Dysfunctional -- Chapter 10

Disclaimer:  The TV show Dark Angel, all of the characters that appeared on it (Alec, Biggs, Renfro, etc.), and everything else that has to do with the show belong to their respective owners, not to me.  No money is being made off of this fic.  I only own the original characters (X5-121, etc.).

494 woke up early the next morning and looked over to where he'd left his watch on his desk and zoomed in on it.  0500.  Got an hour before I should really think about getting up for the day.  He blinked and turned his head to look at 121, who was sleeping next to him.  Man, that was some night last night!  He watched as 121 stirred and yawned and opened her eyes.  "Good morning, 121."

"Good morning, 494," she replied.  She laughed a little.  "Wow.  Last night was something else."

"I'll say," 494 agreed.  "That was much better than sex with an ordinary chick."

121 rolled her eyes and reached over and smacked him in the shoulder.  "The buglers haven't woken everybody up yet and you're already being a perv."

"Hey, we did just sleep together," 494 teased.

"I know," 121 told him.  She smiled.  "And you're right.  I mean, that was absolutely amazing.  That was a great release.  Emotionally, I mean, though..."

"Yeah," 494 said.

121 looked at 494 thoughtfully.  "This will never go any farther, though, you know what I mean?  It was fantastic sex last night, but other than that, I don't feel anything for you that I didn't feel before."

"I know what you mean," 494 acknowledged.  "We're not meant to be."  He grinned wickedly.  "If you ever want more of that great sex, though..."

"You'd be the last person that I'd call," 121 teased.  They both laughed and 121 got up out of 494's bunk and picked up her clothes and put them back on.  She walked to the door of 494's cell and turned back around to face him.  "494...thanks again."

"You're welcome, 121," 494 said.

The day seemed to go like any other day at Manticore, though the older X-series were clearly nervous about the start of the breeding program that night and by dinner, the tension could almost be cut with a knife.  The program was all any of them could talk about.

"I don't think that this breeding program will be that bad," 786 commented as she sipped at a spoonful of her soup.

"How can it not be that bad, 786?" 304 said.  As usual, she looked incredibly tense.  "I don't want to get pregnant!"

Join the club, 304, 121 thought.

"Calm down," 786 instructed.  "Even if the breeding program is successful for you or me or whoever, it won't be that bad.  All of the females are going to be put on restricted duty until the program ends or until their pregnancy is over and it's not like we're going to have anything to do with the result afterwards."

Result?  You're calling a baby a result?  You fucking whore, 121 thought angrily.

"And all of the participating females have that prep class last tonight," 494 added.  "That should help answer any questions that you still have about the breeding program, 304."

"I wonder what that's going to cover," 532 mused.

"Probably what pregnancy will be like," 121 guessed.  "What physical changes come when, what changes in your diet and physical fitness regime that will be made for us over the course of however long a pregnancy will last for us, basically general information like that.  The males are lucky.  We get to do all of the grunt work for this assignment and they just get the easy part."

"Stop complaining, 121," 908 said.

"Stop ordering me around, 908," 121 retorted.

494 and 511 looked at each other.  Here we go again.  "Both of you, stop it," 511 ordered.  "I know that we're all nervous about the start of the breeding program, but that is not an excuse for the two of you to start fighting again.  Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir.  I'm sorry," 121 apologized.  908 glared at both 511 and 121 before she mumbled her apology.

"Good," 511 said.

237 pushed his empty plate aside and reached for his juice and took a sip.  "Okay, guys, who here can't wait for the start of the program tonight?  Free sex, people!  It can't get any better that!"

"Oh yeah."  013 grinned in agreement with his teammate.  "It's gonna be great."  He smirked.  "And 295 will finally get some."

"What?!" 295 exclaimed angrily.  "I can't be the only one in this unit that's still a virgin!"

Well, you might be now, 121 thought.  Though I can't speak for anybody else.

"It doesn't matter if somebody's still a virgin or not prior to the start of this program," 494 said.  "That is irrelevant."  They all looked up as the warning bell rang.  "What is relevant is us getting up and getting to our last classes on time.  Let's get going, people."

