Characters: X-Force -- Shatterstar, Siryn, Sunspot, Rictor, Cannonball, Domino, Warpath, Cable, Boomer, Moonstar, Feral, Magma, and Deadpool.
Pairings: Rictor/Shatterstar, Domino/Cable, Sunspot/Magma. Minor Warpath/Siryn/Deadpool and Cannonball/Boomer.
Genre: Alternate Universe, Action/Adventure, Angst, Drama, Romance
Rated: NC-17 for extreme violence, language, dark themes, sexual situations (het and slash), and character death.
Disclaimer: I don’t own a damn thing; I’m just playing for awhile.
Summary: A well known terrorist organization has made its move, and its dictatorship starts with the fall of the country’s greatest heroes. A few make it out alive, but they are on the run and in for the fight of their lives. Who lives and who dies? And where do you go when there’s no where left to hide?
Chapter Summary: Aftermath of the first night at the new base.
Part: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven,
A/N: If you don't like sex scenes, I put it ALL in part two so you can skip over it. Actually it's more like an almost sex scene, but whatever. If you're okay with that stuff, the link for part 2 is at the bottom of this page.
The entire building was silent when Theresa awoke. The sun had been glaring off of the stark white snow on the ground outside and was shining violently in through the window of her room. Such brightness first thing in the morning was nice, but hurt the eyes. Of course, it made more sense why it was that bright when she took a look at the alarm clock next to her bed; it was in the afternoon.
Blue eyes widened incredulously, and the redhead jumped out of bed. Terry had not slept that late in years. Cable always had the squad out of bed before eight in the morning – and that included on Saturdays – and even if they did not have training or a mission, her body had been so well trained at rising early that she could not sleep in even if she wanted to.
But she supposed sleeping for only four hours at a time in the piercing cold Canadian wilderness for nearly two weeks would do that. Terry had been injured quite a few times, and that combined with being on the run had absolutely exhausted her body. It had been one of those occurrences that she had not known exactly how much it had affected her until she actually laid down without fear of waking up to intruders.
Yes, waking to agents was obviously still a risk at that point, but she felt safer there at the already infiltrated hotel than she had since the attacks had started. Besides, most of her team was together now and they had left at least hundreds of HYDRA bodies back at the base when they had blown it up. It was just a small chunk of their army, yes, but it was still something.
And no matter how disturbing the thoughts of killing hundreds really was, she was able to sleep easy the previous night. Terry had a warm bed, clean clothes, had showered and brushed her teeth – the comfort was a definite help. While thoughts of Wade and the rest of her missing team mates did plague her thoughts, she was still unable to prevent exhaustion from taking over. And it felt good to be able to rest fully.
The thought of Wade made her frown; the HYDRA facility in which X-Force had been brought had succeeded in instilling fear upon them. The agents had made references to their missing squad, and, by the sounds of things, they had been captured already. If Cable had been with them, then it was very much likely the others had been too. And while Theresa now had an idea of what happened to Tabby and Dani – which was something she did not at all want to think about – she still had no idea what had happened to Wade. The sorrow and grief that accompanied the pretty much confirmed fact that the girls were dead was unspeakable. There were absolutely no words in the English language that could effectively describe the way it made the Irish woman feel, but on the other hand at least she knew. She was fairly certain now where they were and what had happened.
And sometimes – even if the truth did hurt like a bitch – it was better than not knowing at all.
HYDRA made it sound as though they kept all of their male captives. While she had no idea what it was that they kept them for, they were still at least kept alive – like Wade could die, anyway. But what did they want with them? HYDRA made it sound as if their physical condition was important, as shown with them rejecting Rictor being sick. There would be no point in simply imprisoning them if their fitness was taken into consideration. Would that mean that they were putting them to work? Were the males given jobs? She was unsure, and it terrified her.
Each of the boys in their squads had been ranked. Jimmy, Rictor, and Roberto had all been grouped together to go one place, while Shatterstar was restrained and to be shipped elsewhere. Then there was Sam, and Sam seemed to be an entirely different subject to HYDRA altogether. Theresa could think of nothing that set them apart, save for Shatty’s physiology obviously, so what was it that was determining HYDRA’s ranks?
