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All Good Things Come to Those Who Wait	By : torturequeen06 Category: M through R > Predator Views: 13303 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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When Jack awoke the next morning, she found herself with the inability to move. B’rasch was gripping her tightly, as a child does with a stuffed animal. The only problem was, Jack was not a stuffed animal, and B’rasch was really, really strong. It was holding her so tightly she could hardly breathe. Not only that, but he put off a lot of body heat. Jack was pouring sweat and it was making her highly uncomfortable. Somehow, she needed to get herself out of his grip, but no matter how she much she wiggled and pushed, she could not manage to loosen his hold. After a few minutes of struggling, she gave up. Hopefully, B’rasch would wake up soon and he would set her free.
An hour later, Jack gave up all hope of the male waking up. Now, she was praying for someone to enter the room and help her out. On that part, she was in luck. A few minutes after she prayed silently, it was answered. There was a knock at the door and Jack nearly begged the person to come in. Hamilton walked through the door. “Please,” Jack’s strained voice called out, “help me.”
For a moment, Hamilton started at the woman incredulously. Then, after he had taken in her full appearance, he nearly burst into laughter. The panic stricken look on Jack’s face was priceless. It was the first time he had seen it, and probably the last, so he committed it to memory. To ensure that he got the full effect, he stared at her for several minutes, watching her squirm in B’rasch’s strong grip. Before Jack could understand what he was doing and yell at him, he was on the bed and freeing her from the yautja’s grasp. She heaved a sigh of relief and quietly thanked Hamilton. “Why didn’t you just wake him up?” he questioned the woman in a whisper.
“Because I was afraid he was the type to get pissed off when he gets woken up,” she admitted reluctantly. “I’ve seen him pretty mad before, and that was something I really don’t think I could have handled by myself.”
Hamilton was slightly taken back by Jack’s honesty. He had pegged her as a woman who hated to admit when she was afraid. Apparently, he had been wrong and it was a slight shock to him. After all the years he had lived amongst humans, he thought himself a good judge of their character, but even he occasionally got things wrong. Then again, people are as much as they show you. If they show you a tough exterior, that was the way that you saw them. Jack took a huge leap of faith actually admitting to him how she really felt. Telling him that she was actually afraid meant that she trusted him. Then again, her fear was legitimate (yautjas were not a race you wanted to piss off). It wasn’t as if she had admitted an obscure childhood fear. Like being afraid of combs. That was a weird one. But in Hamilton’s defense, his mother had always brushed his head too hard. She had even made him bleed once. He had always dreaded when she wanted to comb his hair, but it will never happen again. Since he had an adolescent, he had cut his hair extremely short. Now, there was no reason for him to have a comb. Still, just the sight of one made him shiver. “Stupid combs,” he muttered under his breath.
“What?"
“Nothing!” Hamilton’s voice cracked slightly.
“Oka-ay.” Jack looked at the man walking next to her for a moment, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She had excellent hearing and could have sworn he said “Stupid combs”, but she couldn’t really be sure. It was a weird and random thing for him to say. “Why don’t we go get some breakfast,” she suggested, trying to take her mind off of what Hamilton had said. If she thought about it too hard, she would start to pester him with questions about it and it would eventually annoy him. Jack didn’t want to piss him off. He was one of the few friends she had at the complex and she needed all the friends she could get. Especially when she planned to escape. Hamilton would be a valuable asset and one she knew would help her and Trunks get out. Hell, he would probably get out with him. He was only playing soldier for the moment. Arathians could live a very long time, and she was guessing it was the same for him, even though he wasn’t fully Arathian. They’re race was very strange when it came to aging. As they get older, they actually start to age less. Jack didn’t know just how long the Arathian lifecycle was, but she guessed they could live several thousand years. Thinking of that, she wondered just how long she would live. Eh, best not to dwell on that. She had plenty of time to worry about that later. At least, she thought she did. She could die tomorrow for all she knew.
