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Jane's eyes opened, her eyelashes faintly batting against her lids when she blinked.
The young girl looked up, confused, wondering where she was.
Suddenly, Janeien got up from the bed and jerked her head around the room.
"Morning.", said a voice from the door.
Eleven turned her head in that direction and was relieved to see Michael.
"Where are we?"
"I found this place, it was empty and I thought we could stay here."
"Right. What time is it?"
"Around nine."
The 17-year-old girl got out from the bed and approached Mike before telling him, "Thanks for putting me to bed last night."
"No problem.", replied Michael, softly smiling.
Eleven also smiled at him and left the room, heading downstairs.
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Jane sat down at the table in the kitchen and so did Mike
She grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl in the middle of the table, revealing her 011 tattoo a little.
"I was wondering, why have you got that tattoo on your arm?"
Janeien looked down and realised what he was talking about before quickly hiding it and answering Michael.
"Before I got out here, I had the number tattooed onto my arm. That's what they called me."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"No, no, its fine."
Slowly, Mike shifted closer from his seat to Eleven's and gave her a sympathetic look.
Suddenly, he kissed Jane.
When he kissed her, Janeien's brain lit on fire and the warmth spread throughout her entire body.
They let go for a second before going back again.
But unexpectedly, Michael's hand moved from the top to the bottom of the 17-year-old's body.
It went down her waist to just underneath her shirt.
The heat from Mike's fingers creeped into Jane's consciousness and she wanted to pull away. Touch. So long without it, but didn't want it. It seemed like an invasion, an unwanted intimacy.
Finally, Eleven back away.
"Hey, what's the matter?", asked Michael, going in for another kiss.
"I... I don't want to do this anymore.", replied Janeien as she got up from her seat and backed up a little more.
"Why? What's the matter? Am I hurting you?", asked Mike looking up at Eleven, confused.
"No, I just don't want to do anything."
"Wait-"
"No! Don't touch me!"
"Woah, calm down, I'm not going to do anything."
"Just stop!"
"Jane-"
"Just shut up! Shut the hell up!", she said as flashbacks of her 12-year-old self being dragged to Dr. Brenner came to her. "Leave me alone! You know, your dad is right! Your just some stupid rich kid who has no-one, but his father do everything for him!"
"Wait, wait, y-you don't really mean that... do you?"
"Do I look like I don't?!"
Mike paused before replying, "No. You don't."
Eleven stormed off out of the house to outside, sitting on the veranda.
Whist back inside, Michael threw the fruit bowl from the table to the floor and rushed upstairs and into the bedroom.
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Strange Lands. ~ A Mileven Fanfiction. (COMPLETED!!)
FanficJane Ives was born with psychokinetic powers and was the target for many government organizations. After being recruited by the C.I.A (Central Intelligence Agency) she is trained both physically and mentally and kept in a solitary building, isolate...
