Part 7

Their gowns had been replaced with white scrub pants and white tank top T-shirts. The girls didn't care for the T-shirts, you could see through them. They constantly had to cross their arms over their chest so their nipples didn't show.

After the boys had dressed they were taken back to the cells, when they got there the girls were still strapped into their chairs. Topolsky was waiting with them.

"Alright, we're moving today people, your moving up-town. We have new quarters all ready for you." Topolsky informed them.

"Why are we moving?" Max ask.

"Phase II, Dr. Hanson has performed all the test we need to date. If anything else crops up we can just run you back up here for a quick test or two. But from today on you're going to be housed in a different location."

Topolsky informed them. "And you belong to Yeager and I exclusively from now on. No more coddling from Dr. Hanson."

"Are we leaving this location for another one?" Max thought if they were outside they might have a chance at escape.

"No need for that, we have everything we need right here." Topolsky answered.

"And here being where?" Isabelle ask.

"About five hundred feet underground, you can't get out, so don't even think about it." Topolsky nodded at the technicians, they started to wheel them out of the room. "And the reason you can't use your powers, I know you where dying to ask," she smiled at them, "is because we've placed Titanium throughout the complex. They found out during the investigation in 1959 that Titanium prohibits your powers. We don't know why but it comes in handy for us now doesn't it."

"Well that answers that question doesn't it." Michael said to Max. They both knew that the Doctor had said all the aliens in the crash but them had died. But in 1959 they had a live alien, a conscious live alien to work with. Which brought up a lot of other questions.

They were rolled through a room with computers and other equipment down a long corridor. The halls were lined with doorways, some were open, others closed. They could see people moving around, they were all wearing white lab coats. They came to a large set of steel doors. There were two soldiers standing guard in front of the doors.

The blonde women spoke to the guards, "Topolsky, Access Code 2224-KT."

One of the guards turned to a panel in the wall, punched in some numbers and waited. After a few seconds a green light lit up the panel and a loud clanking noise was heard. "Access granted." The guard said. The door opened with a groan. It seemed to take forever.

Once the door was open completely they wheeled the teenagers through the door. Another long corridor, this one filled with soldiers every ten feet. Everyone was quiet, they knew their chances of escape diminished more and more the deeper they went into this maze of doors and corridors.

They entered another corridor and Topolsky stopped. There were lights crisscrossing the entire thirty-feet of hallway. You could hear a low buzzing noise. Once again Topolsky gave the same number code, there were no guards on this corridor, she seemed to be speaking to the air. Suddenly the lights went out, the buzz ceased, they entered the hallway. At the end was a large metal door. The same process was once again used and then the door clanged open. Inside this room was another monitoring room, exactly like the one outside of their cells. They were wheeled through another door, they were in a room that mirrored their old prison, although this room held only three rooms. Two on either side and one at the end of the room. These rooms were much larger than their former cells, they had the same small receptacle boxes, the long thin closets but these had larger beds, full size beds, but that was all, nothing else, and once again the motif was white, white with glass doors.

"Ok, have we done our math here, three rooms, six of us, what's wrong with this picture?" Maria questioned.

"Your right Ms. DeLuca, so it looks like we're gonna have to go with the buddy system." Topolsky said.

Topolsky walked to the first room she turned and looked at the technicians, "Subjects 001-ME and 004-EP go into Room A, Subjects 003-MG and 006-MD go into Room B." She had moved on to the second room, she stopped at the third room, smiled and continued, "Subjects 002-IM and 005-KV have Room C."

The technicians were busy wheeling each person to their respective rooms. Nothing was said as they released them and backed the chairs out of the rooms.  

"Home sweet home." Michael said as he looked around.

Maria turned to Topolsky. "No, this is not going to happen, I am not staying in a room with him."

"Get used to it DeLuca, this is your home for as long as we need you." Topolsky said. "I'm going to go over this once more. The whole point to this little experiment is to duplicate an entire new life form. One with the cunning and intelligence that we feel will come with joining our genes with theirs."

"My God, listen to her, it's Hitler all over again. You can't do this." Liz exclaimed. "Their trying to create some kind of master race. That's preposterous, it didn't work for Hitler it's not going to work for you."

"Ms. Parker you have to understand if their race found our world, then why not some other race of aliens?" Topolsky said, you could hear the emotion, the passion in her voice. "If they found their way here, then other races can find us too. Ok, granted these three aliens may not be our enemies, but what about their race back home? What happens if their relatives show up, what if their not as nice as these three young people, aliens that weren't raised in our society, on our world, what do we do then? What about other races, other aliens, what happens if their bent on destroying on world. What do you plan to do about it? Just stand back and let them destroy us, I don't think you want that do you?"

"But to use us this way, to humiliate us, use our bodies, steal parts of us to create this new stronger human race, is that the answer?" Liz questioned her. "Isn't there any other way?"

Topolsky moved closer to the young girls cubicle. "We've had over fifty years to think about this Liz, this is the only answer we could come up with. If you can think of something else, something that can protect us, just say so now, we'll consider it, frankly we're running out of options here."

Liz had no answers for her, but she still couldn't condone what they were planning to do.

When Liz showed no sign of continuing Topolsky started up again. "All right then, if we're done with the semantics, your new cubicles have some new features, you can control the lighting and sound by the panel to the right of your door frames, the green button is lighting, the yellow is sound, you want privacy you just turn them off, press them again, they come back on, but don't kid yourself, if we want to we can take control at any time. Dr. Hanson has informed me that we have no worries of contamination, you all checked out fine in the test he conducted, no diseases, and well to be quite frank, all but one of you are virgins. Plus, some more good news, all of you are quite fertile. So where do we go from here you might be asking yourself. We can do this the hard way or the easy way. The easy way is you let nature take it's course and you all do what you have to do, or the hard way, Yeager and I will have to help you out in that department. Which is it going to be?"

"You have got to be joking right, there is no way I'm sleeping with him?" Isabelle pointed at Kyle.

"Let's just get this straight, I didn't ask you too." Kyle said.

"Oh goodie, we're going the hard route, I was hoping that's what you would choose." Topolsky turned to the door. "Well people you got a few hours to get accustom to your new homes, I'll be seeing you soon."

As the door closed behind her Max turned to Liz, he could see the tears forming in her eyes. Instinct took over and he enveloped her in his arms. "Max, what are we going to do, you saw what this place looks like, we're never going to be able to get out of here."

"Don't give up yet Liz, there's always a chance." He gently forced her head back until he could look into her eyes. "Always."

"But what they want to do, I mean we've done everything they've ask of us, but this, this is just plain wrong. I can't do this." Liz cried.

"I'm so sorry Liz, this is all my fault, if I had just stayed away from you none of this would have ever happened." Pulling her head back to his chest Max tightened his arms around her.

"No, it's not your fault, I'm just as much to blame, I wanted to be with you, every time you pushed me away, I just came back." She looked up and smiled at him. "It's ironic, before this, when we were still just playing at you being your normal typical teenager…I…well…I thought of being with you," she blushed. "It's all I thought about, in fact, there were so many times I just wanted you to kiss me, hold me." Her blushed deepened. "You went on and on about the danger, but I didn't really believe it. I just thought you didn't want to be with me."He stared deeply into her eyes, "I always wanted to be with you, it's the reason I saved your life that day. Since the first day I met you I wanted you."

Liz smiled, "you did?"

Suddenly a shrill whisper could be heard from the other cubicle, "They're going to do it, I can't believe this, they're really going to do this!"

Hearing Maria made Liz realize everyone could hear what she had said. "Oh My God." She dropped her head to Max's chest again. She couldn't have been more embarrassed.

Max turned his eyes to the other cells. "We're gonna have to talk about this, we have to discuss what we want to do."

"What we want to do? Hey buddy, they haven't given us much choice here now have they. We haven't done what WE'VE wanted to do since day one." Michael said. "If we don't do what they want they come marching in here with their drugs and somebody is gonna get hurt."

"I repeat, I'm not sleeping with him. And I'm especially not breeding with him. Yuck!" Isabelle threw herself against the wall of the cell. "I can't Max, there is no way."

"Have I ask you to, no I don't think so, so just calm down will you." Kyle tried to reassure the girl. He might act like a jerk sometimes but a rapist he wasn't.

"I don't think I could do it either, I mean I'm only 16 for Christ sake, when I pictured my first time it wasn't in a laboratory and I wasn't one of the white mice ok." Maria was very close to losing control.

