Story: 21ste century meets the 22ste

Author: Wizard92

Chapter 19: You're poisons running threw my veins

(Lucas POV)

What am I going to do? Why did I kiss her? So stupid, this is going to get in my way. She's a distraction and a really bad one. I only seem to get into trouble when she's around. Dam it Lucas, why didn't you hold back? You know this would get in your way. I don't need someone to keep me from focusing on my mission.

And she's doing one hell of a job in distracting me.

She had fallen asleep a few minutes ago and the rain had stopped. The Slashers had given up and were moving on. Let's hope they are far away tomorrow. I still have two days until we'll reach the portal. That means I have to watch out for two more days and then it's all over. I'll be back in 2149, she'll be with my father and probably figure out the real reason behind the assault that's being planned on my father. I don't expect her to understand it. How could she, no one understands it. No one understands the pan of betray better than I do. I was abandoned when I needed my father the most.

My mother's face came into my vision. Her beautiful smile and her gentle touch. She was always nice, never raised her voice, always stood behind me. My father was okay back then. We used to throw a ball back and forth for hours, but that stopped after the rebels took the city. My mother stopped smiling at that time. She knew what was going to happen. She must have felt it. She wanted my father to take me. When we stood their lined up she pushed me towards dad, she wanted to save me, but I'm not so sure she actually did that.

My life became hell after that. Always alone, my father was never home. Either he was away with his unite or he was making sure he was always busy. I quickly caught on on that fact. He didn't want to be home anymore, he didn't want to see me anymore. He blamed me for her death, for her suffering. He wanted to chose her and let me die. And because she made the choice for him he hated me ever since. He would leave me in the care of my grandparents and when I was sixteen I was shipped off to a boarding school. His excuse was that it was for the gifted, sure it was an institution with the smartest kids you could find, but I knew his real excuse. He wanted to make sure that when he would come home I wouldn't be there. It would be easier to avoid me that way and coming up with excuses for when he wouldn't be home would be easier to.

He thought I didn't got what was going on, but I did.

And I hated him for that. For leaving me on my own, for not being there for me. I gave him a chance, multiple even, but he always blew those up. So when I turned eighteen I left and I promised to myself that I would destroy him. No matter what would happen, I would destroy him! He'll pay for what he made me go through, on my own.

My anger for my father had found a way to the surface and I had started to tighten my grip on the sleeping girl in my arms. She moaned slightly as a sign for me to loosen my grip on her. How am I going to solve this problem? For one, I'm not good with people, let alone woman, let alone one that's six years younger than me. Second, I have never been in a real relationship.

Wait, do I even want to be in a real relationship? Maybe this can be just some onetime thing and we never have to speak of it again. I can just pretend that it never happened and she'll probably not mention it again. Especially not if I'm in a foul mood. She seems to be a lot smarter than Mira, who never knew when to shut up.

But for some reason it didn't feel right to cut her of like that. It even hurt in my chest. Why? I don't care for her. It was just a 'caught in the situation' type of kiss. I've been with enough woman to know how to block them out when I'm done with them. But why does it fell like I don't want to do this with this one. What makes her different. The fact that she traveled from another time to here or because she's the most naive person I ever met. Or because she doesn't seem to be judging me constantly. Everyone just wants me for a job. They need me for my brain. No one has ever want to be around me other than that, but I can't understand why she would need me for that. And why does she stay around me? Sure she would be lost here, but every time I lost it around a woman, even man, thay would avoid me like the plague. This one gets closer to me.

Why?

She knows I'm capable of a lot.

Actually she doesn't know that. I only hit her, but she doesn't know anything else. I've murdered men and I never felt guilty for that. I murdered the rebels who killed my mother. I searched for them and I killed them all, not caring that they had a family now. What would she say about that? Would she understand or be afraid of me? I couldn't judge her. She seemed to forgave me for hitting her, but what would be her opinion be about me when she knew those things? What would she think of me when I destroy Terra Nova? People will probably die during the fight and that will be on me. Not that I care for that, but it did make me wonder where will she be during the fight? Will she be in Terra Nova, will she get hurt, will she die because a soldier shot her?

