Re: Scientists and Transgenics (DA,XO,UC,Mature)Ch 10 2/6/08
Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 10:48 am
SCIENTISTS AND TRANSGENICS
Disclaimer: In this chapter I got a lot of my inspiration from the episode Pollo Loco, so a good amount of the stuff in this chapter you amy recognize from that episode. Please note, that I don't own that episode or Dark Angle or Roswell. I am just taking inspiration from the epsiodes and borrowing some of the dialogue and location.
Thank you for all sticking with the story and not being overly mad with me. Anyway, real life is still jam packed with mass amounts of homework, that honestly I didn't think was possible, but apparently I was wrong. However, one of my classes got cancled today
thus I have a little while to post this new chapter and have some time to work on the next one!!! Happiness all around! Anyway thanks again to all of you who have reviewed, and I hope you enjoy the story to the new comers that have recently found my story.
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Touch of the Wind
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With out any further interuption...on the the new chapter!!! Hope you enjoy!!!
Chapter 10
Liz sat silently as she drank her tea and ate her toast and scrambled eggs. She was happy that her stomach was no longer nauseous, however, her head still hurt and all she wanted to do was sleep…oh yeah, she definitely had a concussion.
She could feel Ben’s eyes on her with every move she made. Besides, she wasn’t stupid; she knew his gun was aimed at her and set right next to him…in reach, but out of sight.
She was still having a hard time with his eyes. He had her husband’s eyes…but they were cold. She knew that he was probably wearing a similar look to which Alec wore when he went into soldier mode…but she knew that the soldier wasn’t all Alec was…she could only hope that Ben hadn’t given over to the soldier in him completely.
She was silent as he ate his meal; then the waitress walked over and set the bill on the table and left with a parting smile, even if it was unsure and reluctant.
Liz silently grabbed the bill and then pulled out enough money to cover the bill and tip.
“Are you done?” he asked her casually.
She just nodded.
He sighed and rolled his eyes, “Talk. You’re drawing attention,” he ordered her sternly.
She shot him a glare and stood up, “I have a headache and all I want to do is sleep because of my concussion and plus, morning sickness sucks. So can we just go?” she said quietly yet forcefully.
Ben didn’t answer, he just grabbed her by the arms and spun her around as he half pushed and half guided her through the maze of tables and out the door.
He led her through the streets and again they were silent. However, Liz wasn’t in the mood to stay silent anymore.
“Why are you doing this, Ben?” she asked.
He jerked her arm, spinning her around so that she was facing him, “Did I not make myself clear before? You don’t have the right to call me that.”
Liz just looked him in the eye, “Fine. But, all the same, why are you doing this?”
Ben looked at her for a moment, “This is who I am. I am a soldier; a predator. I was bred to kill. You might want to get used to it; you’re mated to one.”
Liz ripped her arm from his grip. She saw the slight surprise in his eyes, but if she hadn’t known to look for it she wouldn’t have seen it.
“My husband is nothing like you. He’s a good soldier; a good man. –I won’t pretend to know what either of you have gone through at the hands of Manticore…but killing the way you do…somewhere inside of you, you know what you’re doing is wrong,” she growled.
Ben glared at her and gripped her arm once again and began pulling her along.
She was slightly surprised at the fact that, despite how angry she was making him, he wasn’t gripping her arm hard enough to break it; oh, she would have one hell of a bruised arm, but she wouldn’t have any crippling injuries from his grip.
He pulled her once again into an abandoned building.
He released his hold on her after he locked the door behind him.
He sighed and placed his gun onto some surface that was within reach before turning to her, “I am doing what I was made for; what I was taught!”
Liz snorted at that, “Please, I’ve seen the ‘class’ requirements. I work at fucking Manticore! I’ve heard what the classes were like. There was no Serial Homicide 101!”
He glared at her and said through gritted teeth, “Don’t pretend you understand. Don’t pretend that you know what it’s like to be a soldier. Don’t pretend you know what its like to have a mission.”
Liz shook her head, “See that’s what you don’t understand. I am mated to a soldier! I live with soldiers everyday of every week; 24/7. I know soldiers. Hell, I grew up with a soldier and let me tell you something…none of them relish in the constant kill.”
