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Breeding Partners, or Not!	By : elle6778 Category: 1 through F > Dark Angel Views: 9381 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Day 7
Max felt as if she was floating and sinking at the same time. Her mouth felt dry, her eyes gritty and her body ached. Her mind was sluggish, slow and it hurt to think. The feeling was strangely familiar, as if at some point in the past, she had felt it before.
She blinked, forcing her eyes open. She squinted at the over-bright light shining from the lamp overhead. Lamp? There were no such lamps in her cell, Max thought woozily. Where was she?
Stifling a groan, she tried to sit up, only to find herself unable to do so.
What the hell?
An attempt to lift her arms and an unsteady scan around the room told her what she did not care to find out.
She was restrained, her wrists and ankles bound by leather straps to the sides of the examination table, in where she assumed to be the restricted sections in the infirmary. A tube was running from her left hand to a drip hanging beside her, next to a beeping monitor. The furniture was minimal, just a few shelves and cabinets lined with vials and boxes and the padded platform she was on. Everything else in the room seemed to be there for some scientific purpose unknown to her.
Then she realised why it seemed so familiar. It was the same sort of room where Manticore had brought her into since birth to be tested and experimented whenever they felt so inclined.
The lab.
Max�s heart sank.
Damn! Why was she here? What was Manticore planning to do to her? When did she get here? How? The questions kept bombarding her, making her grow more anxious as seconds went by.
Calm down, Max, she told herself sternly. Think. What was the last thing she did?
An image of Alec clutching his midsection, blood seeping out between his fingers, flashed across her eyes. She remembered how he had looked at her before he left. How silent he was. No angry accusation, just that blank expression which could be interpreted as� what? Betrayal? Hurt?
No, she told herself. There was no reason for him to feel betrayed by her. He would have expected it. He should have expected it. She had done nothing in the past to indicate that she was a willing participant in the Breeding Programme. Instead, she had fought every inch of the way to stop it from happening. There was no way she would let Manticore get what they wanted from her. Whatever it took, she would fight, and she did not care. Alec should know that. Hell, she had warned him often enough.
Max suddenly found herself wishing that she knew what had happened to him.
Much to her consternation, a sickly feeling of guilt rose in her, making her empty stomach churn uncomfortably.
Max scowled. What did she have to feel guilty about? She had every right to defend herself. The guy was forcing himself on her.
Really, Max? You didn�t protest that much when he was supposedly forcing himself on you, her contrary inner voice taunted her.
That wound stopped him, she justified.
The voice snorted disbelievingly. You barely remembered your plan with the rod. You were enjoying what he was doing to you too much. Admit it, girl. You can�t lie to yourself.
Max�s scowl grew deeper as her feeling of unease increased. Finally, grudgingly, she admitted that she had lost it for a while, but thankfully, her senses had returned before it was too late. She did not want to even entertain the idea of what would have followed next if she had not stopped him. A shudder ran through her. It was unclear even to her whether the shudder was due to her revulsion at the thought of Manticore getting their way or from the memory of Alec�s hands on her.
She closed her eyes, trying in vain to avoid seeing the images of that night in her mind.
Alec�s lips against her neck�
Alec�s hot breath against her skin�
Alec�s hand slipping between her legs�
Max sucked in a deep breath. Her skin was flushed hot, reacting to her wayward thoughts.
Stop it! Stop it! STOP IT!
Get a grip, Max, she admonished herself. All of it was just her female hormones reacting to its male counterpart, nothing more. It had been a long time since she had any intimate physical relationship with anyone, so it was understandable.
It was time to focus, however hard it might be for her to concentrate at the moment. She needed to know what had happened earlier.
She remembered following one of the guards out. The man had his taser pointed at her but fortunately, he had seen no reason to use it on her. They had taken a route which she had recognised and the journey had ended up with her being shoved into the Punishment box.