“Breakfast sounds good,” Hamilton said quickly waiting for any change of topic. His little slip of tongue had sent him on edge. He had not meant to say anything at all, but it had just come out. All that he could hope for was that Jack would not start to prod him with questions. There was no doubt in his mind that she had heard him perfectly clear, though she was acting otherwise. As long as she kept up the fact, or entirely forgot about the whole thing, Hamilton would be happy. His childhood fear was just too embarrassing to speak of to anyone.
Jack didn’t really know why she suggested breakfast. She wasn’t really that hungry, but figured she had to eat since her body was still healing from the abuse it had suffered a couple of days ago, and honestly, she didn’t remember the last time she had eaten anything, which was not a good thing. Getting food in her stomach would be a good idea, considering she had hardly any fat on her for her body to eat away at.
When the pair reached the cafeteria, a fight had broken out. Lately, it had been a normal occurrence, so Jack just rolled her eyes, got her food, and sat down at an empty table, Hamilton close behind her. Though Jack didn’t outwardly appear to be interested in the fight, her eyes slipped up every few seconds to catch a glimpse of the men fighting. She, also, kept her ears open to see if there was anything of interest happening. All the voices were garbled together, making it hard for her to catch any one word or phrase that would help her understand what was happening. During one of her quick glances, Anthony caught her eye and made his way toward her. “What’s this all about?” she asked the man, gesturing her head toward the large group of men.
Anthony shrugged his shoulders. “One man called another a coward and a fight broke out.” The answer was simple, short, and straight to the point. Jack could respect that. Some things, like this one, didn’t need a long explanation.
“I’m guessing one of the guys that came with you was the one that started it?” she asked, shoving a piece of undercooked bacon into her mouth. Anthony just nodded in reply. Jack turned to Hamilton who was quietly munching on some rubbery scrambled eggs. “The new guys seem to think they’re tough shit. I think we need to teach them a lesson.”
“Eh, let them talk,” Hamilton replied. “Once more Black Deaths arrive; they’ll be singing a different tune.”
Jack knew that he was right, but that was not what she wanted. She wanted to take care of this mess now. Sure, most of the men in the complex didn’t like her, but they were still her men. She had fought alongside of them and that connected them in a way not many could understand. They were comrades-in-arms now, and these new guys were messing with them. It was her duty, as much as it was Hamilton’s, the take care of them. To help them when they needed it. Maybe they didn’t need it at that moment, but the new guys needed to be put in their place, and she’d be damned if she was going to sit around and wait for someone else to do it. Fuck Hamilton if he didn’t want to help her. She could take care of this herself.
Without another word, Jack stood up and headed toward the fight. As she got closer, some of what the men were saying became clearer. A lot of them were goading on the fight, but there were a few that were trying to stop it. Mainly, the reason for them doing so was out of fear of the General. If the General got wind of what was happening, there would be some grave consequences, and Jack couldn’t agree more. Her father was a harsh man when issuing punishment, but when there was fighting amongst the men, he was even worse. You were supposed to be a team, and when teammates fought, the whole team suffered, even if they were nowhere near the vicinity of the fight.
“Hey!” Jack screamed in the loudest tone she could accomplish, gaining the attention of all the men in the room, even the two that were fighting. “What the fuck is going on here?!” Now, Jack knew she was not the most intimidating looking person in the room, especially since all she was wearing were black short shorts and a black tank top, but her voice was. Being around men all her life, she had quickly learned to convey in her tone what her body could not. It normally worked, but in this case, not so much. Some of the men, those that knew of her unnatural strength and her family ties, instantly stood at attention while some back up and tried to appear invisible amongst the large crowd. Those were the men that she ignored. The ones that she didn’t were the ones that just smirked at her or rolled their eyes once they saw who had spoken, which happened to mainly be the new guys. There were a couple of them, the ones that had been at the table when she messed up a few of their buddies, that decided it was best to back off, and they just went out of the room, but the others thought they would try and play the man card. “All of you need to sit the fuck down before someone gets hurt.”
“Who the fuck does this bitch think she is?” one of the men asked another, laughter evident in his tone.