Ben was silent as he looked at her.
“I know what it means to have others die to protect yourself and others. I was there when my brother killed to protect his family, but I was also there when he couldn’t sleep at night afterward; when he couldn’t eat. Michael knows how to kill and will if he has too, but he doesn’t do what you’re doing! –He is a soldier!” she said earnestly.
“Everything I do is for her!” He said sincerely.
“Her who?” Liz asked.
“The Blue Lady! If I fight for her; get her their teeth she will protect me, my siblings, you and everyone else. She will fight off the nomalies. With every kill, every gift she gets stronger!” he said gravely.
Liz half sighed and half glared, “Why did you leave, Ben?”
Ben just looked at her with cold eyes. He wasn’t glaring, but she could tell that he was getting irritated with her.
“You’re trying to tell me that every staff member hasn’t heard of us and our escape?” he asked irritated.
Now she was getting irritated. He was worse than Michael was when he didn’t want to answer any questions.
“I’ve heard the stories and the supposed facts, Ben. But obviously I am asking you…why did you leave? If being a soldier is who you are and then why leave the place that made you a soldier?”
Ben studied her for a bit. She could tell he was debating whether or not he was going to answer her; then the debate was what he was going to say. He finally spoke after a good five minutes.
“Being a soldier was all I knew. We were their best,” he gave her a sarcastic smile, “Believe it or not; they were easier on us than the others in some aspects. Sure (,) we got trained harder and things like that,” he shook his head and sighed, “But all of the experimental stuff was given to the others before us.”
Liz just watched him, “You were pretty high up there in rank in order to know that.”
She already knew he was SIC from her talks with Lydecker, but she knew that it would give him a chance to open up about things he probably wouldn’t have otherwise. She had never thanked her years of experience with ‘Stonewall’ Guerin so much in her life, as she was right now.
Ben gave a small smile, “SIC. Zack was CO. –It wasn’t so bad you know. We were kids…we got to go outside and burn off the energy we had. We were given food to eat…it may not have been the best food, but it was food. We got clothes to wear. We slept in the same room as our families…our units.”
Liz noticed the far off look in his eyes.
“It didn’t get bad until our first mission. –One of the bad parts about being their perfect group…we went on a mission before the others…we didn’t know what to expect,” he sighed and closed his eyes.
“I was 10. Zack was 12. –Maxie was the baby at 9,” he opened his eyes and looked her in the eye, “You ever heard of what we did?”
Liz nodded and a light went off in her head, “You’ve been replicating the mission.”
Ben nodded, “Being the best has its advantages. We were trained to achieve perfection. No mistakes.”
She looked him in the eyes finally grasping some understanding, “Manticore would have known it was one of your siblings from the killings. You want Manticore to know that it’s you. Why?”
Ben turned his head away from her for a moment before turning back to her, “Why did they have you looking for me?”
Liz sighed, “We’ve been over this! They wanted me to find out what is wrong with you and to see if it could affect Alec!”
“There is nothing wrong with me!” he yelled.
Liz shook her head and took another step toward him, “No, you just hate yourself!”
Ben looked at her incredulously, “What the hell are you talking about?”
Liz had a look of understanding on her face, “You hate it out here because nothing makes sense to you. I have been trying to figure out why you give them your barcode.”
Ben scoffed, “So I sign my work; war is art. So what?”
Liz shook her head, “No, signing your work would be tattooing them after they were already dead. Don’t you get it, Ben? In some way you are trying to end your own pain! If you kill someone with your barcode it’s like killing yourself; ending the pain; ending the confusion. The only problem is that every time you kill you turn yourself just a little bit more into the monster you feared as a child!”
She could see his defenses cracking and breaking. He’s had no one to talk to; no one who understood; no one who thought past making him pay for what he’s done.
“I am not a nomalie!” he bit out, “You’re getting awfully brave for someone who I could kill in a matter of seconds.”
She took one last step towards him, leaving her only a foot from him.
