Mercer idly drummed his fingers on the table as he waited for the microwave to stop cooking his lunch, the object in question being a piece of chicken he had taken from somebody’s lunch. It would hold him over for the next five hours despite barely being the size of his fist. When it started to beep he opened the door and yanked his ill-gotten lunch out and retreated to a table in the corner of the room, empty save for Cross who was busy eating some type of Indian food.

The rest of the room was filled with various people, scientists, interns since this floor wasn’t off limits, Blackwatch personnel etc. It was a decent sized room filled with round tables and chairs, easily allowing the fifty or so people to congregate in there with only minimal trouble to space. The few people in his way parted like the Red Sea did for Moses, knowing better than to irritate him. The two Blackwatch personnel guarding the open door watched him, their rifles idly held in their hands.

Cross glanced up as Mercer dropped his plate on the table and sat down to eat, and said hello through his mouthful of some type of rice before returning to eating. Mercer in turn nibbled at his food as he was thinking of whether or not to continue with one of his experiments, that could potentially be reap him rewards unlike any he’d seen thus far in any of his other experiments, but had yet to show any success.

He was drawn out of his thoughts by Cross tapping on the table to get his attention. Mercer looked up to see him holding a hand to his com-link and was listening before finally saying, “Yeah, hang on a second. Your sister’s outside Mercer, took her from the house you told her to go to, do you want to talk to her now?”

“Oh right…” He muttered. He forgot about that, he’d spent the past 24 hours watching one of his experiments and to make sure it didn’t grow out of control. And before that he’d been finishing up with a few essentials, firing an idiot that nearly broke one of his vials of virus, watching the Blackwatch troopers move through his lab like brutes etc. etc. He could tell them to keep her waiting but considering her attitude and what-not, she’d probably break a few kneecaps to try and figure out what he’d been up to and end up getting shot.

Sighing he nodded. “Bring her in.” Cross nodded and stood up, proceeding to leave but not before talking to the two guards at the door, who both saluted and remained standing there. Probably were told to keep an eye on him. Mercer continued nibbling at his chicken, waiting for Cross to come back with his sister.

Ten minutes later he heard a slight scuffle outside as somebody was shoved aside, or so he guessed by the loud thud against the wall, and then lo and behold his sister appeared practically steaming while Cross followed her. Her eyes immediately locked onto him and she stalked towards him, the guards making to intercept but stopped as Cross grabbed them both by the shoulders and held them back.

Dana stalked towards him dressed in a black jacket, with a striped shirt underneath, neither of which traveled down to cover her midriff. On her lower half she wore a denim skirt and black leggings, with target brand red tennis shoes. Her hair was a ruffled red brown, mixing well with the slight freckles she had under her pale green eyes. Which were set

Mercer gave Cross a glare and he responded with a slight grin, moving over to the wall so he could lean on it and crossed his arms to watch the sibling fight that was about to happen. Mercer went from watching Cross to Dana as she yanked out a chair and sat down in it with a huff, staring at him silently for a few moments. Then she said, quite pissed with a hiss, “What the fuck was up with the armed guards kidnapping me? And why aren’t you living at your house anymore?”

The chatter died down slightly in the room as a few heads turned towards them. He glanced at each of the heads and they all whipped back towards their food like nothing happened. Turning back to his sister he held up his hands in mock surrender. “Dana calm down, it slipped my mind that I live here now.”

“How the hell do you forget where you live?” She asked jabbing a finger at him.

“Same way I forgot I had a sister?” Oh if looks could kill, he’d be more dead then his specimens right now.

“Oh yeah and as to that fuck you.” Her jabbing finger reached across the table to hover right in front of his nose. She sat back down and crossed her arms in a huff. “Mind telling me exactly what the fuck you’ve been doing, thats been so important?”

He shrugged and took another nibble of the chicken. “You know trying to save humanity as we know it, it’s hard to make the rig--”

“They only showed up six months ago, I meant beforehand.” She hissed at him.

He stopped nibbling and looked her in the eyes. “Same thing. Creating the ultimate virus, able to do anything I’d program into it, such as stop every known disease by programming the virus to attack those bacteria, fungi, viruses, parasites etc.” It wasn’t wrong, he could in theory, with enough time program the virus to do that. It just wasn’t what he was trying to do at the time, not that he’d tell Dana of course.

Her face softened slightly as he said that and she chuckled sheepishly. “Well I suppose that’s a decent excuse….” She scratched the back of her head. “I guess trying to make the ultimate cure for anything and everything is something that would make one forget about family.”

She visibly relaxed from her offensive stance earlier and quieted down as she mulled over what he said. He dropped his chicken after he finished gnawing on it and looked at her. “So what have you been up to for the past couple of years?”

She grinned slightly. “Well I’m a journalist now, moved to the city, tracked you down and….” Her grin died off. “Yeah that’s kind of it, was trying to find you Alex.” She laid her head down on the table. “Fuck this is so underwhelming.”

He grinned and reached over to ruffle her hair, to which she immediately snapped her head back up and smacked his hand away. “Hey don’t touch my hair it takes a bit to get it this way!”

He raised an eyebrow. “Really? Does that time include when you were sleeping, because it looks like you just decided to put on clothes and come over here. Nothing more, nothing less.”

She blew a raspberry at him as she ran her hands through her hair, ‘fixing’ it back to the way it was. The corners of his lip tugged upwards in a smile while he shook his head at her, she hadn’t grown up at all had she. His slight smile disappeared as Cross walked back towards them, his hand held up to his ear again as he listened to the operator on the other end.

Cross finished his trip across the room and leaned down towards Mercer. “The Princess is outside as you requested, she’s ready to help in any way she can. Should I bring her in?”

“Yes, better to do this sooner, rather than later.” Cross nodded and left the room once again, the two guards reappearing by the door as he left.

“Did I just hear him right in saying that one of the Princesses are outside?” Dana asked. He looked towards her to see a major smile growing on her face, so much so that it’d put the Cheshire cat to shame. Frankly it was creepy as fuck.

“Yes?” He answered questioningly, wanting to know why she was grinning so much.

“Is there any chance that I can interview her?” ….Oh right she said she was a journalist now. Not every day she would get a chance to interview an alien princess, and in the next few months she’d never get another chance.

He shrugged as he stood up and dusted off his pants. “If she says yes I suppose, after she does what I asked her to do.”

Dana clapped her hands together and follow after him, as he left the room, the two guards taking up a flanking position on either side of him. “I’ll be set for life after this interview, I’ll be able to just screw around on the internet an--”

Everything went white.

Author's Note

Well I'm going on hiatus because, my dad, who I still live with, decided that I'm too much of a lazy fucker to keep a computer anymore and is taking it. For the record I live with him because it's cheaper than the college dorms nearby. So unless I want to spend my hard-earned money, I have to go at least a week without consistent writing, if I convince him otherwise. Gotta love old-school Mexican Family Members...