How Hills Had Heaven, a Kyle's Briefs and Boxers ficlet

Disclaimer: I do not own Kyle XY

Author's Note: This is way AU, timed near the beginning of season 3. What if Kyle had had to save Hillary instead of Amanda? This is an alternate season 3 beginning.

Please Note: I am a Kylanda fan -- and even of Kessi to a lesser degree -- and yet here's a mostly Killary ficlet. I hope you enjoy!

Amanda was nowhere to be found. Jessi and I were enormously surprised to see Hillary strapped into a machine. When I returned home, Amanda was safe and sound. She had been picked up by Charlie when I left her at the Prom and now they were dating again.

Kyle growled loudly, attracting Jessi's attention. "Kyle, take it easy. It was her choice all along." She chuckled, "You know what they say about blondes..."

Kyle furrowed his brow. "No, I don't."

Jessi smiled condescendingly and put her hand to his shoulder. "Ignore it then." She stared into his eyes and came a little closer.

Kyle knew what she wanted but he couldn't be bothered at the moment. He was angry at Amanda's choice to go back out with Charlie of all people! He turned around just as Jessi came up for a kiss, her lips landing on his cheek. Feeling empty and pitiless, Kyle walked to his bedroom, leaving Jessi standing there, hurt and angry too.

Besides, Kyle wanted to check on Hillary to make sure she was perfectly fine. When they'd found her she had been on some strong sedatives and her hair had been buzzed short. Her heartbeat was steady and strong, if still a bit slow. Dismayed at having to wait even longer, he put his hand on her arm and concentrated. With some effort he isolated the sedative and started seeping it through her skin. It smelled bad doing it this way and she would quickly become hydrated, but he needed to know if she remembered anything about her capture by Latnok. He couldn't understand why they'd pick her to try to harm him. Hillary was simply too forward a person for him, and much too shallow, too materialistic.

When nearly 88% of the sedative was out of her body, Hillary's eyes fluttered open. She groaned and blinked a few times before asking, incredulously, "Kyle?"

She was in his tub, somewhere she'd never even seen much less slept in, despite being Lori's best friend. She grabbed the sides of the tub and said, more loudly, "Why am I in a bath tub? Where am I?"

"It's okay Hillary, you're safe now. You're at our house, in my room." He gave her a soft squeeze.

She looked around. "Why am I in your tub? Why not your bed?" She looked around again. "You don't have a bed?"

"I really like ceramic okay?" Kyle said much more forcefully than he had intended. It bothered him that no one could understand why he'd even like to sleep in a nice crowded tub when one could sleep on something as fluffy and open as a bed. He shivered at the thought. "What's the last thing you remember?"

She sat upright in the tub and took his proffered hand to rise to her feet. She swayed there and he held her close. A sly smile spread on her lips. "You've never held me like that before."

Before Kyle could even ask the question again her lips were on his, and her tongue demanded entry into his mouth. He couldn't resist her advances and before he knew it she had his shirt open and his pants unzipped while she was partially clothed herself.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I felt Jessi leave the house in anger, quite likely from Hillary's advances. If she had remained I could certainly have used her help. Without her, it would soon be clear I was defenceless.

Kyle could feel her desire, her lust, and could swear he could even smell her pheromones as she draped her languid legs around my hips. What she was doing made his body respond in ways he'd never envisioned. He could scarcely think. In his mind's eye all he saw was Hillary.

She continued her onslaught until he was in a terrible lather from desire of his own. He mimicked her every action, followed her every move to absolutely mind blowing results.
When he felt it could get no better, he felt a crest and a mounting surge of physical delirium all over his abdomen and concentrated somewhat lower.

She continued to kiss him until she began biting his lower lip, held his head in her hands, and stared hard into his eyes. The sensations stopped for the merest moment when what he saw in her eyes did not match what she was doing to him. Hillary looked sorry.

He tried to say, "It's okay, continue," but with his lower lip in between her teeth, fairly tenderly, what he said didn't come out correctly. He closed his eyes and held her closer, trying to regain the feeling that suddenly ebbed when it had been so close to cresting completely, he was sure.

The next few moments were a blur. Suddenly she took a big chunk of his lower lip in her mouth and bit down with all her strength, and slammed her palms against his ears. The shock from the blow to his ears specifically impacted him much more than the bite to his lower lip, despite the gout of blood pouring down his front.

She reached down and attempted to grab him but kept her hand at bay with frantic motions. He instinctively believed she wanted to harm him, disable him perhaps.

He was right of course.

When she brought her knee forcefully between his legs he only barely managed to protect himself in time. He willed the blood in her body to flow down, away from her brain even as she fought and kicked and scratched. She collapsed in a heap just outside the tub.

