Full Moon Fling *Unedited*

Let Alone Your Mutant Baby!

Claw Crusher Jack stares at me calmly from the end of the bed, and he's stroking his fingers slowly up and down my calf.  I want to be sick.  I feel the bile rush up my throat and I gag on it, I bend over the edge of the bed and splutter.  The movement tightens the rope around my wrist and I gasp in pain, which burns the raw skin of my throat.

"Hello Alba Mirae." Crusher murmurs and the fear floods me just like it used to.  He only ever called me Alba Mirae when he was acting like the good guy...

Time to take your punishment, I think as I remember the night I escaped this house.  I was so sure I'd never see him again - that I'd just leave Scotland.  But I couldn't.  I tried - so hard - but I just couldn't leave Scotland.  It's in my blood.

"Hello Crusher." I rasp and his black eyes flash menacingly.  "I-I mean Jack.  Hello Jack." I correct myself hastily and Crusher smiles at me.  I think I'm going to be sick.  I try to breathe, but everything in this room is attached to 101 memories I kept blocked out.  There's a Disney film begging to be made...

"Alba Mirae, are you alright?" Crusher's voice is soft, but a soft voice hides a lot.  Like an iron fist.

"Yes Jack." I say quietly, swallowing the bile clinging to my throat.  I wince as I taste it and almost end up heaving again.

"I'm glad." Crusher smiles faintly and wraps his hand around my calf a little too tightly to be comforting.  I force myself not to whimper and settle on gritting my teeth and feeling the little muscle in my jaw dance.  "You'll be so beautiful when you're carrying a wolf baby, Alba Mirae." Crusher's voice is hoarse and I try to pluck up the courage to look Crusher in the eye.

I can't do it.

"Jack, you can't get Alba pregnant!" Eoin stresses and I roll my head around so I can stare at him blankly.  He catches my eye and I let my gaze slide away.

Traitor, I think tiredly.  There's no point fighting this - Crusher always wins.  I let my eyes watch the ceiling until everything goes beige and flecks of green appear.

"Why not Gallagher?" Crusher demands sarcastically and I feel myself sink back into the real world.  Or maybe it's a nightmare?  Maybe I'm gonna wake up and I'll be with Eoin and none of this will have happened.

"Just...I mean...like...have you seen Alba?  She's barely got enough meat on her bones for one - let alone your mutant baby!  It'd kill her, and then what would you do?!" Eoin exclaims and I can almost see him throwing his hands in the air.  I let my eyes travel over my bloody clothes.  I didn't think I looked that bad for someone who was alone...

"Strip Fife." Crusher barks and my body shakes uncontrollably, my wrists slipping around in the rope and burning slightly.

"Jack!" Eoin sounds stunned and I try to hyperventilate quietly - Crusher hates hysteria.  Especially in me.

"Don't." I rasp at Eoin, my throat aching.  His eyes soften as he stares at me, but sickness shows in them.  How could he agree to die with Erin?  No one would ever die for me...not that I'm worth dying for.  "Not worth it." I murmur and Crusher digs his fingers into my calf.  I inhale sharply, causing my teeth to cry in protest.

"You got weak Fife." Crusher smiles darkly and my mouth goes dry, my tongue gluing itself to the roof of my mouth and feels too big for my mouth suddenly.

"N-no." I stutter, knowing what Crusher does to the weak ones.  Crusher leers at me and gets on his knees - on all fours - before edging closer to me.  He stops and lowers his head so our foreheads touch and his black eyes gaze into my green ones.  I see myself in his eyes and my green eyes are huge and terrified.