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Adult +
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Music (She Is)
Title: Music (She Is).
Author: Me.
Fandom: Bones.
Main Pairing: Zack/OFC.
Minor Pairing: Future Angela/Hodgins, Future Booth/Bones.
Summary: Angela has a sister and her name is Music. But you can call her Muse.
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Disclaimer: Don't own diddly squat but Muse. Don't own Bones, don't own Roswell. Which bites, but a girl can have her fantasies can't they? Cause if I owned them, I'd have Zack, Rath, Michael, and Zan hidden away somewhere...
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Note: Song that inspired this chapter is 'Just a Girl' by No Doubt. There will be a minor x-over with Roswell, concerning Booth's brother. It will turn out that Rath and Michael are closely related genetically to Booth on their human side. There was a third set of which, Jared, was the 'Michael/Rath' of the group. The others will...well, MIGHT...come along in the next story. The Ava/Tess of the group is called Koihoma and the Lonnie/Isabel of the group is Orelleana. The Liz of the group is Victoriana, but the others coined her 'Hack' cause she's a Hacker Elite.
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Prologue: 'Just A Girl':
/Take this pink ribbon off my eyes/
Her sister called her about a case that Booth, hot but dorky, managed to get Tempe to say yes to, although why she would EVER say no to that man, she never knew. Seeley Booth was one heck of a specimen of, but she herself wasn't all that interested in him, not for a potential honey. His brother, Jared, was a crack up. Sweet boy made her laugh like she was at the Comedy Central Roasts in living color. And if there was one thing she knew...
/I'm exposed/
She would have swallowed a horse tranquilizer to see the faces of Seeley and the squints when Angela told them she had a sister. She would have paid money to see Seeley's face when Rath had walked up to them. Rath knew who she was, she bet that all Rath's little group did. After Zan's accident, he was moved to DC with Jared and herself. Lonnie jumped ship...almost literally and Ava ditched it to Roswell, New Mexico. Not that she blamed the girl, Lonnie always scared the shit out of the poor kid.
/And it's no big surprise/
When Angela told her about sending her little sister to talk to the girl's parents, the blank and confused look upon the team's faces...priceless. Well, would have been if it had been a joke. But this was no joke. But this is where it comes to.
/Don't you think I know
Exactly where I stand/
Angela and the team looked up to see Rath opening the door for someone. A tall young woman walked in, Angela's eyes widening. She knew that it had been years since she'd seen her little sister, but... She felt a finger close her mouth, turning to face a smirking Jared. He pointed back to the young woman. She was standing there talking to Rath. She looked taller than Booth and he was 5' 11” to 6' tall. Of course, her platformed boots might be helping. She looked at the shoes and put her sister's height, barefoot, to be 5 foot 10 inches. Her sister's legs looked like that of a runner, a fighter, but she doubted that Music could do much of that in platformed boots that put her five inches off the ground. Her sister was wearing tight leather pants, the lights around the lab gleaming of the surface of the black pants. She was wearing a white top that said 'Fuck Off, I'm Reading!' across the chest, then on the back, it showed stick figures. One was a gypsy woman reading the palm of the other stick figure. She rolled her eyes and chuckled.
/This world is forcing me
to hold your hand/
Music turned just in time to see Angela rolling her eyes, chuckling and shaking her head herself. She ran a hand through her loose 'bleached out' locks. Rath 'bleached' her hair, that much Angela knew, but what the woman didn't know was that Rath used his powers to do so. Music let her eyes run over that of the team.
'Blue eyes with the fro' she sent to Rath.
'His name is Jack Hodgins. Rich boy, but he don't like living off the benefits' He replied.
Music cocked her head, staring Hodgins in the eye for a moment before smiling at the man.
'He'll be good for Angie.'
'Yeah, he will.'
/'Cause I'm just a girl, little 'ol me
Don't let me out of your sight/
Music moved on to the next, winking at Tempe, who smiled brightly in return. Tempe Brennan was one person that Music loved to keep in contact with. She didn't really keep in contact with her sister cause...well, after the falling out a few years back, she didn't know if she'd ever really be welcome.
'Jared? Ya listening?'
'Yes.'
'What do you think of Seeley and Tempe? Cute couple? Yes? No?'
'Most definitely.'
Music chuckled.
/I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite
So don't let me have any rights/
'Rath? Opinions?'
'Seeley likes her, yes. But he doesn't know how Tempe feels. He fears her reaction to Parker...'
Music sighed heavily. If there was one thing that mattered most to Booth, above all other things, including his job and himself, it was his son.
