Sugar Coating It (MIB FF)

Chapter 9: On The Lamb

 The car pulls away, leaving a silver sphere inside another sphere. The one I'm seating in was thin, but the seat held me in place. The steering wheel turned into handlebars, and foot rests pushed their way through the inner ring. It felt much like a motorcycle, which, all-in-all, is ironic, since I used to have one.

I turn the handle, and start to go a little faster. I turn down a street, and zoom past everything. I drive to the outskirts of New York; when I say this, I mean, literally, the outskirts. There was a Welcome To Canada in red against a white sign.

I pulled over to the sign, stepping out of the bike, and leaning it against the sign. I rub my eyes; I didn't know what to do. I wish there was something I could do. You can do this Kayla! You got a cricket, you got those other weapons, and you got... You.

I couldn't think of anything that I could do without going back to MIB, or New York, or interacting with another human. I sit down by my bike.

I feel someone walk up behind me. I turned around quickly, seeing Harry, dressed in a brown leather jacket and light blue jeans. "Hey." He simply said.

"Hey." I turn around some.

"You going to Canada too?" He asks, pointing at the sign. I look back down the road I had just came down; he didn't have a car, but a bicycle. That was just like him- thinking about the environment.

"Um.." I look back at him, "No. I'm just... I'm just waiting on someone... Who probably isn't gonna come..." Yeah. I'm waitin' on a miracle.

"I don't think they'll be coming; I mean, people in New York are starting to look a lot like zombies."

"Yeah..." I trail off. I started to feel bad now that Harry couldn't remember me. He would try to make me feel better if I ever was feeling down. Now, he didn't even try to tell a joke.

Harry nodded. "Nice bike or whatever it is." He nodded towards the MB.

"Thanks." I gave a small smile.

"If you want... You can ride with me... Just as long as your not one of them." He pointed his finger at himself, then at me.

"I swear on my life, I'm not one of them. You should know that."

(Agent K's POV)

"So... What are we gonna do, Kay?" Jay asks from across the cell, his head leaning against the wall and his legs sprawled out.

"I'm thinking." I answer. I was actually sitting; I was sitting on the only bench in the cell. The opening to the cell opening was to my right and was closed off with an energy shield.

"Man, you've been thinking for a straight hour or two. When are you gonna figure something out?"

"I'll tell you when I come up with it." I lean my own head against the white, illuminated walls.

When we went back to Central Park, the Kalhouns said that they wanted to talk; that ended before it started. They walked us into the ship, then threatened us to get into the cells; they said if we didn't, the Earth would be destroyed. Which, from what we could tell, they were already doing that with their mind controlling enzymes.

"I wonder if KB is alright..." Jay thought out loud.

"KB?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Yeah, Kayla."

"Oh, right."

Jay looked at me for a second, as if pondering how he could word the next sentence or if he should say it at all. "What's with you two? You two were fightin' like cats and dogs. Can't you meet one person without gettin' your panties in a wad?"

"I-" I stopped myself before I said anything else; I didn't want to say something without thinking it over. I couldn't answer the first one, since Jay already knew the answer; it took a long time before someone -or something- to earn my trust. It took Jay over several months to earn it. The first question, though, was the question is what I had to think about. The reason for KB and I disagreeing was because I think I know who she really was: my daughter. She acted just like me; arrogant, independent, stubborn, resourceful. I didn't know for sure, but every time I look at her, I see me. I see a younger version of myself wanting to fit in, to prove themselves, to show they can do it.

"I what?" Jay leaned forward.

I let out a small sigh. "I think she's my daughter."

Jay huffed, letting a laugh slip through. "No kidding." He said, as if he already knew.

I raise my head forward. "You know?" I asked, my face expressionless.

"Yeah, an' you didn't?"

"No. Why didn't you say something?"

"I thought you knew, Kay. I was just waiting for you to say something 'cause she's your daughter."

"I'm not sure she's my daughter, and I didn't kno-"

"No, you did know, you were just scared shitless to admit it." Jay furrowed his brows. "You, Mister I-am-the-rules-and-I-make-'em-then-break-'em. You, Mister I-ain't-fearless. You, Mister Tin-Man-with-a-heart-of-steel. You have some guts not thinking about a daughter you haven't seen since birth and before, an' only thinking about ways for her to back off, and to go back to Wonderland or wherever the hell she came from." Jay poked his finger in my direction.

He was right, in a way; and this was probably the first and last time I was going to say this. Maybe I was to scared to say something about her.