Spook
Christina walked up to the house, and slid her shades back up her face. Her shotgun was cradled in one arm as she stared at the house. She'd watched Tanya leave, so that was alright. She knocked on the door and whistled slightly as she waited for Christian to open up. Yeah, he was an alien. But he really knew his way around a girl's body. And screw it, she had liked bickering with him. Put a bit of spice in life.
Christian
Christian scratched under his shades, before peeling himself from the lounge to answer the door.
"Coming," he called out.
When he opened it and saw who it was, he grinned.
"Well, well... what a surprise."
Spook
"Yeah, what can I say? I was in the neighbourhood and thought I'd stop by. After one nosy telepath got herself out of the house. Truce still good? Or should I start running?" Christina grinned cockily, one thumb rubbing itself along the smooth metal of her gun.
Christian
Christian nodded, then smiled at the gun.
"Truce still good, if you're willing," he began, "but ah... you might wanna get that inside before the neighbours start getting restless."
He grinned and stepped aside, indicating for her to step in.
Spook
Christina stepped inside and looked around. "Well, looks like Tanya done well out of fighting on the side of right." She put the shotgun carefully against a wall, then moved in to kiss him.
Christian
Christian grinned and kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her.
He telekinetically shut the door, before pushing her back against the wall and beginning to feel her up.
Spook
So they went to Christian's bedroom and had sex. A couple of times. When that was all over, Christina followed Christian back down to the kitchen and sat down at the kitchen table. They talked for a bit while he made coffee for the two of them. She leaned back in her chair and propped her boots up on the edge of the table. As usual, her faithful shotgun wasn't far from her hand. Despite the truce they had going, she wasn't letting her guard down. "So, Chrissy darling, decided on what you want to do to the annoyingly alive and mobile Blakesley? No way in hell am I going back near him if I can help it, but I would *adore* to hear what you've got planned." She grinned and took the cup of coffee he handed to her. "Thanks." She closed her eyes for a moment and sipped from it.
Christian
"It's more of a case of... what don't I have planned for Blakesley. Or Kaleb," he grinned, "Kaleb's his first name. If I was Taylor I'd be able to tell you what nationality that is, but no..."
He sat down in the other chair and sipped from his own coffee before replacing the sunglasses onto his face.
"It'll be fun to see his arm in a cast. I counted them up yesterday, and I broke over 20 bones," he chuckled.
Tanya
Tanya unlocked the door and stepped inside. She sure wished that Russell would stop trying to do things way too much for his telepathic level. At the rate he was going, he was going to burn himself out before he would ever meet his full potential.
Tea. That's why she needed. Tea.
She headed for the kitchen and stared in shock. Christian was there with Christina, aka Spook.
"What's going on?" she demanded, all the while having no gripes about reading their thoughts herself.
Spook
"Well, Tanya, I can call you that, can't I? Don't think I ever did catch your last name...anyway." Christina made a gesture dismissing it as she finished the last of her coffee. She then got a cigarette out of her cammie pants and lit up. "Since you're obviously reading our minds right now, you should be able to see in vivid living colour what's going on. Maybe I'll inspire you to try him out yourself?" She dragged back on the cigarette. "It's an understanding of a physical nature. I don't kill him, he don't kill me, we have sex. Mutually beneficial." She tapped the cigarette against her boot, sending ash onto the kitchen table.
Christian
Christian looked between them for a moment, before seeing what she'd done.
Frowning a little, he telekinetically blew the ash back at Christina. Then he stood from the table, eyes darting to and from Tanya.
"I can explain..." he began, nervously, "well, actually, no I can't..."
Tanya
Tanya shook her head.
"Fortunately, your 'friend' is right, Christian. Picked what has happened right out of your heads," she sighed. "A part of me happens to be shocked and stumped for words. The other side isn't surprised at all. You're a grown man, Christian, I'm not going to dictate who you have relationships with. Still, it was both foolish and dangerous for you to make yourself at home in a house of a YIRAAS agent, Spook, when there's a death warrent on you. You realise, I can't simply let you go."
Her eyes held Christina's.
