Post by Scribe on Aug 21, 2009 22:21:21 GMT -5
NEW EARTH COLONY
Stardate: 01.03.2166
"DUDE!!! WAKE THE FUCK UP!" Nineteen year old Sean Randolph banged heavily on the door to his twin brother's bedroom, his other hand idly scratching the tanned six-pack above his jeans. His close cropped sun-bleached hair was in every direction, evidence of both the hour and the fact his mother had dragged him out of bed to rouse the other one.
"Sean!! I said wake your brother up, not wake up the house! Serina is asleep!!" Sean's mother, 39 year old Moira Randolph leaned into the hall from the kitchen, using what she as of late called, an inside voice.
"The door's locked, Ma, it's the only way to get his ass up!" Green eyes rolled dully at her as Sean stalled, knowing the real reason as to why his brother wasn't up yet. Well. One of three reasons; blonde, brunette or red-head. Why his mother was clueless was beyond him. "C'mon Dickface, get out of bed!!" he yelled again.
"You heard your mother, son. No yelling in the house."
In the door to the kitchen, Moira closed her eyes. She knew that tone, knew exactly how close her husband was standing behind her. More over, she knew exactly the response it would elicit from the moodier of her eldest children. Please... not today. Not this early...
Throwing the older man standing behind his mother a glare, Sean looked back at his brother's door, a nasty smirk curling up the corner of his mouth. "She didn't say anything about yelling and I'm not... your... son," he finished, a dead-on glare finding Ron Hutchins, eyebrows canting up in a challenge.
"We've been over this, I'm not..."
"Oh yeah," Sean sneered, nodding his head. "Oh yeah, we've been over this. I'm an adult now, you didn't adopt us. You have no ..."
"If that's what this is about, then..."
"...and you think because you're boning our mother..."
"Sean!!" Moira's voice wasn't so much angry as it was pleading.
"..you can order us around like you're our father..."
"You're in my goddamn house; you'll listen to my fuci..."
"ENOUGH!!!"
At the end of the hallway, a plaintive cry was heard, small and fussy in the silence, not liking the noise. Moira's gaze snapped towards the sound and she sighed, sagging back against the door sill, rubbing at her temples.
Both men stood in the hall, glaring like bulls at each other.
"I just got her to sleep..."
Fuck. The only thing that could make you feel smaller then when your mother was upset with you was knowing that you'd scared the crap out of a poor, defenseless baby. "Ma..." he began, understanding the quiver in her voice now.
"I don't want to hear it!" Coming off the doorsill, Moira set a tender hand on Ron's shoulder as she moved passed him. "You need to get to work," she told him, absently taking his good bye kiss on a cheek. She didn't need to see him to know the glare he was giving her son. "I will not have him treat you like this in..."
"Come on, Ron," Sean sneered. "You got balls, talk to me yourself, don't be shy..."
"You listen..."
"WHAT PART OF ENOUGH DIDN'T YOU GET!?!" Moira's voice hit that high note that bordered on screech, that shadowed the few times Sean had ever seen her really loose her temper. Shoving at Ron, Moira pushed past him. "Go to work."
Stopping in front of Sean, she gave him a shove too. "And don't talk to him like that..."
"What?!" Watching his mother, something snapped. Sank into a hard little ball in his gut. She was tired, well so was he. He was fucking tired of her letting this asshole boss them around. She was tired of them yelling at each other, so was he... tired of being yelled at, of being treated like a fucking child... of everything. Nothing was good enough, no matter how hard he tried. Everything with Ron was why couldn't you do this, you shoulda done that... look at your brother, he did it...
In all Sean's life, he'd never felt the need to compete with his brother, content in his own skin until this asshole came along and tried to use them against each other. He'd never been jealous of his twin, because from early on, the two of them knew who they were, knew what they wanted and they were okay with those things not always being the same. Twins didn't mean clones.
But not to Ron. One of them (usually Sean) wasn't as good as the other and this felt it his god-given right apparently to point that out. Ron hadn't seemed to comprehend they were different, expecting that if one got an 'A', the other had to, regardless. Over the last several months, Sean had come to resent that... bitterly.
And now... the hurt played across Sean's all-American features as he stared at his mother. She was doing it too....
