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Gen 13: Tough Love
by PJ


The bank robbery happened without warning.  It was mid day in the town of
Ellenville, New York when three young women stormed into the bank.  Roxy
Spaulding rocketed through one of the main windows, spraying the interior of
the bank with gunfire from an assault rifle.  Customers and bank employees
screamed as bullets tore into them, right before they were immolated with
red-hot plasma hurled by Foxfire.  Flare smashed through the bank's double
doors, claws extended as she searched the bank for prey.  The red-maned girl
growled like a hungry tiger when she spotted a choice young male employee in a
suit.  Flare jumped onto the man, tearing into his torso with her razor sharp
claws before she fastened her mouth on his, draining his lifeforce with her
lethal kiss.

Roxy fired one more short burst into the struggling manager, then turned to
Foxfire.

"Burn the vault, we have to hurry before more fodder arrives."

The lovely Mexican girl nodded before jumping over the cash counter to where
the vault rested.  Extending her slim brown arms, Foxfire released a thick
stream of plasma at the reinforced vault door, maintaining the blast until the
steel grew red and melted like wax.  Foxfire poured more fire onto the portal,
clearing an opening wide enough for several people to enter.  Roxy and Flare
joined Foxfire, waiting until the metal cooled enough for them to enter the
vault.  Police sirens whined in the distance as the three girls filled several
canvas bags with cash and valuables from safe deposit boxes.  Loaded down with
loot, the trio ran back to the shattered bank doors, then took to the air,
Flare flying with her wide leather wings while Roxy floated under an
anti-gravity field, carrying the lithe Foxfire with both hands.  The three
girls laughed mockingly as several police cars arrived too late to stop them
from making their escape.


Mr. Giles stood before a wall mounted situation map of the United States,
frowning when an aide added another incident marker over Ellenville, NY.  He
sipped the drink in his hand, the liquor warming his stomach as he slid his
gaze over the score of red pins marking incidents of super-powered mayhem. 
Pushing his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose, Mr. Giles turned to face
his desk and depressed an intercom button.

"Send for Mr. Hanson, please."

"Yes, sir."

Mr. Giles sat at his desk, opening a top secret inquiry file and scanning its
contents until a knock on his door announced Mr. Hanson's arrival.

"Come."

Mr. Hanson entered at once, his demeanor cool and detached, as usual.

"Please sit down, Mr. Hanson.  You know of the most recent incident, don't
you?"

"Yes, Mr. Giles.  I feared these three particular young women might start
causing trouble."

"How do you suggest we handle this?"

"Judging from the file you're perusing, I think you already know about my
plan."

"Do you think he can get them to cooperate?  Their experiences with
governmental agencies might make them distrustful of us."

"If anyone can recruit them for us, it's him," replied Mr. Hanson without
hesitation.

"Very well.  Contact Mr. Fairchild.  Let's see if he can rebuild the Gen 13
team."


Caitlin stood motionlessly under the hot shower, letting the steaming liquid
pour over her body.  She wiped back her shoulder length red hair, relishing the
feel of the hot water across her skin.  After relaxing under the soothing heat,
Caitlin Fairchild left the dripping shower stall, wrapping a thick white towel
across her midriff.  She took a comb from the sink before walking into her
small hotel room, dropping onto the twin-sized bed, then sliding the comb
across her damp locks.  Someone knocked loudly on her hotel door, making
Caitlin jerk abruptly.

"Come in," invited Caitlin tentatively, her hand sliding beneath the bedspread
to where she hid a loaded pistol.

Sublime opened the door and closed it behind her.  The tall blonde girl was
dressed in a torn black halter top, short shorts, and worn sneakers.  Sublime
brushed her thick ponytail off her left shoulder, then sat down next to
Caitlin.

"Copycat's getting the jitters again.  She's worried that we won't have enough
money to eat tonight."

Caitlin sighed, then resumed combing out her hair.

"I guess she has a reason to be worried.  I thought we had plenty of money
until the account dried up overnight."

"Someone knew about Lynch's stashed funds.  Someone in a high place, maybe?"

"I don't know, I wish I had a computer to check it out."

"And I wish we had a couple grand for new clothes, food, and a decent
flophouse.  We're in serious trouble, Cat."

"Any suggestions?"

"Well, I hate to admit it, but I did work the streets a bit before I joined
DV8."

"You're kidding, right?" scowled Caitlin.

