Title: Raine 6/?
Author: Revved Up Female
E-mail: revvedupfemale@mochamail.com
Distribution Statement: Not mine, theirs. Got it? 
I don't own them. 
Genres: WIP
Relationships: Max/Logan
Content: In response to: Challenge #2; Submitted By: 
Matt Quinn; Challenge: A story, any length, 
involving one of the other escapees from the 
Manticore project. There were eleven others besides 
Max, so there are plenty of nifty possibilities. 
Keywords: Contemporary
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Heat, Flushed, C.R.E.A.M., 411 on the DL, 
Prodigy, Cold Comfort, Blah Blah Woof Woof. Out.
Summary: When it rains, it pours.
Disclaimer: I have no money. I have no job. They're 
not mine. 20th Century Fox Television, 
Cameron/Eglee Productions, and TCFTV Van 
Services Ltd. 

*deep breath*
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Raine 6/?
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Columbia Seafirst Center
*Raine's Point of View*
5:43 PM

I came up here to think; I hope (sorta) that Normal's 
alright, even if he did deserve to get punched. I did 
restrain my fist a bit, I mean- he's not dead.

Or so I've heard from what's-his-face? Sketchy! Yeah. 
Sketchy. Strange guy. Big nose, but couldn't be 
himself without it.

Hell, I can fall in love with anyone if I wanted to, 
despite their physical appearance, I'm romantic and 
natural like that. I want to be loved, and I want to 
love- but if anyone faces me with that fact, I'd high-
tail it outta here and ride off to dodge.

And, no- I'm not falling for Sketchy. *Shivers.* That's 
just wrong for me. He's a bit too pot-like for my tastes, 
a bit too much like a puppy begging to be petted then 
he'll end up snapping off your hand and blaming it on 
his hunger.

Right.

Speaking of my ride, which goes very, very fast; my 
Electric ZR-75 is a five speed painted sleek red. Her 
seat places me in a semi-upright position that makes 
it easy to see where I'm going. She protects my 
needy-long hair from getting bugs caught in it too.

Did I mention that I love my bike? My baby was made 
in the twentieth/first? century. I don't really know the 
date, but she's sweet nonetheless. Bought her on the 
black market from the actual owner looking for some 
quick cash. I've painted her since. Before she was a 
sickly-green that made me want to wrench when I say 
her.

I paid three large for her and I'm NEVER going to let 
her go. I got her when she was sixteen, I was 
fourteen. I had to work hard on that beauty. I need to 
talk to someone. Maybe Original Cindy can help. 
She's probably down at CRASH.
*********
Crash
7:06 PM

Original Cindy was at her table talking with Herbal 
and Sketchy, "Man, that girl is a druggy! No wonder 
she did that to Normal!" Sketchy and Herbal nodded 
in agreement, their eyes go wide when they see the 
subject of their conversation walk into the club and 
head straight for their table, "Speakin' of the devil."

Raine approached them, stopping at the table 
abruptly, "Hey guys."

"Don't 'hey guys' us girl- get outta here before 
Original Cindy goes kung-fu on your ass!" Original 
Cindy exclaimed, showing Raine her fist.

The younger girl backed up, her hands raised in a 
'surrender' pose, "Girl, cool it! What the fuck did I 
do?" she asked, then it dawned on her, "Shit. That."

Original Cindy nodded, "Yeah THAT.  Normal didn't 
deserve to be punched, girlie- sure he can be an ass- 
but he's still our friend."

Sketchy nodded, "As frightening as the prospect may 
be," that got him a couple of glares.

Raine felt like a caged animal, "You don't understand.. 
he... I... it wasn't fair!" she exclaimed, throwing her 
hands in the air.

"It was so fair, girl, you left your first day to play 
hookie, I so trusted you!"

Her jaw just dropped then she clenched her teeth, "I 
had a family emergency," her anger was flaring up 
quickly, and that was one thing she could not 
control... her anger.

The older girl just rolled her eyes, "Like what, getting 
more of those pills? The ones that left ya shakin'?" 
she asked, standing and looking down at Raine, "Get 
outta my sight girl. NOW."

Raine looked over at Sketchy and Herbal, finding no 
back-up, she huffed and exited the building, grabbing 
her motorcycle as Max just pulled up.

"Raine, what's wrong?" Max asked, just getting the 
cold shoulder.

Max grabbed her, only to be shrugged off with a, 
"Leave me alone, Maxie."

She watched her sister ride off and entered CRASH, 
quickly finding Original Cindy and the rest of her co-
workers, "Anyone know what's up with Raine?" she 
asked her friends.

Original Cindy just shrugged, "Maybe she just 
doesn't like being confronted." Original Cindy 
responded, taking a sip of her beer.

"Or threatened, " continued Sketchy, almost 
bouncing in his chair.

The three jumped in their chairs when Max yelled, 
"YOU DID WHAT?!"
************
Logan's PH
7:34 PM

Logan typed vehemently at his computer, only to be 
interrupted by a knock on his wall, "Yeah?"

"Is Max here?"

He wheeled around to find Zack leaning against the 
wall, "Uh, no. She um, I don't know where she is 
actually."

Zack nodded his head, "She's in heat, you know."

Logan nodded, "I figured as much, is that all- or did 
you come back to break something else?" he asked.

Zack straightened, "I came back to apologize, and ask 
you where you got the Bast."

