Introduction: This is set during the final 20 issue period of the original Gen 13 series before DC tried to restart the title without the original cast. I'll try to explain references from the series in the story, but if I need to I'll include some information in the author's note afterwards. As my regular readers will expect this story has girl/girl romance, if you don't like that don't continue reading.
Gen 13: The Date (One of Two)
Caitlin Fairchild ran with an easy motion, her golden brown long hair flowing past her shoulders as she pounded down the rough trail. The California sun shone down, the air remarkably clear as she took deep breaths, her shorts and top revealing tanned skin.
'This solo camping trip was a great idea,' Caitlin thought as she returned to her campsite at a gentle walk, 'I really needed to get away from everyone for awhile.'
As the semi-official leader of Gen 13 Caitlin had responsibilities, most of which she had to admit were self imposed. With Mr. Lynch gone and without an adult mentor her sister Roxy, Grunge, Bobby and Sarah were more likely to get into trouble, something Caitlin did her best to watch out for. That kind of never ending vigilance was tiring, though, and when their robot maid Anna suggested this vacation she had leapt at the chance.
'Peace and quiet at last,' Caitlin thought before a low rumble echoed through the forest. Her eyes narrowed as she recognized it, the sound of a mini-jet of some kind. She quietly made her way to the ridge just beyond her tent and froze, the woman standing there instantly familiar.
Caitlin strode from her cover as she grimly asked, "What are you doing here?"
"Is that anyway to greet a friend?" the black haired older woman asked as she looked around the camp. "So charmingly... rustic," she used a leather booted foot to nudge the log that Caitlin had been using to sit on earlier, one that matched the bodysuit she wore.
"You're not a friend Ivana," Caitlin answered dryly as she walked towards her.
"Then it's a poor was to treat someone whom you owe a... favor?" Ivana said with a smirk, looking Caitlin over possesively.
Caitlin felt herself flush with embarrassment under her knowing gaze even as she silently cursed her own foolishness. A few months ago her powers had faded away, leaving herself and her teammates in danger. Deciding her needed to regain those powers she went to the woman who had helped them gain their abilities. Ivana Baul had agreed to restore Caitlin but had demanded that she return the favor at a time and place of her own choosing.
'I guess this is it,' Caitlin thought glumly. "What do you want?" she asked firmly, almost knowing that she'll regret it.
"It's time for you to keep up your end of our little bargain," Ivana confirmed with a smirk, "I need your assistance with a little undercover operation."
Caitlin sighed to herself softly, shaking her head. "Well, let's go get this over with," she muttered resentfully, quickly looking over her camping gear and deciding that it should be fine on it's own. 'I hope,' she thought.
"Let's go," Ivana ordered crisply as she lead the way to the jet, "there's limited time and we need to get you dressed properly."
"Great," Caitlin muttered under her breath as she followed Ivana in, wondering for a moment how someone could get into such a tight leather costume. 'Then again I do wear spandex,' she thought with a self-mocking smile.
"Here, change into this" Ivana passed Caitlin a bundle of clothes even as she turned to instruct the pilot, "let's go."
Caitlin looked around, "Where do I dress?"
Ivana raised an eyebrow even as she smiled. "It's just us women here, dear," she murmured, keeping her eyes on her.
Caitlin grit her teeth at that comment but quickly began peeling off her sweaty clothes. "Then is there at least someplace I can shower this off, first?" she asked, her T-shirt and shorts dropping to the floor to reveal a body shining with a sheen of sweat.
It took Ivana a moment to answer her, almost as if she was mildly distracted by something. "I suppose we can manage that," she agreed and with a press of a button a cubicle shower opened up in the back of the passenger compartment.
"Thanks," Caitlin stripped her bra and panties off and left them with the other clothes. As Caitlin walked to the shower she could almost feel Ivana's eyes on her, watching her. She showered quickly, heated air blowing on her body to try her, then emerged nude to get changed. "That's better," she nodded to Ivana, grabbing the clothes to cover herself.
Ivana had a slight flush to her pale skin but she smiled as she said, "The clothes should fit, I have all your measurements from when I worked on you."
"Thanks for reminding me," Caitlin muttered.
The delicate looking panties slid up her long bare legs, then she took the matching bra and pulled it on. The blue dress pants were loose but a stylish leather belt was there for the waist, the white button up shirt she wore loose and comfortable. Over that she pulled a coat that matched the pants, left flapping open for comfort.
"Very butch," Ivana smirked, "I thought it would suit you."
Caitlin looked down at her clothes a moment before admitting, "Knowing you I was almost expecting black leather."
"It wouldn't have fit where we're going," Ivana answered her calmly as she passed over white socks and black dress shoes along with a black hair clip. She gave Caitlin a sultry smile as she added, "But if you like I could always arrange something later..."