'He's also a brooding, cranky, can't sing for shit, self-sacrificing, sanctimonious asshole,' Music added with a mental chuckle, 'but I digress.'
'No you didn't,' Jared laughed.
Music looked over at Jared, a pointed look in her eye and a pierced brow raised. Jared stuck his tongue out petulantly at her before glaring playfully. She flipped him the bird, the henna tattoo pattern that was permanently tattooed, courtesy of Ava, standing out. Tempe was up before anyone could say anything, taking Music's hand, taking the knuckle glove of, tossing it behind her before examining the tattoo upon her friend's hand.
“That is beautiful work,” She told Music.
“Rath's foster sister Ava did it,” Music chuckled.
Those who never heard her speak before noticed that her voice was lighter, but smokier, that Angela's voice.
/Oh...I've had it up to here!
The moment that I step outside/
Tempe and Music talked over the tattoos on her hands, but mentally, Music, Jared, and Rath were discussing the pros and cons of a romantic relationship between Seeley and Tempe. The chemistry was already there, the sexual tension could be cut with a hot knife and...well, that was about it, besides the fact that the two were clueless, stubborn, and adorably a royal pain in the tattooed patootie.
'Wait a sec...'
'What, Muse?'
'Who's the cutie?'
Rath looked up for a second to see what she meant.
'Zachary Uriah Addy, 24 years old, child prodigy, he has Asperger's.'
'Damn...'
'Yeah.'
'He is damn adorable'.
'Yup.'
'Hey, Rath?'
'What?'
Muse mentally shook her head.
'Never mind, sweetness.'
/So many reasons
For me to run and hide/
Rath cocked his head and looked over at Muse, smirking.
'You like the kid, don't you?'
'Rath!!'
Jared wiggled his finger in his ear like somebody just set off a bullhorn next to it.
'Damn, Muse, didn't know you were a screamer'
Jared could hear her mentally growling at her, seeing her glare at him from over Tempe's head.
'Hey, J, Muse likes Zack'
/I can't do the little things I hold so dear
'Cause it's all those little things
That I fear/
An hour later found Muse at the home of the victim's parents with Rath and Jared.
“Why didn't Seeley come himself?” The mother asked.
Muse sighed.
“It took a great deal of talking to to even get Seeley to agree to let me work on the case,” She confessed, “let alone come to you,” She looked over to Rath, who nodded, closing the curtains, “Mrs Eller, what I am about to show you...well, if the government knew, let's just say that a whole lot of people would end up on a slab.”
Jared stood by the door, while Rath and Muse sat side-by-side.
“Mr Eller, I understand you know the meaning of classified?”
The man nodded.
“Then you would understand if I ask you to treat what is about to happen...” She let out a shaky sigh, Rath laying a picture underneath her hand, “as classified information.”
Mr and Mrs Eller nodded. Rath put his hand over Muse's, the two hands pressing onto the glass of the framed picture.
/'Cause I'm just a girl I'd rather not be
'Cause they won't let me drive/
Muse cocked her head, her eyes closed. Rath breathed through his nose, his lids closed tight as he tried to concentrate.
“She's scared...” Muse said softly, “but not of the man following her...Ken's been acting strangely. Ever since she told him...”
“Told him what?” Cleo's mother asked.
“That she was pregnant. And that it was the Senator's.”
Muse's fingers moved to Cleo's boyfriend in the picture.
“He's scared too...but not like Cleo. No. He's afraid for something else...his career maybe...”
Muse's brows furrowed and she whimpered.
“He's mad...angry...he's hiding it...”
“Hiding what?”
“The murder weapon. He's waiting for her. For her to come to him...”
Mrs Eller whimpered softly.
/Late at night I'm just a girl,
Guess I'm some kind of freak/
Muse whimpered, feeling Cleo's fear for her own.
“She's going to him now...She sees that he's angry...She sees him reaching for something...” Muse cried out, Jared turning to see, turning back to the door just as quickly. Muse's fingers scooted over to Ken in the picture, a soft growling low in her throat, “He's angry...thinking that the stupid bitch was going to cost him everything, cost the Senator everything...”
Jared walked over to them, pulling Rath and Muse from the picture. He whispered softly to them, letting the two breath.
“He killed her...” Mrs Eller whispered.
Jared nodded.
“You can tell no one this, not even Seeley.”
Mr Eller nodded his understanding, his wife agreeing with him.