His ears rang even as he tried to extend his hearing. Her blow had been too hard and had indeed hurt his hearing. As the glass to his window was smashed with the butt of an automatic machine gun, numerous darts flew toward him. He evaded six of them but was struck by three in short order. Even as he collapsed he saw Charlie emerge with a shorter tanned man, beautiful in his own way, with a dark, piercing gaze.

Kyle overheard the new man, who spoke in a smooth English accent, "It's time to bring this experiment to fruition. We'll reprogram him and transplant him in a small enclosed shelter. He'll believe the world has fallen to global nuclear war and his only way to live will be to connect to the computer in his shelter." He laughed. "Then we'll have our biological computer we've always wanted." He laughed much louder, maniacally even.

Charlie laughed too, his cheeks ruddy and red. He clapped the man on the back, a broad smile on his lips and an evil look in his eye.

As the edges of his vision started to darken, the last exchange was barely audible, and yet he still understood its meaning.

"Did you like your present Charlie? Is Amanda to your liking now?"

"Oh yeah," Charlie said with a leer.

***

I sometimes wondered why I even bothered to survive when everyone I knew was long dead. In the large bomb shelter I was in, alone, I had sufficient supplies, vitamins and the like to live for years, even perhaps a decade or more.

For the 1,346th time Kyle resisted the urge to communicate with the shelter's computer. It called to him, at times in Amanda's voice, sometimes in Jessi's, and even sometimes in Nicole's or Stephen's or Josh's voice. And yet, despite the familiarity, its near constant request to communicate with him, he felt he had to ignore it.

There was no reason for it other than it didn't feel right. There was some reason he felt compelled to ignore the computer but he couldn't remember why. Perhaps due to paranoia or downright distrust, he believed the computer was evil.

And so he spent days, weeks, and finally months, eating, drinking, and sleeping. He had no view of the outside world so he couldn't be sure if it was yet in the process of recovering or was deep in the grips of a nuclear winter. He strongly suspected it was, and quite probably would be going into an ice age as a result.

After a time he no longer even heard the computer. It blinked in various colours and almost certainly continued to speak to him, but he found a way to ignore all sounds and signals emanating from it.

Just after a year and a half had passed, he started getting weaker. His muscles lost their tone, their shape, and he became somewhat flabby. He was definitely not fat, just weak. It felt like his mind was only partially his own, as he felt that a part of himself wasn't there.

For the first time in almost a year, the computer suddenly roared to life, making loud noises that could not be simply ignored, and blinking in hypnotic sequences of colours. Perhaps because it had been such a long time or maybe because the computer could be his only companion, he approached it but kept well away from touching it.

"You have my attention Computer," he said, naming it like a person, "I don't need you."

"Kyle," Computer shouted in a poor semblance of Amanda's voice. "You're still alive! We thought we'd lost you years ago!"

He shook his head and took a step back. "I've been in here just little over twenty months now; what you say is impossible!"

The computer blinked and seemed to spark as puffs of white noise emanated from it. Suddenly, a poor imitation of Jessi's voice came over its speakers, "Kyle, you are in a computer designed by Cassidy—"

Kyle, having been alone for so long, had chosen to forget about social graces and interrupted Computer, even if it did somewhat sound like Jessi. "I don't know a Cassidy."

"It's not important!" yelled Computer in Declan's voice. "Listen to Jessi, Kyle!"

Jessi's voice returned. "Cassidy was a high ranking person in Latnok. They captured you with Hillary's help. Please," Computer implored, as much as a computer could, "touch the terminal. If you do, we'll be able to find you."

Kyle smiled a bitter smile. "Why can't you find me now?"

Amanda's voice came over the speakers, "Do you trust me Kyle? Unless you touch the terminal, we'll never find you."

Jessi's voice sounded on the verge of tears. "We've tried."

Kyle kicked at the bare cement floor and pinched his arm hard. The sensation in his arm certainly felt like pain and he was utterly bored of this lonely existence. "I'd trust you if you were Amanda, Computer. You can't fool me. Everyone is dead!"

Josh's voice, sounding a fair bit older and wiser, came from Computer. "Dude, how can we prove to you that you're the one in need of saving? You're the one trapped in some warped prison! We haven't died!"

Lori's voice was equally old but clearly similar. "We love you Kyle!"

Stephen's voice, oddly quavering, added his own plea, "Kyle, please, listen to your family, to your father."

Kyle felt tears burning at the corners of his eyes. "I witnessed the first bombs detonating all over the horizon; I knew the concussive blast would reach the shelter before you all did." Softly, he added, "When I closed the door I killed you." He could still see their desperate faces, pleading with him to keep it open those few seconds longer.