"Ok, then lets take a vote, Michael?" Max said.

"I don't want to see anyone get hurt again but, no, no way." Michael said. He turned and looked at Maria, she was shaking, he could see the fear in her eyes. He raised his hand and held it out to her, she looked at his hand and then looked up into his eyes again.

"Maria?" Max waited to see what she said.

She reached out and took Michael's hand, she felt him squeeze her hand, hard but it didn't hurt. She closed her eyes. "No, I can't do this."

"Liz?" Max looked down into her sad eyes.

"No, I say we tell them no." Max smiled at her, that wonderful, glowing smile, the one that told her everything was going to be all right.

"Izzy?" he said.

"Not in this lifetime," she said with anger.

"Kyle?" Max questioned.

"I'm with everyone else on this. It might land us in a lot of trouble, but there is no way." Kyle said.

Max cleared his throat and quietly said. "Ok, then its unanimous, we don't do it."

Part 8

Maria looked into Michael's eyes. "Hi…" She said."Hi yourself."

"What are we doing Michael?" Her voice trembled as she spoke.

"It's what we've wanted to do, it's the only way, I can't watch them hurt you again, I can't." He told her as he moved closer. She felt the bed move under him.

Maria couldn't take her eyes off of his lips as they came closer to her, so close she could feel his breath. This is what she had wanted, had waited for. She felt his lips press against hers, his lips were warm, warmer than she ever imagined. Her lips moved over his, fitting to them, tasting him.

Michael rolled over her, fitting himself to her. Her legs opened to accept him. Maria felt something hard against her stomach, something hot and rigid. Michael's lips opened and she felt his tongue run along the edge of her upper lip, she didn't even think about it, she widened her lips and allowed him access to her mouth…her tongue. She couldn't believe this was happening, everything she had every dreamed about this moment paled in comparison. In her dreams it wasn't this hot, the feelings weren't this strong. It made her head spin, she couldn't think, couldn't stop herself. She didn't want to stop.She moaned, "God Michael..yes…I've wanted this for so long.""I know baby, me too, me too." Michael ground his hips into her. She tried to move closer, tried to press that hardness to her. So close, just a little more and he would be where she needed him the most. She raised her hips even more off the bed, pressing herself deeper into him.

"Maria, touch me, please I need to feel you touching me." Michael groaned the words into her mouth. She raised her arms and slipped them around his neck, reaching up and running her hands through his hair, that wonderful spiky hair. He pressed into her once more, she clenched her fingers into his silken locks. She felt Michael's hands move up her rib cage, glide over her stomach, the sensation caused her nipples to harden.

"Yes…yes…please." She wasn't even sure what she wanted, but she knew she needed something, there was something just out of her reach. She pulled her hands from his hair and clutched his shoulders. Michael moved his lips down her jaw-line, dropping kisses as he went, he lowered his head to her chest. He opened his mouth over her skin and ran his tongue along the swell of her collarbone. His hand reached up towards her breast and he enveloped it with his palm. He lightly ran his fingertip over her nipple. She thought she was going to die. A sweet agony rose up out of her, from deep down in her soul. She knew if she opened her eyes she would see stars floating above the bed. She arched her back up off the bed and he brought his mouth down over her nipple, he swirled his tongue around the hard bead.Maria sucked air into her lungs, she hadn't realized she had been holding her breath, wanting, waiting for more. Michael lifted his head and waited for the cold air to hit her nipple, causing it to swell even more. He lightly drug his tongue over it again. "You like that huh?"

"Oh…My…God." Maria sighed. She opened her eyes and stared into his, they looked different, not as cold, not as dark. She smiled, they were actually twinkling."Do you want more?" he ask.

"I want it all, please Michael." She pleaded with him. She felt his weight shift on the bed again, he was moving lower, she felt his hands lightly pushing her legs up and apart. If he would have waited one more second, she would have stopped him, but he didn't, the next thing she knew she felt his tongue again, felt him stroke it along her lower lips, with one hand he reached up and held her lips open. She felt a added heat flowing over her, she realized it was Michael's warm breath. He suddenly placed his whole mouth over her. Her reaction was explosive, she brought both feet down on the bed and pushed up with all her might. She felt him lick her once, twice, and then she did explode, her whole body tensed up as ripples of pleasure washed over her. She couldn't hole back the moans that rushed up through her throat, she had never felt anything like this in her entire 16 years. As she slowly came back down she realized he was still nipping and sucking at her. She reached down and grasped his head between her shaking hands. "Michael, please, stop, no more, please." She couldn't take it, she couldn't breath, it was too much.

He moved up and over her again, gentle raining kisses on her lips. She could taste herself on him, it was sweet and spicy all at the same time. She knew she should be embarrassed, but she wasn't, she felt wonderful, she wanted him to feel it too.

Michael suddenly felt himself being pushed off of her, hard, roughly. He rolled off and prepared himself for her anger. He didn't know what he had done wrong, but he prepared the worst.

"Maria, I'm sorry." Michael said.

"I'm not." He looked up and she was smiling down at him. He didn't understand, he had thought she was mad at him.

Her smile grew and it suddenly turned almost teasing. "My turn" she said.

"You don't have to." He stammered.

If she hadn't known better she would have thought HE was embarrassed. But no, that couldn't be, this was Michael Guerin, king of the smart-asses.

She slowly slide her body down his, rubbing against as much of him as she could. "Oh but I want to," she boldly told him. She looked down, he was big, but then she thought, how would I know. She grasp him with her hands and slowly lowered her head. She kissed the tip of his cock and let her tongue reach out and caress him. She felt his body stiffen and jerk, and she smiled again. She had done that. She realized the power she held over him. She opened her mouth again and took him inside, running her tongue along the vein, he groaned loudly. He called her name… "Maria" she sucked, not hard, just enough to see if she could get another reaction… "Maria."She looked up again, he was looking at her with those same dark angry eyes. She pulled her mouth off him, she must have done something wrong she thought.

"Maria!"

Maria suddenly sat up in bed and looked around, Michael was standing at the end of her bed.

"I'm up, I'm awake." She said.

"You were moaning, I just wanted to make sure you were ok." Michael ask. "What's up? Nightmares?" Michael questioned her.

"No, not a nightmare," she blushed as she rolled out of the bed and Michael just stared at her. "Whatever." If she didn't want to tell him, fine, he wasn't going to ask again.

-*****-

Yeager stepped up behind Topolsky, she was watching one of the many monitoring screens that were scattered throughout the room. The screens showed the different angles of the cells. Every angle was taken into account when the plans had been drawn up for this place.

"So what's up boss?" Yeager ask. "How are we going to go about this."

Topolsky never took her eyes from the monitor in front of her. "Rewarding first, I think. Lets give them something, let them relax and then we start with the psychological program. They're too tense right now, they're not any good to us this way. Let them calm down and then we start, how does that sound to you?"

"Sounds fine, just as long as I get to play…soon." Yeager said."Oh you'll get to play, I'll be the good cop, you're the bad cop." She moved closer to him. I'm looking forward to seeing you work again actually. I haven't seen you work since Bosnia," she looked him up an down, lingering in certain areas. "I've missed watching you, especially watching you work with some of your tools."

He reached out and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her roughly towards him. "I've brought some of my best tools with me too."

"I can tell," she said grinding her hips against his.

"I always carry that 'one' with me." He grinned.

"Maybe we should go over all your toys beforehand?" She ran her fingertips up the side of his face.

"Now?" He ask.

"Right now I have to go over some things with my assistants, wouldn't want them to get too lax you know." She ran her other hand around his hip and stroked it over his ass. "I wanted to ask you, did you bring the oil you used in Paris?"

"Don't I always answer your special request." He answered her grope with one of his own. He moved his hand inside her lab coat and slid it up under her top. She wasn't wearing a bra, just the way he liked her.

"Good, I have something special in mind for it." She stepped back and straightened her top. She turned and started to walk away. "Meet me in my rooms at midnight, the door will be unlocked."

He laughed as she left the room. He turned and started watching the monitors again. He smiled when he noticed the small blonde sitting in a corner while that punk Guerin lay back on the bed, the sound was turned down but he could tell they were arguing again. He couldn't wait to get started on them two. He smiled again as he imagined making her scream, and making the boy watch. He was really looking forward to this.

-*****-

Michael turned and laid down on the bed, he rolled to the back of the bed, pushed himself up on one elbow and with his other hand he patted the mattress, "come to bed sweetie."