“This bitch is Jack Evans, daughter of General Evans and property of the United States Marine Corps,” in more ways than one, Jack added in her head. “This bitch has killed more people that she can count and is willing to add more if you keep <i>fucking</i> with her people.” Jack moved closer to the man. “Now, if you don’t sit the fuck down and finish your breakfast before I get really pissed.” Jack knew that namedropping wasn’t going to work. Of course these guys weren’t going to care if her father was the General. He wasn’t there to add the weight of her words. But that was fine with her. She was actually hoping that it wouldn’t work. She was pissed off and needed to take her aggressions out on someone, and these men were the perfect candidates. They were just asking for it.
Why was Jack so pissed off? It was not because of the new guys picking on her men. Sure, that was part of it, but the main part was the fact that three days ago, she got her ass handed to her and had nearly died. Jack hated losing, but what she hated more was losing and getting saved by someone that doesn’t even like her that much. She didn’t know why Mar’tak had come to her rescue, but she was grateful for it, but a little irked as well. She was Jack Evans! Help was not something she was supposed to need. Not in a fight at least. Combat was the one thing she was good at, and to need help for it, it was just a huge ego burst. Jack felt the need to redeem herself. The only way to do that was to get into another fight and win. These fine gentlemen in front of her had opened that opportunity for her, and she wasn’t going to waste it.
Rolling his eyes, Hamilton stood up and walked toward Jack. If he was being honest, he would love to see Jack beat the crap out of these guys, would love to join her as well, but since she had gotten here, Jack had been fighting a lot. He knew that was the way that she was made, but it was really starting to get annoying. She needed to take a breather. There was no need for her to prove herself to every single man that walked through the door. Most already knew she could take anyone in a fight and that should be enough. Of course, for her it wasn’t. Everyone in the world had to know that Jack was a badass. Everyone had to know that she could fight and win. What she didn’t know was that winning too many fights, being too much of a badass, could attract unwanted attention. Attention that could possibly get her killed. There were forces in the universe that would love to prove that she wasn’t everything that she thought she was. That they were bigger and badder than she was. She may not know those forces were out there, but they were, and they were just waiting for an opportunity to take someone like her down. Only their way of taking someone down was to kill them and learn how to become better hunters in the process. They kept many planets under surveillance just for that reason. Once in vicinity of Jack, Hamilton gripped her upper arm tightly and started to pull her away from the men. “Come on,” he muttered quietly enough so only she could hear. Her head snapped to him and she caught his eyes in a glare. For a moment, he was caught in the intensity of her glare. Her honey brown eyes seemed to be on fire with the heat of battle, though one had not even started yet. That heat was contagious and he could feel the lust of the fight arousing inside of him. At least, he thought it was lust for the fight. It couldn’t possibly be for Jack. He had never thought of her that way before. Nope. Not once. She had always been in what the humans like to call “the friend zone”, and she was not going to move from the zone. Jack wasn’t even his type. Well, he didn’t really have a type, but if he did, Jack wouldn’t be it. She was just too… he didn’t even know the word for it. Just too her. Too Jack. Yeah, that was it. She was just too much person for just one person to handle.
“That’s right,” the man that had been goading Jack earlier started. Hamilton knew where the man was heading with that and hoped he actually wouldn’t follow through with it. “Take your bitch and run away.” And he did. The stupid bastard. Now, Hamilton was going to have to deal with this. He knew Jack wanted to deal with it herself, could feel that in the way her body had stiffened, but he wasn’t going to let her. It was time for Hamilton to let it be known that he was not the ordinary human that they all thought he was. It was time to let the cat out of the bag, no pun intended.
Sighing heavily, Hamilton shot Jack a look that he hoped she understood before letting go of her arm. She seemed to have understood what he had been telling her since she did not move when he released her. Maybe he was going to regret what he was about to do, maybe he would have nightmares about it. That would be nice, but neither of those things wouldn’t happen. Feeling bad about killing someone who deserved it was just not the way Hamilton was built. Did the man before him deserve death? Probably not, but Hamilton felt he did which was good enough for him. This was the very reason he had been banished from his home and his people. The very reason they believed he was too blood thirsty. And maybe he was. Murder was something most societies frowned upon. But sometimes, you had to kill. Sometimes the people that you kill deserve to die. But Hamilton didn’t believe that this man deserved it. All the man had done was call Jack a bitch, something which many people had done before. Maybe he should just rough the man up a bit instead. That might go over a little bit better with the locals. Well, as long as he didn’t accidently kill the man. That has happened before on more than one occasion.
