One and Two and Three

AN; I'm sorry it's been so long between updates! Unfortunately I've only got internet through my school and I just got back in.

To apologize for the huge gap I will now post three chapters in hopes this will nullify your anger.

Disclaimer- Me broke.

Two wasn't exactly sure what happened. One moment they were firing away at Merovingian's body, the next Keyes was hit and being turned somehow into a program. He could see it, even though One ignored it, preferring to hear it from Mazon's dazed lips. He saw the changes in her coding to that of a near identical quality of his and Ones'. He saw it and wondered what it must have been like, being turned into a program.

He noticed One's and Mazon's reaction and felt a bit of confusion. Mazon's he could understand, but One's? Two knew that One was falling in 'love' ...or something...with Keyes because he felt it also. Two looked upon Keyes almost the same way One did, holding his urges at bay only because he knew how protective One would be. But if Keyes were a program, what's more, the same type of program as he and One, then things would be simpler. Things would… work out. Still, he accepted One’s despair as one of those things 'love' does to people and programs, but he didn't show any emotion, only because he saw the positive of Keyes' membership to the so-called 'Program Community', he'd always thought of himself as the optimist, One as the pessimist. A look at One proved that.

No doubt One was thinking over the negative parts of this little… change, this fork in the road, seeing it not as a great opportunity for up-gradation, but a down size, a dip in the metaphorical road of program existence. It was of little real consequence, Two could see Keyes' code as clearly as One could. The change had reached her core, changing her whole being to that of a program, a program that was a near exact duplicate of their coding. Two saw, and Two accepted.

Mazon was about to suggest they take Keyes back down to the apartment when she stirred. Mazon leaned back on her heels and looked up at One who still seemed afraid to touch her, his hands hovering a couple of inches over her body. She moved again, then twisted her head to the side and blinked open her eyes. She looked around without moving her head and sat up, the green ooze having since liquefied slightly, sliding off her body like melting Jell-O. She shook her head once or twice and rubbed at her eyes, looking at Mazon who stared uncontrollably.

"What?" she asked grumpily and following her friend's gaze, looked down at herself, gasping and jumping up, swatting at the slime. After getting a sufficient amount of it off, she waved her hands a little frantically, looking over at Mazon and the Twins, who had all stood to watch this little spectacle, Mazon grinning in spite of herself.

"Ennhhh! Ennhh!" she whined, looking at all three in turn for help. Two grinned and walked towards the door, pulling it open and holding it for Keyes, who tiptoed through, trying desperately not to touch anything. One followed shaking his head, then Mazon and lastly Two, letting the door swing slowly shut behind them.

One phased out, entering the apartment, and opened the door from the inside, letting Keyes run in on her toes, into One's bedroom and on, followed by the resounding bang of his bathroom door shutting. He grinned after her and turned to the loveseat area, sighing as the weight of the events within the last hour began to settle in. Aside from the two Alien bodies without heads, dozens of bullet holes riddling the walls and furniture, blood everywhere and shattered coffee table, the place really looked great.

Mazon entered the kitchen, emptying out the coffee pot and refilled it all, mimicking Keyes' actions poorly until she was finally sent by Two to help One straighten up a little, himself taking over the coffee.

"It uh… it really isn't that bad" Mazon said encouragingly, tipping the loveseat back onto all fours. "See? This one only has holes on the bottom" One looked at her significantly and produced a broom and dust pan from somewhere and was picking up the coffee table.

"You could always just get lots of paintings." She said, gesturing at the walls. The once immaculate white walls were trashed, and she frowned and looked for something to do about the bodies. Thankfully, the closet, which she could've sworn was empty earlier, now held two sturdy black bags just the prefect size for the Aliens. She sent a look at One's back and lugged them out, opening one and beginning to inefficiently shove a body into it.

Two, having finished preparing coffee, joined the both of them and frowned at Mazon's attempts to put the body away. Batting her hands away from the bad, she held onto the corpse as Two held the bag open. Helping her to slip it inside. One had ridden himself of broom and dustpan and reappeared with a vacuum, which he now used to suck up glass shards and bits of Alien head. By the time both bodies were safely in their bags, One had shown up with a carpet cleaner and was running it over floor and furniture, with the help of a special attachment.

Two and Mazon each lugged the bags up onto their shoulders and Two led the way out of the apartment, gave Mazon some instructions, they zapped to some place very far away to dispose of the bags and their occupants. This all left only the walls, which One looked at for a while before throwing his hands up and collapsing in his loveseat, which promptly broke under his weight, lowering him a couple of inches in a 30 degree angle, earning a heavy sigh. He sat there for a moment before coming to a conclusion. Mazon and Two had left, and the shower was still running. Grinning, One stood, loosened his tie and headed into his bedroom.

Keyes sped into One's bathroom, slamming the door, trench all ready off and crumpled in the sink, one of the only things in the bathroom that wasn't carpeted. Next was her dress, ripped off and thrown on top of the coat, then her heels over that and her guns on the toilet seat, also thankfully, uncarpeted, and finally her underwear, on top of shoes.

