Broken Reflections (Multi,XO,UC,ADULT) {WIP}

[Angelic]

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Title: Broken Reflections
Author: Angelic/Vix
Email (and msn): vm265@mdx.ac.uk
Category: Dark Angel/Supernatural Xover - Liz/Alec, Dean/Isabel - Other pairings will come later
Rating: Adult (though could turn Mature later on, we shall see... two lots of Jensen in one fic could be dangerous to my health)
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell. I do not own Dark Angel. I do not own Supernatural. I suggest buying Roswell on DVD. I suggest buying Dark Angel on DVD. I suggest watching Supernatural on the WB (of course I'm not American so we won’t question how I've seen the pilot) All I ask in return for not owning these three shows is a pair of Jensen Ackles boxers... preferably his favourite pair
Summary: Takes place after season 2 Roswell, season 2 DA and the pilot episode of Supernatural. Unable to deal with Max's part and Tess' ultimate betrayal, Liz along with Isabel leave Roswell and head to Seattle which is in the middle of turmoil because of the stand off between humans and transgenics, while Dean and Sam are on the search for their father. Of course the fact that they all meet up and that Dean and Alec have the exact same face has nothing to do with it... does it?
Author's Note: Yes I know I've not finished With Eyes Closed... please feel free to beat me. But this is in my head, and it’s very much stuck there! Supernatural goings on led me to think about the FBI... and that led me to think of Roswell... which led me to think about Dark Angel... which led me to think about Jensen... and here we are Don’t be mad please Also this will be from various PoVs - cept for the prologue. I'll point out who the PoV is per part

Prologue

It certainly is an interesting thing at times, life and the people on this planet. They wake up, go to work, come home and go to bed only to do the same thing all over the next day just to get these paper things that themselves aren’t worth anything at all. Paper after all is just paper that is made and used constantly. It’s worth far more to a person as a tree giving out oxygen and helping to preserve life. But that of course is too simple. After all why take it easy, why live like equals and preserve what is good and lovely. No, things should be made complicated and difficult to give what is meant to be purpose to life. The paper is seen as value, and exchanged for various goods and produce depending on what you want. Perhaps a mother who does her weekly shop at the local supermarket. Or some overpaid guy in a suit looking out for any new hookers on the street corners. But overall this is what the people here do just to gain a sense of normality.

To be honest I find Normal to be a load of bullshit. People claim doing this routine is what makes them normal, and happy and safe (well maybe not the men buying the hookers: they are happy for five minutes but will probably end up with some STD that neither you or I want to know about) but to be normal is just a state of being... an ideal of the mind that is never really true. Because to be normal there would need to be a base line for this normal to work from, but as the world turns and changes every day, being normal would have to change every day. Which would then also mean that if you were normal on Tuesday you would be abnormal by Thursday. That’s just the way it seems to work.

Plus, no offence to those trying to live like that, but I find that normal is just so... boring. I've seen things in my short life that would make your eyes probably fall out in shock, or maybe your hair to fall out, I'm not sure. There are things in the world that remain hidden and just beneath the surface, things that you have to pretend not to know just to remain in a safe little bubble of protection. But lets be honest, everyone knows about them on some level. After all who could miss out Aliens from another planet with basically magical powers, transgenetic beings that could kick your ass faster than you can blink, and supernatural mojo that happens around here all the time just like vampires and werewolves. There is so much that if you tried to miss it I think you would need to have an IQ of minus 1000. And as that isn’t possible (unless of course its Tess we're talking about... that girl is more stupid then a cat making love to a chicken).

Perhaps I should explain myself. I stand in the shadows while my friends live out their lives, but unlike the rest of the world, they embraced the abnormal. Each one is different, each one has a different gift to bring to the world, even those that have no magic within them to speak of, they still aim to protect the world. It is hard on all of them, having lost something dear to them being when they were just children, or as adults, or even if they never lost something because they were born with everything taken from them already. And it becomes even harder because as they have grown, new betrayals are learnt, reasons for death and loss becomes even more apparent than before and even I have lost a little bit of myself in the process, though we have all also gained from it. A mother, a friend, a son... lost because of others greed, hatred and mistrust.

