Title: Pygmalion Book I Series: the Praetorians Chapters: 1-21 Author: Docpaul Author’S Email: [email protected] Rating: NC-17 Spoilers: None, This Is an AU
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Title: Pygmalion Book I Series: The Praetorians Chapters: 1-21 Author: DocPaul Author’s email: [email protected] Rating: NC-17 Spoilers: none, this is an AU. Disclaimers: The concepts and names are the same, but the characters belong to me. I give them life, more life than Roswell, better lives. Warnings: This is a dark universe. There is bondage, domination, slap and tickles, bloodletting and blood-sports, and child birthing…so be prepared. Oh, and slash…does that need a warning? Summary: Months after Alex dropped his bomb on the podsters, they slowly began to explore their alien powers, but the news tore apart their lives and their concepts of who they were. Left adrift in confusion they were further threatened as their world exploded in fire, hate and destruction. And Pygmalion awakes his Galatea….it is the awakening of the King. Author’s note: The hardest part of writing this story is the increase in action, players, and relationships. This is one fast hard ride, and I hope to lose none of you along the way. In the third part of the trilogy we finally see what has been going on since the beginning…the creation of a legend. First came the Praetorians, the strong guards of the realm, and now finally rises a King. In this story there is a ‘causality loop.’ The question becomes, what came first…the chicken or the egg? PYGMALION And Galatea, by the sea, with her arms unfurled and hands wide open… For Arimi and Vin Chapter One: When Oedipus wept… Day One: Tuesday, 7:30 am “Michael!” 1 Michael Guerin stopped pouring his morning coffee and looked at their damn kleptomaniac, sometimes calico, sometimes black cat who was staring at him almost innocently. “Our mistress bellows, and she ain’t sounding happy. What did you do?” Maria Deluca appeared at the top of the stairs and tossed a shoe down at him, just barely missing his head as he ducked. “What is this?” Michael looked at the footwear as it lay on the floor next to him, after having bounced off the refrigerator. “A shoe?” “A shoe? Bastard! Of course it’s a shoe!!! Dammit, Michael, it’s not one of mine!” Michael looked at it again. “It is too one of yours. I know. I bought it for you.” “It’s a flat...a slipper. I don’t own slip-on shoes. It’s...oh god! It’s ugly!” Maria’s voice echoed in horror. “And there are more of them in my closet.” “I bought you thirteen pairs in different colors to go with all your clothes.” Michael thought the damn shoes were perfect. He had found one style that looked filled the bill and ordered all the color combinations available. She could be a little more grateful, maybe say thank you…or offer him a quick roll in the sack in appreciation... “Where are they? Where are my babies?” Michael looked at her as if she was insane. The 'baby' was in that cute little tight basketball in front of her, all snug and fed for now. “My shoes, Michael! Where are my shoes? The leather pumps, the sliders, the strappy-heeled sandals...the entire tribute to the House of Choo!” 2 Michael ducked again as another shoe came hurtling towards his head. He knew he shouldn’t have let her join the co-ed PD baseball team this last summer. Her aim was deadly. “Now, Maria.... Those shoes are lethal. Not a single pair had under a three-inch heel. They’re murder on your feet, bad for your legs, even make them cramp...and you could fall off them and hurt yourself or the baby!” “My shoes! You stole my shoes! All of them! You...you...bastard!” Maria was shaking so hard she could feel the baby moving in distress. Resting her hand on her pregnant tummy in comfort, she tried to reassure her child that she wasn’t going to murder his father, just maim the sneaky, no good, no-account… “If you’d just calm down. This can’t be good for the baby, and...” That was obviously the wrong thing to say as another shoe came whizzing past his head. “First my clothes. Nothing too revealing, too low cut...nothing too tight or confining, nothing above the knees...” Maria’s voice was rising in anger and frustration. “You bought me an ugly dress for my birthday! It was ugly, and it was...gray!” “It cost a small fortune.” Michael winced as he heard more items falling from the upper landing. She was getting