Hamilton stared the man down after taking a step closer to him. He was estimating the man. Seeing how hard of a hit the man could take without dying. It wasn’t going to take much. Human bodies were pretty fragile, and this man was definitely human, there was no doubt of that. Anyone could see that by just the clumsy way the man (Turner was his name according to the man’s shirt) held himself. Hamilton decided that just a little “love tap” would do, and that was what he gave the man. He had put a little more force into than intended, knocking Turner to the ground and rendering him unconscious, but it got the point across. It may not have proved just how deadly he was, but it proved that he wasn’t going to take shit from anybody. He hoped that was a lesson to all that had witnessed it. If they were smart, they would keep their mouths shut around him. If not, then he would just knock them out the same as he had just done to Turner.
Jack came to his side and gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder. “I thought you were going to kill him,” she said crossing her arms over her chest.
“I was going to,” admitted Hamilton. “I changed my mind.”
It was at this moment that everyone chose to go about their business. There was no longer a fight and nothing of interest was happening. The only one that had stuck around was the man that had been fighting Turner. Hamilton recognized him as Vegas. Vegas was shorter than Hamilton by about two inches and had a slighter build than him as well. If Hamilton could describe Vegas’ build, it would be that of a runner’s. Strong legs, but not much in the upper body department. He had cool gray eyes and a crooked smile. Of course his hair was buzzed down to nothing, but it must have been dark considering his eyebrows. “Thanks,” Vegas said his crooked smile in place. A corner of his mouth was cut and some blood dripped down his chin, but he didn’t seem to mind. “If you guys hadn’t stopped him,” he indicated to the unconscious man with his foot, “he probably would have kicked my ass. I’m not much of a fighter. I’m better with guns than my fists. So much better.” He muttered the last part so quietly even Hamilton had trouble hearing it.
“Don’t worry about it,” Hamilton told the man. “We have to look out for our own.” He could feel Jack glaring at him. Jack was right to give him that glare. He hadn’t been willing to help the man before, and only had done so because of her. Whatever. At least he had helped. Sure, it hadn’t been for the same reason, but it had had the same impact. The man had still been saved the public humiliation of getting his ass kicked.
Vegas held out his hand introducing himself. Jack and Hamilton took turns shaking it. “No need to introduce yourselves,” he told them when Jack opened her mouth, “I already know who you are. I’m the one that found you in the woods,” he informed Jack. Vegas didn’t know why, but he held a certain amount of pride of that fact. Sure, the only reason why he had found her in the first place was because he had literally stumbled over her, but it still had been him. It made him feel as if it had been because of him she was still alive. But judging how the wounds she had received were nearly nonexistent now, she probably didn’t need his help or anyone’s for that matter. She was truly as inhuman as people said she was. That didn’t bother him though. Maybe it had before, but not after she had saved him from the inevitable ass kicking he had been about to receive. If she had saved him, she couldn’t be all that bad.
“Thank you for that,” Jack replied, though it still stung to hear she had to be saved by someone. “If you hadn’t found me, I probably would have frozen to death.” Arathians may have been a lot of things that humans weren’t, but they weren’t impervious to the cold. They wouldn’t last any longer than a human in freezing weather.
Vegas gave a nonchalant gesture. “It was nothing. Seriously, the only reason why I found you was because I tripped over you.” Jack guffawed. She couldn’t help it. It was pretty damn funny. “The only thing I got against saving you is now the General knows who I am. I was hoping to fly under the radar for this entire thing.”
Jack shook her head. “Don’t let the old man fool you. He knows the name of every person in this complex. He may act like he doesn’t, but he does. Most likely, he handpicked everyone in this place. He refuses to work with anyone less than the best. If you’re here, that means you’re one of the best.” Vegas told her that didn’t make him feel any better. “It wasn’t meant to make you feel better. I was just telling you the facts.”