"Sean, baby..."
When her hand touched his arm, Sean jerked away, glaring angrily at his mother, to Ron and back. "Fine," he got out through gritted teeth, back-pedalling down the hall. "Then I'm leaving... have a nice life!" he spit vehemently and headed for the door.
"Sean, what...?"
"Come back here..."
Out of the corner of his eye, Ron had stepped towards him and Sean turned, nearly boiling in anger. "Don't... don't fucking touch me," he growled, enough so that Ron actually took a step back. With that, Sean spun on his heel.
"Where are you going?" Ron called out, shooting his wife a worried look.
"Ask him," Sean retorted over a shoulder, pointing to his brother's room. "He's the only one you'll believe anyway."
"That's not true, Sean... please..."
"Go get the baby, Ma... "he growled and left. And fuck all if he ever came back.
******
“Oh God Luke….” Her thighs spread just a little wider. “More…more…”
“Oh Charlene, you are so fucking hot…” Luke Randolph groaned as his hand moved beneath the cotton underwear to manipulating the welcoming damp, his hard on almost raging.
Suddenly, coitus was interruptus by the sudden banging on the door following by a hellish bout of screaming that made Luke groan out loud and not because he was forced to withdraw from warm, moist snatch either. The girl Charlene, scooted up to the top of the bed head staring at the door. “What the hell?”
“Its okay,” Luke assured her. “It's just my brother and Ron exchanging pleasantries.” Guessing he was going to have to diffuse this situation before his mother started to cry, Luke moved up her body and kissed her deep. “Charlene, can we take a rain check on this?”
God, he was so close to getting a face full of pussy it was heart breaking.
“Uh yeah,” Charlene was already getting out of bed, looking for the bra that had gone missing when she climbed in here not so long ago. “I think that’s a good idea…”
Five minutes later, Luke stepped out of the bedroom, looking for Sean and hope the bloodshed wasn’t too bad.
In the silence that seemed way too loud, Ron looked up to see his wife's other son emerge from his room. "Luke," he nodded, pouring a cup of coffee. "Coffee's fresh," he replied with a sigh. Moira had retreated to the baby's bedroom and was rocking her something, judging from the quiet. He glanced back in that direction before looking at his step-son. "Get the girl out of your room?" This one, he got along with or thought he did. Trouble was, he knew the boys too well and apparently, Sean didn't like that.
“Girl?” Luke asked with a look of innocence. “What girl.” Of course even as he said the words, a slight tug curled up at the corner of his lips. So close to tail and yet so far. “Hypothetically speaking,” he said pouring himself a coffee. “The minute you and Sean started laying into each other, she would have left.”
"Good." Ron cast him a smirk. "Because hypothetically speaking, your mom would have a fit if she knew I knew. What is it with that kid, huh?" he asked. Something about him, he pushed all of Ron's buttons, from the get go. "So. Where did he go? He said to ask you, in case you didn't hear it."
Considering where his face was almost buried at the time, no he really hadn’t heard all that much. “He said I….oh shit.” Luke drained his cup and set it down. “I gotta go.” Sean had talked about this but Luke hadn’t thought him serious. Well actually he hadn’t paid that much attention to be able to think Sean was serious. For some reason, Sean and Ron just didn’t get along. He didn’t mind the guy. Certainly didn’t consider him a stepfather that’s for sure but he made mom happy and with a baby now, well he was here to stay.
Luke loved his mom too much to drive her nuts by being just as pissy as Sean.
"Alright.. just make sure he comes back, at some point. In one piece?" Ron added. Next time, he'd do better... for Moira. Maybe that's what he needed to talk about with Sean, bring his mom into it since he listened to her.
******
Sean was just turning out of their street in the Alpha Centurian 'hood', hands jammed in the pockets of his sweatshirt as he boiled along. His eyes were dark, downcast even in the pre-dawn light. With his shoulders hunched over, long legs eating up the asphalt, jaw set tensely, Sean wasn't in any mood for .. anything. In fact, when Luke jogged up behind him, he didn't even look at his brother. "Sorry," was all he offered.
“Are you seriously going to do what I think you’re going to do?” Luke asked, matching him in stride.