The redhead shook her head irritably and willed the thoughts away as she went about her room looking for something to wear. If she continued to drill her mind for answers that she did not have, she knew she would only drive herself crazy. So Theresa shifted her thoughts to what she would do to occupy herself instead.
She had a generous amount of clothing strewn across her floor, and she had to look through it to find something that would not only fit, but look decent as well. Terry and Rictor had done a great deal of laundry when they arrived at the hotel. All of the rooms’ former occupants had left their things behind, so the pair had collected what was decent and washed it all. On any other normal day she would have thought sharing such things was a tad bit disgusting, but at that point in their mission they had not much of a choice. So she and the Mexican rounded up a massive cart full of clothes and brought them to their team mates. Domino, Sam, Bobby, Ric, and Terry had all been lucky in the sense that there was a lot of stuff lying around that could fit them. However, Shatterstar and Jimmy were not as fortunate, as there was not much besides sweats that could fit their larger physiques – Jim especially.
Theresa came across a pair of bikini bottoms on the floor and decided that she could use a swim. Of course, there was not a matching top that fit her; everything she found had been too small for her breasts, or too large around her ribs. So she settled with a dark green tank top and quickly got changed. She brushed her hair and neatly tied it in a bun on her head, and grabbed a towel before heading out of the room.
Her earlier suspicions were correct, and the rest of the hotel was still quiet. Not even the noise of a television set could be heard, and that was almost a frightening thing considering how big of TV junkies her team mates were. They probably had slept in like she had.
But when she reached the pool she realized that she was not alone in being awake after all. Shatterstar, like she should have guessed, was awake and already swimming lengths across the recreational pool. She tossed her towel down on a lounge chair and stood over the side with a grin; why ever bother watching the Olympics when she could just watch her mutant team mates? The warrior was doing the front crawl at a painfully fast speed in just a pair of worn denim cut offs.
“Ye havin’ fun there, boyo?”
He turned onto his back and approached her. “No, I’m bored.”
“How long ye been goin’ now?” she inquired.
Silver eyes scoped out the clock on the wall behind her and he frowned. “Six hours.”
“Anyone else awake yet?” she asked, dipping her toe in to test out the water. It was surprisingly warm, and she guessed that the pool was equipped with a heater.
“Not that I’ve seen. I’ve not so much as heard someone moving around the building yet today since sunrise,” he explained, and moved back to allow her room in. “Although I would suspect that Domino is probably awake. She does not bother with sleeping in, and I assume she’s most likely on that laptop again looking for things to assist our battle.”
“True,” Terry conceded and shivered when the water splashed up against her chest. “Aye! Now I’m fully awake!”
Shatterstar rolled his eyes, but smirked nonetheless. “It’s warmer now. You should have felt it this morning; the thermometer on the side read only fourteen Celsius.”
Terry shivered at the thought. “What, did ye fix it or somethin’?”
He nodded and floated backwards alongside of her as she began to swim. “It was cold and dirty. All I did was tinker with the filtration system for a shock and backwash. I also found a heater not in use, so I simply turned it on.”
Terry laughed. “I’m glad tah have ye around sometimes, ye know that?”
“I did not know.”
She laughed again. “I cannae believe ye’ve been down here for six hours. Well, I can, but still. Have ye not found any other trainin' equipment layin’ around?”
“There is a treadmill, a medicine ball, and some sports related equipment in the storage closet,” he frowned, and looked over at her as they swam. “I doubt anyone would want to play football or soccer in this weather though.”
“Ye never know with Roberto around,” Terry smirked. “Although, I’m sure the boys’ll end up dying for somethin’ tah do come this evenin’. Maybe ye guys can play in the lobby.”
“Maybe,” Shatterstar responded thoughtfully. Terry watched him out of the corner of her eye and noticed that he seemed different today than he had been in the last few days. She had her suspicions, but refrained from questioning him outright.
“So how did ye sleep last night? Ye look rested.”
He shot her a quick look before turning onto his stomach and changing to a front stroke. “I slept fine. I don’t need much sleep, you know.”
