Disclaimer; No, sadly I still do not own the wonderful Mutant X, because if I did, Shalimar and Brennan sure as hell would have at LEAST kissed by now. Which they HAVEN'T, dammit, so I obviously don't own them. I also don't own the poem that Brennan recites. It's Envoi, by P.H.B. Lyon, and I own no rights to it.
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The door was locked. It wasn't anything that Brennan couldn't get past with ten seconds and a paper clip. There was the occasional advantage to being an ex-thief after all. He pushed the door open. Lorna was strapped to a chair, unconscious and bleeding from her mouth. Aisha was in the car seat that Lorna had bought for her on a table. Brennan didn't even look around as he stepped quickly into the room and headed straight for his baby. That was a mistake.
The punch caught hem completely unaware. He recovered quickly and looked for the enemy. He hadn't even checked before going in, a stupid mistake on his part. It was one that could have gotten him killed if this agent had felt compelled to simply shoot him. Brennan shook it off. This particular agent HADN'T felt compelled to simply shoot him and he WASN'T dead, so he wasn't going to dwell on it. You can't go through life with the 'what ifs' and 'might haves' of your life hanging over your head because the possibilities could drive a person insane. He faced off against his enemy, a tall black agent. His electric prod was by his side, but he made no move for it.
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Jacob Evans didn't like weapons. Guns or any other, like the cattle prod that he had by his side right now. He could use them, was an excellent shot with the gun, and could easily wield the little sparking stick, but he felt that there was no honor in them. When forced to, he would use the vile things, but he preferred hand to hand combat. It was so much more satisfying to kill your opponents with your bare hands. It was this hatred for guns that had kept him out of the military, from enlisting and becoming a soldier. He drew his weapon and saw the elemental stiffen, ready to dodge or fight should he try to use it. He calmly de-activated the cattle prod and set it on the table. He then face Brennan and raised his hands in a combat position.
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Brennan stared at the agent. This guy was weird. He had never faced an agent that had set down their weapons and faced him in a fair fight. He narrowed his eyes and took his own battle stance. There had to be a catch. He was hiding a weapon or something.
The two stood there for a moment, staring at each other, each sizing up his opponent. "Powers only. No weapons," said Evans shortly. Brennan gave a affirmative nod to show that he understood.
At the same moment they both attacked. Evans threw a punch, and immediately Brennan used his rocket launchers to launch himself into a flip over Evans's head. Evans didn't make the same mistake as the last guard and dodged out of the way, Brennan's electricity missing him by mere inches. Brennan wondered if he had been watching the previous fight. Evans and Brennan went at it again, with just their fists this time.
It seemed to Brennan that it was more of an intense sparring match with Jesse than anything else, because neither of them were landing any of their punches. They flew apart, Evans's eyes turning feral and Brennan charging up his electricity. Brennan flung the electricity and Evans used his feral strength to jump straight up in the air, avoiding the attack. He landed right in front of Brennan who responded with a roundhouse kick straight at his head.
For once, it actually connected, although Brennan had only clipped him. It was enough. Brennan took advantage of the agent's momentarily off-balance state and kicked him in the ribs. Evans doubled over, trying to breathe. Brennan charged his electricity one last time and shot it straight at the agent. He was thrown against the wall, and he slumped to the ground, unconscious.
Brennan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Blood was running from it from the initial punch that had caught him off guard entering the room. He was breathing rather hard, but he knew that there was no time to catch his breath. He was going to be swimming in agents in a minute. He rushed over to the still wailing Aisha and scooped her out of the car seat. Almost immediately she calmed down as Brennan held her tightly and rocked her.
"Hey there, baby girl! Don't scare me like that OK?" he scolded her softly.
"Brennan!" he turned around to face a worried looking Shalimar. "We got to go now; this place is crawling with agents! As soon as you got in here they were all over the place! We got to get out of here and NOW would be good!"
"Right!" he called back to her as he placed Aisha back into the car seat. "Let's go!" Both of them ran out into the hall. They met up with Jesse and Emma, who were also running for the exit.
"We'll cover you, you need to get the baby out of here!" Emma gasped as she ran.
"Right!" Brennan yelled back, not willing to argue when his daughter's life was on the line.
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(While they were escaping...)
Evans groaned as he woke up. His whole body hurt. He looked up. The child was gone, and so was the father, but the woman remained. Not enough to keep him out of stasis. 'Well, they won't be able to put me into stasis if I'm not here now will they?' he though wryly as he struggled to his feet and limped out. He wouldn't return.