"No, I'm not.  It's a fast way for girls to make some good money.  I don't
like it, but I don't see much choice unless you want to rob banks like our
other half is doing."

"You saw the news story about Roxy, huh?"

"Yeah.  She's really looking for trouble.  The government tends to notice
things like bank robberies in broad daylight by super-powered thieves."

"Maybe if they capture her they can help her get free of the brain net."

"They'll probably just shoot her and dissect her corpse for research
purposes," retorted Sublime cynically.

"You're just full of optimism tonight, aren't you?" smiled Caitlin wanly.

"Maybe you can cheer me up," grinned Sublime as she reached out to pull away
Caitlin's towel.


"Where are they?" inquired Alex Fairchild from his seat across from Mr. Giles.

"Roswell, New Mexico," replied Mr. Giles, his hands steepled beneath his chin.

"I'll go there immediately."

"Remember, Mr. Fairchild, you are to convince them that joining our agency is
in their best interest.  Not only will we take care of their needs, they can
help us to keep the criminal gen- active population under control so that
mundanes will not fall prey to them.  They have to agree to all our terms or
they are part of the problem, not the solution.  I don't need to tell you what
will happen to them if they become a problem, do I?"

"No, sir," replied Alex stiffly.  "I understand the consequences."

"Good," smiled Mr. Giles.  "Your private jet is fueled and ready.  Good luck."


Caitlin hugged her arms around her torso, trying to block out the sounds of
moaning coming from farther down the alley.  She glanced to her left long
enough to see Sublime pressing her hands against the building wall, her ass
thrust towards a young man as he rammed himself into her pussy.  Caitlin
shifted her eyes back to the mouth of the alley, where pedestrians strode by,
some shooting quick glances at the scantily clad redhead leaning against the
alley wall.

"How the mighty have fallen," remarked a handsome man with slicked back raven
hair and burning green eyes.  He was dressed in an expensive business suit, a
red handkerchief dangling out of his breast pocket.

"Do I know you?" asked Caitlin suspiciously.

"You knew one of my bosses, Asmodeus," supplied the man helpfully.

"You're a devil?" 

"In the flesh," bowed the man gallantly.  "I take it you are offering your
company in exchange for money?"

"Not to Hellspawn," frowned Caitlin as she backed away from the well-dressed
devil.

"Whores can't be choosers," chuckled the devil.  "My money is as good as
anyone else's."

Caitlin eyed the thick wad of bills that the devil waved under her face.

"Alright.  But if you try to take me to Hell, I'll cave your skull in."

"Such delightful expressions you young people use these days," observed the
devil with a rueful shake of his head.  "Come, let us repair to an environment
more appropriate for carnal activities."

"Fine," said Caitlin with a roll of her large green eyes.  She followed the
devil to his jet black sports car, allowing the handsome male to hold the
passenger door open for her.  The devil slid into the driver's seat, his
powerful musk tickling Cat's pert nose.  The car engine roared to life,
rocketing the vehicle down the street past barely moving economy cars.

"Where are we going?" asked Caitlin as she smoothed down her short blue rubber
skirt.

"A place called the Hellfire Club.  It's part of a nation-wide chain."

"I suppose it's run by devils."

"Actually it's run by gen-actives not unlike yourself.  We have a mutually
beneficial relationship with them."

"How cozy," replied Caitlin sarcastically.

"We think so."

The devil screamed his car out of Roswell, driving well out of sight of the
city's lights.  The desert was dark, barren, and cold, but the car's interior
was warm, almost muggy.  Caitlin wiped perspiration from her forehead, opening
the passenger door's window a crack so that cool air could wash over her body. 
The devil glanced at Caitlin's discomfiture, smiling maliciously.  He leered at
her large breasts that strained against the blue rubber top she wore, then he
lowered his gaze to her bare thighs and slim firm legs.  Returning his
attention to his driving, the devil made a sharp turn, leaving the highway for
a narrow, neglected dirt road.  The couple rode for another twenty minutes
until they reached a well-lit wire fence.  Two guards in body armor and smooth
faceless helmets marched up to the idling car, one guard covering Caitlin while
the other moved to address the devil.

"Mr. Sebastian, please identify yourself, sir," said the guard, his ugly
combat rifle pointed down but ready.  The devil drew a quick sigil in the air,
the symbol burning with an azure flame before winking out.

"You may enter, sir.  Welcome to the Hellfire Club," bowed the guard
respectfully.