Maria picked up the pillow closest to her and threw it at him, hitting him in the face. "You wish," she said. "I'm not sleeping with you." <My God if he only knew what she had been dreaming about.>

"Fine, more room for me," he stretched out and faked a yawn. "Don't know what your missing."

"And what exactly am I missing Michael, you tell me?" she leaned back against the corner and slid down the wall. "So, tell me, obviously one of us has done it, was it you?"

He jerked his head up and turned to look at her, "what the hell are you talking about?"

"Well you heard the Wicked Witch of the West, one of us isn't a virgin, I know its not me, and its not Liz cause we tell each other everything. So tell me, is it you?" Part of her wanted to hear his answer, but another part, hidden way back in the corner of her brain was churning with jealousy, what if it was him, did she really want to know. She remember the dream again, he didn't act like a virgin in her dreams.

"I am not discussing this with you." Michael laid back down, he knew if he told her the truth she wouldn't believe him. If he told her that he was a virgin she would laugh her head off. When Max was taking the vote and he had looked at her, saw her fear, he couldn't have stopped himself from taking her hand if he had wanted to. But he had wanted to comfort her, wanted that look to go away. He had liked that feeling, liked knowing that he could be the one to make her feel better, feel safer. But the moment was gone, they were back to snapping at each other.

"Oh come on, didn't the doctor ask you all kinds of questions during his test? I know he ask me about a million of them. I figured they were a standard form he was reading off of. A bunch of them had to do with sex. I told the truth, didn't you." She curled her legs up under her and waited to see if he would answer.

"You answered those stupid questions, why, what the hell we're you thinking." Michael heard a little voice go off in his head <liar, you answered those questions too you asshole, why are you yelling at her.> He rolled over onto his stomach. "What did you tell him about us?"

"Us, what us?" She said. <You know what us Maria DeLuca, the us that shared that soul searing, burn me to my toes kiss in the diner> she tried to make the voice in her head shut-up but it kept right on going. <I can't even talk about it with Liz, he thinks I'm going to tell a complete stranger.>

"You know, that kiss, that one in the Crashdown." He ask without looking at her. <stupid, why did you have to say it.>

Maria looked down, her green toenail polish was almost gone, she had just had it done the day before they were taken. "He didn't exactly ask about kissing, he kept calling it "heavy petting", made it sound like I was a dog or something. I told him no, I said that there wasn't anybody who…"Michael looked up when she stopped talking, her voice had sounded so sad, he wondered if she had that same sad look in her eyes again. "Anybody who what?"

"Anybody who wanted to kiss me." <My God how stupid are you Maria, why did you have to go and tell him that.>

"I wanted to."

"But you only did it to shut me up." Maria still wouldn't look up.

"Well yeah, there was that, but I could've just smacked you if I had wanted to shut you up bad enough." <Way to go Guerin, could you get any smoother.>

She jerked her head up, "you would never hit a woman Michael, so don't even try it."

"How do you know that, how do you know what I would do." Michael ask her.

She looked into his eyes and said quietly, "I don't really but, you just don't seem like the type to hit a woman, I mean you get angry sometimes, well a lot. But I don't think you would ever hit me."

"I'm not my foster father Maria, I don't hit women." Michael replied.

"Did your foster fath…" Maria was afraid if she finished the question Michael would stop talking to her. She was afraid if she pushed him too far he would withdrawal from her again."When I was little, he hit me a lot, but a couple years ago, I started hitting back, he didn't like that." Michael said, there was no emotion in his voice.

"I'm sorry you have to live that way." Maria felt like she wanted to cry. It explained a lot of his anger. It was bad enough being an alien, but to not have anyone in your life to love you was an even greater injustice.

"You want to know something, even as bad as it was, I would be happy to be back there right now." Michael said.

Maria smiled at him, "yeah I know what you mean."

They both heard the door open and reacted together, Michael sitting up in the bed, Maria pushing her way back up the wall.

A group of lab coated technicians came into the room, they were pushing large carts with tables on them. As they proceeded to set the tables up, more technicians came in carrying chairs and boxes. The unfolded the chairs and set them by the tables, the boxes were placed in the middle of the two tables.

Topolsky came into the room and shut the door. "Mr. Thomas please open the cubicle doors."

You could hear the click of the locks and their doors opened.

"It's ok, you can come out. I brought some things for you. Books, magazines, cards. A radio. I figured you needed something to occupy yourselves." Topolsky stood back from the tables and waited. She wasn't sure if they would come out while she was still in the room or not.

Max stepped out of the cell and stepped up to the first table. He peered into the box closest to him. He looked up at Topolsky, "why, you haven't given us anything to read or do for over two weeks, why now?"

"I thought you needed some down time. Just some time to yourselves. No test, no questions, just the six of you, doing whatever you want." She started to walk to the back of the room, stepping up to a wall panel that was wedged between Rooms B and C she pushed a small panel that stuck out about a quarter of an inch. The panel slid back into the wall. "There's a fully equipped shower room through these doors. If you want to bathe, help yourself. But I'm not going to lie to you. The shower is monitored at all times. I'm sorry but I can't give you any privacy besides your cubicles, you still have control over them."

"Unless you want to turn on the lights or the sound after we turn it off." Michael said.

She smiled at the boy, "Michael I'm not your enemy here, I'm trying to make this as easy as possible for you." She turned to the rest of them "For all of you."

"I thought you wanted us to choose the "hard way", I believe that's how you put it?" Isabelle moved out of the cell and joined Max at the table. The rest of the kids moved into the main room. They moved cautiously, they didn't know how to take this "new" Topolsky.

"I admit I have a tendency to get a little overbearing, but its because of the cause. I've explained it to you, we don't have much time here. But I've also come to realize that this has been very hard on all of you. One day your all living normal happy lives and the next your taken from everything and everyone you know and loved and dropped into a very difficult situation.

"And cards and books are going to make it better? Not by a long shot." Kyle retorted. "You want to make us feel better, let us go."

"Even if it was up to me, I couldn't, we've come to far to turn back. I'm just trying to help in any small way I can." She turned and walked towards the door. "Relax, read a little, listen to some music. We'll talk again tomorrow alright." She smiled and said goodnight and walked through the door.

Part 9

They had spent all day and into the evening talking about the things Topolsky had left for them. Max and Liz had fought for using the magazines, books and radio. The rest had argued that is was just another ploy to get something from them. Although Max agreed with this theory, what choice did they have. They had been here for quite awhile and they were getting bored sitting around with nothing to do. In the end Max had changed their minds. But they had spent the whole day fighting about it, and by the time they were done they had exhausted themselves from arguing the point.

When they realized that it was time for bed they had all sat and stared at each other, none of them wanted to be the first to go back to the cells and crawl into those double beds.

"We could switch." Isabelle suddenly blurted out. "I could sleep with Max, Michael can sleep with Kyle and Liz could share with Maria." The girl smiled; in her mind she had solved their dilemma.

Michael made a snorting noise. "You really think their going to let us do that, no chance of us "breeding" if we're not sleeping with the opposite sex. They'd be in here pulling us out of bed in a second."

"Well do you have a better idea, Mr. Smart-Ass?" Isabelle ask.

Michael said nothing. Max tried to calm his sister down. "Believe me Isabelle, if we could we would switch, but Michael is right. There is no way they are going to let us change the sleeping arrangements."

Isabelle threw herself out of the metal chair, "fine, but I'm not sleeping with him." She stopped at the door to her cell, turned and looked at Kyle, "you can sleep on the floor."

Kyle tossed the magazine back on the table and stood up, "wish me luck, I'll probably freeze to death tonight." He followed Isabelle into their room, he watched as she tossed a pillow and a sheet to the floor. He bent over and snatched up the sheet. He picked up the cloth blanket that she had taken for herself re placed it with the sheet.

"I'm taking the blanket, that floor is too damn cold to just lay on a sheet. The cold will come right through it." He kicked the pillow closer to the wall and wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and dropped to the floor. Reaching up he pulled the pillow under his head.

The light went out as Isabelle smacked the control panel. She didn't bother with the sound button, if one of the others needed them during the night she wanted to be able to hear them. She mumbled a goodnight and flopped down on the bed. Can her life get any worse, she thought.

-*****-

Max turned the light off as Liz crawled into the large bed; he had given her a choice of which side of the bed she had wanted, she had chosen the side against the wall. One thought kept rolling through his mind, <how the hell was he supposed to sleep beside her, listen to her breath all night long?> He didn't think he was going to get much sleep tonight.