“I know, I’m just sayin’ ye look better than ye have.”
“I suppose you can say I had a good sleep, yes,” Shatterstar mumbled, and did not look at her.
She grinned, and quickened her pace to keep up with him. “Ye got everythin’ sorted out last night then?”
“I do not know what you are referring to. I had nothing to sort out.”
The redhead scoffed playfully and grabbed him by the ankle. “Aye, my bedroom is next tah Rictor’s, boyo. He left last night and went intah the room on the other side of mine,” she deadpanned. “Which is yuirs, and he never came back out.”
The warrior turned in the water and looked down at her hand. “Why are you pulling my foot?”
“You sound suspicious of me,” he remarked, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.
“Because I am,” Terry replied, and let go of his ankle. “Ye and I spoke, remember? I just wanted tah make sure everythin’ worked out for ye. I know ye still have a bit of trouble with emotional things, and…” she trailed off awkwardly, but grinned at him nonetheless. “Yuir one of my good friends, ‘Star. And I’d like tah think we can talk to each other.”
“Sure we can,” he shrugged, and looked up at the ceiling as he started a backstroke again. “You're my closest friend not including Julio.”
Terry caught up with him again as they pushed off the wall. “And?”
“Well how did things go!?” she exclaimed incredulously.
“You are being what I have heard Julio call Tabitha: a ‘fag hag’.”
Terry burst out laughing at that and she had to stop swimming to compose herself. Shatterstar stopped as well and gave her a curious look; but Terry could not question him about it. Her stomach absolutely ached from the laughter. Sometimes, the Mojoworlder was way too much, and she wondered if he ever realized how hilarious he was.
“Did I use that word in the wrong context?” he questioned.
“Nae...I…” she wiped at her eyes, and continued to shake as she laughed. “That was just…I did nae at all expect ye tah say that.”
“Oh, well I’m glad then,” he rolled his eyes and swam a circle around her.
“And I’m only bein’ a fag hag if yuir admittin’ tah what I suspect,” Terry replied cheekily.
“We…sorted things out,” Shatterstar muttered with yet another eye roll, and went back to swimming lengths, that time using a butterfly stroke.
“Sounds interestin’,” the redhead grinned coyly and caught up with him. “I know ye always tell me that ye can’t stand when I prattle on tah ye about my love life, but just so ye know I won’t mine if ye do tah me. You know…just tah return the favour.”
He snorted amusedly. “Who says I want to talk about it, Siryn?”
“Well why not?” she asked, continuing with her playful tone. “Besides, it’s better than talkin’ about all the sad things goin’ on, right?”
“I am under the assumption that it is not healthy to bottle up sad emotions,” he responded flatly, so obviously trying to change the subject. “I am not sad though because death does not make me sad.”
“That’s a lie,” she snapped. “Or do ye not remember anythin’ that happened this past week? Because I’m pretty sure ye were sad about Rictor.”
“He did not die.”
“And ye said if he didn’t ye’d tell him ye loved him,” she turned the conversation around again, and promptly swam in front of him to stop their movement.
“I told you, we talked,” he narrowed his eyes. “I think I now know why the other males on our team constantly complain about nagging females.”
She narrowed her eyes at him and folded her arms. “Can ye just tell me one thing, and I’ll leave ye alone?”
“You promise to cease your babbling?” a red eyebrow perked. She grinned and nodded, and the warrior slumped his shoulders as he sighed. “What?”
“Well the girls and I always wondered, ye know…” she trailed off, and shot him an amused smirk. “Do the vibe powers help?”
Shatterstar looked perplexed. “Vibe powers? In what way are you referring to?”
She stifled a laugh. “I told ye, boyo, my room is right next door. Now answer my question!” she moved in front of him when he tried to bail on her. “Ye promised! When ye guys do it does he use his powers?!”
Silver eyes widened comically, and he shook his head as he swam away. He effectively pushed around her back, but she easily caught the shy grin on his face – which only made her snicker at him. She was so happy that everything worked out for them; it was nice something did amidst all of the chaos. “Well!? Tell me!” she laughed.
“I’m not talking about this.”