Today we stand on the verge of something bigger than ourselves and so far removed from normal. The possible beginnings for those of a transgenetic background to begin to live in harmony with normal people. The possible beginnings for the healing of the aliens who have been betrayed and hurt by one of their own kind. The possible beginnings for those who chase after the supernatural to understand actions of a loved one who has disappeared.

But of course to even understand what it is that I'm talking about I'll need to start from the beginning, which is slightly difficult because this isn’t my story to tell. I stand in the shadows and watch how others embrace their differences, though its taken them a long time to do so. So I shall tell this as best that I can, and if I miss parts out I'm sorry in advance. So I shall rewind to a time before two people of different worlds find out they are more closely linked then even brothers, to before a time that broken hearts are healed and fall in love, and to before a time when so many of us were linked together and became a close group of friends. I shall return us to the cliffs in Roswell in which a space ship has just taken off and the ultimate betrayal of the original group has taken place...

[Angelic]

I've been at work for the past two days straight so imagine my surprise when I come to find SO much feedback! You guys are totally amazing! Well part one is being organised as we speak and then it shall be sent off to my amazing beta Kail (who I shall try to convince to join the boards seeing as hes such a sweet heart indeed!) And because he is too gramma-matic for his own good that will take maybe 15 minutes and then... it shall be posted.

So because I dont have work this weekend (trust me its bad enough to work 13 hour shifts during the week ) I shall estimate about tomorrow afternoon. Tho at the same time I need to post for With Eyes Closed... but I need to organise myself on that one.

Anyhoo what was only meant to be a short "OHMIGOD YOU GUYS ROCK SO MUCH!!!" post has turned into an authors note so I better go and change da title So till 2morrow my prettys, adios!

P.S. Liz could have both Alec and Dean but ya know it would cause some interesting complicating wierd stuff and well... as this is gonna be complicated enough as it is I shall keep it as is for now if thats ok ^_^

[Angelic]

Thank you all for you amazing feedback ^_^ Sorry this part is a bit shortish, but the first few parts is me setting it all up really, before introducing the DA and SN gang to the mix! Thanks again to Kail for beta'ring too, tho I still need to get him to join ^_^ I will, give me time. Also on the topic of the poll... hehe you guys are so wrong its not funny :-p You will never guess correctly at this rate Anyhoo enjoy part one!

This part is clearly from Liz's PoV


Part One

Location: Roswell, the Desert

Four pairs of eyes looked expectantly towards Max, while my own just seemed to look towards the ground. I wasn’t really sure what it was exactly that I should feel at this particular moment in time only that one thing was clear as day; Tess killed Alex, and Max let her get away. Oh, and that little hussy is pregnant with his child! That was all I could concentrate on, all that I could actually focus anything on before I would fall apart. These caves, this Cliffside had seen many of my failures in life and thus... I needed to escape.


"What happens now, Max?" That was Isabel's voice. I wasn’t actually looking at her, but I could hear the longing for answers in the tone she gave. She too felt the pain of Alex's death as deeply as I do, and today has just made it as fresh as if we had just found out once again. I turned my head slightly to take in her appearance though without being overly obvious as I didn’t want to gain more attention to myself.


"I have to save my son..."


Location: Oregon/Washington State Border


Okay, so you may ask how I've gone from being down in New Mexico to all the way up here just outside Washington. Well I shall tell you, but it’s a rather funny story in a stupid sort of way. You see as soon as Max said that fateful sentence about saving his son, I went a little mad. So much that I started yelling at him, asking him why he couldn’t save us, couldn’t protect us against that stupid little bitch and their so-called protector when they rolled into town last year. He got mad too and yelled back at me as well.


Flash Back


"Well if it wasn’t for you Elizabeth Parker and getting yourself shot then none of this would have happened and we would all have been happy in our lives. In fact perhaps I should have left you to die!”