Liz was having trouble controlling her own thoughts. She could do this, she knew could. She turned on her side facing the room. If they stayed on their own sides and didn't touch she might be able to fall asleep. <yeah right, who was she kidding.>

The mattress gave as Max joined her on the bed. He lay on his back staring up into the dark room. She could make out his face in the shadows. <just close your eyes, close your eyes and take a deep breath.>

Max could hear her draw in a long breath. He realized she was just as affected as he was. <it was going to be one hell of a long night.>

-*****-

"I'm not sleeping on the floor, forget it." Michael ground out as he rolled to the back of the mattress.

"But Kyle is." Maria hissed. "He's gentleman enough to let Isabelle have the bed."

"I never said I was a gentleman. Hell that floor is freezing cold; why should I sleep there when we have a perfectly good bed. There's enough room for two of us." With that said he turned his back on her.

"That's not the point and you know it." Maria knew she was getting nowhere with this conversation, but she had to try. After her dream this afternoon she didn't think she could sleep next to Michael and actually get any rest.

"Either you get into the bed or sleep on the floor either one, I don't care, just turn the light off ok, I'd like to get some sleep." Michael grumbled.

Maria walked over to the light control and punched the green button, the room went dark. She stood there staring at the bed, as her eyes adjusted to the dark she could make out the outline of Michael's body. "He never listens…NEVER! I don't know why I thought he would." Michael could hear her mumbling as she crawled onto the bed and tried to get comfortable."You better not snore, you hear me, you snore and I swear, I'll smack you." Maria said as she pulled the covers up over herself.

-*****-

The man sat at one of the monitors in the control room. He was alone, everyone else was either asleep or off doing their jobs. He looked over his shoulder at the exit doors and waited. When he was satisfied that no one was coming, he pulled the small box out of his boot and held it in his hand. It looked like a small pager, identical to the millions that were used by everyday people. He punched in a series of numbers on the small keypad in the center of the black box. The same numbers that he had punched in every night for over two weeks now. [Evythg ok sub r 5x5 wil cntct wen al redy]

Shearer hit send and returned the small device to his boot. Everything was under control. So far the plan was on schedule. Now if only his people had taken care of their side of the situation. Unfortunately he wouldn't hear anything from them until the time was right. He sat back and returned to watching the monitors. All the rooms were dark, you could hear the even breathing of all the subjects. It had taken a few hours, a lot of sighs and much gripping coming out of Room B, but they had finally fallen asleep.

-******-

Maria moved the radio dial trying to find something. Nothing. Just one station, and all it played was oldies. No DJ's or commercials. Just songs from the fifties and sixties. She turned to the others. "I can't believe this. How can they expect us to listen this stuff. My mom listens to this crap."

"It's not that bad, its better than nothing." Kyle mumbled as he looked through a car magazine. He finally looked up, "I didn't realize how much I missed listening to music."

"If you can call that music." Maria sat down and reached across the table for a Vanity Fair magazine. They were all out of date by at least 6 months but she wasn't going to complain. On her waitress salary she hadn't been able to afford them, so she hadn't read any of them yet.

Too bad Isabelle didn't feel the same way.

"Couldn't they haven't gotten us anything more up to date. These clothes are already out of fashion." She threw the magazine back on the stack and slumped into the nearest chair.

"Beggars can't be choosers." Liz said as she turned the page on the copy of "Earth Science" magazine she had found.

"It's not like you have anywhere to wear them anyway." Kyle told her. He didn't have a good night, the floor had been hard and the blanket did nothing to keep out the cold.

None of them had gotten a good nights sleep, they were all tired and some of them just plain grouchy.

Michael turned the music up louder, too loud. The others just turned and glared at him, "what?"

"Don't you think that it's a little loud?" Max ask him.

"No, I don't think its loud or else I wouldn't have turned it up, now would I." Michael reached up and turned the dial a bit more.

Isabelle stretched across the table to turn it down. As she reached for the dial a familiar tune began to play. She drew her hand back and they all turned and looked at each other. As the tune went on smiles began to form on their faces.

(Stop)

Oh yes, wait a minute Mister Postman

(Wait)

Wait Mister Postman

"MS. JOHNSON!" They all yelled.

Please Mister Postman, look and see

(Oh yeah)

If there's a letter in your bag for me

"Do you remember how many times she played this song in music class?" Maria said.

Gladys Johnson had been the ninth grade music teacher at Roswell Jr. High School, at one time or another they had all had her class. She had loved the songs of the fifties and sixties and had used them many times in her classroom.

"Yeah, way too many." Michael replied dropping his head into his hands.

(Please, Please Mister Postman)

Why's it takin' such a long time

(Oh yeah)

For me to hear from that boy of mine

Maria got up and grabbed Liz's hand, "do you remember the dance steps she taught us?"

The two girls started dancing, they each held the others opposite hands, twisting and turning with the music.

There must be some word today

From my boyfriend so far away

Please Mister Postman, look and see

If there's a letter, a letter for me

Max laughed as he watched them twirling through the steps, until Liz suddenly turned and pulled him up on his feet. Maria continued dancing by herself, but then her eyes landed on Michael, he knew that look of hers and he started shaking his head.

"No, no way, I do not dance." She didn't listen, she took both of his hands and pulled him up. He stood for a few minutes and rolled his eyes and shook his head at the girl, but she wasn't paying any attention to him.

I've been standin' here waitin' Mister Postman

So patiently

For just a card, or just a letter

Sayin' he's returnin' home to me

Kyle stood back and watched them, he turned and looked at Isabelle. <What the hell> Walking towards her he saw her turn her head and become aware of him advancing on her. Thinking she would try and get away he moved faster, he put his arm out to grab her. He was totally unprepared when she stood and grabbed his hand and walked toward the other four, pulling him behind her.

(Mister Postman)

Mister Postman, look and see

(Oh yeah)

If there's a letter in your bag for me

(Please, Please Mister Postman)

Why's it takin' such a long time

(Oh yeah)

For me to hear from that boy of mine

Everyone but Michael was dancing, no matter what Maria did he just wouldn't move. She put her hands on his and tried pulling them back and forth. It didn't work, so she placed her hands on his hips and twisted them to the rhythm of the music. She could feel him getting into it. With his hips slightly swaying and his feet firmly planted on the floor Michael was not really dancing, but Maria would except even that little bit. She laughed up into his face and Michael actually smiled back.

So many days you passed me by

See the tears standin' in my eyes

You didn't stop to make me feel better

By leavin' me a card or a letter

(Mister Postman)

Mister Postman, look and see

(Oh yeah)

If there's a letter in your bag for me

(Please, Please Mister Postman)

Why's it takin' such a long time

Max enjoyed watching Liz dance, she looked carefree, more like she did before all this had begun. He didn't like to dance, hell he knew he couldn't dance, but if it made Liz happy he would do it.

The music suddenly stopped. They all turned. They had all been so involved in the light moment that they never heard or saw the door open. Never saw Topolsky reach over and turn the music off. As if it was by unspoken command all the men stepped in-front of the women. Maria ducked her head out from behind Michael's body.

"What did you do that for?" she demanded.

The woman actually looked contrite. "I'm sorry for interrupting the dancing, but you can get back to your music in a minute. I just wanted to ask Isabelle if she would come with me for a moment. Please."

"Ask. You're asking now." Isabelle said snidely. She had been having a good time, for a moment she had forgotten why they were there.

The woman smiled at her. "It will only take about an hour, I'll bring you right back. I promise."

Isabelle looked to Max.

"What do you want to do?" he ask her.

"I'll go," then she smiled, "but do me a favor, try and teach Michael some other dance moves before I get back, he just looks so stupid."

"Bite me Iz" Michael said.

-******-

Isabelle had followed Topolsky through another set of winding corridors, they finally came to a door and Topolsky opened it and stepped through the doorway.

"Have a seat, I just wanted to ask you a few questions, get a bead on how your feeling right now." She said as she took her seat behind a large desk.

"I'm fine. Can I go back to the others now." Isabelle answered.

"I just have a few more questions." Indicating a plastic chair in front of the desk she motioned for the young girl to sit.

Isabelle looked at the chair for a few seconds, then finally sat down. She figured the faster she answered her questions the sooner she could go back.

"I was worried about you, you weren't close to Liz or Maria before this happened." Topolsky picked up a pen and twirled it through her fingers. "Not having another woman friend to talk too can put a lot of stress on you."

