Aric Chase *He was hanging out in his room, watching television,
when he hears his phone vibrate next to his bed. jumping up to grab it he reads
the incoming text from Tegan. "Come to my office". oh oh.
Throwing on his shoes he heads down the hallway. Arriving outside Tegan's
office he knocks as he walks in.*Looking for me Sir?
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Tegan GenOne Yes, I am *Pushing aside
the files on his desk, he gestured towards the guest seat* Sit down. We have something
to discuss. I met with Lucan and would like to discuss your progress
Aric Chase *Taking the offered seat
he folds his hands in his lap.*Lucan, Sir? Is this about the possible day
missions he and I discussed last week? He had mentioned he wanted to speak with
you.
Tegan GenOne We spoke briefly and we
will meet again after I've had a chance to discuss with you *Crossing his arms
over his chest, he studied the young Breed in front of him. Taking in his looks
and attitude* Tell me, where do you feel you are now?
Aric Chase Well, Sir*He clears his
throat* I have been training under you for quite a while now. I feel that my
hand to hand combat is strong. My weapons training isn't as strong as I would
like it to be honestly.*He cringes at the smirk on Tegan's face at this admission*
What is your opinion Sir?
Tegan GenOne *He couldn't help the
smirk that lit across his face at the admission. It was rare to find a warrior
who could freely admit his faults. It was rather noble* For one, you've
accurately pegged your strengths and weaknesses. You've also taken initiative
to ask for more. I like that. You know where you're going *Scanning the
cabinet, he searched for Aric's file to make some
notes*
Aric Chase *Looking up in surprise at
the compliment he watches Tegan pull out a file. It isn't often that the
warrior spoke so candidly, especially with him.*Thank you Sir. I wish to become
an asset to the Order. I have abilities that are unique and I feel could be
used to assist our cause. There was a time when we relied heavily on the
breedmates to take care of things during the day, I would like to help in any
way possible.*He shifts in his chair, trying to mask his nervousness*
Tegan GenOne *He stroked his chin in
deep thought* Good point. Have you spoken to your father about this idea? What
does he have to say about you taking on such a serious task? *Making a few more
notes, he closed the file and set it aside. He would need it soon*
Aric Chase My father?*Pausing, he
considers the question*Umm, no Sir, I haven't spoken with Dad about this yet. I
haven't had much of a chance to speak with him lately, and frankly I didn't
want to speak with him about it until Lucan made his decision. Do you feel I need
my father's approval before any decisions are made? Do you think he will have a
problem with it?
Tegan GenOne That is not up for me to
decide. If you don't want to speak with him, we can. I hope you know it's not
that we doubt you. We'd just like to hear what Sterling has to say. *Rising to his feet,
he fist bumped the kid* We might have you partner up with Mira. You two could be our daytime recon
group.
Aric Chase No, I can speak with him
about it. That is not a problem, Sir.*Rising to his feet he fist bumps Tegan in return* I will speak with him
the next chance I get. Thank you, Sir. I would be happy to partner with Mira.
Tegan GenOne *He nodded, leading the
way out of his office. Aric had been
raised and trained well. He would make a fine warrior. With that thought in
mind, he headed towards his quarters, bidding the kid Adieu*
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Micah Breed *His combat gloves slammed against the punching bag sending a
slapping echo through the training room as he pushed the pace of the combat
sequence he was reviewing. Pausing for a split second to swipe the sweat from
his brow, he readjusts his stance and starts resumes his training*
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Tegan
GenOne *Leaving a brief meeting with Lucan, his pace slowed as he approached the
training center. Someone was going at it seriously, and curious, he peeked in
through the glass doors. Arching a brow, he entered and watched his son train
in silence, eyes tracking the movements - noting what he did well and what he
needed to improve upon* Raise your fists higher
Micah Breed *Lifting his sight from
the sequence, he watched his father move across the training room* Higher?
*resisting the urge to verbalize his disagreement, he lifted his hands slightly
higher and went back to pounding on the bag*
Tegan
GenOne Imagine you're in a brawl. I'd expect you to protect
your vital organs *Leaning against the wall, he continued watching in silence
besides the occasional critique. He was good, great even. But as his son, he
knew he could be better and he wanted that*
Micah Breed *Zeroing in on the bag,
he rounds his shoulders slightly and moves through the hits and blocks again.