The devil nodded before driving inside the open gateway, moving to the
pillared front entrance of an enormous black manor house.  A car attendant
waited until Mr. Sebastian left the vehicle and moved to escort Caitlin out. 
The attendant drove the car away from the entrance as the devil took Caitlin's
left arm and led her up red carpeted stairs to the ornate double doors.  Two
young girls in tight black leather opened the doors for the devil and his
companion.

"Welcome to the Hellfire Club, master," said both girls in perfect unison. 
"We exist to offer you pleasure."

"Is the Black Room open right now?" inquired the devil as he cupped the blonde
girl's delicate chin.

"Yes, master.  Shall I accompany you?" offered the girl, licking her red
painted lips sensually.

"Not tonight.  I already have a plaything for the evening," smiled the devil
before he took Caitlin's hand and led her inside the manor.

Caitlin examined the interior ballroom, a massive chamber with glowing
chandeliers and richly appointed walls.  Well-dressed men and richly-garbed
women stood in small groups, discussing business, entertainment and politics. 
Beautiful young women in French maid uniforms and fishnet stockings moved
amidst the throng offering drinks, snacks, and recreational drugs.  Men and
women, and sometimes women with women, traveled up and down two sets of stairs
that ascended to higher floors.  The devil led Caitlin up the right-hand
staircase, passing two girls that Caitlin thought she saw in a movie recently. 
The devil and Cat traveled down a long hallway lit by candlelight until they
reached a polished set of wooden doors at the end of the passage.  The devil
pressed his hand against one of the doors, whispering softly to it.  The doors
glowed briefly with a red radiance, then faded back to normal.  The portals
opened inwards, then shut silently when the couple had entered.  Faint light
appeared from the room's four corners, barely illuminating a chamber full of
manacles, wooden frames, and other obscene furnishings.  Caitlin bit back a
gasp, she clasped her hands together to keep them from shaking.

"Seeing this excites you, doesn't it, Caitlin?" smiled the devil lewdly. 
"Take your clothes off and let's get started."

Caitlin reluctantly unzipped the front of her top and removed it, then she
pulled off her tight rubber skirt.  After taking off her knee boots, Caitlin
walked to where the devil rummaged in a closet of whips and harnesses.

"Ah, this is nice," said the devil as he took a studded choke collar and
wrapped it around Caitlin's slim neck.  He fastened it tightly into place, then
ran his glowing red eyes hungrily over Cat's naked body.

"You are truly food for the devil lords.  Asmodeus must be screaming with
indignation in Hell," laughed the devil before he led Caitlin to a wooden frame
with dangling manacles.  He took each of Caitlin's slim wrists, raising them
above her head in order to fasten the leather manacles to them.  Cat watched
with arms outspread as the devil also bound her ankles with skin biting
manacles.  She tried to control her breathing while the devil walked in front
of her to check a video camera that sat on a tripod.

"I like to record each of my fuck sessions.  Something to share with friends
over popcorn and beer," chuckled the devil.

Caitlin blushed with shame, then shook her arms within their bonds,
discovering that they were quite firmly bound.  She glanced up at the frame
above her, noticing glowing blue runes seared into the wood.

The devil finished setting the camera, then left it on as he returned to his
place behind Caitlin, where he removed his jacket and shirt, leaving his flat
hairy chest bare.  The devil bared his teeth, fangs glinting with drool.  He
took a long leather whip from the closet, then snapped it experimentally near
Caitlin's head.

"Just lay back and enjoy it, dear," smirked the devil before he snapped the
whip across Caitlin's left buttock.  Cat yelped in surprise, a small red welt
burning on her smooth white flesh.
The devil lashed again, marking another spot along her spine.  Caitlin bit her
lip, her breathing becoming faster despite herself.  Mr. Sebastian smiled as he
sensed Cat's building excitement.  He waited for a moment, letting Caitlin's
tension build as she dreaded the next lash.  Without warning, he struck again,
leaving a long welt on her upper right buttock.  Caitlin gasped sharply, her
hands clenching into fists, her breasts jutting forward towards the filming
camera.  The devil launched a swift series of lashes, adorning her inner thighs
and back with leather kisses.  Caitlin moaned despite herself, her pussy
growing warm with arousal.  The devil inhaled loudly, drinking the musk
escaping from Cat's trembling cunt.  Loud snaps echoed within the room, again
and again as Sebastian smacked Caitlin's body, her back and buttocks on fire
from angry red welts.  Caitlin moaned again, her legs trembling, her pussy wet
with her juices.  She hung from her wrist bonds, the leather biting painfully
into her tender flesh.  Sweat glistened on Caitlin's naked body, it gleamed
like sweet wine in the soft light of the room.