Isabelle raised her eyebrows at her. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You think I'm stressed because I don't have a girlfriend here?" said in astonishment.

Continuing to twirl the pen, she tried again to reach the girl. "I'm just saying that if you need to talk, I'm here for you. I understand your feelings of resentment. Feelings of loneliness."

Isabelle's eyes had dropped to the pen, she couldn't believe Topolsky, who the hell did she think she was, did she think Isabelle was going to tell her anything, open up to HER? She watched the pen as the woman kept rotating it back and forth between her fingers, the same motion every time, the same even rhythm with each pivot. Suddenly she felt very tired. She just wanted to go back to the cells and lay down. She could hear Topolsky going on an on about something or other. She couldn't remember what she was talking about. She just wanted to sleep, that's all she wanted. She never even noticed when she slipped into unconsciousness.

Topolsky turned the pen a few more times, she called the girls name, "Isabelle…Isabelle can you hear me." She lowered the pen to her desk. She smiled.Part 10

Liz moved slowly into the room, the technician who had brought her back pulled the door closed after him and a loud click was heard.

Only four people were sitting at the table, Isabelle was sleeping, she had returned from her meeting with Topolsky and had complained of being tired. Topolsky had ask for Liz next; it had been forty-five minutes since they had taken the girl out of the cell area.

Max moved towards her, Liz was very pale and her eyes looked bloodshot. He helped her to the table, he pulled one of the chairs out and she gently lowered herself into the seat.

Maria was worried about her bestfriend. "Lizzie are you ok?"

Liz leaned forward, positioned her elbows on the table, she placed her fingers on her temples and tried to rub the ache away. "I'm ok, I just have this killer headache, I don't understand one minute I was fine, the next my head was pounding."

"Do you want to lay down?" Kyle questioned. In the last few weeks watching Max and Liz together, he had come to understand how deep the boy's feeling were for her. He knew he could never compete with that. But it didn't mean he didn't care about her.

"Yeah, I think I'd better. I just don't understand, I've only been awake for a few hours, but I feel so tired. Liz looked up and saw the concern on their faces. "I'll be ok, all I need is a few hours sleep."

"Just like Izzy." Michael said. He leaned forward and dropped his voice to a whisper, hell, he knew they could hear them, no matter how low they spoke, but it made him feel better knowing they had to strain to listen. "That bitch takes Izzy out of here, she comes back looking like hell, next Liz, what did she do to them?"

Liz raised her hand, motioning it back and forth in front of her. "No, Michael, she didn't do anything, she just wanted to talk. She ask me a bunch of stupid questions about whether or not I missed my mom."

"With me it was missing my friends." Isabelle stated from the doorway of her and Kyle's cell. "She wanted to let me know that she was here for me." Isabelle snorted. "Like she was gonna be my new bestfriend or something."

"I still don't like it Maximillian, they both go out of here fine, next thing you know they come back acting like they can't keep their eyes open." He turned to the girls and ask, "Did you drink anything, eat anything?"

"No, she never even offered me anything." Liz replied.

"Me either, she just sat there at her desk. I just wanted to reach out and grab that damn pen out of her hand and stab her with it." Isabelle crossed her arms over her chest. She felt chills running up and down her spine. She shook her head to try and clear it.

"I know what you mean, she just kept twirling that pen through her fingers." Liz leaned back in her chair, "I've never wanted to hurt another person as much as I wanted to hurt her. I kept watching that pen, and then…I think I feel asleep while she was talking" "Me too, hell, the woman wouldn't shut up." Isabelle added.

A thought entered Max's head, "You both fell aslee…..Max never got to finish, the room was suddenly filled with a loud voice requesting that they all return to their cells.

"Later, we'll finish this discussion later." Max turned and helped Liz back to their cell. When all the doors were closed and locked the door was thrown open and Yeager stood in the doorway staring at them. After a few seconds he walked into the room, the same five technicians from before trailing behind him. They were pushing what looked like a large metal frame with chicken wire stretched acrossed it.

Yeager smiled and said, "time to play."

The technicians started removing the magazines and books, they placed them back into the boxes and carried them to the wall next to the door. The radio was placed next to the boxes. Next they took down the two tables, returning them to their carrying cart, they were pushed through the doors by two of the techs. The remaining technicians started pushing the frame into the center of the room. They placed it over two large metal circles that were imbedded into the floor. One of them spoke out loud for the first time, "activate magnets." There was a loud clang, the frame shook for a second. They stepped back from the contraption and waited for Yeager to proceed.

He walked towards Room B, he smiled as he stepped up to the glass and looked into Michael's scowling face, "You in the mood for a little fun, you, me and the little firecracker?"

"I'm not your litt…." Maria's words were cut off as Michael grabbed her."I'll play asshole, anytime. But your not touching her." Michael shook his head as he pulled Maria behind him. He could feel her trembling. If Yeager wanted to play, fine. But he wasn't going to hurt Maria again. He wanted to wipe that damn smile off this jerks face.

Maria clawed at his back, "Michael what do you think your doing? Pissing him off is not of the good, do you understand?"

Yeager started laughing, he couldn't believe it, the little one had more spunk then he had thought, oh this was going to be sweet.

"Let'em alone." This came from Kyle who just a few weeks ago would have been happy to see Michael or Max get the shit kicked out of them by this goon. But a few weeks can change a man.

Yeager ignored him. The jock was for another day, he wanted to play with Guerin right now.

"Unlock Room B." Yeager said as he turned his back and stalked back to the center of the room.

Michael pushed the door open and stepped out into the room, without even turning to face her he said roughly "stay here."

"Michael!" Maria hissed at his retreating back.

He turned and looked at her, "please for once would you just listen to me."  Maria searched his face, she couldn't believe he was doing this. She knew he was going to get hurt, and there wasn't a damn thing any of them could do about it. When she repeated his name in a whisper, he could barely hear her, but he could hear the pleading in her voice. He smiled, "just stay here, ok?"

He turned back to Yeager, he knew he was out of his element, but if he could keep this animal away from Maria he'd let him do whatever he wanted to him.

The others watched as Michael moved closer to Yeager, they understood what he was doing; keeping Yeager distracted from Maria. But they also knew that there was no way Michael could even think of taking this man on and remaining in one piece.

"Why are they doing this? How is hurting us going to get them their damn results, how do they expect us to "breed" for them if they hurt Michael." Liz whispered to Max.

"I don't think Yeager's agenda has anything to do with Topolsky's. I think he just likes to hurt people." Max pulled her deeper into the room. He turned until he was between Liz and the glass. He didn't know what was about to happen, but he didn't want Liz to see it.

"Do you really think that you can keep me from her? Do you punk?" Yeager's lips twisted in a sneer, he shook his head back and forth, did this kid really think he could stop him. "What, you think your some kind of superhero, is that it. Maybe on the outside, but down here, you're just another little shit."

Michael's brain kept repeating the same thing over and over again. <just keep your mouth shut, just let this idiot do what he wants> Hell he hoped that whatever he was going to do, he would just get it over with as quickly as possible.

Maria stood at the glass and felt her nails digging into the palms of her hands. For the first time in her life she prayed, prayed that God would keep Michael safe, <ok, he may not be one of your's but he's still a living breathing…thing…you have to help him.> She knew her atheist mother would be throwing a fit right now, but hell she thought, I'd sell my soul to the devil if it would keep Michael safe.Isabelle couldn't stop shaking. Up until this moment they'd had many moments in the last few weeks that could be considered "uncomfortable" some downright unpleasant, but this was different, this man wasn't Toplosky and her little psycho games. This was real, this was dangerous, Michael could be seriously hurt.

Kyle had seen Max pull Liz away from the doorway, he knew he should do that same with Isabelle, but he didn't know how to go about handling her. She wasn't Liz, she was a lot stronger, a lot meaner when it came right down to it. He reached up and took hold of her shoulders, "Isabelle, don't watch this, you shouldn't have to watch, ok."

She turned and snarled, "none of us should have to watch this, we shouldn't be here. We should be back in Roswell, at school, back with our parents. Not in this hellhole. I can't take this anymore, I can't…" her voice broke and he could see the tears rolling down her cheeks. "Oh God. He's going to hurt him"Kyle reacted without thinking, he brought her up against his chest, surrounding her with his arms, he pulled her tighter to him. He pushed her head down and said, "I know, believe me I know." He didn't know what else to say. He had never thought he would see this girl like this, emotionally broken. Not Isabelle, he had thought she was made of steel. He just held her and watched the nightmare taking place in-front of them. He listened as Yeager taunted Michael.

