Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2014 20:28:41 -0400
From: Jered Baker <orangesattack70@gmail.com>
Subject: Unexpected: part 2

Hello everyone and welcome to chapter 2 of Unexpected. I hope this answers
the questions that were made at the end of the second chapter and hopefully
opens up some new ones. As all ways, all rights apply. Grab your husband,
wife, boyfriend, girlfriend or significant other, grab a blanket to snuggle
up in, and a drink of your choice and enjoy:)

Comments, questions, or concerns: email: omgorangesattack70@gmail.com


Chapter 2:

 	We walked down the terminal halls of glass and white steel that
were Dulles Spaceport.

"You ready to meet with higher up?" Skeeter asked. He walked next to me
with Opal and Peter behind us. We had just docked at the Dulles Spaceport
and were directed off of the Savannah. Cars were waiting for us, or so the
man in the completely white suit walking in front of us said so. He was at
the Savannah's door waiting as soon as it was in bay with that completely
irritating smile all of the government's public figures wore. His name was
Roger Walsh, Director or Visitor Affairs.  His face looked childish with
its features, and the plump flushed cheeks didn't do him any favor in the
matter of looking his own age. He was around Peter's height but a tad
larger in scale with brown eyes and hair that looked like chocolate
icing. His swagger was overwhelmingly chipper for the situation at hand?
and me personally. But of course they had to bring the welcome wagon.

"Like every other time you ask me this I always tell you no. Now what makes
you think this time, this time out of them all, would be any different to
the last?" I nearly spat. I hated meeting leaders, especially those with
worldly powers, and even more so those who have been lying to me for the
past 6 years of my life.

"Sorry." He said hushed. We continued our way through the spaceport as
others passed us going to make their own commutes for their own lives. For
the times I glanced at Peter, he seemed to be chatting with Opal amiably
until he would catch my gaze and his smile would falter and the dimples on
his freckled cheeks would disappear.

 	As we walked out the main revolving doors, Roger clasped his hands
together gleefully.

"Ah, here we are!" and then waved his hands at the two white government
plated Cadillac's. "Quickly now, quickly. We don't want to keep Washington
Corporate heads waiting now do we?" the massive smile planted on his face
disgusted me. The doors to the cars opened at the touch of the remote in
Rogers hand. Skeeter entered before me to Roger's insufferably "hurry
hurry". Once it was my turn, I stood behind the door and glared at the
pudgy man.

"Do us all a favor and shut the hell up." I saw his face falter just before
I slammed the door behind me. Looking out the tinted window, I saw Peter
and Opal both covering their faces as they laughed. I sighed. It was good
to see him smile and laugh, even if it was just for a short
while. Remembering back all that time ago, my life was so perfect, or so it
seemed. I longed to see him smile at me again, like he was happy to see me
walk through our door in our apartment. For him to giggle softly when we
watched a movie on the couch; him laying on my lap while I held him strong
in my arms, once when he was my little scientist and I was his hero? it all
seems so distance now.

 	Peter and Opal were ushered into their car as well by, a now
disheveled, Mr. Walsh. I smiled devilishly to myself seeing him off
balance. Quickly, the cars pulled into traffic and were off like the
speeding white bullets that they were down the high-speed
expressways. Downtown Washington wizzed by quite fast at almost 200 mph but
the background scenery stayed in the same place mostly. Sooner than later,
about 4 minutes to be exact, HQ came into view. It was a massive plot of
about 40 acres that sat the white steel and glass rectangular towers. There
were 7 towers in total, three on each side all growing in stature until
they reached the tallest of them all in the center, the building we got to
go inside of. In the center of the courtyard between the two driveways was
a monument known as the "Reflecting Pool", a long pool of water build by
the government of before that now seemed to be dwarfed by the acres of
perfectly cut grass around it.

 	The cars slowed to a stop in front of the main building.

"Here we go." Skeeter said as the doors opened. We both slid out of the
vehicle to be welcomed, if that is the term to be used, by stoned faced men
in white suits with aviators to match.