Suddenly, Anthony appeared by Jack’s side. “Your mother wants to talk to you.” He started to walk away. “Follow me.”
Jack was slightly taken aback and it was several seconds before she actually started to follow the man. She had to confess, she was slightly unnerved by the fact the man had been able to appear by her side without her hearing a sound. Of course, Jack understood that Anthony was a little more than human, but still, she should have been able to hear him. Made her wonder if he was a little better than she was. That thought upset her a little. Okay, maybe a lot, but she wasn’t going to show it. She was going to keep a cool exterior though she was seething on the inside. It just seemed everyone was proving to be better than her recently. She really didn’t like that. Just told her she needed to step up her game a little bit. A little bit of hard training would do her some good. Well, she never did get a chance to fully test her manufactured strength. Maybe Trunks would be up to a little friendly sparring. If anyone could push her to her limits, it would be him.
After several minutes of awkward silence, Jack couldn’t take it anymore. “Um, how did you talk to my mom?” she asked not really interested in the question. Jack just wanted the silence filled and hoped that it would be a good conversation starter. She wasn’t exactly the greatest at starting conversations. If it was a yelling match, she would do just fine, but normal conversations elude her. At least starting one does. Once the conversation was started, she was good at keeping it going, as long as the subject was something she had ample knowledge of. If she lacked knowledge, she would quickly maneuver the conversation in another direction. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t, mostly it did.
Without turning, Anthony answered, “I have a psychic connection with her.”
Jack’s eyes opened wide in wonder. “Really?!” she exclaimed completely amazed with his answer. Being psychic had to be a very nifty in a tight spot.
“No, she called me on a radio.” There was laughter in his voice, though it was hardly noticeable.
Wow, she couldn’t believe it. Anthony had seriously just told a joke or attempted to, at least. For a moment there, she had actually believed he was psychic. He was just so serious all the time that she never thought there was the possibility of him having a sense of humor. Turned out she was wrong. That just proved she really didn’t know anything about the man walking in front of her. Maybe she should try to get to know him a little better. Not that it made too much of a difference. Jack didn’t plan on being in the complex for very much longer, and any attempts to get to know him would do her no good. She didn’t plan on setting eyes on him ever again after she was gone. Not that she would ever have a chance to anyways. She was supposed to go with Trunks to him home. That had been the agreement of him telling her about his people, and she wasn’t going to back out of it ever. Sure, there were going to be a lot of things she was going to miss on Earth, but she had the chance to do what some people only dream of doing. She was going to go live on another planet. She was going to go to a place where she would be the alien. That was an adventure she could never pass up. No one in their right minds would pass it up.
The awkward silence fell over the pair again, but luckily, it didn’t last long. They reached Margret’s room, Jack’s old room, just moments after the silence started. Anthony held open the door for her, and as soon as Jack passed through, closed it behind her. Apparently, this was to be a private conversation between mother and daughter. Jack didn’t mind that, but it had been years since she last saw her mother, she really didn’t know how comfortable she was being alone with the woman, especially considering her bodyguard had tried to kill Jack. Now that she thought about it, Jack didn’t even remember hearing her mother call Anthony off. Then again, her mother could have been shocked to see her. Jack had been missing for eight years; the woman had probably thought her daughter was dead. Must have been a huge shock to find out otherwise.
“I’m glad to see that you are alright,” Margret started. This was the first time she was going to spend some time with her daughter, and she planned on taking full advantage of it. There were many years to catch up on, and many things for Margret to learn. Like how Jack had become to possess the extraordinary healing abilities she was displaying. Even Anthony wouldn’t be able to heal that amount of wounds in such a short time, and she had designed him to do so. Sure, he would be able to heal one major wound in that time, but multiple? No, he couldn’t do that. Even his body had its limits, as she was sure Jack’s had hers though that limit had yet to be reached. Margret looked forward to finding that limit, though she didn’t feel right that it was her daughter she had to experiment on to find it. But Margret was a scientist first and a mother second. It had always been that way and she wouldn’t change it now. Of course, Jack wouldn’t understand that. Margret had made it a priority to hide that she valued her job over her children. Raising her children had been a sort of experiment for her. She had to see what it was all about, and had done so. Well, as much as she could. During the divorce, their father had won custody of them. He happened to be home more often than she was. And the judge had seen him more fit and stable than she. Margret couldn’t help but think that he had paid off the judge or that he had won because of his military background. Oh well. In all honesty, she didn’t have a lot of time for the children. Her job demanded a lot of her time, and it was important work she had been doing. Her main objective had always been to find a way to make the human species better.