Holding his elbows to cover his midsection and chest, he lifts his fists high
enough to cover his face and throat from any returned aggression. Breathing through
every move, he keeps his peripheral vision trained on the bulk of his father,
knowing full well that 360 degrees of vigilance is necessary in the world of a
warrior*
Tegan
GenOne *Growling, he put on a pair of glove and joined. He
held the bag, locking eyes with Micah as they both took turns pounding
the heavy weight* You want to be better, you better fucking earn it. You're my
son, and damn if I'll let you slack up.
Micah Breed *Throwing all his weight
into the hits, he never took his eyes off his father's* Slacking? *Swallowing a
growl and a sneer* I work my ass off to earn your opinions *Slamming the bag
twice more* to earn your approval *raising his fists* to earn your status
*sucking in a quick breath, he lets fly with a hard right hook, watching his
gloved fist sail straight past the bag towards the side of his father's head*
Tegan
GenOne *Only quick thinking saved him from being nailed
square in the face. It did manage to scrape the side of his head though.
Letting out a vicious snarl, in the blink of an eye, he had his son backed up
against the wall* You fucking watch your tone when you're speaking to me. I
helped bring you into this world, and I sure as fuck will take you out of it.
You're great, but you're also my child. I trained the others, but you have to
be fucking at the top. Got me?
Micah Breed *Refusing to show
weakness as the chill of the hard wall slammed against his back. He knew he
wouldn't be able to physically move his genone father from his pinning
position. Opting to play up the pride angle, he lifted his lip and spoke
through his own fanged snarl* I am at the top, Tegan. Any higher *pausing for his words to
sink in* and I'll be better than you.
Tegan
GenOne *He bared his fangs in a wicked smile, chuckling
darkly in amusement. He'd heard worse, and refused to be bated by his own son*
Better eh? I want you to prove it. Right now, you're not doing so hot
Micah Breed *Shoving the heel of his
hand into the bottom of his father's chin, he takes the split second of
lessened body pressure as an opportunity and follows through by slamming his
fist into Tegan's steel gut and rolling against the wall to escape the genone's
grasp*
Tegan
GenOne I know I taught you better than to use cheap tricks
*Cracking his knuckles, he stalked Micah and barreled towards him with precise
movements, catching him from behind and pinning him down unto the mat. Steadily
increasing pressure, he held his face against the floor* Still have something
to prove?
Micah Breed *Gritting his teeth as
his vision started to blur from his position on the floor* Dad, Dad! *Squirming
hard to move his weight, he suddenly realizes he wasn't pinned anymore, in fact
he hadn't been for the last few minutes. Admiration replaces the anger in his
chest and he wraps his arms around Tegan's shoulders and returns the hug* I
love you Dad.
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Happy New Year!
Love, Elise and Tegan
Elise Chase *The smell of hot chocolate hit her senses first as her mate
walked through the door of the living room. Smiling, she took the cup from Tegan and gently sipped
the hot concoction.* Thank you, love. One of my favorite parts of the season. — with Nathan Bishop.
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Tegan GenOne Anything
for you beautiful *He sat on the sofa and pulled her into his lap. He smiled,
stroking her cheek as she enjoyed her sugared drink*
Elise Chase *Settling
into his lap, she leaned back against his chest and stared at the lights on the
tree.* You know I saw this purple car today, it would really match Micah's
eyes. Think he would like it for Christmas?
Tegan GenOne Fuck
no *He shook his head, softening his tone* He'll be more suited to black or
grey. I can get it for you though *He wrapped an arm around her waist, holding
her flush against his chest* Anything to make you happy
Nathan Bishop -Arriving
back at the compound, my mind still on Jordana.
I hear voices in the main living area. At the door, I spy Tegan and Elise. Not
wanting to interrupt, I start to walk on by, but I stop suddenly. I look back
in on them. My breath catches as I watch them. Feeling like a voyeur, I tell
myself to leave but I can't help but look at them with...what is this? Longing?
Maybe. I'm not sure. It's such a foreign feeling. I see something in the two of
them that I've never noticed before. The love that they share is tangible. I
find myself...wanting... and thinking more of Jordana.-
Elise Chase *Smiling,
she shook her head.* I gave you my list, and it has already been filled. I
don't need anything else. Do you think he needs a new one? Maybe when he
returns to the States for good? *She sat her cup down and relaxed back into his
arms, nuzzling his neck.*
Tegan GenOne *He
sensed a stirring in the air, a slight change that would not have registered to
Elise's human senses. No matter, if the figure wanted his presence known, he
would announce it* He still has a few more months left. Then perhaps he has a
spot on one of the teams
Nathan Bishop -I know that if I stand here much longer, Tegan will sense me, if he hasn't already. It will be hard to explain the reasons for spying on him and his mate. I would likely get my ass kicked and rightfully so. As I take a last look, an image moves through my mind - Jordana and myself...Together. What would it be like? I'm an emotional mess and I am not equipped to handle this. I wasn't born and bred for this. I fear I am losing my mind.-
Elise Chase *She
nodded, secretly excited that Micah would
be closer to home.* So no car to match his eyes, no matter what I did he still
preferred your black and gray to the purple and green I pushed on him.