“You won’t kill me…you can hear my baby’s heartbeat. You can smell Alec on me. You can even smell Claudia on me, I bet. And both scents are similar to yours…you can’t help but categorize them as family; me as family,” she said seriously.
“Besides,” she shrugs and held up her hand and aimed it at the wall that was spray pained with the words ‘mission’, ‘duty’ and ‘discipline’ on it and let her power free. Ben jumped as the wall exploded and then looked at Liz with wide eyes.
“I can defend myself just fine, Ben.”
He looked back at the wall and then back at her, “You’re a nomaly.”
She smiled at him sadly, “No, I’m not, Ben. Your nomalies were created in the walls of Manticore. I was born and raised in Roswell, New Mexico. Science gave me that ability, much like it gave you yours. Don’t you see? I understand what it feels like to have to hide what you are just because no one else would understand.”
Ben looked back to where the wall had once stood. She knew he was looking for those words. They were what gave him some kind of understanding; comfort.
“It’s okay, Ben. You don’t have to do this to yourself, to other innocent people, anymore,” she whispered.
He looked back at her with tears in his eyes, “I never should have escaped. Everything made sense there.”
She shook her head.
“No, Ben, even I know that it didn’t make sense back then with everything that they did,” she said soothingly, “but you can help me make Manticore make sense for you now; for the others; for the next generation;” she gently took his hand and placed it on her stomach, “for your niece or nephew.”
He looked at her stomach and then at her as tears fell down his face, “I’m a good soldier.”
She smiled at him gently and then pulled her brother-in-law into a hug, “I know, Ben, I know.”
Ben wrapped his arms around her and held onto her tightly.
“Do you think she hates me?” he asked softly.
Liz pulled back to look at him in confusion, “The Blue Lady?”
Ben shook his head, “Maxie.”
Liz gave a near audible gasp, “Oh, Ben. –I don’t know.
Ben sighed, “Even if Maxie forgives me, Alec and Claudia wont. Alec is going to kick my ass for more than just this.”
“Yeah, I am!” said a voice behind them.
They both turned to see a very pissed off Alec.
tbc...
Also!!! If anyone knows the correct spelling for nomoly would you mind letting me know!
Disclaimer: In this chapter I got a lot of my inspiration from the episode Pollo Loco, so a good amount of the stuff in this chapter you amy recognize from that episode. Please note, that I don't own that episode or Dark Angle or Roswell. I am just taking inspiration from the epsiodes and borrowing some of the dialogue and location.
Thank you for all sticking with the story and not being overly mad with me. Anyway, real life is still jam packed with mass amounts of homework, that honestly I didn't think was possible, but apparently I was wrong. However, one of my classes got cancled today



Touch of the Wind
Jensen Lover 37
Maiqu
tinie38
behrstars
roswellian love
Roswell Slayer
vampyrolover86
mrsjbehr
garcia88
alexceasar
noo_noo
carter13
crazzy rhi
Ansleyrocks
With out any further interuption...on the the new chapter!!! Hope you enjoy!!!
Chapter 10
Liz sat silently as she drank her tea and ate her toast and scrambled eggs. She was happy that her stomach was no longer nauseous, however, her head still hurt and all she wanted to do was sleep…oh yeah, she definitely had a concussion.
She could feel Ben’s eyes on her with every move she made. Besides, she wasn’t stupid; she knew his gun was aimed at her and set right next to him…in reach, but out of sight.
She was still having a hard time with his eyes. He had her husband’s eyes…but they were cold. She knew that he was probably wearing a similar look to which Alec wore when he went into soldier mode…but she knew that the soldier wasn’t all Alec was…she could only hope that Ben hadn’t given over to the soldier in him completely.
She was silent as he ate his meal; then the waitress walked over and set the bill on the table and left with a parting smile, even if it was unsure and reluctant.
Liz silently grabbed the bill and then pulled out enough money to cover the bill and tip.
“Are you done?” he asked her casually.
She just nodded.
He sighed and rolled his eyes, “Talk. You’re drawing attention,” he ordered her sternly.
She shot him a glare and stood up, “I have a headache and all I want to do is sleep because of my concussion and plus, morning sickness sucks. So can we just go?” she said quietly yet forcefully.