It was the strangest thing, but she could not remember leaving the box. She had been tired, especially considering what she had had to go through in the past one week, but as tired as she had been, there was no way she could have fallen asleep in that tiny box.
Renfro must have decided to knock her out before bringing her here for testing, Max surmised. Gassed her or something. That was probably why she felt so woozy. Still, it did not tell her why she was brought here.
The sound of the door squeaking open caught Max�s attention.
�Welcome back, 452. I gather that you�ve had a good rest?�
Renfro, Max thought irritably, not bothering to reply or turn to look at the other woman. It was not as if Renfro expected her to be all friendly anyway. On the other hand, maybe she did, the sadistic bitch, Man thought darkly.
Renfro�s face came into Max�s view as the older woman stood beside the examination table. A thin smile stretched her lips. �I have to say that I am disappointed in your performance as X5-494�s breeding partner. I expected you to do the right thing, to know what�s best for your well-being. For your survival.�
Max raised an eyebrow. �Well, I would like to say that I�m sorry for that, but hey, guess what? I�m not.�
Renfro�s eyes hardened. �Listen to me, 452. I have more resources than you can count, even with your enhanced abilities. You WILL do as you�re told,� she barked, and then with a menacing smile said, �And I know just the way to encourage you.�
�Sure,� Max replied, sounding bored, her expression outwardly displaying the nonchalance which she did not feel inside.
Renfro smiled coldly.
Hen, to Max�s relief, Renfro walked away from her. A few seconds later, Max heard her speak, �The subject is ready. You can commence.�
A feeling of dread coursed through her at Renfro�s words, but Max forced her face to remain impassive. It would be worse if Renfro could see how worried she was. The bitch would no doubt enjoy her discomfort.
What the hell was Renfro planning to do anyway?
The clang of steel equipments on a rolling trolley snapped Max back to her present situation. She turned her head to see two medics, one middle-aged and another one younger, both dressed in white entering behind the trolley. They were whispering to Renfro, but Max could hear them clearly.
�We�ve got everything here, but we still think it may be too soon,� one of them said.
�What are our chances of a successful operation?� Renfro asked impatiently.
�75 percent or thereabouts. The tech is quite new, hence we have limited data on the outcome,� the other said.
Renfro nodded slowly. �It�s good enough for us to proceed. She�s strong. She can take it.�
I can take it? Take what? Max�s worry escalated. It was one thing presenting a brave front to Renfro, but it was another thing, facing some unknown operation. She did not know if it was better for her to know what was coming her way or was it better if she just remained ignorant of their plans.
All too soon, the older medical personnel walked towards her. Max kept a bored expression on her face, completely at odds with what she actually felt.
Then he picked up a syringe from the trolley. Max watched in apprehension as he stuck it into a vial of clear liquid and pulled the plunger, sucking the liquid from the vial into the syringe. She did not know what it was, but her instinct told her that whatever it was, it was going to be bad news for her if she allowed it to get into her. Something had to be done to stop it.
She decided there and then that she was not going to lie there completely at their mercy. Manticore had trained her for this sort of thing, damn it! She had had enough shit from them to last her a lifetime, with their ridiculous Breeding Programme and their stupid protocols and training.
The older medic gave a nod to his colleague, obviously ready to inject whatever the stuff he had in his hand into her. As he lowered the syringe, Max knew that if she was to do something, it had to be soon. She tensed in readiness for what she was about to do.
The sharp point of the syringe was in contact with her when Max suddenly jerked to the side, away from the medic. She ignored their gasp of shock and their alarmed expression as she forcefully yanked her hands free from the straps. The sound of leather snapping had barely faded before she threw a punch right into the face of the nearest medic, sending him flying to the nearest medicine cabinet. The contents of the cabinet clattered loudly to the floor as he slumped down against it, unconscious.