The devil replaced the whip inside the closet, then withdrew a red rubber ball
gag.  He walked up to Caitlin who stood in her bonds, her breasts heaving, her
lips trembling with lust.
Sebastian caressed Caitlin's left cheek, felt her soft, warm skin.  He traced
along her quivering lower lip, then kissed the left side of her mouth.  Caitlin
moaned softly, she closed her eyes and writhed in her restraints.  The devil
felt Caitlin's warm breath on his face, he smelled the sensual scent of her
sweat oozing from her body.  He kissed the side of her neck as he gently placed
the ball gag inside her mouth and fastened the band around her head.  Caitlin
groaned weakly in protest, her body limp with desire.  The devil licked
Caitlin's upraised left arm as he reached down with his left hand to rub the
naked girl's red-furred pussy.  Caitlin moaned loudly within her gag while the
devil slid his fingers within the folds of her labia, the flesh sticky with her
vaginal fluids.
Sebastian licked Cat's smooth armpit as he rubbed harder and harder, his
fingers pressing deeper into Caitlin's cunt.  Caitlin groaned weakly, her
nipples aching.  The devil caressed Cat's left buttock with his right hand
while continuing to rub her pussy with his left.  He took Caitlin's clit
between two fingers, rubbing the little knob until it throbbed with excitement.
Cat wriggled in her bonds, her hands spread open, her hips gyrating
erotically.  The devil removed his hand from Caitlin's dripping cunt, his
fingers covered in her honey.  He sniffed her cum appreciatively, then licked
his fingers slowly, enjoying every drop of her lust.  Caitlin opened her eyes,
staring at the devil, begging him not to stop.

Sebastian smiled, sensing Cat's longing, knowing that only he could sate her. 
He knelt in front of Caitlin's bound form, prying her moist cunt lips open,
then leaning forward to stick his tongue into her pussy.  Caitlin moaned loudly
through her ball gag, her back arching as she thrust her crotch onto the
devil's face.  He licked her pussy energetically, his tongue lavishing
attention on her quivering labia and engorged clit.  He nuzzled his nose in
Cat's musky red pubic hair, then pressed his mouth into her slit, his tongue
caressing the slick interior walls of her vagina.  Caitlin's wrist bonds
jingled as her naked body shook, her nipples so hard it felt like milk would
burst out any second.  The devil reached around to cup Caitlin's firm curved
ass as he ate out her pussy, his hands fondling and squeezing her perfect ass
cheeks.  Caitlin groaned as more cum escaped from her cunt, flowing thickly
into the devil's ravenous mouth.  He pulled his face away from Cat's musky
crotch, a trail of cunt honey sticking from Sebastian's mouth to Caitlin's
labia.  The devil wiped the thick syrup from his lips, standing up to face his
naked, sweating fuck doll.

The devil walked to stand directly behind Caitlin, his body pressed tightly
against hers.  He removed the ball gag from Cat's mouth, tossing the device
aside.  He wrapped his arms around Cat's thin waist, then grunted softly. 
Caitlin tried to look backwards to see what was happening, until several
dripping tentacles slithered into her sight.  Caitlin stood in disgust as
tentacles wrapped around her thighs, belly, breasts, and neck.  The smell of
slime and male musk was enough to make Caitlin gag, while tendrils wrapped
around her large tits, squeezing them painfully.  A tentacle rubbed against her
lips as a thick tendril shoved itself into her pussy, digging deep into her hot
vagina.  Caitlin grunted while the hard shaft in her cunt started pumping in
and out, jerking her body with each thrust.  The tendril near her mouth slid
inside, wriggling within her warm throat.
Cat moaned weakly, her body aching from abuse and her orgasms.  The scent of
the tentacles washed over Caitlin, she helplessly began sucking on the tendril
in her mouth, the limb pulsing with obscene life as she licked its glistening
skin with her tongue.  Tips of tendrils teased her nipples, rubbing them firmly
while leaving trails of gleaming slime.  The devil licked Caitlin's welt-
covered back, always picking the most painful bruises, which made her tremble
helplessly.  Sebastian's crotch slapped against Caitlin's ass, his phallic limb
ramming inside her belly, filling her with his throbbing devil flesh. 
Sebastian fucked her for a score of minutes, then an hour.  He thrust into her
like a machine, prying into her cunt until it was red and burning.  Caitlin
sucked on the devil's tendril, making it engorge itself until it released a
repulsive stream of purple cream into her throat.  Unable to spit it out,
Caitlin was forced to drink the devilish cum, her throat constricting as she
choked it down.  The tendril slowly, deliberately left Caitlin's mouth, then
rubbed itself against her lips and face, staining it with sticky purple seed.