"Yes." Glancing at Luke, Sean let out a growl of pent-up anger. "That Lieutenant we talked to, Rickman. He said I could be in the day I signed up. I won't have to go back," he grumbled.
“I’m not letting you do this,” Luke grabbed him by the arm. “This is like running off and joining the circus except that there are guns instead of Bozo the clown.”
His temper close to breaking again, Sean found himself deflated, hurt.. by what his brother had just said. By the denial and suddenly Sean felt sick. Wounded and shocked, Sean nothing as he jerked his arm free and started walking again. "Better than that fucking bozo at home.."
Luke stared at his brother hard, sensing that Sean wasn’t going to budge on this. “Alright, if you’re going to do this. Let’s go.”
"What? You don't have to go. He likes you." There was no doubt about which 'he' Sean meant and maybe he was tired, too tired of too much lately but his head pounding like it was, his tone went sour.
“You’re my brother dumb ass,” Luke shoved him a little. “You think I’m going to let you run off and fight the Klingon empire without me? Besides, I've been thinking about what I want to do. Fleet seems a little to … I don’t know dull for me. The Sharks…I bet the women are hot.”
Despite his anger, Sean relented. "They are hot and Fleets are pussies," he snorted, rage ebbing away, never able to stay angry with or around Luke for long. "And not the kind you like." A sideways grin appeared as he glanced over, letting a beat go by before he heaved a deep breath and let it out. With it went the tension in his shoulders, the tightness across his back. Rolling his neck, Sean looked forward again. "So who was it this time?"
“Charlene,” Luke smirked. “Oh man, she crawled into bed with me this morning and I tell you I was this close to getting a face full of wet, wet, pussy and then you interrupted and well that just killed the moment. I’m telling you, she could have been the one.”
"The one what..." Although they were fraternal, Sean's smirk matched Luke's. "The one to finally give you the clap?" he teased, glancing over at him. "Sorry, bro, you know I gotta watch out for you, man. Can't let you get skeezed like that. You'll never get laid again and well.. we can't have that. You do realize that in boot, you probably won't get laid for a few.. well, weeks at a time, knowing you...right?"
"Are you serious?" Luke stared at his brother. "I always find a way to get laid. Trust me, I'll be fine."
Already, Luke was thinking of fine, fine Shark pussy.
******
The communicator on the wall next to the area designated the 'recruiting station' was getting a glare that probably would have melted it, had such a thing been possible. Derick rubbed the bridge of his nose before responding because this rank thing came with...responsibility.
Well, as a Gunny, he could pretty much say whatever he wanted. As an officer (whose idea had this been??), he'd found he needed to watch what he said more often.
Aw, fuck it.
With an exasperated sigh, he hit the speaker button. "So, let me get this straight, Corporal Johns. The maggot wants to know what colours his uniform comes in...?
"That is correct sir."
"And you felt it necessary to interrupt me for this…because.. ?" Something caught his eye and Derick looked up, spotting the guys from a couple of days ago. Brothers, twins, if he recalled correctly. Whereas he and Jules were identical, these two were fraternal…unless you counted that smirk. Nodding at them, he turned back to the comm.
"Because the maggot won't take no for an answer, sir."
Fuck a dead chicken, he needed Ren back BADLY.
"Okay. Tell him he can have them in any colour he wants, as long as it's green. Drab green, not chartreuse, not pea green, not baby shit green... drab." With a disgusted shake of his head, Derick turned to meet the brothers. "Fucking pounce..." Never sounded right coming out his mouth. "Randolph, right?" he said, looking at Sean first and then the other one, who wasn't...
Derick turned his head, following the other one's gaze to…Yeoman Davidson. Well, at least he had taste.
Returning his gaze to them, Derick crossed his arms. "What can I do for you?"
"Hey how you doing," Luke said to the girl until a swift elbow in the ribs reminded him that he was being spoke to. "Sorry Sir, we're here to sign on the dotted line…whatever that is. Take our delinquent asses out of our mom's hair and put us behind phaser rifles." He grinned at the man and noted the arrival of another female recruit with interest. Flashing her smile, he looked at Sean. "And you said there's no tail here."