"You think you can just snap your fingers and she'll sit there like a little puppy, all doe eyed and waiting for her hero to return to her. Hell I can get her ass out her quicker than you can say shit." Yeager turned to the technicians and shouted "get her out here, now!"

Michael turned to stop them, he never saw Yeager step forward, never saw him bring his ham-like fist down on the back of his neck. First he heard Maria scream his name, but by that time he knew it was too late, knew he had let her down.

The technicians grabbed Michael before he hit the floor. They pulled him up and dragged him over to the metal frame.

Through the dizziness Michael felt himself thrown back against the wire that was stretched across the frame. He felt his arms being raised above his head and felt his wrist being pressed into cold metal… "Snap". He felt the same cold metal on his ankles… "Snap" He opened his eyes and found himself looking into Yeager's face, that damn smirk was enough to make him want to puke."Oh and one more thing boy…shit!" Yeager stated with a smile.Two of the technicians turned and approached Maria's cell. She didn't wait for them. She pushed the door open and stepped through. She marched right by them, she never even looked at them. Terrified beyond belief and tears openly running down her face she walked right up to Yeager and looked him dead in the eye. "You wanted to play dickhead, well lets play."

Part 11

"Maria!" Liz screamed as she watched her friend stand up to Yeager.

Yeager raised his eyes to the ceiling and shouted. "Close the damn cubicles down, would ya for Christ sakes. I don't need this whining crap!" He turned back to Maria as the cells went black.

"My, my we're full of piss and vinegar aren't we?" Yeager looked down into the young girl's face. He could see the fear, could see it flowing out of her from every pore, he could practically smell it. But underneath the fear was something else, something totally unexpected. Anger. A deep vibrating anger that made something inside of Yeager stand up and take notice. It had been a long time since he had seen this much anger in one of his victims. He liked it, liked it far more than he thought he would. Especially from this young girl. Hell, there had been a few men who had stood up to him, military men, psychotic terrorist types. They were able to maintain a shell of anger about them, but it had only lasted a short time. But he'd never seen a women filled with this much anger, and it was all directed at him. Unexpectedly he felt himself harden. That had never happened before, he had never gotten sexually excited about his play time before. At least not until after he had used the oil. For just one second he dropped the stony façade and stared back into Maria's eyes.

Maria saw the look come into his eyes, she didn't understand what it was…confusion, bewilderment, puzzlement, she wasn't sure, but she would use it to her advantage. "You have no idea what to do next do you? You expected me to scream and yell, didn't you? You expected me to come out here begging you to spare us, you want me to demean myself, don't you? Well that isn't going to happen. Go ahead, do whatever it is your going to do, but just remember one thing. You're a asshole, a huge asshole." Maria didn't know where the words were coming from but she wouldn't have stopped them if she could have.Michael hung against the frame, he was amazed. Amazed that Maria was standing up to Yeager, totally perplexed by her whole attitude. But he was also damn proud of her in that moment. He smiled.

Yeager saw that smile. He suddenly laughed out loud. He looked back at Maria and saw that his laughter wasn't doing a thing to stop the anger, no, it was fueling it even more. This was going to be so sweet.  

Maria reached up without thinking and tried to slap him. Her hand never connected with his face. He caught it too him and spun her around in his arms, she hadn't been prepared for that. Her body swung around until she was facing Michael, her back was pressed up against Yeager's body and his arm was twisted around her stomach holding her tightly against him. His other arm snaked around her neck. She sucked in air so quickly it almost made her choke.

Yeager pushed her up to stand in front of the metal frame. She couldn't move her head, she saw Michael glaring at Yeager.

"Bites doesn't it boy, knowing that I have her, and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it, doesn't it? Yeager taunted the boy. "She's a hand-full isn't she? Makes me jealous of you. Truly it does."

"Let her go!" Michael screamed. "She has nothing to do with this. She can't tell you anything."

"Who said I need anything from her, this isn't an interrogation, hell we have everything we need to know about all of you. No, this is just for fun, just a way to pass the time." Yeager moved his right hand up Maria's stomach, he rubbed it against her skin through the thin material of the tank top. "We're just going to get acquainted, aren't we honey?"

Maria squirmed beneath his touch, the anger that had pushed the fear down was losing its battle, the fear was taking over again. She tried to move her body out of Yeager's reach, but there was nowhere to go.

"Get the fuck away from her!" Michael knew he was losing control, but he couldn't help himself, the panic was starting to set in. Just knowing that pig was touching Maria was causing a ache in the pit of his stomach, an ache that was growing.

Yeager just laughed, he pulled Maria closer to him, he liked the way she squirmed against him. He felt himself harden even more. Unfortunately so did Maria.

"NO! OH GOD, let me go, get your fucking hands off me." She tried to arch her back, tried to remove that…thing from pressing into her spine. She hadn't thought of this as anything sexual, she had thought he was going to inflict pain on them, but feeling his erection pressed into her spine she realized it was another kind of pain he intended to put her through. She put all her energies into trying to get her arms free.  Yeager gripped her tighter, he moved his leg out of the way as she brought her foot up to kick him. He crushed her to him until Maria couldn't draw air into her lungs. In a few moments she calmed down, it was either that or pass out. She held her body against his stiffly.

"Ok, kiddies listen up, we're going to play a game, you know the one, remember it from Kindergarten? It's called Statue. The firecracker here is gonna stand as still as possible, no moving, no twitching around. You're gonna keep your ass in one place, do we understand each other?" Yeager let his arms ease up a bit. He felt Maria relax even more.

"Yes," the word came out of her in a rush of air. "No moving, I understand."

"I'm gonna let you go now, plant your feet on the goddamn floor and don't even think about moving em." Yeager said as he removed his arms from around Maria's body.

Maria sagged as she felt him step back from her. She tried to hold her body as still as possible. It was hard to do, she was shaking so damn bad. She looked up into Michael's eyes. <just think of Michael, Yeager doesn't exist, only Michael.>

She heard movement behind her, but she kept her eyes on Michael, she saw him glance up and then back to her again. She wasn't going to turn around, even though the fear was telling her too, Yeager had said stand still, so she stood there, waiting. For what she had no idea.

She wasn't expected Yeager's voice when it came, he was closer than she had thought he was. "Lose the top sugar." She felt his breath on the back of her neck.

"You told me to stand still, how am I supposed to…." He never left her finish. "Just take your damn top off or else I will, which will it be?" He had just a touch of annoyance in his voice.

She told herself to stop shaking as she reached down and pulled the hem of her shirt out of the scrub pants. The top came off easily. The cold air hit her and caused her nipples to tighten. She dropped the top and automatically covered her breast with her arms.  

"No way, drop the arms." Yeager whispered into her right ear, she automatically moved her head away. "That was a freebie," Yeager said, "move one more time and he pays."

Maria had no idea what Yeager meant but she didn't want to push him. She took a deep breath and dropped her arms.

Michael watched as Maria's face reddened. She had no reason to blush, he thought as he dropped his eyes to her chest. She was beautiful standing there, her breast were small, but just the right size for her body, her nipples were a dark dusty rose color, tiny but beautiful. And the look on her face, if she could maintain control during this, then he should expect no less of himself. He looked into her eyes and saw the fear there, she was scared to death, but she was not going to let Yeager see it. If she could do it so could he. He raised his eyes when Yeager moved again. He watched as one of the technicians poured some type of oil into Yeager's hands. He brought his hands together and rubbed them vigorously back and forth. He turned and brought both hands up on either side of Maria's ribcage. As he brought his hands in contact with Maria's skin she sucked in another lung full of air.

"You're gonna love this, one of my lovely little creations, just relax and enjoy yourself." Yeager said.

"Enjoy myself, I highly doubt that, your callus's are scratching the hell out of me." Maria's voice shook as she spoke.

Yeager moved his hands up over Maria's breast, he raised his eyes to Michael, "Ever done this boy, ever just ran your hands all over her body? Hell, you probably don't even know what to do with a woman do you?"  

Michael pulled his lower lip into his mouth, biting down, he tried not to let the demons escape, the demons that were fighting to verbally rip Yeager's head off. No, he had to remain calm, Yeager wanted him to react, wanted him to lose control. He wasn't going to play into his hands. If it had just been him, maybe, but he wasn't going to endanger Maria's life. He had to stand and watch as Yeager touched her. He felt something wet on his lip, he figured it was blood the way he was biting into his lips to keep still.