When Caitlin almost fell unconscious from the strain, Sebastian climaxed
inside her, his orgasm so strong it overflowed from her cunt and slipped down
her limp thighs.  He withdrew from the weak limbed girl, his tentacles
retracting back into his muscular body.  The devil slowly walked to a table,
his body aching pleasantly, his hunger sated.  He filled a glass with red wine,
then drank the sweet fluid slowly, savoring its rich flavor.  The devil
regarded Caitlin's bound, naked, dripping form, then smiled with satisfaction.


Alex Fairchild glanced at the slip of paper with the hotel's address, then
looked up at the door in front of him.  Straightening his jacket
self-consciously, Alex reached out to knock on the door.

"Hurry up and get in here, Copycat!"

Wary, Alex opened the door, to find his daughter lying naked on her stomach,
another girl applying ointment to her welt-covered back.

"What the hell is going on?" growled Alex as he stormed into the room.

"Who the fuck are you?" scowled Sublime, getting up to glare at the strange
bearded man.

"I'm Caitlin's father, Alex!" 

"Daddy?" said Caitlin, rolling over to see who had spoken.

"Hi, baby," smiled Alex, his anger giving way to joy at seeing his wayward
daughter again.

Caitlin jumped from the bed, reaching out to hug her father warmly.  After a
few moments, Alex became conscious of his daughter's bare breasts pressing
against his neck.  Pulling away slowly, Alex focused on his girl's wide,
tear-brimmed green eyes.  Noticing her father's discomfort, Cat gasped and
swiftly pulled a bathrobe on.  Father and daughter laughed happily before
Caitlin grasped her father's hand and urged him to sit next to her on the edge
of the hotel room's bed.

"How did you find us?"

"I had some help from some people in high places."

Sublime arched her eyebrow at this.

"They want to talk to you and your friends.  They need help to apprehend Roxy
and her little girl gang."

"Yes, we heard about Roxy's robbery."

"Then you know why we need your help.  If you come with me, my associates
promise you everything you'll need.  What do you say?"

"Sublime?" asked Caitlin, looking over her father at the blonde girl who stood
near the door.

"It's better than giving blowjobs for twenty bucks a pop."

"Your enthusiasm is overwhelming," replied Alex.

"We'll go with you, Daddy," smiled Caitlin before she hugged her father
tightly again.


Foxfire groaned loudly, her wrists shaking in the handcuffs that held her arms
against the bed's headboard.  Roxy purred huskily as she sucked on the Hispanic
girl's twat, pulling on the tender labia flesh with her lips.  In a chair on
the far side of the penthouse, Flare sat with a young school girl in her lap,
the girl's legs spread apart and her plaid skirt raised up to her waist.  The
Succubus fondled the girl's small breasts through her open white blouse, a
long-nailed hand rubbing the child's wet cunt.  Flare brushed her fangs along
the raven-haired girl's tender neck, then she kissed the girl full on the
mouth, sucking out her rich lifeforce.  Roxy fingered her own dripping pussy as
she ate out Foxfire, her tight little ass thrust out into the air.  Roxy licked
the inside of Foxfire's smooth thighs, then pried open the girl's slit with her
fingers, leaning down to lick Foxfire's clit until she orgasmed with a husky
groan.  Roxy rose from the sweat-drenched bed, her short black hair plastered
to her lovely young face.  Flare let the dead school girl fall to the richly
carpeted floor, the child's skin blue and cold.

"Have a good dinner?" giggled Roxy as she uncuffed Foxfire.

"Delicious," grinned Flare, licking her moist lips appreciatively.

"Good.  Now back to work," said Roxy in a business-like tone as she sat at a
computer terminal.  A hair-thin tendril emerged from the right side of her head
and dipped down until it melded with the PC.  Roxy inhaled sharply as she
linked with the computer, her mind accessing networks all over the country.