"Oh no," Caitlin quickly shook her head, taking a seat as she pulled on the shoes. "So what's the mission?" she asked, tying her hair back into a simple ponytail.
"You'll find out," Ivana said simply. She got up out of her own chair and then she calmly unzipped her black leather bodysuit, wiggling slim her hips a bit as she slid out of the skin tight outfit and let it drop to the floor.
"What are you going...?" Caitlin squeaked out, instantly noticing that Ivana was completely nude underneath. She wanted to look away but somehow her eyes were drawn to Ivana's body, to the slim but gorgeous looking woman.
Ivana noticed her reaction of course, the impish little smile on her face. "The leather wasn't quite appropriate," she answered Caitlin quite calmly, stepping into a long red dress and pulling it up. She reached around to try and do it up then frowned, not quite able to reach the clasp. "Kaitlin, could you...?" she asked her softly.
Caitlin got up, moving behind Ivana to quickly pull the zipper up. There was a delicate scent around Ivana, a perfume that teased at her nose. "Why are we dressed like this," she asked, "does it have something to do with the mission?"
The pilot's voice came through the cabin as she announced, "We'll be arriving at the target in less than one minute."
Ivana put glittering earrings on then sat down, slipping her high heels on with the ease of long practice. "I have a meeting with certain dangerous people," she said simply, "I need a bodyguard and date, one whom can get me out of a situation if one should arise." Ivana flashed Caitlin a smile, "Naturally I thought of you."
"Naturally," Caitlin echoed.
There was a soft thump as the plane landed, a second later the back hatch opening to reveal a large curling driveway. A mansion stood off in the distance, column's lining the front and windows glowing with merry life. The green lawn stretched out around it, larger than most football fields.
"Wow," Caitlin managed weakly.
Addressing the pilot Ivana said, "I'll signal you in two hours to let you know if we need to be picked up." She turned to Kaitlin, "Well, let's go."
Caitlin offered Ivana her arm, the two stepping out of the plane and onto the pavement. As they walked towards the house she murmured, "I assume I'm to lead?"
"Very good," Ivana said with a smile, "you took your cue from our clothes."
Young men and women were scattered around the busy lane, taking people's cars and driving them into spots, leading people inside and generally attending to the guests needs. Caitlin noted the attentive eyes of the many servants, spotting the occasional bulge of concealed weapons and softly murmured, "Security team?"
"The customers pay for privacy," Ivana smiled and nodded to other guests as they walked up carpeted steps to a front archway, "and they also guarantee the neutrality of this place."
"Welcome," a slight nod and the black suited pretty young man opened the door for them with a gesture, "Ms. Baul, Miss Fairchild." The hallway was lit by golden light, the carpet thick under their feet as they walked.
Caitlin shivered as a odd sensation skittered across her skin. "Security scan," she murmured before whispering, "how did he know our names?"
"She," Ivana corrected with a little smile as they reached the second door, "probably used the exterior security cameras and a database search."
"Should have thought of that," Caitlin sighed.
"Welcome," the handsome young woman waiting at that door nodded to them. She touched a tiny earpiece, "You scan clean of weapons but we're aware of both Ivana's cybernetic enhancements and Kaitlin's Gen-factor abilities, ladies. Any trouble that you cause will be grounds for immediate expulsion, by force if needed."
"I have been here before," Ivana answered her mildly, "I know the rules."
The woman looked at Caitlin thoughtfully and she realized she was expecting a response. "I understand," Caitlin answered, "but if anyone takes a shot at Ivana I will stop them."
"Understood," the door woman nodded slightly, swinging the door open. "Have a good evening," she said with a smile.
"I think she liked hearing that," Ivana said with a smile.
Caitlin felt her cheeks redden but she wasn't quite sure how to respond. They entered the club itself and her eyes widened noticeably. Women packed the place, beautiful ladies dressed in every fashion imaginable, talking, dancing close and clearly showing their affection for each other.
"You're staring," Ivana murmured, sounding quite amused.
"Sorry," Caitlin got herself moving once again. "I think I've heard of a club like this in Japan..." she murmured thoughtfully.
"I understand this club was modeled after it," Ivana noted. A woman slinked through the crowd and she murmured, "Maybe I could have worn the leather."
Caitlin gazed in shock at the leather clad woman, she had thought that Ivana's outfit had been racy but this... The woman had zippers placed over her breasts and groin, buckles and belts binding her into the costume. A matching hood covered the top of her face but her red lips glowed in the light, a tongue slipping out to lick them.
"This place is going to be an education for me, isn't it?" Caitlin muttered as she went by.
Ivana just chuckled wickedly.
