15th October 2013 Tuesday

Day 288

It actually scares me how soon my exams are, and yet teachers still insist on giving us huge projects. Any who, I think I forgot to mention this when Max was born. I created the "five year waiting period" so that Max would be born in wedlock, yet still somehow be an accident. It just seems like something that would happen between those two in my opinion.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dex Hamilton.

Jenny woke with a content sigh, feeling the arms around her loosen slightly. She turned around in his relaxed grip, smiling up at him in the morning glow.

"You certainly are warm for someone who's usually so cold," she pouted her lips closer to his as she spoke, which he was quick to receive.

"Ouch, that's harsh," he placed his hand on his chest in mock shock, before bringing his lips back down to hers. He glanced up, separating himself from his wife to stare quizzically at the crib.

"That's weird," he mumbled, causing the girl to follow his gaze. "I guess Max left early to hang with Winston or something."

"Wh-no, no," Jenny stammered, practically sprinting out of the bed and accidentally smacking Zap in the face. "No, there's an invisible barrier that prevents him from getting out himself. Someone must have taken him out."

"Oh, then I'll call Jane and see if she's got him," he rubbed his reddening nose, before standing up himself. He flipped open his com, smirking in amusement as Jenny checked the wiring to the crib. "Hey Jane, did you take Max out of his crib?"

The mother took a moment to reply, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "No, I didn't take him out. Why?"

"Well, he's not in his bed," the pilot stammered, starting to feel the anxiety climb up his back as Jenny began to frantically pull the small blankets out of the crib. "You don't think Tung took him out, do you?"

"Look, I'll check, but we'll come and help you find him," Jane signed off quickly; Zap only noticing the quick movements of Dex waking up beside her. Zap turned to the clone, who was angrily brushing her fingers through her hair.

"Hey, don't worry. I'm sure-"

"No, you don't understand," she seethed through her teeth, her grip tightening on his collar as she pulled him down to her. "We have a child out there who learnt to fly before he could walk. At some point he's going to get tired, and he doesn't know how to find us again whether he lands on water or land."

Zap kept his mouth shut, noticing how Jenny remained angry even though she had stopped talking. The bug boy gently brought his hands up to hers, prying them off but keeping them in his hold.

"Go and track his wristcom. When you find him, I'll fly out and get him," he assured with a small smile. "He couldn't have gotten far; he hasn't flown that much at all."

The girl sighed loudly, still tense with worry and nerves. "You better be right."

Only one island away, Max prepared himself for flight. Syrrus lifted his hand in the air, musing as the child followed his instructions.

"Oh this is just too good," he cackled, floating behind the child as Max soared in to the air. Behind the two, a large swarm of altered alien insects were in pursuit; squirming with determination and agitation.

Max remained in flight a few lengths ahead of the group; arms held forward as he moved faster. A small voice in his head continued to echo, trying to reassure the little bug boy.

'C'mon mom, please tell me you're tracking me.'

R&R! Better get back to that work!