Foxfire tied a red silk robe around her naked body, moving to stand next to
Flare.

"What's she looking for?"

"To see if anyone is coming after us," replied the Succubus while she kept her
gaze on Roxy.

"I'm going to get something to eat then."


"Roxy and her gang are holed up in that penthouse.  Use the anti-grav packs to
get over there, then try to capture them if you can," said Alex as he scoped
the target area with night vision binoculars.

"Yes, sir," nodded Caitlin in her green bodysuit, boots, and gloves.  Sublime
wore her black leather costume while Copycat wore her hot pink bodysheath.  All
three girls wore light, compact grav packs on their backs.

"Be careful," smiled Alex reassuringly before he hugged Caitlin warmly. 
Caitlin parted with a smile, then motioned for her companions to follow her. 
She walked to the edge of the skyscraper roof, then switched on the pack.  The
unit hummed softly as Cat took a deep breath and dived out into space.  The
pack held her aloft, then shot forward when she manipulated a strap control. 
Sublime and Copycat flew after Cat, Copycat yelping softly as she looked down
at the street far below.

"Don't look down," warned Caitlin before she shot forward towards the
penthouse.


Flare spun to face the floor to ceiling window just as Caitlin smashed through
the thick glass.  The Succubus roared with fury, extending her claws before
pouncing forward.  The computer link connected to Roxy popped away and withdrew
into her skull while Foxfire charged from the kitchen, her hands glowing with
dancing flames.

Sublime crashed down from the ceiling, her density shifted to diamond
strength.  Foxfire didn't even have time to scream as Sublime slammed both feet
into her, crushing her to pulp before Sublime disappeared down to the next
floor.  Copycat landed gingerly on the carpet just before Flare smashed into
her, fangs bared and claws upraised.  Caitlin charged towards Roxy until the
petite girl reduced gravity around her tall adversary.  Cat gasped as she fell
upwards through the ceiling, then high up into the night sky.

"I'd say about two thousand feet, then a very abrupt drop," smiled Roxy
cruelly.

"I don't think so," retorted Sublime as she leapt from the hole in the floor
and put Roxy in a choke hold.

"How crude," grunted Roxy, reducing gravity around the tall blonde.

Sublime's eyes widened as her body floated up off the floor.  As Roxy
struggled to break free, Sublime increased her density until she was heavy
enough to stand again.  Growing tired of Roxy's wriggling, Sublime threw the
girl across the room, her increased mass augmenting her throw so that Roxy
slammed painfully into the wall, knocking her unconscious.  Flare ripped a
series of deep furrows into Copycat's stomach, then pounded the girl's head
into the floor.  Copycat lay limply beneath the Succubus, helpless as the devil
girl grasped a handful of hair and pulled Copycat's face close to hers. 
Licking her lips with anticipation, Flare kissed Copycat, draining the girl's
life.  A loud crash from the ceiling drew Flare's attention, just in time to
see Caitlin fly towards her.  The Succubus grunted with pain as Cat smashed
into her, propelling her outside beyond the shattered glass window.

Caitlin slammed several punches into Flare's face, crushing the devil girl's
nose and ringing her brain.  Flare slashed out wildly with her claws, ripping a
rent across Caitlin's breasts.  Cat clasped both hands together and gave Flare
a powerful upper cut, sending the devil girl higher into the air.  Dazed with
pain, the Succubus couldn't control her wings to fly, she began falling
helplessly to the street below.  Caitlin raced down after Flare, but the
Succubus fell like a rock.  Cat pulled herself up, watching horrifically as
Flare smashed and splattered against a sidewalk.


Epilogue:

Roxy moaned softly, then opened her eyes.  Caitlin and Alex stood on either
side of her bed, looking down with concern.

"Cat?  What happened?"

"You were sick for awhile, but you're better," smiled Caitlin as she reached
down to hold Roxy's left hand.

"My brain's all fuzzy.  I don't remember much."

"It's okay, you're safe now."

"I'm glad.  It'll be good to feel safe again."

"Remember my dad?  He's going to look after us now."

"Hi, Mr. Fairchild," smiled Roxy weakly.

"Call me Alex, Roxy," grinned Cat's father warmly.  "You'll be under
observation for a week, then we can take you home."

"Home.  I can't wait," sighed Roxy, her eyes fluttering as she fell back into
a warm, happy sleep.

The End.


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