/'Cause they all sit and stare
With their eyes/
The next few days found Muse working closely with her sister and the team. Muse would watch Zack until one of the team would catch her. Zack caught her a few times, the two of them smiling and blushing before looking away. The antics of the two found the team laughing. Muse was working on her laptop when a buzz from the 'AliensRus' chat room sounded.
*KingShitDeus has logged in*
*ChristmasNazi has logged in*
KingShitDeus: Hey, MusaChica, you there?
*MusaChica yawned*
She shook her head and laughed.
MC: Hey, Big Z, how ya feelin?
KSD: Like shit, what else?
MC: Izzie?
CN: *shrugs*
Muse rolled her eyes. What's wrong with her now? Muse thought to herself.
KSD: Trouble in paradise, Musa, you missed out on stuff. What the heck you been doin'?
MC: Classified.
*KSD and CN goggle at MC*
MC: *rolls eyes* Don't worry, my lovely little green ones, it ain't NID type shit. I'm working with Michael's brothers at the Jeffersonian.
*CN whistles.*
*NextKingUp has logged in*
MC: Mikey, we were just talking about you.
NKU: *rolls eyes* Are they behaving?
*MC nods*
/I'm just a girl,
Take a good look at me,
Just your typical prototype/
MC: Believe it or not, yes. We're talking about Seals and Tempe.
CN: Hooking them up?
*KingShit has logged in*
MC: *Bows to King Shit* Hey, Maxie.
KS: *Chuckles* Hey, Musa, how Z?
KSD: I'm fine, thank you.
*MC clears ear*
MC: Is that sarcasm I hear?
*KSD rolls eyes*
MC: Iz, so what do you think? Seals and Tempe? Yes? Or an emphatic no?
CN: Thumbs up from here.
*BigDonkeyDik logs in*
BDD: What's up, ladies?
KSD: I don't know about you, buddy, but this ain't no damn Alien Sex chat room. And it's a private one, how'd you get in?
BDD: What's wrong, baby girl?
*MC, CN, and KS cringe*
BDD: What?
KSD: This, asshole!
Muse laughed as Zan ejected the guy from the chat room and made sure it was password protected. A password that only a certain group knew.
/Oh...I've had it up to here!
Oh...am I making myself clear?/
Zack looked over the screen, looking at Muse for a moment. The girl was laughing about something, but what it was, who knew? He opened the 'AliensRus' chat and sighed.
*KingOfTheLab has logged on*
Muse's eyes went wide. Zack?
MC: Hi.
KOTL: Hi.
KS: Hey.
CN: Welcome.
KSD: What's up, bro?
KOTL: Not much really.
A separate IM popped up from Zan, with the message 'You know who KingOfTheLab is, don't you?'.
Muse: Yeah, I do.
Zan: Who is it?
Muse: Angela's friend, Zack.
/I'm just a girl,
I'm just a girl in the world.../
Zan: So?
Muse: So what, Zan?
Zan: I'm sighing over here.
Muse rolled her eyes, checking the other chat for a moment. Max and Isabel were keeping Zack occupied.
Muse: I like the guy, Zan.
Zan: Picture me saying 'I told you so'.
Muse flipped off the computer.
Zan: Is your webcam on?
Muse: Yeah.
Zan: Let me see this guy, then.
Muse laughed. She turned it toward Zack.
Zan: I'm fanning myself here. He is a real cutie.
Muse: And I'm chuckling. I love his eyes. He's got those big doe eyes.
Zan: Yeah he does.
Tempe silently pointed it out to the others when Muse turned the camera toward Zack. Angela whispered in her ear that Rath's foster brother, Zan, probably asked her to do it.
Muse: He is just so adorable, though, Zan. Beyond what you can see on the camera.
/That's all that you'll let me be!
I'm just a girl, living in captivity/
In the Alien chat, Zack was shaking his head.
ChristmasNazi: So, King, you know any girls you might like?
Zack blushed a little.
KingOfTheLab: There's one.
*ChristmasNazi claps her hands*
ChristmasNazi: Do tell, do tell.
KingOfTheLab: Her name's Music.
KingShit: Nice name.
KingOfTheLab: She's a nice girl.
ChristmasNazi: Is she pretty?
KingOfTheLab: Yes.
*ChristmasNazi looks about to burst*
King Shit: Why don't you describe her?
King Of The Lab: She's tall. Taller than me, actually.
Christmas Nazi: How much taller?
King Of The Lab: Three quarters of an inch.
King Shit: So you'd be eye to eye with her.
*King of the Lab nods*
/Your rule of thumb
Makes me worry some/
Christmas Nazi: What else?