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Brennan stood, looking down at his little daughter. She was resting peacefully in the cradle Emma and Jesse had brought from one of the safe houses. He felt as though he could stare at her for hours. He heard a noise behind him, but couldn't seem to tear his gaze away from Aisha. He felt Shalimar's slim arms go around his waist and her head rest on his shoulder as she stood behind him and also gazed down at his daughter. "Adam told me to give you this," she said, slipping a piece of paper from her hand to his.
He looked down at it. "What is it?" he asked absent mindedly.
"Her birth certificate," she replied.
He opened it and looked at it for a long moment.
"Aisha Abigail Mulwray," he smiled at Shalimar as he read the name aloud. He then glanced at the spaces for 'Mother's name' and 'Father's name'. He frowned. "Shal, I've been thinking. Do you think that I'm being fair to Aisha?"
"What do you mean, Brennan?" Shalimar looked up at him with a confused look.
"What I mean is, do you think that I'm being fair to her. I'm sentencing her to a life without a mother, a life of running and hiding. I don't know if I'm ready to be the kind of Dad that she deserves, Shalimar."
"Sentencing her? You make it sound like a life with you is a term in prison, Brennan," Shalimar frowned at him.
Before he could answer Aisha started to cry. Brennan immediately scooped her up. "Aww, don't cry, Aisha. What's the matter?" he whispered, rocking her. He looked up at Shalimar. "She just ate, she's not wet, and I don't know what's wrong." Aisha just cried harder. "Shhh. It's alright," he cooed as he continued to rock her and she continued to cry. Brennan felt that he was just proving his point. He couldn't even figure out what was wrong with his daughter, and here he was thinking that he could actually RAISE her?
Brennan wasn't sure what came over him next, but suddenly he started to recite a poem. He wasn't sure why, exactly, other than the fact that poetry had always made him feel better when he was upset. So he just started to say the first thing that came into his head.
Earth puts her colours by,
And veils her in one whispering cloak of shadow;
Green goes from the meadow,
Red leaves and flowers and shining pools are shrouded;
A few stars sail upon a windy sky,
And the moon is clouded.
The delicate music, traced
In and out of the soft lights and the laughter,
Is hushed, round ledge and rafter
The last faint echoes of silence creeping;
The harp is mute, the violins encased,
And the singers sleeping:
So, now my songs are done,
Leave me to-night awhile and the starlight gleaming,
To silence and sweet dreaming,
Here where no music calls, no beauty shakes me;
Till in my heart the birds sing to the sun
And the new dawn wakes me.
The poem ended, and Aisha's cries had long since stopped, and she was now peacefully sleeping in her father's arms. Brennan grinned triumphantly.
"Brennan, if you had just seen yourself, you would have known, without the slightest doubt that that girl belongs right here with you." Brennan blinked in surprise, and looked up at Shalimar. She was looking straight back at him, with tears glistening in her eyes.
"Do you really think so?" he asked unsurely, looking at the sleeping baby in his arms.
"Absolutely." And sure enough, there wasn't the slightest bit of doubt in her voice.
Brennan settled Aisha back into the cradle and took Shalimar into his arms. "Well, if you say so."
"I do." She wet her lips, and then gazed hungrily at his. He leaned fore ward and...
The door opened.
Adam was standing there, and the two quickly broke apart. "Am I interrupting something?" he asked in an amused voice. The two just shook their heads and glared at him. "Well, then, I need to know what it is that you want to do, Brennan. Are you going to keep the baby?"
"Yes," Brennan said determinedly. If Shalimar believed that he could do it, well, then, so did he.
"Then you have two choices. Stay here at Sanctuary and become a slightly less ACTIVE member for awhile, or, I can put you two into the underground. What will it be?"
Brennan looked at Shal, who met his gaze full on. "I'd like to stay here. With my family," he said, gaze never straying from the love of his life.
"We were hoping you would say that!" chirped Emma and Jesse from behind Adam with a matching set of grins. Brennan slid his arm through Shalimar's waist and pulled her closer to him.
"Me too," Shalimar added, grinning up at him.
Brennan grinned back at his friends. "You thought I'd leave all this fun behind? No way!" he joked.
And, although no one noticed, down in the cradle, Aisha waved her tiny hands through the air, leaving trails of electricity, as her brown eyes glowed a feral yellow.
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 Why yes, I am evil! Why do you ask?
Rockergurl; I'm done my very first fic! SWEET!
Kitta Cat; Joy. This hasn't been TOO painful. ... Well, actually, yes, it has.
Rockergurl; Aw, it wasn't THAT bad.
Kitta Cat; Compared to the fic your CURRENTLY working on, no, it wasn't that bad.
Rockergurl; Oh, shut up.