more and more agitated. Maybe he should’ve talked to her about the shoes before stealing them from her closet. “Great! A Versace, gray prison gown! It was still ugly!” Maria felt tired, spent. Sinking to the ground by the upper banister, she laid her head against the wood. “Get out! Max is here, so just leave. Please.” Michael frowned and walked around the kitchen bar towards the stairs, but as he did so, Maria suddenly stood up and walked away. The bathroom door slammed behind her. 3 Max was stunned at how fast Michael was vacating the loft. Usually he had to wait for his partner for what seemed like hours. This was not good. Trouble in paradise. “What happened?” Michael just shrugged when he got into the car. “Nothing. Let's go.” Max turned off the engine and put his hands on the steering wheel. “Michael...” “Fine! We had a fight. Actually Maria had the fight. I just did lots of ducking.” Max threw Michael a measured look. “What did you do?” “Nothing!” Michael cussed at his partner’s grimace of disbelief. Why the fuck did Max always assume he was in the wrong? “I boxed away all of Maria’s shoes and replaced them with some nice, orthopedic, arch-support, flat slip-ons that don’t need to be buckled or even tied.” “You stole her shoes?” Max looked at Michael in disbelief. “You stole the shoes of a woman who gets a pink fuzzy feeling from each new pair, and walks on air whenever she goes shopping for them? Whose entire side of her dressing room closet houses a wall of shoes?” “It took me eight trips to get them all.” Michael looked at his partner and tossed up his hands. “What? I replaced them! With a style more appropriate and safe.” “Michael.” Max just shook his head. “What were you thinking? Maria’s over six months pregnant. She has had you hounding her twenty-four/seven, putting her on a feeding schedule every three hours. You cancelled your on-calls. You don’t do stakeouts. You dictate her clothes and her schedule. You nagged her until she stopped working at the 4 museum. Now she puts up with you almost every moment of the day as you watch her and scrutinize her. As you carry on being psychotically neurotic and territorial...” “She’s having an alien baby!” “You’re smothering her! We don’t even know what the fuck having an alien baby even means! There’s no one to tell us.” Max rubbed his face. “What do you think she’s doing now? Right now?” Crying. She was crying. Michael just sat back and closed his eyes. “Take off. Tell Cap I’ll be in as soon as I can.” Michael got out of the car and went back inside, turning as he did so, to look at his partner’s new car. A Volvo...a Volvo sedan no less. Damn. Nothing like chasing the bad guys in a family car with a childseat in the back. The loft was quiet. He went upstairs and the first thing he noticed was that the bathroom door was open and the lights were out. Stopping, he looked around for her. It was the sound of sniffling coming from her closet that drew him into their bedroom. She was lying on the floor in front of her empty shoe racks, clad only in her dressing gown. Curled up in a small ball, she was crying as she stared at the place where her shoes should have been and weren't. Mr. Boo was worriedly in attendance. The cat saw Michael first and growled his displeasure. Michael went to Maria and reached down to cup her face, making look at him. The sadness there, the utter unhappiness, was more than he could take. Picking her up, he took her back into the bedroom and laid her on the bed, then joining her there. “I’m sorry. I’ll bring them back.” 5 She just shook her head, not saying anything. “I didn't do this right. I should’ve told you I was worried. I should have talked to you and then took you shopping for new shoes, instead of taking control.” “I understand.” He hated her small voice with its lack of enthusiasm and real conviction. The two of them were having hard times. It wasn’t just the baby, the blood and the creeping tiredness that seemed to take over more and more each day. It was the Thing. The alien thing. Ever since that day when all of them connected, things had changed. Michael couldn't stop melting things, or blowing them up or picking up visions from objects at crime scenes. He had always been different, an outsider, but somehow he had always found ways to deal with it before. This was something new. He was no longer human, and because of him Maria was changing too.