They stood up and put their trays away and marched to their next classes.  121 led the other females in her unit to the lecture hall where they would be having their breeding program prep class and they went inside.  She looked around and spotted 849 and 228 and went over to them and sat down next to 849.  "Hey, you guys.  What do you think of this program?"

849 shook her head.  "I don't like the idea of it at all."

"Neither do I," 228 said.  "Can't they spare us and just take some eggs and sperm and then in vitro them with the ordinary's ones and put them into some surrogates and then call us in nine months to let us know how it all turned out?"

"I wish."  121 shook her head.  "The most that we can hope for is that we aren't successful."

"True," 849 said.  "Director Renfro did say during the assembly when she announced the program that if we failed to get pregnant or if the males failed to get the female ordinaries pregnant that it wouldn't reflect on our records since such a matter was beyond our control."  She made a face.  "We do have to write up reports on our copulation and submit them to Director Renfro every day, though."

"I don't know what's the worst part about that," 228 spoke up.  "Writing a report on how I'd just had sex or just writing a report."  121 and 849 laughed.

"That's a tough call," 121 said.  They started to continue their discussion, but a trainer and a doctor entered the lecture hall and they stopped talking and listened as the class got underway.  121 couldn't believe some of the things that the trainer and especially the doctor was talking about.  You've got to be kidding me.  Morning sickness?  We're most likely actually going to be sick for at least a few weeks?  Great!  Just what I'll need on top of everything else.  It'll be bad enough that I'll be pregnant with a baby that I'll--careful, you're starting to go into '09er territory again.  121 tried to make herself focus again on the trainer and doctor.  Don't think about it.  Don't think about it.

Finally, the class broke up and the female X5s in the lecture hall stood up and moved towards the door.  "That was something else," 228 remarked.  "It's so nice to know what we've got all that in store for us if we're successful in the breeding program.  I'd rather not be successful."

"Me too," 121 agreed quietly.  "I've never wanted to fail a mission before, but I'm wishing for it now."

"So am I," 849 said.  "I don't know if I could go through with it if I'm successful.  Not because of what will happen to my body if I'm successful, but..."

"...what will happen to our minds if we are successful," 228 finished.  "Me too."  The three of them smiled at each other.

"Good luck, you guys," 121 said.  She took a deep breath and the three of them split up and headed to their cells.  She got to her cell and opened the door and went inside and sat down on her bunk and put her head in her hands and sat there for awhile, just trying to take deep breaths to keep herself calm.  I've got to get through this.  I've got to--  Her thoughts were cut off when she heard footsteps approaching her cell and she tensed and held her breath.  A few moments later, a male soldier about the age of the X3s and X4s opened the cell door and just stood there looking at 121, a big smirk on his face.

"I hope you like it rough, soldier," he leered.

121 sat there looking at him, taking in everything about him.  His stance, the tone of his voice when he'd spoken to her, everything.  She felt a spark of hope when she finished her analysis of him.  You know, maybe I can take some control over this situation after all.  She smiled to herself.  I don't know if I would have felt confident enough in the whole situation to have gotten this idea if I hadn't slept with 494 last night.  Thanks, 494.  You really are a great friend.  121 felt herself smiling.  There's nothing like having a friend help you out!  She stood up and blurred over to the soldier and grabbed him by the shirt collar.  "I think you've got it backwards soldier."  She turned and practically flung the soldier onto her bunk and stood next to the bunk and bent down over him.  "I think I'm the one that should be asking you if you like it rough."  121 didn't know whether to be happy or repulsed when her analysis of the soldier was confirmed when she saw how his eyes lit up when she said that.

"Oh yeah," he said.

"Let's get this straight, soldier," 121 told the young man.  She sat down on the edge of the bunk and placed her hands on the soldier's shoulders, pinning him down.  "We're both under orders, but this is my cell and while you are in here, you will be taking orders from me.  You will not be the one who will be giving the orders.  Am I making myself clear?"

"Ma'am, yes, ma'am," the soldier said, grinning.

"Good." Pushing aside her disgust, 121 leaned forward and kissed the soldier.

TBC