"It was my grand-mother's," Logan replied, turning 
back around to type on the keyboard to his computer, 
"Or great-grand-mother's to be exact; it was one of 
the things they saved from selling in the Great 
Depression, or so that's how the story goes."

Zack mentally cursed himself, "Can it be fixed?" he 
asked, silently hoping that it could be, for Max's sake.

Logan shook his head, "I doubt it. You're forgiven, 
you can leave now."

The younger man shook his head, "And what, leave 
my two little sisters here? I'm not stupid."

"I thought you had the other eight to look after," 
Logan said, pausing his typing and looking over his 
shoulder.

Zack suppressed a growl, "What are you working 
on?" he asked.

Logan gestured towards the computer, "The 'Red Series,' 
they're looking for Manticore Prototypes, in other words,
you all. I'm looking for a way to protect you."

"Why?" Zack asked, sitting in the other computer 
chair.

"You have something they need to stay alive. They 
were made to not feel pain, but they're bodies give up 
after about six months of torture. Your genes can 
help them.  But I'm not going to let them get to you," 
he replied, continuing typing.
***********
Beaten Down Rat Motel
Raine's Room
8:13 PM

She would not admit to being hurt, she only knew 
Original Cindy for two days.

So why did she have this sinking feeling for wanting 
to belong to something, even if it was the a few kids 
at Jam Pony?

Because she was hurt. Coming to Seattle wasn't the 
only reason she left New York.  She'd just turned 
eighteen when her foster parents found out what she 
really was; and they wanted money.

So she ran, or rode. She bought a motorcycle and 
rode across the U.S. and came to Seattle in search for 
new friends and a new future, protecting her siblings 
while she was at it.

She acted too quickly and let her temper guide her 
and it got her into a whole-lotta shit again.  She 
looked at the trash can, deciding that it needed to be 
emptied and grabbed the bag, heading outside.

"You're a hard person to find."

Raine jumped and dropped the bag, turning around at 
the voice and assumed fighter stance.

"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you!" exclaimed the male 
voice.

Raine activated her night vision to see who it was, 
but they were shadowed, "If that's true, then come 
out to see me face to face!"

The man approached her, causing her heart to speed 
up, "You know Raine, we tried to work with your 
depression, not knowing what was going on. You 
should have told someone."

Her eyes went wide, ready to kick the man's ass, 
"Lydecker, you are such an ass. Can't you just give 
up?" she asked, cracking her neck, "Was it not 
enough to torture us while we were just children?" 
she kicked him in the face, "Why can't you just stay 
away?"

Lydecker looked up at her from the ground, "For such 
a short girl, you pack a big kick!" he exclaimed, 
holding up a bottle of strong anti-depressants, "For 
you, courtesy of Manticore if you tell me Zack and 
Max's location."

She rolled her eyes, "Like I would ever give you the 
satisfaction of me double-crossing my sibs, fuck 
you."

"Such vulgar language!" he exclaimed, standing up 
again and pulling out a tranquilizer gun, only to find 
Raine gone.
***********
Logan's Apartment
9:30 PM

Max entered Logan's apartment exhausted. Looking 
after a self-loathing little sister isn't the easiest thing 
in the world. Raine was one of the best soldiers of X5, 
but the emotional load was heavy for her. She'd only 
entrusted her older sister and Zack about what the 
day-guard was doing to her.

"Logan? Zack?" Max called, tossing her jacket on the 
chair closest to her.

Logan wheeled towards her from the computer room, 
"Zack left. Said he had some things to check up on. I 
told him about the 'Red Series.'"

Max shrugged, fighting the urge to just fall into his 
lap, "I'm sorry about earlier," she said, walking closer 
to him.

He nodded, "It's okay, I understand."

She shook her head, "But you don't. I just brushed 
you off without so much as a reason. You deserve an 
explanation..."

"You're in heat. I know," he said with some difficulty, 
what if she didn't mean it when she kissed him?

"That's not all though," she hesitated, touching his 
shoulder softly, then running her hand up his neck; 
vaguely wondering if she was doing the right thing.

Logan gulped, "Max..." he swallowed a moan when 
her fingers trailed across the back of his neck, her 
nails caressing the skin softly, "Is this you..." he 
swallowed again, "Or is this the 'heat' acting?"

Max smiled, leaning over him, kissing his ear softly, 
"It's all me," there was no turning back now, she'd 
already crossed the invisible boundary they'd 
unknowingly set up. She straddled his legs and 
kissed him deeply.

His hands rose up to caress her back through her 
shirt, waiting for her signal to proceed while returning 
her kiss, groaning audibly as she slid her tongue into 
his mouth; then again as she shifted against him. He 
pulled away slightly, enough to dislodge his mouth 
from hers, "Are you sure about this?" he asked, 
giving her a reassuring squeeze against her sides.

"I've never been so sure about anything in my life... 
well, except for buying my motorcycle..." she was 
silenced by another earth-shattering kiss.
***************
Notes:

Yeah! Max and Logan action!! Sorry 'bout the over-
filled Raineness in this one, but you know, that's the 
title of this fanfic... "Raine" for those of you who hate 
Original characters (been reading up on the fanfic DA 
forum.) Next installment will be SO filled with more 
Loganness and Maxness. Bring in some 'Red 
Seriesness' and we got a salad!

(forgive me- lack of sleep). 

Oh- I SO love Original Cindy. But I started suspecting 
a Mary-Sueness happening here, so I started a little 
fight. Where should I go from here? 

Thanks you guys!

-Revved Up Female
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Updated 4/4/01