King Of The Lab: Her hair is white. She bleached it, I believe. With a friend's help.
Christmas Nazi: Is it long?
King Of The Lab: I believe so. She keeps it up in an elaborate style that would require quite a length of hair for it. It makes one wonder if she gets migraines.
Christmas Nazi: I know I would if my hair was that long.
King Shit: Probably, yeah.
Zack looked up to see Muse's camera pointed at him. He just shrugged, guessing that she was probably taking pictures of him or something. Since he didn't know if he would actually see her again.
Christmas Nazi: What else, hon?
King Of The Lab: She has a lovely complexion.
King Shit: Tanned or pale?
King Of The Lab: Like a peach, actually.
*Christmas Nazi smiles*
/I'm just a girl, what's my destiny/
Zan: He is beautiful.
Muse: He is.
Zan: He looks like he's concentrating...
Muse checked the other chat and smiled. Things were popping up rather quickly, so she guessed that Isabel and Max were getting Zack to talk to them.
Muse: Max and Izzie are talking with him.
Zan: Ah.
/What I've succumbed to is making me numb/
Zan: So did you get the place?
Muse: Yup. Smiling and nodding here.
Zan: I'm chuckling. How many rooms?
Muse: It's a nice townhouse near the Institute, with plenty of room. It's several levels. Two bedrooms and a mid-sized bathroom on the ground floor. A basement that's been updated.
Zan: Nice.
Muse: Yeah. It is. The floors on the ground floor are solid. Real wood that was covered with a thin, but strong, layer of protective coating.
Zan: So as not to score and damage the wood.
Muse: Yup.
/I'm just a girl, my apologies/
Zan: How big is the kitchen and dining room?
Muse: Huge. And that's just separately. It's got all brand new furnishings in the kitchen and dining room, including lighting fixtures. And the lighting fixture in the dining room is just beautiful. The lady said that it was made with genuine Austrian crystal.
Zan: Sweet!
Muse: Oh yeah. That's what I said.
Zan: Next floor up?
Muse: Four bedrooms with their own baths. Two of them have claw tubs and two have these sweet ass shower stalls with jets...
/What I've become is so burdensome/
Zan: That sounds like fun.
Muse: The shower stalls have vibrating shower heads. Even little seats so you don't slip and hurt yourself.
Zan: Sweet. Sounds like a masturbater's paradise.
Muse: Yup, you'd be right at home.
Zan: I'm glaring at you right now.
Muse: You know it's true, Zan.
Zan: Yeah, it is, isn't it?
Muse: I so have to get you laid...
/I'm just a girl, lucky me/
For the next couple of hours, Zack continued to talk with Max and Isabel, gaining two new friends in them. And Muse continued to give Zan a detailed tour to the new house. Zan told her at one point that Zack was watching her, Zack feeding her her own camera feed. She saw the contemplation in Zack's eyes and chuckled softly. He was a real cutie pie.
/Twiddle-dum, there's no comparison/
That evening found them working a little late, but Rath had went to pick up Zan.
“Who were ya talkin' to for so long?” Angela asked her sister.
Muse smiled softly.
“Rath's foster brother.”
“Ah.”
“Yeah. The three of us chipped in for a new place and afforded this sweet ass town house near the Institute.”
“Cool.”
“Definitely.”
/Oh...I've had it up to!/
“So do you need the shovel speech?” Angela asked Muse suddenly.
Muse looked at her sister with confusion.
“Huh?”
“Zack,” Angela told her, “do I need to give you the shovel speech?”
/Oh...I've had it up to!!/
“Why would I need it, Ange, it's not like anything is going to happen.”
Angela scoffed and rolled her eyes.
“You guys have been checking each other out,” She pointed out, “since you first came here.”
“Yeah, and?”
“He likes you, Music, I can tell.”
Muse found herself blushing for some reason.
“And?” Muse prodded her sister, poking the older woman in the arm.
/Oh...I've had it up to here!/
“When he was talking to Christmas Nazi and King Shit...”
“Isabel and Max.”
“Huh?”
“Isabel is Christmas Nazi...and for good reason.”
“And King Shit?”
“Max is called King Shit for a reason I can't tell you. And before you say something, Ange, 1: it ain't my secret to tell and 2: it's something that could get a lot of people killed, including myself.”
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Well, kiddies. That's the end of part one. For now, Max and Isabel's involvement is through the chat. Zan will be a 'once in a blue moon' kinda figure. Yes, they will seem OOC, but it's set a long time after Roswell ended as a series.