To be continued...
Gen 13: The Date (Two of Two)
Ivana Baul fought back a smile as they moved into the nightclub, Caitlin leading the way with a smooth capability. She was a beautiful young woman with that golden brown hair, beautiful body and oddly gentle eyes and Ivana got some pleasure out of just watching her.
"Should we grab a table or mingle?" Caitlin asked as she paused, letting two young woman slink by with their hands possessively on each other's bodies.
"A table," Ivana ordered, "we can wait for my contact there."
Caitlin watched the crowd warily as they continued on, the taller young woman fully into her role of bodyguard and Ivana found herself wondering if this little deception was really such a good idea. Yes, she was meeting certain individuals here but Caitlin's presence wasn't really necessary for this. Instead, she was here simply for Ivana's personal reasons.
'I should know better than to mix business and pleasure,' Ivana thought to herself wryly, 'but the temptation was just too strong for me to resist.' She smiled up at Caitlin as she held out a chair for her and murmured, "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Caitlin answered before taking her own seat. She looked over at Ivana as she asked, "So who are we going to be meeting?"
"The daughters of a very conservative Senator and a certain major labor leader," Ivana said to her calmly, "their sexual preference will be very embarrassing if it's publicly revealed, so I expect they'll willingly meet my demands."
"Typical Ivana," Caitlin muttered with a frown.
Ivana looked over at her thoughtfully. "Both young women are being hypocrites," she calmly pointed out, "profiting from their father's power." She finished with, "If they weren't keeping such secrets, I wouldn't have any leverage to use against them."
A clearly troubled Caitlin conceded, "You've got a point."
'The young woman was so charmingly innocent, in some ways,' Ivana mused. Caitlin hadn't even figured out the nasty trick that Ivana had pulled on her, calling due the favor that Caitlin owed her multiple times and then just erasing the girl's memory of it afterward. 'Of course,' Ivana noted, 'it was just such a mission that sparked this mad idea.'
Ivana had needed an invulnerable agent to investigate a potentially dangerous superhuman and she had instantly thought of Caitlin. The uniform that she had equipped Caitlin with had been nearly fetishistic, made of skin tight black leather, and Ivana had been startled by how she had been effected by it. Add that to all the verbal sparring that she and Caitlin had engaged in, nearly flirting as Caitlin investigated the situation and you had a recipe for disaster.
Ivana fought back a surge of amusement as Caitlin blushed fiercely, observing two ladies making out at a table nearby. One of the women was dressed in what looked just like a modified Stormwatch uniform, the other in just bikini top and bottoms. "I'm surprised this bothers you," Ivana noted, "considering your close friendship with Rainmaker."
Caitlin rolled her eyes as she sighed, "Despite what Grunge and Burnout would like to think, we're just friends."
Ivana just had to chuckle at the clear exasperation she heard in Caitlin's voice as she asked, "You get that question a lot, I take it?"
"If it isn't those two hormonally overactive guys," Caitlin sighed, "it's my little sister asking if we're just a little too close."
Ivana suddenly had a vivid mental image of Caitlin and Sarah Rainmaker together, the lovely native American and the amazonian girl and had to smile. "You should try a lesbian experience," Ivana said with a wicked smile, "it can be quite... rewarding."
Caitlin's face went beet red. "You mean you have?" she blurted.
Ivana sat back casually, knowing that the slinky red dress she had chosen highlighted her many charms. "More than once," she conceded then chuckled at a pleasant memory, "Bliss was quite the busy little seductress."
Bliss had been one of the more eager operatives that Ivana had recruited for her team the Deviants, the young beauty quite willing to use her pleasure inducing mental gift. The redhead had dressed in the most scanty clothing, thongs and bikini's, and she had been relentless in her pursuit of Ivana. Of course the older woman understood why Bliss did so, her deep seated lust for power, but she had enjoyed their little tryst none the less.
"I thought that you and Threshold...," Caitlin murmured uncomfortably.
"Him, too," Ivana said quite agreeably. Smiling she picked up her drink, taking a sip before adding, "You could categorize me as a bisexual, I guess." Silently she added, 'But emotionally, I'm much more attracted to women.'
Caitlin looked up, her eyes narrowing as she tracked movement in the crowd around them. Quietly she reported, "Incoming."
Ivana didn't turn around, maintaining a deliberately casual manner as she waited. The brown haired girl lead the way, the redhead following submissively as they reached the table. 'Just like in the bedroom,' Ivana thought to herself amusedly.
"What do you want from us, Baul?" Ms. Tree asked, looking at Ivana with a scowl through her brown bangs.
"Just a simple vote," Ivana said casually, "there's a new law to help restrict the creation of Super Powered Beings coming up, I want some no votes."