Why do I care?

Maybe my father will have her locked up in the brig because she was with me for four days and he'll probably think she works for me. And that way she won't be even near the fight, she'll be safe. I could play this whole out like that and make sure that my father throws her in the brig. That way she won't get hurt and I can just get her out when we take over the place.

Why am I, again, thinking of a plan to keep her safe? Dame it, when did I start to care for her? Sure she interests me, but it's not like I love her. But then why don't I want to be parted from her. Maybe I should just take her with me to 2149 and keep her with me at all times, that why she won't get hurt and I won't have to worry about her. I can keep her away from the fight and when she figures out the whole plan she won't run away. She'll have nowhere to go.

No Lucas, you are not taking her with you to 2149. You have to focus on your mission and if you take her with you she'll only get in your way. She'll keep haunting your mind and your bosses will notice it. And if Mira finds out I helped her escape she'll come after me too, not that she's capable of doing much to me, but it'll be a pain. No, she has to go with my father.

Besides she's sick. She needs medical attention and I can't give her that in 2149. The doctors there aren't as good as the once in Terra Nova, not to mention they cost a fortune. No, she'll go with my father and the docs can take care of her. When we attack I'll just figure out some way of keeping her away from the battle.

The whole night my head was in a turmoil. I didn't know what to do. I tried to focus on the plan but my mind kept wondering back to the girl sleeping in my arms. Before I even knew it the sun was coming up and the object of my concentration problem was waking up. The redness in her face had become les, but she was still making weird noise whenever she inhaled. And it seemed to be painful for her. I'll have to make sure we take enough breaks today. Else she'll faint again and her situation will get worse.

"Good morning," her sleepy voice said and she nestled her head against my chest. She reminded me of a cat. One of her hands was drawing small circles on my chest, making it hard for me to concentrate and get up. I didn't want her small hands to leave my body. I liked her touch, it wasn't scared and she wasn't holding back. Other woman would, they would know all about me and be on their toes to not piss me of. But this girl wasn't on her toes, she just did what she wanted to do.

Like I said before, very naïve.

"Come on, we have to get up and get going. We have a long day ahead of us and you are going to need some breaks on the way," I said trying not to think about what other things we could be doing. I could just imagine her small body against mine, sweat and heaving breathing surrounding us. I would make her moan in pleasure and I would touch her in all the right places, marking her as mine.

"Pff another day of walking, can't we stay here?" I got pulled out of my thoughts by Alexis her voice. She pushed her body closer to mine and I could feel her leg crawling closer on mine, making it come very close to certain parts I was trying to forget at the moment. Is she doing this on purpose or is it her naïve personality again?

I need to take action and get away from her. I quickly sat up and pushed her gently of me. I didn't want to reject her in a mean way. Since when do I care about stuff like that. I stood up and graphed my bag, scanning the ground for any sign of Slashers: "I'll go down first and call you when it's safe."

This would give me a few seconds or minutes to get my mind together and create space between us. But it seemed like she didn't caught on to that. She had no problem with staying in her tree and she was more busy with her ankle. Hopefully that won't be an obstacle today. When I reached the ground I graphed the gun, there were still a few blasts left but not much. We're going to have to be careful with them.

The aria seemed okay. I walked around for a few minutes but no Slasher attacked me. I guess we're good to go. I graphed some fruits on my way back to the tree and saw the girl already climbing down the tree. Her ankle seemed okay. I notice she didn't put too much weight on it, but she was capable of walking. But climbing down the tree seemed to have exhausted her and she was out of breath.

Yeah, we're going to need to take a lot of breaks today.

"Here, eat. You're going to need your strength today," I gave her one of the fruit and she gladly took it. She seemed to be very hungry. We started our walk in silence. I kept a close eye in the girl but she seemed to being fine. It surprised me that she didn't start up a conversation or mentioned the kiss from last night. Isn't that a typical woman thing to do? When I turned my head towards her she quickly lowered her eyes. Is she avoiding contact with me? Maybe this won't be so hard after all, but it did bug me why she didn't want to talk to me.