Ben didn’t answer, he just grabbed her by the arms and spun her around as he half pushed and half guided her through the maze of tables and out the door.
He led her through the streets and again they were silent. However, Liz wasn’t in the mood to stay silent anymore.
“Why are you doing this, Ben?” she asked.
He jerked her arm, spinning her around so that she was facing him, “Did I not make myself clear before? You don’t have the right to call me that.”
Liz just looked him in the eye, “Fine. But, all the same, why are you doing this?”
Ben looked at her for a moment, “This is who I am. I am a soldier; a predator. I was bred to kill. You might want to get used to it; you’re mated to one.”
Liz ripped her arm from his grip. She saw the slight surprise in his eyes, but if she hadn’t known to look for it she wouldn’t have seen it.
“My husband is nothing like you. He’s a good soldier; a good man. –I won’t pretend to know what either of you have gone through at the hands of Manticore…but killing the way you do…somewhere inside of you, you know what you’re doing is wrong,” she growled.
Ben glared at her and gripped her arm once again and began pulling her along.
She was slightly surprised at the fact that, despite how angry she was making him, he wasn’t gripping her arm hard enough to break it; oh, she would have one hell of a bruised arm, but she wouldn’t have any crippling injuries from his grip.
He pulled her once again into an abandoned building.
He released his hold on her after he locked the door behind him.
He sighed and placed his gun onto some surface that was within reach before turning to her, “I am doing what I was made for; what I was taught!”
Liz snorted at that, “Please, I’ve seen the ‘class’ requirements. I work at fucking Manticore! I’ve heard what the classes were like. There was no Serial Homicide 101!”
He glared at her and said through gritted teeth, “Don’t pretend you understand. Don’t pretend that you know what it’s like to be a soldier. Don’t pretend you know what its like to have a mission.”
Liz shook her head, “See that’s what you don’t understand. I am mated to a soldier! I live with soldiers everyday of every week; 24/7. I know soldiers. Hell, I grew up with a soldier and let me tell you something…none of them relish in the constant kill.”
Ben was silent as he looked at her.
“I know what it means to have others die to protect yourself and others. I was there when my brother killed to protect his family, but I was also there when he couldn’t sleep at night afterward; when he couldn’t eat. Michael knows how to kill and will if he has too, but he doesn’t do what you’re doing! –He is a soldier!” she said earnestly.
“Everything I do is for her!” He said sincerely.
“Her who?” Liz asked.
“The Blue Lady! If I fight for her; get her their teeth she will protect me, my siblings, you and everyone else. She will fight off the nomalies. With every kill, every gift she gets stronger!” he said gravely.
Liz half sighed and half glared, “Why did you leave, Ben?”
Ben just looked at her with cold eyes. He wasn’t glaring, but she could tell that he was getting irritated with her.
“You’re trying to tell me that every staff member hasn’t heard of us and our escape?” he asked irritated.
Now she was getting irritated. He was worse than Michael was when he didn’t want to answer any questions.
“I’ve heard the stories and the supposed facts, Ben. But obviously I am asking you…why did you leave? If being a soldier is who you are and then why leave the place that made you a soldier?”
Ben studied her for a bit. She could tell he was debating whether or not he was going to answer her; then the debate was what he was going to say. He finally spoke after a good five minutes.
“Being a soldier was all I knew. We were their best,” he gave her a sarcastic smile, “Believe it or not; they were easier on us than the others in some aspects. Sure (,) we got trained harder and things like that,” he shook his head and sighed, “But all of the experimental stuff was given to the others before us.”
Liz just watched him, “You were pretty high up there in rank in order to know that.”
She already knew he was SIC from her talks with Lydecker, but she knew that it would give him a chance to open up about things he probably wouldn’t have otherwise. She had never thanked her years of experience with ‘Stonewall’ Guerin so much in her life, as she was right now.
Ben gave a small smile, “SIC. Zack was CO. –It wasn’t so bad you know. We were kids…we got to go outside and burn off the energy we had. We were given food to eat…it may not have been the best food, but it was food. We got clothes to wear. We slept in the same room as our families…our units.”