The voice who had stayed silent for much of his imprisonment, now made itself heard. He longed to hear her voice, his mother's. It quavered, as though it was old, weary. "You believe us to be vengeful spirits then Kyle? I thought you were more analytical than that." The warmth he had expected was nowhere in this voice; it attacked, pricked, poked, stung. It downright attempted to cut him. "Do you have anything to lose by touching the terminal?"

"My freedom."

There was a long pause. "I thought I had lost you years ago Kyle, until Jessi and Foss came back with your body. You're very much alive, but your consciousness is not in your brain. It's been deflected somehow; you're not in a bomb shelter. The year is 2032 and I'm 73 years old and want my oldest son to return to me before I die." Another, longer pause. "I don't want to change a bed pan anymore. I want to hug my frail son. Please, touch it Kyle, at the cost of your freedom. What makes more sense? This supposed existence you're living, where everyone you know and love has died, or would your capture by Latnok and imprisonment be more their style?"

"I don't remember getting captured by anyone," Kyle said softly. His teeth clenched shut involuntarily and his fists balled tightly at his sides.

A new voice sounded on Computer's speakers, a voice he didn't immediately recognize. "The day you were captured you and Jessi had just saved me from Latnok. Do you remember this?"

The voice's name seemed to be on the tip of his tongue, but whether his tongue wanted him to utter her name was an altogether different story. He stayed mute and only shook his head. Tears started pouring down his face.

After twenty-one seconds passed, the new voice continued, "Jessi found a computer chip in the back of my head and in Amanda's head too. She and Foss used us to find Latnok's base and find your body."

Jessi's voice interrupted Hillary's voice. "Michael Cassidy set the compound to self destruct when he saw us coming for you. He and everyone who knew how to find you died in the explosion. We only barely managed to get you out in time."

Amanda's voice returned. "Jessi and everyone have tried everything they could think of to get you back. Without your effort, your meeting them halfway, they will fail. We need you Kyle."

Kyle's nose was stuffy from the tears. He knew the biological processes responsible for the stuffiness but did nothing about it. He took a step closer to the computer, closer than he'd ever walked during his entire time there. If what Nicole had said, his twenty months of solitude had actually been twenty years' time.

It was baffling, but somehow did not surprise. When revisiting his holographic memory for five minutes it had commonly only taken three and a half seconds of real time. But shouldn't the computer be speaking unbearably fast if that was the case?

He took a step closer and reached out his hand. As a spark crossed between the terminal and his hand he vividly remembered what Hillary had done to him. She might have been controlled by Latnok at the time but…

***

When his eyes opened the light was unbearably bright and his mouth was dry as dust. The shapes he knew to be people – the people he loved – resolved themselves into much older, much more worn than they had a right to be.

He saw Jessi, Amanda, Josh, Lori, Stephen , Nicole, Declan, and finally Hillary. It took only a glance to notice the wedding band on each of them. To Nicole, he opened his arms – they weighed a ton each but he willed them to stay up – and she walked into them, a bright dentured smile from ear to ear. It took another glance to see tears in everyone's eyes, even Hillary's.

The wires in his arms, in his throat, and elsewhere didn't at all bother him.

"Welcome back, Kyle," she said.

"Thanks for never giving up, and for challenging me. You're the only reason I touched it you know."

I knew it would take quite some time to fully recover from my coma-like ordeal, but with Jessi, with my friends and my family – despite all the new additions to that extended family – I knew this life would be infinitely better than the one I left behind.

Now, if only I could find it in me to punch Hillary for betraying me like that. I know it wasn't her fault, that she was controlled, but no one should be forced to live such a life as I had lived.

Kyle accepted hugs from each and every one. When it was Hillary's turn Kyle closed his right hand into a fist, to pummel her – not that he could have actually even come close to hurting her in his weakened state – and noticed the ring was on her right hand, not her left.

"You're unmarried?" he said.

She looked deeply into his eyes. "These two couldn't keep themselves available when their biological clocks started ticking—"

Both Amanda and Jessi gasped angrily at her description of events. It made him smile sadly as now he couldn't pick one of them as he had always intended.

Hillary continued, nonplussed, "But mine never started ticking so I've waited at your side ever since." Nicole nodded.

He accepted her hug, keeping the punching in his private thoughts. His heart swelled at the love he felt in her. No longer was this the flightly Hillary of high school. She had fallen for him harder than either Amanda or Jessi.

"I love you Kyle," she said with a big squeeze.

He was speechless but happy.

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