"No, there's not," Derick replied, picking up the connotation probably even faster than the other Randolph. His stomach suddenly got 'wobbly', as Lexie put it and Derick had to wonder if Tom's stomach had knotted up like this they'd first met. The one that said 'Trouble Hath Arrived and It Ain't Breakfast.'
His gaze shifted to Sean. "That so?"
"Yes, sir." Sean nodded solemnly, eyes front and trying to ignore the girl next him. She was already in that drab green the lieutenant was talking about although the fabric looked stiff and new.
"Alright." Derick nodded once, taking two padds off his desk, one going out to each brother. "This is the paperwork, get it filled out and while I'm processing it, Recruit Hartwood can show you around."
"Yes, sir." Corine Sarah Hartwood stared straight ahead, not looking at the newbies (like she wasn't a newbie at two weeks) and ignored the one she'd already pegged as 'asshole'. The one, he reminded her of the guys she used to hang with and knew that smile. Cori wasn't flattered at all.
Already dressed in a new recruit uniform (she'd been waiting two weeks for them to have enough people to form a class), her bobbed hair showed signs of a dye job grown out, which personally, she thought was pretty cool looking. The tips were jet black (where another hair cut would drop them) and the rest, straight as a board and tucked under her ball cap was burnished auburn.
And if Recruit Hartwood didn't .. oh.. relax, Derick thought, she was going to earn some rather unpleasant nicknames. He gave the twins a look. "Understand? Any questions, you can ask me or ask Recruit Hartwood here. She's been helping me with the paperwork and knows what's what." And she'd picked it up fast, which impressed him. Even if she never smiled…or talked. Hell, there were times Derick wanted to send her to medical for a check up, just to see if she had a pulse.
"Yes, sir," Sean replied, taking the padd held out to him and he glanced at Luke. Like his brother, he was smart, yet when he opened his mouth, Sean was the jack ass. Luke could schmooze, in that good way that wasn't ass-kissing and he had no clue how his brother did it. Anytime HE opened his mouth, people got insulted. At times he just got fed up and let Luke do the majority of the talking.
Luke was checking out the girl...cute. A little bit too wholesome for his liking but always good for a session or two. Besides, if they had to have a tour guide, he could think of worse ones to have. Running his eyes appreciatively over her, he greeted, "hey how you doing?" The smile that was called 'Weapon of Mass Seduction' in school was detonated in the girl's direction.
Shields at full power. Incoming missile deflected, ma'am. Cori kept her eyes on the Lieutenant, adopting that sour puss look that her mother hated and let out a bored sigh.
Nearly choking on a laugh, Derick contained it by clearing his throat and managed to keep his face straight.
Glanced at his brother, Sean made a face and grabbed Luke at the elbow. "We'll go sit in the hall and fill this shi..tuff... out. Sir."
"Good. And don't take all day, it's going to be a good hour to process it and you'll have to go to medical today if you do anything," Derick told them. Amused yes, but he hoped that wasn't all false bravado.
"Oh I like the ones that play hard to get," Luke tossed at the girl's direction, making it his mission to get a smile out of her or better yet laid. "Yes Sir," he offered Derick a salute, not about to be intimidated by anyone. It wasn't in his vocabulary.
Hard to get. Cori rolled her eyes. She wasn't playing hard to get.. she didn't want to be 'got', period. As the two guys moved off, one practically dragging the other one out into the hallway, she settled her gaze back on the Lieutenant. "So, I should take them to medical after this, sir or just show them around until I hear from you?"
Derick watched the guys go, already liking the two younger men. "Just show them around for now. You know the fifty-cent tour. Take a communicator with you and when I've got their stuff processed, I'll call you and you can take them to medical then. Why don't you go sit in the hall with them?" Torture maybe although he wasn't sure for whom. Still. What was boot without some good, old-fashioned torture?
"Yes, sir." Turning on her heel, Cori returned to the hallway and took a seat apart from the boys, where one was talking to the other.
"If I forget to thank you later, dude, thanks," Sean whispered, scanning the padd. "Alright. Let's get this done, okay?"
“Hey you’re my brother aren’t you?” Luke smirked. “You think I’m going to let you invade the Romulan Empire all by yourself lonesome?” He replied taking a look at his own pad and started working on it in earnest, filling out the information. There hadn’t been a day when he and Sean were apart and perhaps fortunes would change that one day but right now, he was 19 years old, the world was full of women and he needed a challenge other than nailing every girl in sight. “Alright, let’s see…..”