Liz noticed the far off look in his eyes.
“It didn’t get bad until our first mission. –One of the bad parts about being their perfect group…we went on a mission before the others…we didn’t know what to expect,” he sighed and closed his eyes.
“I was 10. Zack was 12. –Maxie was the baby at 9,” he opened his eyes and looked her in the eye, “You ever heard of what we did?”
Liz nodded and a light went off in her head, “You’ve been replicating the mission.”
Ben nodded, “Being the best has its advantages. We were trained to achieve perfection. No mistakes.”
She looked him in the eyes finally grasping some understanding, “Manticore would have known it was one of your siblings from the killings. You want Manticore to know that it’s you. Why?”
Ben turned his head away from her for a moment before turning back to her, “Why did they have you looking for me?”
Liz sighed, “We’ve been over this! They wanted me to find out what is wrong with you and to see if it could affect Alec!”
“There is nothing wrong with me!” he yelled.
Liz shook her head and took another step toward him, “No, you just hate yourself!”
Ben looked at her incredulously, “What the hell are you talking about?”
Liz had a look of understanding on her face, “You hate it out here because nothing makes sense to you. I have been trying to figure out why you give them your barcode.”
Ben scoffed, “So I sign my work; war is art. So what?”
Liz shook her head, “No, signing your work would be tattooing them after they were already dead. Don’t you get it, Ben? In some way you are trying to end your own pain! If you kill someone with your barcode it’s like killing yourself; ending the pain; ending the confusion. The only problem is that every time you kill you turn yourself just a little bit more into the monster you feared as a child!”
She could see his defenses cracking and breaking. He’s had no one to talk to; no one who understood; no one who thought past making him pay for what he’s done.
“I am not a nomalie!” he bit out, “You’re getting awfully brave for someone who I could kill in a matter of seconds.”
She took one last step towards him, leaving her only a foot from him.
“You won’t kill me…you can hear my baby’s heartbeat. You can smell Alec on me. You can even smell Claudia on me, I bet. And both scents are similar to yours…you can’t help but categorize them as family; me as family,” she said seriously.
“Besides,” she shrugs and held up her hand and aimed it at the wall that was spray pained with the words ‘mission’, ‘duty’ and ‘discipline’ on it and let her power free. Ben jumped as the wall exploded and then looked at Liz with wide eyes.
“I can defend myself just fine, Ben.”
He looked back at the wall and then back at her, “You’re a nomaly.”
She smiled at him sadly, “No, I’m not, Ben. Your nomalies were created in the walls of Manticore. I was born and raised in Roswell, New Mexico. Science gave me that ability, much like it gave you yours. Don’t you see? I understand what it feels like to have to hide what you are just because no one else would understand.”
Ben looked back to where the wall had once stood. She knew he was looking for those words. They were what gave him some kind of understanding; comfort.
“It’s okay, Ben. You don’t have to do this to yourself, to other innocent people, anymore,” she whispered.
He looked back at her with tears in his eyes, “I never should have escaped. Everything made sense there.”
She shook her head.
“No, Ben, even I know that it didn’t make sense back then with everything that they did,” she said soothingly, “but you can help me make Manticore make sense for you now; for the others; for the next generation;” she gently took his hand and placed it on her stomach, “for your niece or nephew.”
He looked at her stomach and then at her as tears fell down his face, “I’m a good soldier.”
She smiled at him gently and then pulled her brother-in-law into a hug, “I know, Ben, I know.”
Ben wrapped his arms around her and held onto her tightly.
“Do you think she hates me?” he asked softly.
Liz pulled back to look at him in confusion, “The Blue Lady?”
Ben shook his head, “Maxie.”
Liz gave a near audible gasp, “Oh, Ben. –I don’t know.
Ben sighed, “Even if Maxie forgives me, Alec and Claudia wont. Alec is going to kick my ass for more than just this.”
“Yeah, I am!” said a voice behind them.
They both turned to see a very pissed off Alec.
tbc...
Also!!! If anyone knows the correct spelling for nomoly would you mind letting me know!