Author: Me.
Fandom: Bones.
Main Pairing: Zack/OFC.
Minor Pairing: Future Angela/Hodgins, Future Booth/Bones.
Summary: Angela has a sister and her name is Music. But you can call her Muse.
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Disclaimer: Don't own diddly squat but Muse. Don't own Bones, don't own Roswell. Which bites, but a girl can have her fantasies can't they? Cause if I owned them, I'd have Zack, Rath, Michael, and Zan hidden away somewhere...
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Note: Song that inspired this chapter is 'Just a Girl' by No Doubt. There will be a minor x-over with Roswell, concerning Booth's brother. It will turn out that Rath and Michael are closely related genetically to Booth on their human side. There was a third set of which, Jared, was the 'Michael/Rath' of the group. The others will...well, MIGHT...come along in the next story. The Ava/Tess of the group is called Koihoma and the Lonnie/Isabel of the group is Orelleana. The Liz of the group is Victoriana, but the others coined her 'Hack' cause she's a Hacker Elite.
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Prologue: 'Just A Girl':
/Take this pink ribbon off my eyes/
Her sister called her about a case that Booth, hot but dorky, managed to get Tempe to say yes to, although why she would EVER say no to that man, she never knew. Seeley Booth was one heck of a specimen of, but she herself wasn't all that interested in him, not for a potential honey. His brother, Jared, was a crack up. Sweet boy made her laugh like she was at the Comedy Central Roasts in living color. And if there was one thing she knew...
/I'm exposed/
She would have swallowed a horse tranquilizer to see the faces of Seeley and the squints when Angela told them she had a sister. She would have paid money to see Seeley's face when Rath had walked up to them. Rath knew who she was, she bet that all Rath's little group did. After Zan's accident, he was moved to DC with Jared and herself. Lonnie jumped ship...almost literally and Ava ditched it to Roswell, New Mexico. Not that she blamed the girl, Lonnie always scared the shit out of the poor kid.
/And it's no big surprise/
When Angela told her about sending her little sister to talk to the girl's parents, the blank and confused look upon the team's faces...priceless. Well, would have been if it had been a joke. But this was no joke. But this is where it comes to.
/Don't you think I know
Exactly where I stand/
Angela and the team looked up to see Rath opening the door for someone. A tall young woman walked in, Angela's eyes widening. She knew that it had been years since she'd seen her little sister, but... She felt a finger close her mouth, turning to face a smirking Jared. He pointed back to the young woman. She was standing there talking to Rath. She looked taller than Booth and he was 5' 11” to 6' tall. Of course, her platformed boots might be helping. She looked at the shoes and put her sister's height, barefoot, to be 5 foot 10 inches. Her sister's legs looked like that of a runner, a fighter, but she doubted that Music could do much of that in platformed boots that put her five inches off the ground. Her sister was wearing tight leather pants, the lights around the lab gleaming of the surface of the black pants. She was wearing a white top that said 'Fuck Off, I'm Reading!' across the chest, then on the back, it showed stick figures. One was a gypsy woman reading the palm of the other stick figure. She rolled her eyes and chuckled.
/This world is forcing me
to hold your hand/
Music turned just in time to see Angela rolling her eyes, chuckling and shaking her head herself. She ran a hand through her loose 'bleached out' locks. Rath 'bleached' her hair, that much Angela knew, but what the woman didn't know was that Rath used his powers to do so. Music let her eyes run over that of the team.
'Blue eyes with the fro' she sent to Rath.
'His name is Jack Hodgins. Rich boy, but he don't like living off the benefits' He replied.
Music cocked her head, staring Hodgins in the eye for a moment before smiling at the man.
'He'll be good for Angie.'
'Yeah, he will.'
/'Cause I'm just a girl, little 'ol me
Don't let me out of your sight/
Music moved on to the next, winking at Tempe, who smiled brightly in return. Tempe Brennan was one person that Music loved to keep in contact with. She didn't really keep in contact with her sister cause...well, after the falling out a few years back, she didn't know if she'd ever really be welcome.
'Jared? Ya listening?'
'Yes.'
'What do you think of Seeley and Tempe? Cute couple? Yes? No?'
'Most definitely.'
Music chuckled.
/I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite
So don't let me have any rights/
'Rath? Opinions?'
'Seeley likes her, yes. But he doesn't know how Tempe feels. He fears her reaction to Parker...'
Music sighed heavily. If there was one thing that mattered most to Booth, above all other things, including his job and himself, it was his son.