Of course the arrival of the hot girl from earlier made him pause. “You here for the sperm sample?” He grinned.
Sean nailed his brother with a look that said 'you're going to get slapped and I'm gonna laugh' before he glanced at the girl. She was cute but looked like he felt half the time. Pissed at the world.
This time, Cori did glance at Luke, if only to glower at him with a look that said 'leave me alone'. Two weeks, she'd been here and already felt like she was turning her life around. She wasn't going to screw up this time. Picking up the copy of the Rumblings on the table next to her, Cori turned her attention to it.
“No?” Luke shrugged. “Okay but it would have been fun.” He winked at her and continued to fill out the padd, glancing at his brother. With pure innocence.
******
The 'paperwork' hadn't taken long, thankfully and soon the brothers were handing over the padds. Derick took them, perused them long enough to make sure everything was completed and nodded. "Good. Take the tour.. Recruit Hartwood, I'll call when they need to go to medical," he told her. And don't kill them, he wanted to say, thinking maybe he should just warn Tom now. Break the news gently.
"Yes, sir." Cori replied. She got it though. She was a recruit and got the bad jobs. "Come on. Mess hall first and then I'll show you the training ground."
“I’m right behind you,” Luke replied, watching her fine ass as it moved in front of him, winking at Sean.
Good god. Sean slapped Luke in the shoulder, a smirk on his face.
******
"Alright. So the mess hall is here. As recruits and later as sharks, we get our food free," Cori told the brothers Karimazov, as she'd nicknamed them. "Once the class starts up, we'll be eating as a group," she said, in that slightly dull tone she'd adopted over the last few months. None of the perk or sass was showing up anymore. Hadn't in a while.
"Food ain't the best but it's hot," she added.
“Cool,” Luke replied, surveying everything in sight, taking it in. “So you’ll be joining us then?”
"Yes, I'll be in your class." She motioned for them to follow her. "I've been here in holding, waiting for them to reach the minimum number of bodies for it. Lt. Rickman says after today, we'll probably have enough and can get started. Training grounds are next and if he hasn't contacted me, then I'll show you the range and the recruit barracks. Once we graduate, we'll get rooms in the main barracks." Cori pointed out the building on the far side of the compound as she led them through the main doors and out into the courtyard.
"Those are the recruit barracks," she continued, indicating the building closest to the administrative building.
Actually everything looked pretty sweet, Luke thought to himself as he swept his gaze around the place. “Hey we’ll finally get to bunk together without Ron getting in your face.” He said in a quieter voice out of the earshot of the girl. “We have to tell mom though.”
With a sign, Sean relented, nodding. "Yeah," he said, thoughts half on the pretty girl in front of them and half on his mother. "Did she get Serena quiet after I left?" he asked.
“Yeah she did,” Luke replied. “But this is going to upset her, you know that.”
And then again, maybe it was time they left home. Mom was happy…even if happy was with Ron and there was Serena. Time for her to have an easier time of it.
"I don't know. Might make her happy we're doing something, you know?" Sean replied, still half lost in thought. "Instead of sitting around. She'd be proud of us."
Ahead, Cori could hear them talk but not what they were saying. As they approached the training grounds, she looked over her shoulder. Flirting would have been much easier.. but much more.. dangerous. Besides, that had gotten her in trouble in the first place at that stupid party she'd snuck out to. "Y'all done jabbering?" she asked, eyeing them dubiously. Probably talking about her.
“Yeah,” Luke retorted, somewhat annoyed by the interruption when they were talking mom. “We just wonder which of us gets to find out what kind of panties you wear. Marine issued, lace, or cotton tails with little hearts on it? I’m saying you’re a thong chick but I could be wrong.”
This was why he let his brother do the talking. If he'd said that, Sean would have seen the chick's fist. As it was, she was smiling at him.
Alright, so the smile was venomously sweet but it was a smile.
"You are wrong," was all Cori said and she left it at that. She shouldn't have done that because god, she knew his type and she was SO over it.
“Be still my heart,” Luke cried out. “You’re a commando chick. So you got nothing on under there?” He tried to spot an underwear line.