*laughing lightly* By the way, if he asks you about dressing up as Santa, just
go with it ok? *grinning* I promise to make it worth your time
Tegan GenOne *He
arced a brow, amused at his mate's plan. He turned around and nodded at Nathan,
acknowledging his presence. Kissing Elise's lips, he growled as he excused
himself* I'll be back soon. Stay beautiful
Nathan Bishop -Shit!
I knew better than to wait. I nod at Tegan who is now getting up from his seat.
I stuff my hands into my pockets, pulling them out again, I run a hand over my
scalp, already feeling my glyphs darkening in color, my emotions roiling. I
step away from the door and begin to pace. What the hell am I supposed to say
to him? What was I thinking?-
Elise Chase *Sliding
off Tegan's lap, she settled in the corner of the couch, picking her cup back up and nursing the drink. She eyed the tv trying to decide if she really wanted to watch a movie with him in the common area of the house.*
Tegan GenOne *As
he walked up to the Breed, the air around crackled with anxiety. Something was
definitely up.* Everything good? Let's take a walk and talk
Nathan Bishop -Not
trusting my voice just yet, I nod and follow him out the door into the cold
night. We walk for a few minutes before I sort through my thoughts enough to
speak- Tegan, I am sorry that I interrupted you with your mate. It wasn't my
intention. -I stop walking and look up at the moon, taking a deep breath,
looking for some inner calm in my sudden emotional uproar.-
Tegan GenOne *He
smirked* Good thing you walked in when you did. You might have seen worse
otherwise *He sobered, patting Nathan on the shoulder. Hissing, he abruptly
pulled away, his own senses and emotions turned on like a live wire* Jordana...Fucking
hell
Nathan Bishop -A
low growl erupts at the mention of her name. I take a step back and shake my
head, trying to clear it. I look back up at T with confusion. I know he read my
emotions but how could he have nailed it so well? Beyond miserable, I blurt
out- Tegan, what the hell am I supposed to do? -I stun my own self with my
admonition-
Tegan GenOne Get
your emotions under control for one. She's set to be mated, yeah? *He arched a
brow at the feral sound Nathan uttered* Shit, you two....have done things?
Nathan Bishop -I
run my hand along my scalp again, trying to get myself under control- No! Yes!
Fuck! She kissed me. It was just one fucking kiss.
Tegan GenOne As
long as that's all you've done. Mind if I give you some advice?
Nathan Bishop -I
shake my head- No, of course not. But that's not stopped you before. -At T's
look, I shut the fuck up and listen-
Tegan GenOne True shit *He chuckled at the smart ass comment* Seriously though, if it's meant to work out, it will. Looking at Elise and I? It kills me every time to think I could have missed that opportunity. When I lost Sorcha, I made the decision to never be happy again. I was bell bent on not being deserving of the good fortune Elise would bring. *He put his face in his palms and breathed deep* Long story short, if Jordana's right for you, you'll get her. Just don't ruin things and get yourself killed by her parents before you find out.
Nathan Bishop -I
absorb his words and nod- I appreciate it, Tegan. Thank you. -We turn back
towards the compound. I'm sure he's ready to get back to his mate and I need to
go run off some of this tension-
Elise Chase *Waking up slowly, she barely moves from her warm spot against Tegan, choosing instead to nestle closer. She blinked as she realized he was already awake, watching her and holding her hand. His fingers had captured hers and he was playing with her wedding ring, a symbol from the human world that she wore with pride. Smiling, she tugged their hands to her mouth where she kissed each finger slowly.* Love you to pieces, Tegan
Tegan GenOne *He smiled at her, a slight curve to his lips as he continued to stare at their linked fingers. He had woken some time ago, but could not force himself to part ways with his lovely mate. The carnage from last night had haunted him, images filling his head of how Sorcha had experienced something similar. He had a chance to start a new life, with Elise, and he'd be fucked if anything came between them. She held his heart, and kept him going through the tough times* I love you to whole.