'He's also a brooding, cranky, can't sing for shit, self-sacrificing, sanctimonious asshole,' Music added with a mental chuckle, 'but I digress.'
'No you didn't,' Jared laughed.
Music looked over at Jared, a pointed look in her eye and a pierced brow raised. Jared stuck his tongue out petulantly at her before glaring playfully. She flipped him the bird, the henna tattoo pattern that was permanently tattooed, courtesy of Ava, standing out. Tempe was up before anyone could say anything, taking Music's hand, taking the knuckle glove of, tossing it behind her before examining the tattoo upon her friend's hand.
“That is beautiful work,” She told Music.
“Rath's foster sister Ava did it,” Music chuckled.
Those who never heard her speak before noticed that her voice was lighter, but smokier, that Angela's voice.
/Oh...I've had it up to here!
The moment that I step outside/
Tempe and Music talked over the tattoos on her hands, but mentally, Music, Jared, and Rath were discussing the pros and cons of a romantic relationship between Seeley and Tempe. The chemistry was already there, the sexual tension could be cut with a hot knife and...well, that was about it, besides the fact that the two were clueless, stubborn, and adorably a royal pain in the tattooed patootie.
'Wait a sec...'
'What, Muse?'
'Who's the cutie?'
Rath looked up for a second to see what she meant.
'Zachary Uriah Addy, 24 years old, child prodigy, he has Asperger's.'
'Damn...'
'Yeah.'
'He is damn adorable'.
'Yup.'
'Hey, Rath?'
'What?'
Muse mentally shook her head.
'Never mind, sweetness.'
/So many reasons
For me to run and hide/
Rath cocked his head and looked over at Muse, smirking.
'You like the kid, don't you?'
'Rath!!'
Jared wiggled his finger in his ear like somebody just set off a bullhorn next to it.
'Damn, Muse, didn't know you were a screamer'
Jared could hear her mentally growling at her, seeing her glare at him from over Tempe's head.
'Hey, J, Muse likes Zack'
/I can't do the little things I hold so dear
'Cause it's all those little things
That I fear/
An hour later found Muse at the home of the victim's parents with Rath and Jared.
“Why didn't Seeley come himself?” The mother asked.
Muse sighed.
“It took a great deal of talking to to even get Seeley to agree to let me work on the case,” She confessed, “let alone come to you,” She looked over to Rath, who nodded, closing the curtains, “Mrs Eller, what I am about to show you...well, if the government knew, let's just say that a whole lot of people would end up on a slab.”
Jared stood by the door, while Rath and Muse sat side-by-side.
“Mr Eller, I understand you know the meaning of classified?”
The man nodded.
“Then you would understand if I ask you to treat what is about to happen...” She let out a shaky sigh, Rath laying a picture underneath her hand, “as classified information.”
Mr and Mrs Eller nodded. Rath put his hand over Muse's, the two hands pressing onto the glass of the framed picture.
/'Cause I'm just a girl I'd rather not be
'Cause they won't let me drive/
Muse cocked her head, her eyes closed. Rath breathed through his nose, his lids closed tight as he tried to concentrate.
“She's scared...” Muse said softly, “but not of the man following her...Ken's been acting strangely. Ever since she told him...”
“Told him what?” Cleo's mother asked.
“That she was pregnant. And that it was the Senator's.”
Muse's fingers moved to Cleo's boyfriend in the picture.
“He's scared too...but not like Cleo. No. He's afraid for something else...his career maybe...”
Muse's brows furrowed and she whimpered.
“He's mad...angry...he's hiding it...”
“Hiding what?”
“The murder weapon. He's waiting for her. For her to come to him...”
Mrs Eller whimpered softly.
/Late at night I'm just a girl,
Guess I'm some kind of freak/
Muse whimpered, feeling Cleo's fear for her own.
“She's going to him now...She sees that he's angry...She sees him reaching for something...” Muse cried out, Jared turning to see, turning back to the door just as quickly. Muse's fingers scooted over to Ken in the picture, a soft growling low in her throat, “He's angry...thinking that the stupid bitch was going to cost him everything, cost the Senator everything...”
Jared walked over to them, pulling Rath and Muse from the picture. He whispered softly to them, letting the two breath.
“He killed her...” Mrs Eller whispered.
Jared nodded.
“You can tell no one this, not even Seeley.”
Mr Eller nodded his understanding, his wife agreeing with him.
