the soul's prisoners

Reccing Notes: Nonky writes canon fic with the best of them, but she also has an insane gift for creating alternate universes that you need more of desperately. Davis is a long held government experiment and Chloe is the curious reporter girl who gives her whole heart. Read this and tell me you wouldn't be obsessed enough to write sequel porn. Woops! is that just me? :P

by nonky at her livejournal,

170 words, pg, this needs no canon!

Once Davis realized the bullets zinging off his flesh could hit her, he fought the guards that had been peacefully walking him to his daily battery of tests.

“I'll hurt you,” Davis said, his voice hard and nervous.

She knelt on a concrete floor, her eyes on his, mind spinning far beyond the cell and Marines beyond. She didn't disagree with him. He would hurt her, and some moments it would feel like dying. She was old enough to know heartache didn't kill, and it would eventually provide some perverse company on her worst days. She gave her whole heart.

“I don't care,” she told him, ignoring the alarms that sounded as she used the stolen keycard on his shackles.

Her uncle couldn't call a cease fire, but it wasn't necessary. Once Davis realized the bullets zinging off his flesh could hit her, he fought the guards that had been peacefully walking him to his daily battery of tests.

She was risking the world and almost certainly destroying her uncle's career. She was marking her loved ones for suspicion. Davis ripped a chain link fence off its moorings, and she took his hand. She gave her whole heart