End Flash Back


He didn’t mean it, I could see the regret that he had afterwards, but you can’t take back words. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words certainly sting more than you could imagine. Of course after the whole future-Max thing I had grown, I wasn’t the same silly little girl who even a year ago would have probably run away crying. Nope, I punched the son of a bitch in the face and stormed off. That was the last time that I saw him, which was probably about a week or so ago, time hasn’t really made much sense to me lately.


So, why am I here you’re probably still thinking. Or maybe your thinking Max is an ass, I wouldn’t blame you for that at all... but you see I'm not alone. You see, rather than just storm off home and fume for a few days before picking my life up again, the thought of just leaving Roswell forever became more and more appealing. And so I, mousy little Lizzie Parker, stole Maria's car. Stole it, packed my bags, and was preparing to leave in the middle of the night. And I would have gone alone if it wasn’t for the fact that just as I was pulling out someone opened the back door, threw her own bags in there, before hopping into the front of the car and putting her seat belt on.


Flash Back


"Okay, you can go now, I'm ready." Isabel just gave me a look as if to say 'if you don’t start the car I'll start it for you without having to move'


"Isabel, what about your bro..."


"Don’t, Liz. Just drive, please"


End Flash Back


And not being one to disappoint, I did drive. Had no clue where to drive to, between us we barely had any money, and damn me and Isabel have never seen eye to eye on anything since the beginning of this entire mess. But there was one thing that we had in common, and as he was gone I suppose that means that for now at least all we have is each other to turn to for comfort. Maybe I should have sent her away, but misery loves company, or so I've been told, so who am I to deny myself the chance to be miserable without being judged? I'm not even 18 yet, but the whole world has expected me to be upbeat about everything. No more I'm telling you now!


So anyway, why Washington? Well I don’t actually know. There was something calling me this way, something important and vast, and all I know is that as soon as we hit the border I felt an almost... peace pass over me. But it was so disturbing that I stopped the car and pulled over before actually going into the state. There’s no fear of anyone knowing this car is stolen, so I'm not too worried about stopping even for a moment. Isabel changed it in Utah; it’s now a deep blue, and looks almost brand new, with California number plates. The two of us now just look like we’re on a road trip for the summer, but at least even if Maria's mum by some miracle doesn’t report the car missing, Jim wouldn’t even be able to find us through curiosity.


Sorry I've gotten myself a bit off topic here haven’t I? So yea I pulled over, slid out of the car and am now sitting on the bonnet staring at the "Welcome to Washington State" sign. There are no cars because its 3am, and Isabel is asleep in the car so I've no worry about her questions. There is something in this state that is drawing me in, I just don’t know what it is yet. I don’t feel scared though I know that I should. I feel warm, comforted, and almost as if I've been listening to this call my entire life, even if I've been ignoring it. And at the same time a pair of deep green eyes appear in my mind’s eye, that look so warm and loving, while at the same time haunted and disturbed. Shaking my head to clear it, I slide off the hood and walk back into the car, sit down and start it up once again.


"Hmmm... Liz why have we stopped?" I turn to look at the blonde and see her sleepily look back up to me. I offer a small smile, before driving past the sign.


"Just deciding where to go next is all. I'm thinking... Seattle..."

[Angelic]

Yup I'm back, with what I hope is a part that you will all enjoy. This time its an Isabel PoV, but its slightly longer, and I hope well worth the wait. Thanks again for all your amazing feedback, it means so much to me!

Anyhoo thanks again to Kail for beta'ring (and I WILL get him to join, he's resisting at the moment, perhaps he needs encouraging ) and enjoy ^_^

Part Two

Location: Just past the Washington State line


She thinks that I was asleep when she was on the car top. Sorta obvious seeing as I had my eyes closed the entire time, but what Liz doesn’t seem to understand is that even though she hides it, her emotions and aura wash off of her in waves. Its not a gift I've really noticed before of course, but I think over the past two years as I've grown up, grown in love and in friendship that this whole dream walking thing took on a new side of me so that I can see who people are.