"Follow us." One of them said. To most people they would have been
intimidating, and they rightfully should being the packed muscle men that
they were, but then I stood, I was a head taller and easily had fifty
pounds on each. I looked over to Peter and Opal as they walked along with
the white suits. We walked up the steps and into the tower. It was a tall
room, probably three stories, with windows into offices and corporate
rooms, people rushing around inside on phones and Paper-Pals inside of a
black floor and white washed walled box; ah the sweet misery of corporate
government. We walked past them all to the elevators where we all packed
into it. A white suit pressed the button for the top floor and the elevator
rocketed upward.

"Hawthorn and Savannah are on their way up Mr. President." One of the white
suits said. The sound of the voice in the earpiece was only a soft hum. The
white suit nodded as if the President could actually see him. "Yes sir." He
said curtly.

 	The elevator only took a few seconds more to reach the President's
floor. The door dinged and then opened to shining bright white walls of the
President's floor, my least favorite of them all. From all of the years
that I've been here to? "visit" with the president, he always aggravated me
with how he acted. The only time I ever was somewhat happy to be around his
was when he gave me his condolences on Peter's death, which was now
obviously a lie. That was one of the first of many to come visits from
President Wade?

"Right this way." The man said as he led us through the white hallways. He
led the four of us to the tall ornate white and gold doors of the
presidents 'oval office'; one of the few tradition things that transferred
over to the new government. I took a deep breath and looked over at Opal
who made the comic gun to the head sign. I cracked a small smile at her
before the doors opened and my ears were filled with the overenthusiastic,

"Ah, welcome, welcome!" President Wade sang. Well, my smile was gone. The
tall lean man stood in what everyone else was wearing, perfectly pressed
white suit. His sleek half circle glasses were pressed tightly to his face
and not a blond hair was out of place on his perfectly groomed head. His
skin was as always just a hint too pale and his eyes always seemed a little
paler blue than usual.

"Mr. President, sir." Opal and Skeeter said. Peter and I were in a nearly
identical scowl. If Peter could do anything, he could make one hell of a
look when he was pissed.

"You two?" Wade said, "Show Opal and Skeeter to the waiting room. I need to
speak with these two privately."

"Yes, Mr. President." The two white suits said. Opal winked at me before
leaving. When the door shut, Wade stood there, his crooked smile gleaming
at us.

"Gentleman, I?" he started with his nose in the air.

"Cut the shit, Wade." I snapped bitterly. Wade's smile broke and his face
fell into darkness. "You lied to me, Wade." Wade closed his eyes to calm
himself before speaking in a classed demeanor.

"I haven't the slightest clue what you mean." He spoke.

"Don't play dumb, do you not see who is next to me right now?" I said,
anger building inside me. "Dr. Peter Savannah, you know, the one who you
told me died six years ago? Ring a bell?" Wade was quiet for a moment
before saying a soft,

"Perhaps." Peter's jaw was grinding.

"Perhaps my ass!" Peter burst to my surprise. I looked down at him. His
cheeks were more flushed than usual and a vein was pulsing lightly on his
forehead. "Telling him I was dead was not part of the deal."

"Research taking six years wasn't part of the deal either Dr. Savannah."
Wade said, becoming annoyed.

"Everyone dying wasn't part of the damned deal!" Peter's eyes were glaring
right at Wade who stood there with an angered expression on his face. He
took his phone out of his pocket and started to type. Casually he said,

"They were just casualties of war, Savannah. Maybe if you met your quote,
it wouldn't have turned out like this." Peter look about near tears after
that. Those were all of his friends and if not that, close work colleagues
that were all damned to have that science lab as their resting place.

"Don't blame a fucking quote, it's how cheaply that lab was made! Not even
any blasting shielding? Are you freaking nuts?" I blasted and Wade was
silent but his gaze went to Peter.

"So that's your view on your scientists." Peter stated
matter-of-factly. His voice was soft but carried a heavy weight of the new
found discovery. All President Dick did was nod as he typed away.

"You are a soulless son'bitch, Wade." I said emphatically. He gazed up from
his screen and frowned.