/'Cause they all sit and stare
With their eyes/
The next few days found Muse working closely with her sister and the team. Muse would watch Zack until one of the team would catch her. Zack caught her a few times, the two of them smiling and blushing before looking away. The antics of the two found the team laughing. Muse was working on her laptop when a buzz from the 'AliensRus' chat room sounded.
*KingShitDeus has logged in*
*ChristmasNazi has logged in*
KingShitDeus: Hey, MusaChica, you there?
*MusaChica yawned*
She shook her head and laughed.
MC: Hey, Big Z, how ya feelin?
KSD: Like shit, what else?
MC: Izzie?
CN: *shrugs*
Muse rolled her eyes. What's wrong with her now? Muse thought to herself.
KSD: Trouble in paradise, Musa, you missed out on stuff. What the heck you been doin'?
MC: Classified.
*KSD and CN goggle at MC*
MC: *rolls eyes* Don't worry, my lovely little green ones, it ain't NID type shit. I'm working with Michael's brothers at the Jeffersonian.
*CN whistles.*
*NextKingUp has logged in*
MC: Mikey, we were just talking about you.
NKU: *rolls eyes* Are they behaving?
*MC nods*
/I'm just a girl,
Take a good look at me,
Just your typical prototype/
MC: Believe it or not, yes. We're talking about Seals and Tempe.
CN: Hooking them up?
*KingShit has logged in*
MC: *Bows to King Shit* Hey, Maxie.
KS: *Chuckles* Hey, Musa, how Z?
KSD: I'm fine, thank you.
*MC clears ear*
MC: Is that sarcasm I hear?
*KSD rolls eyes*
MC: Iz, so what do you think? Seals and Tempe? Yes? Or an emphatic no?
CN: Thumbs up from here.
*BigDonkeyDik logs in*
BDD: What's up, ladies?
KSD: I don't know about you, buddy, but this ain't no damn Alien Sex chat room. And it's a private one, how'd you get in?
BDD: What's wrong, baby girl?
*MC, CN, and KS cringe*
BDD: What?
KSD: This, asshole!
Muse laughed as Zan ejected the guy from the chat room and made sure it was password protected. A password that only a certain group knew.
/Oh...I've had it up to here!
Oh...am I making myself clear?/
Zack looked over the screen, looking at Muse for a moment. The girl was laughing about something, but what it was, who knew? He opened the 'AliensRus' chat and sighed.
*KingOfTheLab has logged on*
Muse's eyes went wide. Zack?
MC: Hi.
KOTL: Hi.
KS: Hey.
CN: Welcome.
KSD: What's up, bro?
KOTL: Not much really.
A separate IM popped up from Zan, with the message 'You know who KingOfTheLab is, don't you?'.
Muse: Yeah, I do.
Zan: Who is it?
Muse: Angela's friend, Zack.
/I'm just a girl,
I'm just a girl in the world.../
Zan: So?
Muse: So what, Zan?
Zan: I'm sighing over here.
Muse rolled her eyes, checking the other chat for a moment. Max and Isabel were keeping Zack occupied.
Muse: I like the guy, Zan.
Zan: Picture me saying 'I told you so'.
Muse flipped off the computer.
Zan: Is your webcam on?
Muse: Yeah.
Zan: Let me see this guy, then.
Muse laughed. She turned it toward Zack.
Zan: I'm fanning myself here. He is a real cutie.
Muse: And I'm chuckling. I love his eyes. He's got those big doe eyes.
Zan: Yeah he does.
Tempe silently pointed it out to the others when Muse turned the camera toward Zack. Angela whispered in her ear that Rath's foster brother, Zan, probably asked her to do it.
Muse: He is just so adorable, though, Zan. Beyond what you can see on the camera.
/That's all that you'll let me be!
I'm just a girl, living in captivity/
In the Alien chat, Zack was shaking his head.
ChristmasNazi: So, King, you know any girls you might like?
Zack blushed a little.
KingOfTheLab: There's one.
*ChristmasNazi claps her hands*
ChristmasNazi: Do tell, do tell.
KingOfTheLab: Her name's Music.
KingShit: Nice name.
KingOfTheLab: She's a nice girl.
ChristmasNazi: Is she pretty?
KingOfTheLab: Yes.
*ChristmasNazi looks about to burst*
King Shit: Why don't you describe her?
King Of The Lab: She's tall. Taller than me, actually.
Christmas Nazi: How much taller?
King Of The Lab: Three quarters of an inch.
King Shit: So you'd be eye to eye with her.
*King of the Lab nods*
/Your rule of thumb
Makes me worry some/
Christmas Nazi: What else?