And Liz is a beautiful shade of chocolate, much like the eyes my brother once talked about for hours and hours on end. Of course lately that brown has become slightly dull, tinged with greys and blacks. I'd like to make an excuse and say that I had no part in the change within her, but of course I am. Because being that I am one Isabel Evans, alien princess extraordinaire, her involvement, much like Alex's, much like Maria's, has meant that any involved in my life are just doomed to die. Okay so maybe I'm being bitter... maybe its the fact that I use the word "I" far too many times in the day. But the truth is that there was always a reason to never let humans get involved. Because in the end this secret... what I am... will only ruin anyone I allow to get close to me.


So the big question I guess would be why did I get in the car in the first place? Hell how did I know Liz was gonna leave town? Well I'll tell you if you care enough to listen. Because when Liz punched Max (something that had me cheering on the inside) I could see Liz's aura go from chocolate to streaked with a violent red, but in the background was a soft silver... a colour that in my own mind has always made me think about trying to allow the inner you come out. However I knew at that point that Liz, wanting to be herself, couldn’t take place in Roswell. So I took a lucky guess and hoped to meet her as she was leaving.


And I did. Perhaps you all expected a real reason for me to be in the car with her. Liz and I are not close. To be honest the only thing keeping us together is the thought of Alex. Yes, I realise you would expect me to talk about him more, about pain and loss and love, but for that you shall wait. Its too hard, too new to actually talk about yet, to want to share with others yet.


Anyway I've wandered off what I was discussing, haven’t I? So yeah... Liz thinks that I was sleeping. But no, I could sense her. There is something calling her, an invisible force pulling her towards, I guess, Seattle. Though as far as the news has portrayed, that is a place full of freaks. Not that I can talk of course being not of this world, but transgenetics from some government funded program escaped and now live there... in their hundreds. No one would believe it but there were pictures, actual live footage on the news. Portrayed as hateful killers that don’t belong on this world and should all be exterminated.


That of course is a load of bullshit. They are blamed for a mistake by the government; they are human beings, albeit different to most humans, but that seems to be a popular trend no matter what end of the country you're living at the moment. I don’t know the full details though, seeing as it was taking place at the same time as the whole Tess/baby thing. However I did see something semi interesting; a girl using one of the camera cops to slide into a building. Impressive I think.


But still... Seattle? A city abused by the pulse, and now controlled so closely that I believe that prisoners have more freedom. The whole Northern area is kinda hit, but good old Roswell is so far south that we have lived safely our entire lives. And even if I'm slightly warmer at times: I'm still the ice bitch that people love to hate... that means I want hot baths, CLEAN water, shoe stores... I'd argue with Liz, but she’s my ride, and its nice to defy my brother this way.


I reach down to the stereo and tune into a station. A song comes out, but I think its already half way through. The beat is nice enough, but the words effect me slightly, and seeing Liz stiffen in her seat, I know that it does to her as well.


Do you see what I see
Why do we live like this
Is it because it's true
That ignorance is bliss
Who are they
And where are they
And how do they
Know all this
And I'm sorry so sorry
I'm sorry it's like this

I reach back down again and change the station. Instead some nice Jazz floats through, no words to focus on to think about. Not saying anything to Liz, I lean back in my seat again and tap my hands against my jeans. I realise it was my choice to come with Liz but its a bit uncomfortable at times... after all like I've said before, I'm not close to her... and its not like we've actually had anything to talk about for the past few days, other than discussing food and money. Which I should probably wave my hands over my $1 bills and make them... well worth more if you catch my drift. Oh don’t look at me like that, what can I say? We needed money, and I offered my gifts.

Liz offers me a smile for a moment, before giving a slight yawn. Knowing that it would be my time to drive soon, I pull my long blonde hair into a ponytail. Really I should probably get it cut but I love my hair so much. Honestly could you see me as a brunette with short hair or something? That would be... really weird! Of course its come into my mind to shave Tess' head if I see her again! Dumb cow. Liz yawns again pulling me from that evil thought.