In a few short seconds, Max tore apart the straps binding her ankles, the adrenaline running through her body lending her an extra boost of energy. She jumped off the table and landed on her feet, grabbing a taser on the nearby table. Someone obviously had thought that it would help keep her in control, she thought, her face twisting in distaste.
�Guards!� she heard Renfro yell as the older woman rushed to the door, presumably to block her from escaping. Turning back to the remaining medic, Renfro ordered, �Subdue her.�
The terrified younger medic rushed to the other end of the room. Max watched, the taser held out menacingly as he fumbled around the cabinet with shaky hands for something to be used against her.
�Get out!� Max hissed at him, watching him freeze at her tone. She did not know what she was going to do now that she was unbound. She had no plan, no great idea to escape. But all she knew was that she had to stop them from injecting that stuff into her.
So what now?
The medic kept his eyes on her as he continued to fumble around for something, his body clearly displaying his frightened state.
From the door, Renfro snapped impatiently at him, �Get a move on before she tries something.�
Max compressed her lips as she strode towards the medic, who was now pulling something into a syringe with trembling hands. One shot of the taser and he�ll quit Manticore. Let him feel what we feel, she thought viciously.
Before she could do anything, the door burst open and three burly guards rushed in.
In an instant, Max assumed a defensive stance, her taser pointed out at them.
A sinking feeling of dread came upon her. Three guards armed with taser, one medic with a syringe and Renfro. It did not take a genius to figure out what were her odds of getting out of that room intact, Max thought, infuriated beyond belief. She should have taken Renfro out instead of paying attention to the medic, just that she had been wary of what he might inject into her when she got her back turned.
And now she was cornered with nowhere to run.
Hell, if it had to happen, she was not going to go down quietly, she decided.
Her face set in an unyielding expression, she blurred towards them, too fast for them to even see. In a fraction of a second, she had one guard lying on his back clutching his midsection, spasming from the effect of the taser. The second guard received a teeth-rattling punch in the face before she felt the shock of a taser at her back.
She gritted her teeth, willing herself to block out the pain as she turned around in a spinning kick, sending the third guard flying across the room. Her body snapped upright as another jolt coursed through her when the second guard jabbed his taser into the back of her neck.
Much as she tried to, Max could not stop herself from falling on her knees, her body in spasms from the shock. She jerked as she felt another shot. Who had hit her with that last one, she could not tell. The pain was blinding, and it was all she was aware of. All she could do was to try not to pass out. Her body shook, and Max felt herself growing colder.
A flash of white appeared in front of her.
The medic, Max thought weakly. No! She could not let him, she protested in her head.
She wanted to push him away but her arms were too heavy, and her muscles were still shaking completely on their own volition. The lack of control was maddening. She could not do anything to stop the syringe from descending on her. All she could do was watch helplessly, wanting to scream in frustration.
And then all of a sudden, she felt a rush of warmth.
The heat was a welcomed relief, but deep inside, Max knew that it was not a good sign. Something was happening to her, she thought as she slumped sideways onto the floor, her knees too weak to support her.
Her eyes refused to open, much as she wished to see what was going on around her. She felt herself being lifted up back onto the examination table. The thump of her heart seemed loud to her, thudding in her ears. Too loud, and too fast. And her body just continued to grow hotter. The heat was no longer a relief, it was now alarmingly hot.
What the hell did they do to her?
In the distance, she heard a faint voice saying, �Damn it, her pulse is off the charts.�
She strained to hear more but she could only catch the odd sentences. Absently, she realised that she was fading in and out of consciousness, drifting strangely, almost floating.
�You were supposed to sedate her��
��a number of vials in the cabinet��
��mistake one for another��
��you useless fool�
��Quick! She�s flat-lining��
��One, two� Now!�
Then it all went black and silent.

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Day 14
Home, sweet home, Alec thought as he walked down a narrow hallway with a guard by his side.
