something to say.

Alec frowned seeing her avoid his eyes. Why didn't she want to look at him? Was he that horrible to her she couldn't -. He'd never felt so- so- women fell all over him! All the time! He had more women than any man had a right to and yet, why didn't Nÿx?

"I'm… I-." Nÿx hedged wanting to leave but refusing to be the first to run away. She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders and looked up. "I was taking a walk." He really had the most gorgeous eyes she'd seen. Just the right shade of green…

"Me too." Alec couldn't help noticing the long lashes framing the cat shaped eyes. He would have liked to touch her hair the way he had before, she'd practically purred…

"I should-." Nÿx abruptly shoved her thoughts aside motioning down the hall where she had been trying to piece the puzzle.

"Yeah, I-." Alec nodded also pointing the way he'd come. Both Transgenic's smiled quickly, gave each other a little wave then moved off going past each other.

"Bye." They said in unison. Alec had gone down the hall where Nÿx had pointed and she had gone the way Alec had come. Both realized they had gone in the wrong direction and both refused to backtrack. Instead they kept going, each taking their walk and thinking, wondering what had just happened.

Nÿx was still wondering why she turned into such a nervous wreck around Alec when she clearly heard Krit's voice. It wasn't a big deal. So what if they'd been locked in together while she was in heat. Nobody but them knew that. Everyone else thought she'd been on something anyway so why tell them the truth? Why embarrass herself? Besides, it was none of their business.

"They didn't have guards posted when I escaped but that may have changed now." Lydecker was there and hearing his voice Nÿx hesitated by the door to the command room.

"It would be safe to assume they did post guards since CJ also disappeared that night." Krit said glancing around the table. The others nodded agreement and once more they concentrated on the blue prints. There were different areas marked off according to Lydecker's knowledge of the place.

"Krit will go through here-." Max said and that more than anything brought Nÿx into the room. Max was sending Krit in to spy on the Conclave?

'Over my dead body she is!'

"What the hell's wrong with you?" Nÿx asked stalking towards the now raised faces.

"Nÿx-." Krit stepped away from the table, a half smile on his face.

"You can't seriously think of going there." She stated glaring at Krit. Was he stupid? Did they brainwash him or something? "Why would you risk going into the lions den, Krit?"

"Excuse me," Max straightened, her face set in a scowl. "Nobody's asking you to go."

"Why don't you shut up for once? Better yet, go work on your emotional baggage and get the 'virus bitch' cured so four eyes over there can stop mooning and you two can finally move on." Nÿx retorted with heat. More than annoyance, she was worried for Krit. Being in Seattle and around Max made him behave differently. He wasn't as cautious as he was in LA; he took risks and apparently volunteered for suicide missions. They weren't even soldiers anymore!

"Nÿx." Krit's voice was harsh and it yanked her focus back to him. "The Conclave and White are trying to kill us-."

"Them. Trying to kill them." Nÿx intervened. "He doesn't even know about you!"

"Hey!" Max stomped around the table towards them, angry. Krit frowned shaking his head and turned back to the others.

"I'm one of them." He said softly.

"Why do you have to be so pig headed?" Nÿx cried pulling him away from the table. She felt Max yank her shoulder and turned. Nÿx shoved Max away with force sending the Transgenic into the table. Max hit the edge and kicked Nÿx. She doubled over stepping back then Krit had her around the waist. Nÿx tried to shove out of his hold glaring at Max as Logan tried to hold her as well.

"Stop it! Both of you!" Lydecker roared stepping between both pairs. "I don't know what's wrong with either of you but this is going to end now."

"End?" Nÿx repeated incredulous. She looked up at Krit. "You think it's going to end? You're fighting for something they began! You're fighting a millions year old breeding cult who've been working, strategizing and planning ways of exterminating all Transgenic's, Transhuman's and DAC's. but it's always been abot the ordinaries."

Krit loosed his hold on her letting his arms drop away from her waist as he stepped away from Nÿx. He was in Seattle ready to help Max and the others win this war. He wanted Nÿx with them, wanted her at his side but he wasn't going to force her into the war. Krit was going to let her go her own way. He was tired of keeping quiet, tired of her saying she wasn't one of them, of denying she belonged that this fight was as much hers as it was theirs. Krit wasn't going to say any of that, not in front of the others but eventually he would find the time and place to have a long conversation with Nÿx about everything.

"It's going to end, Nÿx."

She saw him stand with the others looking very heroic in his dark clothing, the set of his jaw and the glimmer in his eyes said just how much Krit believed the war really would end and the fact that he was going to see it through almost sucked the breath from her body.

"I have a bad feeling about this, Krit." She said softly hoping he would change his mind. She had nobody else but him, Syl and Zane. If anything happened…

Krit crossed his arms saying nothing. Nÿx could have strangled him! He was such a stubborn…

"Dammit!" she exclaimed glaring at him. "Then I'm going with you."

-X-