"Luke!" Swatting his brother, Sean made his 'shut up!' face at him.
Cori gave Luke a withering look. "Guys who don't care what my first name is don't deserve to know what kind of panties I wear or don't wear," she retorted. "Now come on." Cori snapped her fingers at them both, almost angrily. Not that the question bothered her, per se.. the old Cori would have jumped on that like a shark on chum and he was the type that would have had her up against a wall in no time flat with absolutely no resistance from her. But when it came down to it, that carelessness was something she was trying to change.
“I’ll come when you ask Cadet Harwood,” Luke said cockily. “See that’s one thing I know about you. I also know that you’re not from Gaia cos unless you were home schooled and kept in a cave, you didn’t go to school here and that accent sounds like a mix between Acheron and maybe a little bit of Boomer and you’ve only been a Shark baby for a couple of weeks right? Since you remember holding enough to show us around.”
Luke paid attention to everything have a mnemonic memory.
Jesus Christ. Sean felt his eyes bug. This chick might have actually pissed his brother off or at least irritated him if that spout off meant anything. "Luke..." he began but was interrupted when Hartwood's smile went from venomous to downright evil. Or at least, the kind of evil that meant he was going to get slapped.
"I said first name, which isn't Cadet," Cori said sweetly, hands on her hips. "And you're right, I'll give you that. Boomers based out of Acheron," she said just as cockily, mostly to cover the thread of panic that flared when he called her origins right. "Now. I have a schedule to keep. So come on. Please." Adding the last word as if she was bored, she raised her eyebrows at the guys.
“Sure Prudence,” Luke replied. “If I can’t guess your name, I’ll make one up. You don’t give a shit anyway right?” He followed her, not about to be outdone by a long shot.
"Nope," Cori sang out as she started walking again. "Two more guesses, Rumpelstilskin. "
"Does that mean I get three, too?" Sean piped up with a smirk, winking at his brother.
“I’m Pickled Foreskin,” Luke replied smirking, “He’s Rumple.”
"Speak for yourself," Sean retorted, grinning as Cori burst out laughing.
"Pick and Rump, I got it," she smiled, flashing her best 'I can take you both' look at them before she realized what she was doing. Oh. Right. Clearing her throat, Cori indicated the building with her head. "Come on, I promised the Lt. I'd show you around." With a sigh, she adopted an 'oh so innocent' look. "You don't want to get me trouble now do you boys?"
“I think you can get there on your own.” Luke said sweetly. “But we’re always happy to assist.”
Maybe he did know her. Cori returned the smile with saccharin sweet one. "As I was saying, that's the main barracks, this is the recruit barracks. I'll show you the range next." Anything else was interrupted by the communicator at her belt. Pulling it off, she answered it. "Cadet Hartwood."
"Lt. Rickman, cadet. You can take the twins over to medical now."
"Roger that." When the connection cut, Cori clipped it back to her belt. "Twins huh? Well, you heard him. That means your paperwork is processed so let's go."
Luke let out a sigh and fell back a step or two to talk to Sean privately. “We need to tell mom. I don’t want her finding out about this from Ron, do you?”
Because if they were going to be put through the system today, he hoped they’d have a chance to tell her before 13 weeks of boot were up.
"Hell, no..." Although from Ron, Mom might take it better. "Hey, Prudence..." Sean spoke up, getting her attention. "Do you think we'd get a chance to make a call later?"
Glancing up at him and then Pick, she nodded. "Oh yeah. You can either call or make a run home for a couple of hours. But that's if you sign today. You can home and think about it if you want."
Sean looked over at Luke. No, he wasn't going to think about it. His decision was made. "Thanks," he told her, dropping his voice to speak to his brother. "That would work, right?"
“I’ll go,” Luke offered. “But I am coming back. I’m not hanging around for the fallout.”
"I'll go too. I mean, I can't not tell her to her face, you know?" Sean replied, hands going deep into his pockets again. "I won't stay around here. I'm sleeping here tonight," he said, his tone saying it was for the best. "Thanks, man..." he said, smiling at Luke.
"Fair enough," Luke patted his brother on the shoulder, "let's just get this done and we'll go see mom. Tell her that her little boys had all grown up."
Well..a little grown up.