(Alexis POV)

Man I hope we take a break soon. This weather is killing me and so are my lungs. What's wrong with them? Please don't let it be do bad, but with the way it was hurting I couldn't imagine it being something small.

One good thing came from the pain. It helped me keep my attention from the man walking in front of me. It surprised me that he was so distant this morning. Then again, I'm not sure what I should have expected. A morning kiss? A hug, or some other form of affection. Then again, this is Lucas Taylor we are talking about, I don't think things work like that with him.

But I was kind of glad that he didn't do anything. For some reason it didn't seem smart to get involved with him. He reminded me of the type of guy you don't bring home to meet your parents. And he can be mean and aggressive. There are actually to many bad points with this guy. I should know better and not get involved with him. But my heart was pounding to fast every time I looked at him or when our eyes met, even if it only was for a brief second. I wanted to touch him again, but I couldn't figure out a way to do that without being obvious. I mean, he doesn't seem to be the hand holding type.

"We're taking a break here," Lucas his rough voice pulled me back to reality. We were standing next to a small pond. It had a small waterfall at one end. Thank god for water. I pulled my shoes out and laid sat down on a rock, while laying my legs in the water. It was cold, very cold. But man did it feel good or what. I could see really small fishes swim towards my feet. Whenever I moved my feet they would swim away quickly.

I cupped some water in my hand and threw it in my face. That's when I noticed I was still wearing Lucas his shirt. I could feel a blush crawl on my face. I can't believe I'm actually wearing his shirt. Why did I pull it on again? Oh yeah, mine was completely soaked and it was cold. Where did mine go? I turned to Lucas and saw he had walked up to me, holding my top. Did he noticed I just realized that I was still wearing his shirt? Now he must think I'm an idiot.

"Here, make it wet and lay it on your head. It should help the fever," Lucas said and sat down next to me. His leg was touching mine, but there was more than enough room on the rock to sit next to each other without touching each other. Is he doing this on purpose?

I took my top from him and soaked it. It felt cold against my head and I could feel small drops fall on Lucas his shirt and in my neck. It sent shivers down my spine. I tried to knot the top around my head so that it wouldn't fall of or annoy me too much, but apparently I wasn't so good at doing that: "You aren't the handiest are you?"

"Oh shut it and wipe that smirk of your face," I warned the smirking man next to me, making him laugh. Not just a smirk, but an actual laugh. It surprised me, he didn't do it lot, but it did look good on him: "Come here." He took the top from me and sat down behind me, his legs on either side of my side. I could feel another blush crawl on my face.

Lucas tied the top around my head. I didn't know what to do or what to say. I could feel his back press against mine and when he was done I could feel his head resting against mine. His lips placing a small kiss in the back of my neck. I could feel my heartbeat quicken again, but my breath was surprisingly calm. I wanted to badly turn around and kiss him, but my body didn't seem to agree with me and didn't move. I loved felling him this close to me.

I felt like he was clamming me as his when he laid his arms around my waist, his hands resting on my thighs. I could feel my stomach turn over and a warmth started spreading itself threw my body. I pressed my back against his back. One of his hands started moving over my thigh, creating lust in my body. My heartbeat fastened with every time he stroke his fingers up my thigh. I wasn't sure if I wanted it, but I couldn't find myself to stop him.

He was getting dangerously close when I turned my head to towards his. His lips were almost touching mine. I wanted him badly, I needed him badly. I could feel his breath touch my face and his green eyes had caught mine. His gaze was so intense, I couldn't keep looking at him. I looked away for a second and I could feel his hand stop. He pulled back, his hands left my body and he didn't look at me. He stood up: "We should get moving again."

It felt like an ice cold shower being thrown in my face. I didn't know what to say or what to do. I just knotted and got up as well and pulled my shoes back on. We didn't say anything and when I was ready we started walking again.

We didn't speak to each other, but I couldn't stop thinking about the man in front of me and his hands and the warmth that had settled itself in my lower regions.