"Time to switch?" She nods at me and pulls over. I open the passenger door and step out. Its night time at the moment but the sun will be rising soon, the air has the early morning smell to it which just lets you know. Another car goes flying by us blaring out Metallica (which I only know from knowing Michael for so long... I would never inflict myself to listening to it usually... honestly!) and for a moment my heart hits my throat. I blink and my eyes stay on the car before it disappears from sight.

"Are you okay, Isabel?" I turn and look at the smaller girl who is dangling the keys before me. Not sure what just happened, I just take the keys and offer her a cool stare; classic Ice princess. Not replying I just slip into the driver’s side and start the car up. Liz pops into her side and I put the car forward. Nothing else is said, and within moments she is fast asleep. And I'm just left thinking who the hell was in the car to make my heart jump so.


Song: They by Jem

[Angelic]

^_^ Right because this is gonna be your last part for two weeks (I know how terrible... Kail goes in on Tuesday and so I wish him lots of luck *he came on msn just after I posted the AN... typical*) I changed my mind for this part... and have given you an Alec part Enjoy, leave feedback, and adios my good friends for two weeks (perhaps I should do my coursework during that time then...)

Part 3

Location: Terminal City – Next to the flag

How I got to be here I don’t know, and why I’ve changed so much without actually realising it I’ll never understand. Don’t get me wrong: I’m still a cocky pain in the ass who loves to rub Max up the wrong way, like to scam people even if they are my friends and can’t understand why Logan constantly goes around like he has a stick up his ass, but its not the same as it used to be…

Oh, I’ve gotten a bit ahead of myself here, haven’t I? You probably have no clue what I’m doing or going on about. So let me explain a few bits and pieces about myself. I’m called Alec. No last name, no middle names that I can blame on my mother… just Alec. And I’ve only gone by that for a year or so. Before that I was a bunch of numbers, someone that no one else would miss if I disappeared, and in all senses I was a cold-hearted killing machine.

But then things changed and I’m out in the world, with people that consider me their friend, and people that I consider family. I know? What happened to getting a good lay just to have somewhere to sleep at night for free. Damn this whole being human and learning about myself crap. Okay, okay, I’m jumping ahead again I know, so I’ll continue explaining what I’m going on about.

Why was I a killing machine? Because that’s how they created me and every other transgenic in existence. Apart from maybe Joshua, but that’s a story for another time. Oh and if you didn’t know… transgenic; humans and other creatures created by this really secret group called Manticore. We are soldiers, commanders, decoys, spies, controllers and killers… and that’s just me. The various X series were made to be well… okay just look at me, if I were a woman I’d do me. And if Max had any common sense she’d do me too. But I’m not and she doesn’t so I’m stuck finding norms to do me.

Anyway, who’d sleep with me is beside the point. And really just me distracting from the entire topic, because just thinking of myself as a killer… being reminded of what it was like before, what I was like before. Max ran away, she escaped without a care to those she left behind. But I was left, and to make matters worse my twin escaped too. No 10 year old child should be tested and tortured as much as I and some of my fellow transgenics were, but we were. Punished for crimes that did not really exist and only because we shared the faces with those that left.

When I found out that Max was going to be my breeding partner I was nearly sick. I’d never admit that out loud or ever again, but I was. Because of her, her brothers and sisters, I suffered. And I always suffered because unlike the others that were broken, I’d always hold on longer, fight back harder, only to be struck down so much worse. I wasn’t broken inside until Rachel died, or at least when I thought she had. When she died for real I think I regained a part of myself, but I was still damaged goods.

All the same when I saw Max, I put on my cocky persona. I gave it to everyone, and I was always seen to the others as a happy go lucky lad, who enjoyed drink, sex and everything that came with it. No one knew that there was nothing to me inside, nothing that was possible to love at all. In my entirety I died that fatal day when Max left and I was punished. For a long time afterwards I couldn’t look at my reflection without seeing Ben… I knew that was his name because in the traitor class we had their names were given freely to us so we could get close to them if they were ever found again and to destroy them. But every time I saw myself I saw him, and rather than laugh at me like I was a fool, he’d smile.