Now, don’t get her wrong, Margret loved her children very much. She would do anything for them. It was just that they got in the way of achieving her goals at times. She remembered the many times she had to leave her work for some school activity of theirs. There was Ashley’s science fairs that he always won first prize for, and Jack’s… well, the only school activity Jack had seemed to do was get into fights. Jack had always been very good at holding her own in a fight. Margret couldn’t even recall a time when she had lost one, until the most recent one, that was. She couldn’t even imagine the people her daughter had been fighting. They must have been strong to take her daughter down. That thought frightened Margret a little. Jack was now inhumanly strong, and something had won against her. Those creatures were not something to be trifled with. She never wanted to come face to face with one of them, ever. Especially alone.
Jack studied her mother for a moment. She knew that sentence had double meaning. The woman may have been her mother, but she was a scientist as well. Yes, she was worried about Jack’s wellbeing, but she was also wondering just what had been done to her to make her heal so fast. Of course, Jack wasn’t going to tell her mother a damn thing. Let the woman wonder how she could heal so fast. It was Jack’s business and hers alone. If the woman wanted to know so bad, she could try to figure it out herself, which Jack doubted she could. Her mother didn’t know anything about the time Jack had spent with the Arathians and most likely, didn’t know anything about the race of people that had been secretly living on Earth for centuries now, and Jack wasn’t about to tell her. That was a need to know basis, and her mother didn’t need to know. Really, Jack would prefer if no one knew about the whole thing, but of course, Churo and Monro had to show up and ruin all of that, though Jack hadn’t remember anything about them at the time. The way she saw it, if they hadn’t shown up, she could have lived the rest of her life without the knowledge of what had happened to her. Then again, having a huge gap in her memory wasn’t a thing she had liked either. It was just a lose/lose situation. She hated those kinds of situations, but they seemed to be unavoidable in her life.
Seeing as her daughter wouldn’t say anything and Margret wanted to keep the conversation going, she decided to change the subject. “You and that Hamilton guy seem pretty close?”
“I guess we are,” admitted Jack. “For a while there, he was the only human that wanted to talk to me and we became close. He’s my best friend here. Trunks seems to like him, though I didn’t think he did at first.”
“Trunks?”
“The alien. That’s what we call him. I gave him that name because of the size of his legs. They’re like tree trunks.” Jack had the feeling that she was rambling, and she probably was. It was her way of searching for something to say. She hadn’t seen in mother in almost a decade, and there were tons of things for them to talk about, but she just couldn’t seem to find the words to say.
“Are you and Hamilton…,” Margret gave her daughter a distinct look.
“Oh god no!” Jack nearly yelled. “We’re just friends. Strictly friends.” Hamilton had never crossed her mind that way, though he was a very attractive man. After the incident with Jacob, she was never going to date anyone so close proximity to her father. Those relationships were just doomed to end in a horrible way.
The conversation went on longer, but Jack’s heart wasn’t into it. She gave the best answers that she could give, but was looking for an end to the conversation almost as soon as it started. There was just something about the conversation that she didn’t like. It just didn’t feel right talking to her mother anymore. When Ashley interrupted the little talk, Jack couldn’t have been happier. Unfortunately, the reason Ashley had interrupted was not that great. The General had decided since Jack was well enough to try to start a fight with a few of the men, she was well enough to start the experiments. The tests were to start immediately.
Son of a bitch was the only thought Jack had to that revelation.

There's the latest chapter. I know there are probably tons of mistakes in it, but I'm just too lazy to edit it at the moment. I don't know when the next chapter will come out, but I will try to have it out as soon as I can. Thanks for reading and hoped you all enjoyed it. :)
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