“Oh come on,” she teased playfully. “It’s just Rictor…”
He shot her look, but did not reply. Before she could question him any further though, the pair was soon joined by Jimmy. The Apache man looked like he had just rolled out of bed, but had the same idea as them for a swim. It amused the Irish woman that for a team that complained so much about work outs so early in the day, they sure had the concept stamped in their brains. Even when they were not being told to do it, they all had the subconscious mind to continue doing so.
“What about Rictor now?” the big man asked through a yawn. Shatterstar sent him an annoyed look, so Terry winked at him.
“Nothin', he just snores loud. We heard him through the walls last night.”
Jimmy chuckled and shook his head. “Good thing I chose to sleep on the second floor then. Although I didn’t fare much better with Sammy in my hall.”
“Sam is the worst,” Shatterstar muttered and pulled himself out of the pool.
“Hey, where you going?” Jimmy questioned. “I was gonna ask you if you were up for some water polo, or something.”
“With two people? I’ll come back down when the others wake up,” the warrior looked down at his hands, and then frowned as he held one up. “I have been in the water too long. My skin looks wrinkled.”
Terry and James both laughed at that, and bid the Mojoworlder farewell as he grabbed his towel and left the lounge. The redhead made a mental note to go bug him later, but for now was content with the company of her best friend. Blue eyes watched as he climbed into the pool, and he grinned down at her. “How long you been up?”
“Not long,” she replied with a shrug. “Half hour or so.”
“So you slept well then?” his friendly smile was quickly replaced with a concerned frown, and instantly Theresa knew what was coming.
“I slept fine.”
“Ter, you haven’t said a word about your dad since I told you,” Jimmy stated bluntly. “I know you’re a tough girl, but it’s okay to grieve, you know.”
The redhead frowned, wanting to avoid that subject at all costs. “I’m fine, Jim.”
“Bull,” he rolled his eyes and neared her. “You always do this! And I know damn well that you’re not fine because I’ve been through the same thing and it’s not something you can just sweep under the carpet.”
That familiar pang of grief rolled like waves within her, and she looked away from him. “There are more important things tah worry ‘bout right now. I appreciate the concern, but mind yuir own business.”
Dark eyes narrowed down at her, and he shook his head irritably. “You are so impossible, you know that?! I care about you so god damn much, and all you ever do is push me away when I know you’re hurting! Why can’t you just set the stubborn bullshit aside for five seconds and just talk to me!?”
“Because I dinnae wanna talk!” she glared at him. “So dinnae force it outta me!”
“So that’s it? You just go around laughing and all that with ‘Star, and just pretend everything is peachy keen?”
“Everythin’ is nae peachy keen!” she spat. “But sometimes it’s a helluva lot easier tah pretend it is!”
Jimmy’s face softened, and he placed a hand on her shoulder hesitantly. “It’s not doing you any good. I hate to see you hurt yourself this way…”
“I cannae hurt myself anymore than I already feel,” she muttered.
Jimmy nodded. “I know.”
“I’m nae tryin’ tah be a jerk,” Theresa claimed just because she felt the need to.
“I would never think you are,” Jimmy promised her.
“It’s just that…Da’s always been in and out of me life, and it just hurts tah know that he won’t be coming back this time,” she lowered her gaze to the water surrounding them and shrugged. “I’ve been on my own plenty of times, so I’m just gonna have tah deal with it.”
“You’re not alone,” he assured her.
She shrugged. “He was always sayin’ that we shoulda spent more time together, and it only serves me right fer not takin’ him up on that. I always figgered he’d be fine enough with all those other kids that he had tah care for. They were better anyway. Weren’t goin’ around and blowin’ things up and gettin’ thrown in jail, ye know?”
“He didn’t think that way about you,” Jimmy scolded. “And you know that, Ter. He may not’ve agreed with the way our team operated, but he did not look at you that way.”
“I dinnae know about that,” she admitted. “Stuff like that just makes me realize how much of an effect Uncle Tom actually had on me. I’m just like him, but maybe more militant. And because of that I think maybe Da might…”
Jimmy pulled her close to his chest and hugged her. “Stop talking like that. It’s bullshit.”