So maybe I was a bit mad as a teenager, you cant really blame a guy for that, can you? The last time I saw Ben in my reflection was just after I was dragged back from my mission, from when I thought I had killed Rachel. I stared at myself for hours, and he just looked back at me. But it wasn’t Ben looking back at me anymore, it was someone else, older, stronger than me in spirit but broken too. It still wasn’t me, but he still looked like me.

After that I didn’t look at myself in the mirror for a long time. Quick glances now and then when I was in the outside world, for whenever I was going out with Max and her friends and knew full well that I’d be getting laid. But never closely, never more that 10 seconds otherwise I’d see him again. And I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to think that what I was really looking at was myself.

It was a year before I had really noticed any change in myself though. I was Alec, someone Max hated for destroying her and Logan, I was Alec, someone who Joshua hated because I nearly killed him, I was Alec, someone who the ladies ended up hating because I was a ‘love them and leave them’ kinda guy, and I was Alec, someone Logan hated because I hated him. When did it all change? When did Max stop seeing me as my twin and start to see me as a friend, her confidante… When did Joshua start to see me as a brother, someone who would always be there for him… I can’t say much for the ladies because, lets be honest, I still love them and leave them, though in the depths of my soul if I still have one left, I know that something will change that within me too. And as for Logan, so maybe I don’t hate him anymore, but I still caused him and Max heartache and I doubt I can ever fix that. No miracle or healing power on Earth will fix that.

Hours have passed since the standoff between the norms and the freaks. Most people are asleep now seeing as its 3am, but I can’t sleep, can’t talk to anyone at the moment, and can’t do anything but sit here and wait it out. Something is coming, something is going to change me again. I don’t want to be so broken anymore, don’t want to be so cocky and transparent inside. Events that I can’t control caused me to become nothing, and I want control again… even if I never had it in the first place.

[Angelic]

Thanks again for all the feedback; it helps me along great because I figure no feedback would mean that I wasn’t doing very well - lol! Also I had another friend of mine beta this one for me, just because its been over a week and well... :-p what can I say I just really wanted to post it

Anyhoo we're springing back to Liz's POV now... no Dean yet I hear you ask. Well don’t you worry, he'll be popping up soon enough, but it’s no fun if I say when

Part Four

Location: Seattle

So here we are guys, Seattle. Admittingly it’s been slightly anticlimactic because after all... I was expecting to feel some sort of completion when I got here. But no all I found was myself missing the fact that it never rains in Roswell. A girl like me does not belong outside in the pouring rain, this isn’t England for gods sake! Maybe I should explain what happened as soon as me and Isabel got here.

We came, we saw, it rained, my hair has gone frizzy, and I think Isabel's lost its will to live anymore. Clearly when you live in the desert your entire lives your hair adapts itself to that weather. And what can I say, I might be from the alien capital of the world, but I'm still a girl... my hair is very precious to me and Seattle clearly doesn’t understand this!

Alright rant off... figured I would again distract from the real issue here. It took another few days to get here but that was mostly because the car kinda... died. The jetta has been through so much that I'm surprised that it made it this far, even with moderations that Max and the others made to it over the two years. So... I stole a bike. A really nice bike too. Couldn’t tell you the make, its horse power, or if its a decent brand. But its blue. I like blue. So I assume its good. Of course I cant drive the bike but somehow Isabel can, something to do with a past boyfriend who taught her. I dunno really, but she drove, and I held on actually enjoying myself for the first time in two years.

Yes stealing is wrong. But it gave me this thrill to know that I was doing something wrong and not for someone else, just for me... well and Isabel, but that’s not my fault is it? Plus she told me she'd teach me to drive it as soon as we find somewhere to live and well you know... actually buy the next one. Which suits me fine because I don’t really want to make a habit of it just incase we get caught. Don’t want to be found, so I shall not draw attention to us.