Spook
"Ah yes, I did guess that," Christina said consideringly. "We took longer then I thought we would. I was *sure* I'd meanage to get down the road at least before mama came home. So, what's next, agent? You do know blood's a bitch to get out of wood like this, don't you?" She drew back on her cigarette, then looked at it. "I'm fulfilling two cliches here. Post-coital and firing squad cigarette. Well. Better make it count." She offered Christian and Tanya a twisted smile.
Christian
"Alright, no one is going to hurt anyone. Physically. Not while I'm in the room."
Christian quickly shoved his sunglasses onto the top of his head, keeping his eye on both of them.
"If it's trouble for you Tanya, she can never come here again, ok? Just... don't do something crazy."
Tanya
"It's not that simple, Christian," Tanya replied. "I have an obligation to make sure Spook is no longer a threat to us. However, because of my power, I have been given the right of certain... discretions."
She paused, considering, her eyes never leaving Christina's.
Spook
Christina stared back just as coolly, having made her peace with her eventual and the almost certain manner of it long ago. "So, are you gonna keep going on with how important you are? Being bored to death...new one for you, Tanya. Let's cut to the chase. Now you've got me, what the hell are you going to do with me? Reminds me a bit about the story about a guy who caught a tiger by the tail..." She suddenly wished ferverently for her gun to actually be in her hands.
Christian
Christian squinted a little, wrenching the gun from her hands and into his own.
"No," he frowned, refusing to look at Tanya again.
"Don't even think about it. You won't make it in time."
Tanya
Tanya snapped her fingers. Saying nothing, she went into Christina's mind, read a few things and made a little adjustment. Then she came out again.
"It's like this, Christina," she said pointedly. "I have just put a little command into your mind. You knowingly and intensionally kill an alien in any circumstance other than self defense, and you die. That's the only way you're going to stay alive and free without me being 'court martialed' so to speak. And you can thank Christian for that mercy."
She sighed then.
"Okay, now that the unpleasentness is over. I need tea."
And she went about making herself a cup.
Spook
"Bitch," Christina said tonelessly. "Bitch. Bitch. Why didn't you just kill me? Would've been cleaner. Notice you didn't say anything about hurting them though. Can I have my gun back now?" She looked at Christian pointedly as she got to her feet fluidly. "Now I remember why I hate telepaths so much. They think they're little gods."
Christian
"You make a single attempt on her life and you know I'll be there to stop it."
Christian threw the gun to her with ease.
"You'd better leave."
Tanya
Tanya sighed to herself. It never failed. There was always someone who mistrusted telepaths, even amongst aliens.
"Does anyone want and buiscuits?" she asked, pulling out the tin.
Spook
Christina caught her gun. "Thanks, Chrissy baby. And no, Tanya. Somehow breaking bread, as it were, with someone who's just screwed me over royally doesn't sit well." She slid her shades back over her eyes and ran a hand through her hair, fixing it a bit. "Lick ya later lover. And Tanya? I suggest you get a new haircut. That one is most unflattering." With that, Christina left, back straight and radiating as much conciuos dignity as a kicked cat.
Christian
Christian sighed and waited until he heard the door close behind her.
"I'm sorry," he looked to the floor, shaking his head.
"If... I said she'd regret if she made an attempt on your life at all. Do you want me to sleep in your room tonight in case?"
He looked up.
Tanya
"Thanks for your concern," Tanya smiled. "But it's not neccesary. Oh, and before I forget, I have... astonishing news. Very astonishing. So astonishing I can't even believe it myself. Just got it confirmed today."
She put down the busicuit tin and then grinned at Christian, her eyes looking into his and sparkling with delight.
"I'm pregnant."
Christian
Christian looked up in surprise, his eyes widening a little.
"Pregnant?" he repeated in shock.
"But... you... How?"
Tanya
Tanya grinned broadly.
"I have no idea how! I mean, I know that some of the other, err, damage from that particular incident has healed up on its own, but this? I never dreamed I'd ever get this!"
Christian
"Yeah... I know..." Christian looked down for a moment, mainly in surprise.
"Well, I guess... I guess congradulations are in order then, so... Congradulations."
Tanya
Tanya gave him a hug.
"Thanks. And now I have some phone calls to make."
And she made her way to a phone.
Christian
Christian waited until she'd left the room, then sat down into his chair again.
He thought over what had happened that night... He guessed he wouldn't see Spook again for a while.