Yeager smiled again, "cat got your tongue boy? For somebody with a small brain and a big mouth you're awful quite today."

"Michael knows he satisfies me, he doesn't have to play your stupid little games." Maria tried to sound brave, she didn't think she was accomplishing it, but she tried to keep her voice even. She thought of the kisses she had shared with him, the feel of his hands on her body.

Yeager squeezed Maria's breast, pinching her nipples, not enough to make her scream but enough to cause her to wince. As he pulled his hands away from her breast, Maria felt a heat spreading out on her skin, everywhere his hands had touch was getting warmer. He moved his hands up and over her shoulders, rubbing the oil in as he went.

"How does he satisfy you, come on you can tell us?" Yeager soothed the oil into her neck, then bringing his arms down again, he brought them up her back, starting at the top of her pants. He turned and ask for more oil, he rubbed it in again and returned his hands to her body, slowly concentrating on the lower part of her spine, then moving up along the side of her ribcage moving into the center of her spine. He missed nothing, he spread the oil over ever exposed area of her body. "Does he touch you, does he spend hours touching your body?" Down one arm, up the other. Maria remained still, keeping her eyes on Michael. She watched as a coldness took over in Michael's eyes. It was as if he was turning to stone right before her eyes. <just stay calm Michael, please stay calm, he's not hurting me>

Yeager moved his hands down the inside of her pants. Maria reacted without thinking, she violently pulled away from him, screaming at the top of her lungs, "NO!" She turned and glared at him, raising her arms in front of her.

Yeager smiled at her, "I was hoping you would do that." Without turning he raised one arm in the air, "hit it."

Maria didn't know what that meant but she knew it wasn't good, she heard a buzzing sound and watched as Michael arched his body off the metal rack. She heard a moan come out of his mouth.

"Stop it, I won't move…just STOP IT!" Maria screamed."Yeah I thought that's what you would say." Yeager raised his arm again and said "ok, shut it down."

Michael body sagged again.

Yeager turned to Maria and said, "till we need it again."

"You won't, I promise you, I won't move again." Maria said. She turned and faced Michael again, he hung limply against the wire mesh. "Michael."

"I'm ok." That was all he said. His eyes were closed. He tried to control his muscles as he opened his eyes. He tried to smile at her, but it came out more of a grimace. His body was still tingling from the electrical current that had been shot through it.

"Drop the pants." Yeager stated.

Maria closed her eyes as a wave of dizziness went through her head. <she could do this, she could.>

She pushed her hands into the waistband of the scrubs and slowly pushed them down over her hips. When they were pooled around her ankles she stepped out of them and threw them to the side, they landed on top of her shirt. She stood there staring at the small pile of clothes and told herself to relax. <for Michael, just relax>

She pulled air into her lungs and slowly released it. Another wave of dizziness swept across her brain. She opened her eyes and ground her teeth together. She felt Yeager's hands grasp her hips and pull her back into him. He was still excited, she could feel his erection as he pressed his hips into the cheeks of her ass.

<Don't move,> the thought kept going through her head, <do not move.>

A flutter went through her stomach, it started low and flickered over her abdomen, it was followed by a rush of nausea. She swallowed it back down. She would not get sick, there was no way she was going to make this shit head happy by puking her dinner up. The heat that had started in her upper body continued into the lower sections, where ever his hands traveled, the warmth quickly spread.

Yeager leaned close and whispered in her ear, "Is it getting warm in here, or is it me?"

"It must be you…I'm act…actually a little ch…chilly." Maria told him. The words to an old commercial that she had seen on TV flashed a crossed her brain. 'never let them see you sweat.' Well, there was no way she could control her body. She could feel herself losing control. The dizziness, the heat, it was starting to overpower her. She was having trouble thinking straight.She felt the hands again, moving across her hips, down over her pelvic bones, he ran his fingers along them, suddenly he dipped his hands between her legs, his fingers catching on her pubic hair, yanking a few strands out as he rammed his fingers into her, she was dry, the pain caused her to cry out and double over. It took just a second for Yeager to raise his arm and yell "hit him again."

"NOOOOO…" Maria screamed as she fell to her knees. She jerked her head up as she heard the buzz again, then the nightmare was repeated, Michael had tried to tighten his muscles against the coming pain. It did not make it any better. The electricity surged through his body. He arched his back again, his fingers flexing and un-flexing. He couldn't control his muscles. Yeager waited for a few more seconds then raised his arms again and said "let'em go"Spasms went through Michael's muscles as the current was cut off. His arms and legs twitched for a few more seconds and then he hung limply again.

Yeager grabbed Maria by her hair and yanked her off her knees, she barely had time to straighten her legs out, she felt her feet find the floor and she pushed herself up, trying to relieve the pressure to her scalp.  

"Smell that, that's the smell of your boyfriend frying, don't cha just love that smell." Yeager inhaled and let it out. He chuckled as he pulled his hands out of Maria's hair. She wobbled but straighten herself up and stood rigidly staring up at Michael. She closed her eyes tightly and a single tear ran down her check.

Yeager snatched a towel out of one of the technicians hands and wiped the oil off of his hands, "Their toasted, take em back to their cell." He walked towards the door, when he reached it he turned and said, "it's been fun, hope we can do this again sometime."

He walked through the monitoring room and thought about the night ahead of him, he was headed towards Topolsky's room. The oil would keep him going all night, he hoped she was up for it. He whistled as he went down the corridor.

Part 12

Max watched as Maria walked up to Yeager, he was amazed by the words coming out of her mouth.

"Maria!" Liz screamed.

Yeager yelled to shut down the cubicles. Their room went black, silent. They couldn't see through the glass, no sound was heard coming from the outer room.

Max pulled Liz over to the bed, "I think you should get into bed, I don't think talking is the real reason Topolsky took you and Izzy out of here. I think she somehow hypnotized the two of you. I don't know why, but both of you falling asleep while she was talking to you doesn't make any sense. But we can't talk about it now, I want you to get some sleep" He turned his head he wished he could see what was happening in the outer room.

"Sleep? I can't sleep, Max he's going to hurt them, we have to do something." Liz pleaded with him.

Max felt so helpless, there was nothing he could do, no way he could help his friends. And somehow he had to make Liz understand this, without breaking her heart.

"Liz please, I don't know what to do, if I could I would be out there stopping this, but there's nothing I can do. Without our powers we're just as helpless as you, Maria and Kyle are."

Liz knew this, down deep in her mind she knew he was being honest with her. But in her small world, no matter how chauvinistic it sounded men protected their women. Men made everything ok, how many times had her mother uttered the words…'Your father will fix it, or get your dad to fix that for you.' But not in this world, not here. She lowered her head to Max's chest and let the tears take over again. She was tired of crying, tired of telling herself everything was going to be fine."We're going to die here, aren't we?" He could barely hear her voice.

"NO, we are not going to die. We are going to get out of here, I promise you, we will." Max tried to console her, even if he had to lie to her.

"How? There is no way we can get through all those guards, the security. We don't even know where we are." She rubbed her faced against his chest, her arms starting moving up his back, slowly rubbing, back and forth.

It felt so good, just to stand there and hold her, Max pulled her closer to him. He felt a familiar tightness in his groin. It was so damn hard sleeping next to her at night, hearing her breathe, watching her face in the dim light. So many time he just wanted to reach out and pull her too him. Just bury himself inside of her, so deep that nothing mattered, not this place, not what was happening to Michael and Maria; what would eventually happen to all of them.

"I don't know, but I won't give up hope, and neither can you." Max said. "If we give up, they win."

Liz raised her head and looked at him. "I don't care Max, I don't care if they win or not. I'm just tired, tired of not knowing what is going to happen to us."

He reached up and placed the palm of his hand against her cheek. Liz lowered her eyes, he saw her small perfect teeth tug on her bottom lip, she raised her face to his and said quietly, "I say we give them what they want."

"What?" Max ask, he couldn't keep the surprise out of his voice.

"She's right you know, we don't have a choice. We're just six kids that have no way of stopping them from doing what they want. Up until a few months ago the hardest decision for three of us was what am I going to wear to school today." She moved her hands to the front of his T-shirt, gripping the material she said, "We have no idea how to deal with this. Eventually they are going to win Max."