Now I realise that the next question will be what am I doing now? I mean we're in Seattle, so obviously did I find what I was looking for. No... and the feeling sorta disappeared. Hence it being anti climatic. But (and I mean this aside from the hair killing rain) I think I'm gonna be happy here. Coz you know, anywhere is better than Roswell right this moment it time. Heh it wouldn’t even surprise me if Max didn’t even notice that I was gone! All I'd have to do is put a blow up doll in his bed and he'd think it was me. Yes bitter I know... I need to curb that now before it gets out of hand.

Anyway here I am standing outside of what I hope to be my future employment, Jam Pony. I guess its meant to be a play on the old pony express, but seriously Jam Pony? And as I enter I can already tell who's the boss, some interesting fellow going "bip bip". Its amusing to say the least but from the stares of his staff I can already tell what they want to jam and where. But the paper I borrowed (and here's me looking around innocently) stated that they needed staff. So here I am applying.

I almost feel nervous walking further into the building. That feeling is back, tho stronger and almost like I've been slapped in the stomach with it. I have to pause because I don’t want to collapse and not have the chance to get the job. It fades though after a little while, and so I continue to make my way towards bip bip guy. By this point he has a stack of packages in his arms, and while I try to gain his attention he doesn’t seem to notice me, damn being so short!

"Yo Boo, if you want to gain Normal's attention you should probably shove him on his ass, I know I would." I turn to the voice and see a young woman probably a little older than me smirking. She's rather pretty, with dark hair and large brown eyes, though dressed more like she wants to go clubbing than working here. I nod and hold my hand out for an introduction.

"I'm Liz Parker."

"Original Cindy, but you can call me OC sugar. So what’s a pretty young thing like you doing in a dump like this." I blink for a moment. Original Cindy... interesting name, its not like I'm gonna forget it any time soon at least. I smile at her before turning my head to watch Normal drop all the content in his arms onto the floor, and a few items I swear I can hear smash. Stifling a laugh I turn back to the other girl.

"Looking for a job, and it clearly sees like you could use the help, what happened to the other staff, it almost just seems like you and two other people here." OC pauses herself for a moment, which a flash of sadness and something else in her eyes not that I know what it is of course. Thinking about it however this room seems oddly familiar, like I'd see it somewhere...

"Have you not seen the news this week sugar?" I continue to look at her for a moment, until understanding dawns in my eyes. Of course the transgenetics used to work here. There was a lot of information along with pictures in my borrowed news paper, not that I paid much attention to it of course, as it was one of those tabloid post pulse papers full of crap. After all it had information on a recent plane crash that claimed that a guy pulled open a plane door from the inside while it was in the air. That of course is impossible!

"I... yea of course. I didn’t put two and two together."

"That’s ok Boo. Most people are too afraid to apply for a job here, so I was surprised to see you walk in. Yo Normal!" OC wandered off to stand over her boss who was still picking up his packages, to leave me standing there. I don’t really believe the hype placed around the whole government thing, unlike Isabel. She has lots of theories behind it but that’s her business not mine. Shrugging softly the next thing I know a bike is placed in front of me.

"Now you see here young missy. I'm only giving you a trail because my slacker of a worker here claims you were a friend of my golden boy Alec. Any friend of that glistening gladiator is certainly allowed to work here on the understanding you don’t take after her example. Your sector pass will be here tomorrow" Normal thrusts the bike handle into my hand, before turning around and walking behind the desk. I blink not even knowing who Alec is, though the name leaves a delicious feeling in my heart. OC walks back up to me and places a hand on my shoulder.

"I'll explain everything later sugar, just if Normal asks Alec is your lover or something. Now you and me are gonna go on break and have ourselves some coffee." With that she walks out the building. And who am I to argue, after all I need someone to teach me the ropes!

[Angelic]

Yes I am still alive. I have unfortunatly been a bit uninspired and overly busy with school. However I've got some down time... I'm gonna work on a few parts and send them off to Kail :-p so hopefully expect the next part to be read over by Saturday