"But we don't have that kind of influence," Ms. Hatfield protested, the redhead's voice having as clear whine to it.
"I'm sure you can manage," Ivana paused a moment before adding, "the photo's and video I have would be very embarrassing if they were given to the news media."
Ms. Tree studied Ivana, her brown eyes narrowed slightly. "And what guarantee do we have that this is the only favor you'll ask?" she demanded.
Ivana looked at the girl with a bit more respect in her eyes. "You don't," she said simply, "but doing this for me would certainly help keep you on my good side."
Ms. Hatfield clenched her hands to still their shaking, tears on the corners of her eyes. "I won't be blackmailed," she hissed.
Ivana's eyes widened as the girl pulled the pistol out, her thoughts racing. 'I underestimated her,' she realized as the plastic and ceramic pistol came up aimed right at her face, a weapon designed not to trigger any security systems.
Then Caitlin was there, the pistol roaring even as she threw herself across the table to put herself right between Ivana and the bullets. They hit the carpet with a soft thump, Caitlin looking down with alarm as she demanded fiercely, "Are you all right?"
Ivana looked up at Caitlin dumbly, her eyes wide as she met the younger woman's eyes. "You're beautiful," Ivana murmured.
"What?" Caitlin blinked.
"Never mind," Ivana shook herself, quickly recovering her composure as Caitlin rose then helped her up to her feet, "I'm all right."
The security forces arrived almost as soon as Ms. Hatfield fired her gun, young women in black suits rushing in to subdue both women. Ms. Tree loudly claimed she didn't know anything about it but they just ignored her, whisking the two of them out of the building.
"I don't know how this happened," the leader of the security team said seriously, "but I intend to find out, I assure you." With that she turned and strode away, the set of her shoulders determined.
Ivana turned Caitlin around, smiling wryly at the bullet holes in the suit the girl wore. The flesh underneath was unharmed, of course, but it couldn't hurt to check. "It looks like that lovely body of yours held up pretty well," she finally said with a false sort of casualness, Ivana's hands lingering on the flesh of Caitlin's back.
Caitlin blushed slightly, the taller woman nodding as she said, "Being shot stings but other than that, not bad."
As Ivana stood there she could pick up the warm scent of the other girl, the healthy vitality. She shook herself, moving back a bit as she thought, 'She did what she did because she takes her promises seriously.' A mocking smile, "She hates your guts, remember?"
"I don't hate you," Caitlin answered. As Ivana looked up at her in shock she continued, "You accidentally said that aloud." She gave a wry little smile as Caitlin explained, "I may not like you much, but I don't hate you, either."
"Thank you," Ivana answered, feeling her cheeks flaming as they stood there together. A mad impulse seized her as she looked up into those innocent eyes, "Do you want to dance?"
Caitlin looked down at her searchingly before nodding slightly. They cut away from their table and went out on the dance floor, the taller Caitlin leading as they began to sway together. "You didn't just ask me out to protect you, did you?" Caitlin asked.
Ivana relaxed slightly as Caitlin gently guided them across the floor. "That wasn't the only reason," she admitted, feeling a bit of red to her cheeks. 'I must look like some damn schoolgirl,' she thought to herself irritably.
"I'm not..." Caitlin's cheeks were almost as red as Ivana's as she tried again to say, "I mean, I've never tried..."
Ivana reached up, putting a finger over Caitlin's lips. "It's all right," she softly reassured her, but it wasn't, not really. As they danced she realized that her emotion for Caitlin was stronger than ever, something greater than a simple need. A soft buzz came from her wristband and Ivana scowled, "It's time to go, I think."
"Right," Caitlin looked relieved as they slipped away from the dancers, the tall woman watching over Ivana protectively.
The jet picked them up outside right on cue and they were off, flying across the night sky to eventually reach the campsite. Ivana dropped Caitlin off, lingering in the hatch to look at the young woman, dressed once again in her casual clothes.
"Thank you," Ivana said softly.
Caitlin smiled, "You're welcome."
Ivana closed the hatch, still in her fine dress as she returned to her seat. She used the intercom to order, "Back home, please."
"You're not going to edit her memory?" the pilot asked as the jet rumbled, shaking slightly as it rose up into the air.
"No, not this time," Ivana answered shortly. She looked out the window, down at the quickly disappearing campsite and thought, 'This isn't over, Caitlin Fairchild.'
The End
Authors Notes: I was originally going to have this end with a romantic moment between Ivana and Caitlin, but after some thought I decided it wasn't realistic. Caitlin is very straight, has had a few straight crushes and no crushes on girls. She does have a close friendship with her lesbian teammate Sarah Rainmaker, but it doesn't appear to be romantic.