"I am well aware of your position about me now as I was four years ago but,
thank you for the reiteration." He closed the screen on his phone and put
it away back in his pocket.  "On to other things." He said as he turned
around and walked back to his desk. He sat down in his chair and looked up
at us. "Seeing as Dr. Savannah is with us now, your mission was a success I
presume?" he asked.

"Define a success, Wade. Your view and my view of success seem to be highly
skewed." I said as I crossed my arms across my chest. Wade sighed and
glared of me. He had taken off his glasses and had them twirling in one
hand.

"Don't be difficult. Do you have the research or not?" he nearly spat. I
looked over to Peter.

"I have most of it saved with me and the bomb I detonated to destroy the
base was a prototype on a small scale. One on the size you requested would
take more time to perfect." Peter said. He had recuperated himself for the
most part and was back to the new professional him.

"How much more time?" Wade asked.

"I was planning on finishing this with Dr. Coddwell and Richards but seeing
as they are now?." He took a second, "? deceased, it would have only taken
a few weeks, two months at max. Now that it is just myself, half a year to
a whole year." He said speaking as though he was on autopilot. President
Wade twirled his glasses some more and zoned out on his desk as he pondered
options. Peter looked over at me right as I looked at him. Looking into his
eyes, especially after all this time, it was depressing to see the sadness
he held at the moment. I gave him a small smile and awkwardly bumped his
shoulder with my arm. He looked at his shoulder and blushed ever so
slightly, but it was enough for me to know I made a difference in his mood.

"I have a solution." President Wade said suddenly as his head shot up. He
paused for a moment and didn't say anything.

"And what would that be, oh brilliant one?" I mocked. The invisible middle
finger was obvious.

"Your ship has a science and medical lab, doesn't it?" he asked. Oh no?.

"Yes?" I said warily.

"Perfect, I'll have it outfitted with the materials he needs and two other
scientists in the field to help out Dr. Savannah with his research." My jaw
had dropped and I'm pretty sure Peter's had too from the look Wade gave us.

"What, you two will be together again. Wont you be happy?" he asked as
though it was going to be that easy.

"Six years?" I stressed. "? is a long time to live with someone being
dead." I said. Peter didn't say anything but to be honest, I'm not sure I
would want him to. I looked over to Peter who looked like he had just been
shot.

"Peter?" I asked as calmly as I could right now. He just shook his head and
started toward the door.

"Peter!" Wade and I said in unison, him with more force than care.

"Give me a damn minute to absorb all of this." His demanded as the door
slammed behind him. I turned back around to see a very stressed out
President Wade.

"You!" He said pointing at me. "You know how to get to him. Just make sure
that damned research gets done. Do you hear me?" He yelled. I walked up to
his desk, my stature dwarfing him. I slammed my hand down onto his desk
making him jump.

"Don't try and threat me." My voice rumbled, "I've cleaned up more of your
mess-ups in the past six years than I think the rest of your corporate
empire would care to know about." Wade sat back in his chair looking upset
but he knew I had too much on him to think he had any power over
me. "Especially with this latest episode; President's Secret Space Facility
attacked killing over one hundred forced scientist workers, how does that
sound for a headline in tomorrow's News."

"What do you want?" he asked as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Nothing except my respect and privacy, and Pet? Dr. Savannah's as well. I
will make sure it gets done; just keep your shit together while it
happens." I had made my point. Wade looked me in the eye for a moment
before sighing and nodding.

"Fine, I'll stay out of it. Just get it done." He said. I started to walk
out of his office.

"One more thing." I said.

"What?" Wade asked begrudgingly.

"A thirty thousand dollar yearly raise." I said, the grin growing on my
face.

"You're crazy!" he snapped.

"Do it." I said and closed the door behind me. Peter was leaning on the
wall outside the door.

"Hey." I said quietly. Peter looked up at me with a pained expression on
his face.

"Come on." I said. I was trying to put a smile on my face but it wasn't
spreading to his. He just started walking away, leaving me behind.