He had been away for almost a week. Manticore had sent him and 511 on an away mission, a short one. Typical Manticore stuff; a boring flight to England, pretending to be tourists travelling undetected through the countryside for days, ended up in someplace called Weymouth, broke into a supposedly abandoned naval base, grabbed the disc containing plans of something Manticore neglected to brief him on and back out like a flash. No casualties this time. It was not his usual sort of mission.
His missions normally ended up with casualties.
His were typically assassination-based.
The whole thing had aroused his curiosity. The fact that Manticore had sent him out on such a mission did not seem right. Especially as he had not even completed his role in the Breeding Programme.
Maybe he was being too suspicious. The whole thing could just be Manticore�s diabolical idea of letting him recuperate from his wounds, he surmised with a smirk. It would be just the thing Manticore did. Why leave a soldier to rest if he could be sent out on an easy mission in a healthy English countryside?
Not that he was complaining. He had been cooped up inside the facility long enough that any mission would do.
Alec sighed. It had not last long, though. He had not been too surprised to receive the order to continue with the Breeding Programme just hours after he had stepped off the helicopter onto the rooftop landing pad. What worried him was the satisfied look on Renfro�s face when she had given him the order. That look had given him the creeps. A satisfied Renfro was never good news for the transgenics.
All Alec could guess was Renfro had managed to carry out what she had planned to do to Max. He suddenly felt ill at ease at the thought.
Alec frowned at his reaction.
Why should he feel uncomfortable? Max had been asking for it ever since day one. If she had just followed orders, none of this would have been necessary. She was responsible for the mess she had gotten herself into.
If one could call chemically induced heat a mess.
It was going to be strange, seeing Max in heat. He was so used to her fighting with him that he had been anticipating the same thing each time he turned up. However much he hated to admit it to himself, he knew that he had enjoyed their battle of wills. And worse, he had been unable to stop himself from anticipating their reunion after his mission.
But with her in heat, was it going to be different? He swallowed, trying to ease the sudden dryness in his throat. His one and only experience with a female in heat had been mind-blowingly frantic and hot. Was it going to be the same with Max?
Alec did not know why he did it, but he had to take a deep breath to steady himself as he reached the door to her cell. Get a grip, soldier. You�re not some hormonal teenager, he scolded himself. This is just a mission, he told himself.
The guard unlocked the door. �Let me know when you�re done,� he said.
Alec nodded wordlessly and walked in, bracing himself for the onslaught of pheromones.
He stopped in his tracks when he realised that there were none.
So maybe Renfro�s plan failed after all, he mused. But then why did she look so satisfied? Maybe she came up with something else in his absence. Yeah, that must be it.
Max had been sitting on her bunk but she now stood facing him, looking deceptively harmless as she ran her eyes up and down his body. If he had not known better, he would have thought that she was checking him out. But knowing Max, she was probably assessing him for the next body part she wanted to inflict pain on.
�Surprised to see that I�m still alive? I�m not so easily taken down,� he said by the way of greeting, a smirk on his face. He raised his arms up in a stretch as he walked towards her.
Max frowned at him. �How should I know?�
Alec raised an eyebrow. �Well, I suppose that says something about your perception of my ability to survive. Come to think of it, maybe the nine lives thing came with the feline DNA.�
The frown on Max�s forehead deepened. �What?� she asked, looking positively puzzled.
Alec halted his steps and looked at her calculatingly. What was she playing at?
�Nevermind,� he finally said when she did not elaborate.
Max shrugged. And then she said tonelessly, �Well, let�s start.�
A moment of silence hit the room.
�What?� he exclaimed, thoroughly flabbergasted. She can�t possibly mean what I think she meant, he added to himself. A strange feeling of foreboding came upon him. Renfro had managed something after all.
Max sighed in exasperation. �What�s wrong with you? Our mission. You know, the Breeding Programme? Remember your briefing?�
Alec stared at her, dumbfounded, especially when after he heard her next words, uttered in the most casual manner.
�I�m your breeding partner.�

(t.b.c.)
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