"What are you saying Liz?" Max couldn't believe he was hearing her say these things.

"I don't know what I'm saying, half the time I don't even know what I'm doing anymore." Releasing his shirt she moved her hands to his back again, she leaned her cheek against him again. "I'm just tired of all of us this. I want to be back home, back where the hardest thing I ever had to worry about was whether or not you wanted me."

"I know, believe I know." Max said soothingly. He reached down and put his arm under her knees, picking her up he moved to the bed.

"Max what are you doing." Liz said.

"I'm putting you to bed, this is all too much for you, Topolsky, Yeager, you need to rest," he told her. He placed her in the middle of the bed, when he tried to pull back she wouldn't release him.

"Only if you lay down with me?" She said.

He looked down into her eyes, no he couldn't do this, being in the same bed with her was too hard. "Liz that's not a good idea right now." He looked up and saw the pleading in her eyes. He lowered his head and laid his forehead against her's. He groaned. "Your making this so damn hard."

"It's not hard, it's easy, I want you Max, I've always wanted you, and I'm so tired of pretending that I don't. I know you want me, I can feel you staring at me at night. I can feel you wanting me too." She tilted her face up, their lips were almost touching. "Please Max?"

"Oh God Liz, their probably watching us, watching us right now." Max quietly said. He didn't think he could breathe, he tried to draw more air into his lungs, but it felt like he had a band of steel wrapped around his chest.

"I don't care Max, I don't care about anything but this." She reached up and placed her lips against his. She felt his lips quiver, it was so small she didn't know if she imagined it or not. She reached out with her tongue and stroked it over his bottom lip. He released his breath into her mouth, his tongue followed it. He leaned into her and just let himself enjoy the feel of her tongue, her sweet breathe invading his mouth. It's almost as if they were feeding each other the oxygen they needed to survive.

"Max, yes, please…" Liz moved over and pulled him down onto the bed with her.Using his elbow to hold himself up, Max pulled his head back and looked at her. "Are you sure Liz, do you really want to do this?"

She answered him the only way she knew how, reaching up she pulled his shirt off, throwing it on the floor she sat up and yanked her's off, it joined his on the floor. She turned back to him, shyly she moved her hand to his chest. Running her fingernails over his nipple she smiled. Turning over onto her stomach she placed her lips to his chest and kissed him. Opening her mouth she let her tongue trail along the same exact spot her lips had been. Moving slowly up his chest she took his small nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. She shocked the hell out of him when she took the small nub between her teeth and lightly bit down. She heard him suck in air. She did it again. A moan escaped his lips. She lapped at it with her tongue, soothing the sting away. Pushing him down she moved closer and rubbed her breast acrossed his chest. He felt her nipples harden. Max couldn't keep his hands still, moving them up to her hair he ran his fingers through the long strands. With one hand Liz reached up and lightly ran her fingers down his thigh. Max raised slightly off the bed, trying to get closer to her hand. Sitting up Liz reached out and grabbed the waistband of his pants. Max reached down to help her, tugging them down they joined the mound of clothing at the foot of the bed. Liz rolled over and pushed her's down and off. Throwing one leg over Max she straddled his hips.

"Liz, slow down, please slow down." Max pleaded.

"Don't want too, I want to feel all of you." She said as she leaned over and once again moved her nipples over him.

He reached up and grabbed her shoulders, he had to slow her down or this would be over before it had begun. He pushed her back, sitting up over his hips he could see her, all of her. He slowly ran his eyes down her body, too her perfectly shaped breast, she was bigger than he had expected. He couldn't understand how she looked so small with her clothes on. Her nipples were surrounded with small aureoles that were slightly darker than her natural skin tones. Her nipples were large, almost the size of his thumbnail. Lowering his eyes he saw her flat smooth stomach, he could see the muscles there, pulled tight at the moment. His eyes trailed down, down to the patch of black hair nesting between her legs, he reached out and gently touched the curls that rested there. Silk, they felt like silk against his fingertips.

"You are so beautiful Liz," moving his hand around her hip and up her back he pulled her down on top of him again. She moved her hands along his jawline and up into his hair. As their lips met again they both released their breath again, that sweet heavenly breath. This was no gentle kiss this time. Their lips came together in a storm of passion, he molded his lips against her's and drank his fill, running his tongue along her teeth and then back into the recesses of her month, until he finally found what he sought. Her velvety tongue. They teased, withdrew, returned to tease again. Dizziness swamped Max's brain. Air, he needed air but he didn't want to stop kissing her. Opening the corners of his mouth he drew in air again. He could feel her lips forming a smile as she too took air into her lungs.

Max moved his hands down to her backside. Pulling her tighter against his center, he pressed up into her, at the same time that she pushed down. Heat radiated from her, he didn't think he could last long enough to get inside of her. He had wanted this to be special, he wanted to make it as good as possible for her. He ran his hands over her ass, her sweet wonderful ass.

Liz groaned and pressed down again. "Max I need to feel you inside of me, now please." She reached down between them and ran her hand up his erection. She squeezed his cock and he thought he was going to die. He felt like the top of head was going to explode. He quickly reached down and circled her hand with his, pulling it away, bringing it to his lips he kissed her fingers. "Don't, if you touch me again I won't be able to be inside of you, not for awhile at least." He smiled and brought her finger to his lips again and reached out and stroked it with his tongue. Liz groaned and squirmed her hips over his again.

Sucking her finger into his mouth Max felt the heat coming off of her, especially against his cock, she was so wet, the liquid was raining down on him. He reached down between their bodies and brought his hand to her center again. She moaned. He cupped his hand over her. She moved her hips into his hand, pressing down as hard as she could.

Max gripped himself at the base of his cock and brought it up to her entrance, he slowly circled the head against her, rubbing her where he knew she wanted it. Looking up he saw her astride him with her head tilted back, her eyes closed, she had the most erotic expression on her face. He slowly pushed up into her, her warmth surround him. She moaned and he stopped. "Are you alright, am I hurting you?" he ask.

"No, it will hurt if you stop." Liz said breathlessly.

He started pushing up again, placing his hands on her hips he brought her down, slowly. She was so tight, so wet, he didn't think he could do it. He couldn't suppress the moan that escaped his lips. He pushed deeper, it felt so right, so damn right. He felt her push her hips down, he inched further into her.

"Max." Liz groaned out his name.

Max felt like he had died and gone to heaven, he pushed harder, he felt something press against him. He pushed again, Liz tensed and moaned again. He stopped.

"Liz" he questioned, he hadn't thought about it before, she had been dating Kyle, he had assumed that they had been intimate, he hadn't liked the idea but he had thought that she had done "this" before.

He tried again, but he could go any further, couldn't get any deeper inside of without breaking the thin barrier of skin. He looked up into her eyes. She was smiling down at him.

"Please Max?" She reached down and took both of his hands into hers. She laced her fingers through his. Bracing herself against the pain, she pushed down as hard as she could. At the same time Max pushed up into her. He felt the barrier tear, felt her stiffen. Heard a small cry come from her lips.

He reached up and pulled her down onto her chest, he stroked his fingers up and down her spine. "Are you ok?" he ask her. He hadn't wanted to hurt her, hadn't wanted to cause her this moment of pain.

Max felt her tongue glide along his neck. "I'm fine." She giggled. "I'm more than fine." She pulled up and smiled down into his face, "You're inside of me Max."

He smiled up at her, she answered him by squeezing her muscles around him. He groaned, he felt her lift and lower herself on him. Taking her hips in both hands he helped her. They kept their eyes on each other and adjusted themselves to a steady rhythm, Liz rode him faster and harder, its as it she couldn't get enough. He knew he couldn't keep this up, he felt his orgasm building, he was almost there. He pulled his hands down her thighs, reaching up between them he found the nub of flesh, he stroked his fingers over it, faster and faster, he wanted her to feel what he was feeling, with his other hand he brought her mouth back to his.  

"Max…what's happening to me…I can't take…it." Her voice sounded breathless, like she had been running for a long time. She felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, like she wanted to jump."It's ok, just let it happen, come with me, Liz come with me." He couldn't hold back, it was happening, he couldn't stop it if he wanted to. He felt her tighten around him, it was too much, he felt himself coming, felt his warmth spread through her.

Liz watched Max's face, saw his back arch high into the air, he pushed up into with all his strength. She ground down on him. That was all she needed, she sailed over the edge, but instead of falling she was sailing, higher and higher. Nothing existed in that moment in time. Nothing but them two.

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