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Subject 101, Part Seventeen

Reply to Shelly and Sherri

Posted to the Roswell Slash list October 11, 2000

TITLE: Subject 101
AUTHOR: Shelly and Sherri
RATING: R
EMAIL: qemeraldus@aol.com
DISCLAIMER: Roswell characters don't belong to us; any other characters do...
FEEDBACK: thrive on it, makes us write more...LOL
AUTHORS NOTE: This is an Alternate Universe story so we're basically making up our history as it goes along. ALSO this story will feature GRAPHIC m/m sex, with a few non-consensual scenes thrown in. If you don't like that kind of stuff, then please don't read it. Chapters that contain graphic sex will be rated NC17.



Jack looked over at Max. The boy was asleep, head pressed against the side window, jacket laid over him like a blanket. They were driving west, to New Mexico. Max claimed there was someone there waiting for him. A girl. Someone that he had to go to. Had assured Jack that this girl could help him, that she was the only one. Max had begged Jack to lend him money for bus fare, but Jack had made the decision to drive Max there himself. Needed to make sure that the boy would be okay. And so now he found himself on the road, a suitcase packed with clothes for the two of them, and his nest egg of cash stuffed in his wallet. "Damn fool." Jack muttered to himself, about himself, yet he sensed, deep inside, that he was doing the right thing. He only hoped that Max was right about the girl in New Mexico. The boy deserved a better life that what he had been dealt so far. Heaving a sigh, Jack slipped a Bob Dylan tape into the player and resigned himself to a long drive ahead.

*****

Domino was stunned to learn that Fiore and his crew were dead. Blasted apart, or so the rumors claimed. But he was angry more than stunned. Max was gone. Not that Domino could blame the kid for running, after what he had been sure to have seen. Body parts were not pretty, and Domino was sure Max had nothing to do with the deaths. But he wanted Max back. And to that end he sent Cyrus after the boy with a warning not to come back without Max. To do so would mean death.

Cyrus had accepted the mission, determination glinting in cold eyes. He would find Max and return him to Domino, but first he would have the boy. Wouldn't break him but he would fuck Max until the boy begged for mercy. Smiling to himself, Cyrus tossed a bag in his car and drove off. He had connections that had placed Max in the company of the cop who had tried to protect the boy. Jack Dixon. And the latest update was that Dixon and Max were on the road and heading west.

*****

Agent Pierce was intrigued. The body parts strewn about the room didn't phase him in the least, other than to confirm, to his mind, and from what he had learned, that the boy, Max, had something to do with it. Of one thing Pierce was certain. Find Max, and he would finally have answers to some of his questions. Main one being, what did aliens look like? Hadn't expected them to look like a seventeen year old boy but Pierce had learned, at an early age, that looks could be deceiving. So it was that he left the room with a smile on his face as he reached for his cell phone. Called for a unit and was soon in his car, heading west. The boy was on the move and Pierce would not be far behind.

THE END To be Continued in Subject 102

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