King Of The Lab: Her hair is white. She bleached it, I believe. With a friend's help.
Christmas Nazi: Is it long?
King Of The Lab: I believe so. She keeps it up in an elaborate style that would require quite a length of hair for it. It makes one wonder if she gets migraines.
Christmas Nazi: I know I would if my hair was that long.
King Shit: Probably, yeah.
Zack looked up to see Muse's camera pointed at him. He just shrugged, guessing that she was probably taking pictures of him or something. Since he didn't know if he would actually see her again.
Christmas Nazi: What else, hon?
King Of The Lab: She has a lovely complexion.
King Shit: Tanned or pale?
King Of The Lab: Like a peach, actually.
*Christmas Nazi smiles*
/I'm just a girl, what's my destiny/
Zan: He is beautiful.
Muse: He is.
Zan: He looks like he's concentrating...
Muse checked the other chat and smiled. Things were popping up rather quickly, so she guessed that Isabel and Max were getting Zack to talk to them.
Muse: Max and Izzie are talking with him.
Zan: Ah.
/What I've succumbed to is making me numb/
Zan: So did you get the place?
Muse: Yup. Smiling and nodding here.
Zan: I'm chuckling. How many rooms?
Muse: It's a nice townhouse near the Institute, with plenty of room. It's several levels. Two bedrooms and a mid-sized bathroom on the ground floor. A basement that's been updated.
Zan: Nice.
Muse: Yeah. It is. The floors on the ground floor are solid. Real wood that was covered with a thin, but strong, layer of protective coating.
Zan: So as not to score and damage the wood.
Muse: Yup.
/I'm just a girl, my apologies/
Zan: How big is the kitchen and dining room?
Muse: Huge. And that's just separately. It's got all brand new furnishings in the kitchen and dining room, including lighting fixtures. And the lighting fixture in the dining room is just beautiful. The lady said that it was made with genuine Austrian crystal.
Zan: Sweet!
Muse: Oh yeah. That's what I said.
Zan: Next floor up?
Muse: Four bedrooms with their own baths. Two of them have claw tubs and two have these sweet ass shower stalls with jets...
/What I've become is so burdensome/
Zan: That sounds like fun.
Muse: The shower stalls have vibrating shower heads. Even little seats so you don't slip and hurt yourself.
Zan: Sweet. Sounds like a masturbater's paradise.
Muse: Yup, you'd be right at home.
Zan: I'm glaring at you right now.
Muse: You know it's true, Zan.
Zan: Yeah, it is, isn't it?
Muse: I so have to get you laid...
/I'm just a girl, lucky me/
For the next couple of hours, Zack continued to talk with Max and Isabel, gaining two new friends in them. And Muse continued to give Zan a detailed tour to the new house. Zan told her at one point that Zack was watching her, Zack feeding her her own camera feed. She saw the contemplation in Zack's eyes and chuckled softly. He was a real cutie pie.
/Twiddle-dum, there's no comparison/
That evening found them working a little late, but Rath had went to pick up Zan.
“Who were ya talkin' to for so long?” Angela asked her sister.
Muse smiled softly.
“Rath's foster brother.”
“Ah.”
“Yeah. The three of us chipped in for a new place and afforded this sweet ass town house near the Institute.”
“Cool.”
“Definitely.”
/Oh...I've had it up to!/
“So do you need the shovel speech?” Angela asked Muse suddenly.
Muse looked at her sister with confusion.
“Huh?”
“Zack,” Angela told her, “do I need to give you the shovel speech?”
/Oh...I've had it up to!!/
“Why would I need it, Ange, it's not like anything is going to happen.”
Angela scoffed and rolled her eyes.
“You guys have been checking each other out,” She pointed out, “since you first came here.”
“Yeah, and?”
“He likes you, Music, I can tell.”
Muse found herself blushing for some reason.
“And?” Muse prodded her sister, poking the older woman in the arm.
/Oh...I've had it up to here!/
“When he was talking to Christmas Nazi and King Shit...”
“Isabel and Max.”
“Huh?”
“Isabel is Christmas Nazi...and for good reason.”
“And King Shit?”
“Max is called King Shit for a reason I can't tell you. And before you say something, Ange, 1: it ain't my secret to tell and 2: it's something that could get a lot of people killed, including myself.”
.................................
Well, kiddies. That's the end of part one. For now, Max and Isabel's involvement is through the chat. Zan will be a 'once in a blue moon' kinda figure. Yes, they will seem OOC, but it's set a long time after Roswell ended as a series.