The car glides silently through the night. The occupants sit in silence, the boy has tears drifting down his perfect face. His normally electric blue eyes lifeless and dull. His hands lay twisted together in his lap.
The girl is completely absorbed in her laptop, furiously typing away a scowl on her face. She glances at him and huffs before reaching across and wrapping one of her hands around his. Gently she pulls his fingers free. Stroking his hands flat, she smiles at him. He ignores her, his gaze somewhere outside the window.
The car smooths to a gentle stop, the young chauffeur steps out and opens the door. The girl gets out first, turning she extends her hand to the boy. The chauffeur watches as he climbs gracefully out. His eyes take in his surroundings.
Turning a small smile graces his lips. ‘Thank you,’ he mutters and the young chauffeur blushes. She has never seen a male before and marvels at his beauty. Knowing not to comment or show any reaction. She likes this job and intends to keep it.
He takes a breath, as he looks up at the imposing manor house. The girl links her arm with his.
‘Oh, Adam you worry too much we are going to be great friends you and I,’ pulling him forward her whole demeaner quivers with anticipation. Her companion follows, his shoulders not as straight as they might be.
‘Yeah, sure Gillian,’ his voice devoid of emotion as he follows her inside. They are greeted by a smartly dressed woman. She smiles at the boy. As he bows his head and places his hands behind his back to show his submission in her presence. She is a Mother, and she will take care of all his needs.
‘Get him cleaned up and I want a sample from him.’ Gillian instructs as she walks away along the hallway. Adam watches her go without comment.
‘Yes ma’am,’ the Mother walks over to him. ‘Come Adam,’ she takes his hand. Adam follows the Mother along a corridor and stops outside a room. The Mother turns to him with a smile. He knows not to smile back, but to keep his expression neutral.
‘Adam dear you wait here a moment,’ she gazes at him with her hazel eyes, she has a nice face, round and perfectly made up. Her hair is swept up in a bun but tendrils float around her face softening the effect. As usual she is dressed in a black form fitting dress, her cleavage pushed up and on display complimenting her perfect hourglass figure. Adam fights the need to smile as he feels sort of comforted by her and her familiarity.
As she pushes the door open, he catches a glimpse inside. A large desk dominates the room as a small lamp sheds a soft glow of light over its occupant. Gillian is sat looking at a computer screen while holding a paper folder. She frowns as she looks up, listening to the Mother. Adam strains to hear what they are saying in their hushed tones as he is sure it is about him. All he hears is he is being moved again tomorrow. He wonders where too! His next thought where is this?
The Mother comes out and Adam bows his head again. She walks further along the hallway. Ushering Adam into a room, he gives it a quick glance taking in the layout and the sparse furniture with the bed dominating the room. The only other door that probably leads to a bathroom.
‘Right, let’s get you clean and then take a sample, strip please,’ she commands. Having no choice but to obey. The indoctrination of his birth and upbringing always coming to the fore. To fight it is a stress he doesn't need right now.
‘Good boy,’ she surveys him, walking slowly around. Lifting his arms, finally she stands in front of him wit a frown before reaching out and lowering his arms. Her hands skim the tops of his arms feeling the muscle. ‘Hmm a bit skinny, need to feed you up, otherwise a very nice specimen,’ she smiles. ‘Shower please.’
Moving to the bathroom as instructed. Taking in the pristine tiles and large walk in shower a shelf filled with fluffy white towels. Switching the water on waiting mere seconds for it to warm. Stepping into the shower grateful she hasn’t followed him. Standing letting the water wash away the grime and tension before washing his hair. Taking a deep breath, before turning the water off and wrapping a towel around his waist, using another towel to dry his hair.
He knows she is waiting for him. Fully aware of what comes next. It is protocol and even Gillian must follow it. In its way it will keep him safe. He will be back on Gen-Corps data base no longer missing. He resigns himself to this as it is the only way to get the movement papers he needs.
She has laid out clothes for him. The medical bag by the bed. Taking the towel, she dry’s him, touching, getting him ready all part of the familiar process. Moving to the bed he lays back closing his eyes as her voice washes over him. Blocking out the words he concentrates on the tone letting his body perform as it has been trained. While he shuts his mind. Feeling the familiar clench of his belly he lets out a groan with the release.
Pulling on his jeans as she packs away the samples, all carefully labelled. He relaxes once he hears the door shut, indicating she has left. Scooting over the bed, he pulls out his laptop from his bag. opening it he resumes reading the latest report. Knowing he will have to read it again tomorrow as his mind is mush at the moment.
The door opening and closing with the scent of her perfume swirling around him. Is enough of a distraction as she drifts about the room, kicking off her shoes, she sighs as she stands on one leg rubbing her foot. Their gazes lock, for a moment, as he raises a brow with a smirk. She knows he finds her heels amusing. That she wears them despite the discomfort they cause.
‘Adam, honey, could you undo my dress?’ Shedding her jacket as he climbs off the bed and saunters over to her. Taking a handful of her hair he lifts it out the way as he pulls down the zip. She sighs at his touch. His finger gently brushes the fabric off her shoulders. Watching as she wiggles to allow the dress to pool at her feet. Stepping out of it, making sure he gets a full view of her toned body, the scrapes of lace masquerading as underwear shown to their full advantage. His breath hitching, is all the conformation she needs.
‘What are you reading?’ She turns and kisses him on the mouth.
‘Some of the files you sent me and the results from the tests the doctors have been running,’ a gasp escapes him as her hands find his skin as she pulls his shirt free. ‘We are missing something. I don’t suppose you have the original files from when they first made the contraceptive?’ Unable to stifle the groan as her hands start drifting down. ‘Gillian are you even listening to me?’
‘Oh, don’t worry about that,’ she pulls his shirt off and lets her bra drop to the floor. ‘I have the original research he did if you want to read that. You look like him, you know I noticed that the first time I saw you.’
‘Who do I look…like?’ Finding it really hard to concentrate as her hands slip into his jeans.
‘Doctor Martin Echo of course, silly,’ she pushes him back on to the bed. With little resistance from him lifting his hips so she can remove his jeans giggling as there is no other barrier between them.
‘I have really missed you,’ she says before her mouth claims his and her legs straddle his hips. A contented sigh escaping her lips.
‘Gillian, I was doing research,’ his voice amused before her mouth silences him.
‘This is research,’ she sniggers.