Turning the shower as hot as it would go, Keyes danced from foot to foot, waiting for it to be nice and steamy, which it was quickly. Jumping in, Keyes set about to scrubbing every inch of her body.

~God, that stuff got everywhere!~ it was true. Every bit of all her clothes had looked slimy, as if they were soaked in it for hours, though she couldn't actually feel them. Still, it looked as if they had let it seep into every stitch and crevasse. She was no better. The stuff coated her like a film. Clinging in her hair and on her skin. She had been scrubbing for a good ten minutes at her forearm and finally growled in anger, no amount of hot water, soap, or pressure with the loofah was doing any good.

She dropped the soapy artifact and rubbed at her arm. she rubbed her hands together again and stared at them. They could feel the pressure of each other but actual contact wasn't taking place! The stuff had entrapped her in it like a air locked container. Clinging all over her body! Bending down to the water, she scooped up a bit in her hands and poured it down her throat, feeling nothing until it just about hit her stomach. Straightening, Keyes looked around desperately. She could breathe and see and smell, but of taste and touch there was nothing. Pulling the plug out, Keyes let the water drain, stepping out to look down at her clothes. They had had no such luck, and the stuff was dripping off them down the drain.

Taking all her clothes and dumping them in the water, Keyes watched the stuff float off of them, sitting in little blobs on the surface of the still steaming water. Keyes held them away from the drain, letting the rest of the water go down and stretched them out as best she could, long ways, one on top of the next and grabbed a towel, which she could not feel, wrapping it around her. Turning towards the door, Keyes caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and stopped, staring. Her skin was green, neon like, catching the light and glaring off her cheek. Still staring, Keyes put a hand up and pressed it against her face, seeing the stuff sink under the pressure of her fingers but not give in the slightest. She shook her head and frowned. This was not right! putting her hand on the door handle, Keyes pulled it open only to meet One, coat, vest and tie all off, the top two buttons of his shirt undone. He looked up at her in shock then grinned, leaning against the door.

She pushed past him, running towards the kitchen, hearing a surprised 'What the-?' coming from behind her. She began pulling open drawers, all of them empty, searching frantically, ignoring One who joined her, staring at the filmy stuff over her, staying a few steps behind her. Slamming the last drawer shut she turned to him, frenzied, one hand holding the towel up, the other one supporting her on the counter top.

"A knife… I need a knife." One looked at her, confused for a second and nodded, walking back into his bedroom, followed closely, but never touched by Keyes who was making scared little sounds in her throat. One stopped at the bed, where he'd tossed his coat, tie and vest. Pulling his razor blade out, he opened it swiftly and handed it to her, handle first, silent, but nerves swiftly growing thin in his mind. He watched Keyes snatch the blade and take off the towel, spreading it on the floor and sitting down. Whether she was unaware or just unconcerned with her own nudity- One couldn't tell.

Keyes looked up at him, fear dancing in her eyes, she set her shoulders and, holding the knife steady, inserted it into her calf. One stepped forward, about to stop her, but stopped and knelt down beside her, watching as she worked the knife in deeper. They could still see the tip, and from the way Keyes moved it, it wasn't even touching her skin. It had gone in about half an inch before Keyes stopped it and removed it a little. Blood welling up under the goo. Frowning again, Keyes pulled the knife up her calf, making a slit in the stuff up to her knee and over. Stopping where her thigh became her hip.

Setting down the knife, Keyes bit her lip and pushed her fingers into the cut, pulling it down, revealing under it, the white skin of her leg. Letting out an audible sigh, Keyes looked up at One who was staring fully and nudged him with her elbow.

"A little help? This stuff is resilient." One jolted and nodded before fully realizing what he'd agreed to, then grimaced slightly, adding his own fingertips to the slit. Then, with Keyes and One pulling in different directions, Keyes freed the leg, ripping the stuff open on the way. She stared at her now feeling foot and at the small cut, already clotting, she'd made a second ago and looked up at One who sat back on his heels, still holding onto the stuff. Sighing, she wiggled her toes, it felt like she'd been coated in hot wax and her leg was cold and sensitive to the very air around it. Picking up the knife, Keyes held it out to One before lying back.

"Just follow the cut upwards. It's pretty thick." One looked from the knife to Keyes, the glance thankfully hidden by his sunglasses. He took the knife and nodded slowly, laying one hand on Keyes' freed thigh and the other sliding under the uncut part, the metal cool against Keyes' hip. She closed her eyes and breathed shallowly, feeling One turn the knife and begin to pull it upwards slowly, twisting it to make the cut wind up the middle of her chest, then her neck, stopping just under her chin.

Setting the knife down, One kneeled back as Keyes opened her eyes and pushed the fingers of both hands into the slit up between her breasts and pulled, grunting softly as the stuff peeled back from her like a pliable carapace. She pulled herself upwards into a sitting position, moving her hands up under the face part and pushing it back, letting the body of the stuff drop beneath her as she pulled free her arms and the final leg. Standing, she stepped back into One, leaning against his shoulder and feeling his arm wrap around her.

She felt the carpet and the breeze through the apartment and every hair on her body. Reaching one hand up to her mouth, Keyes felt at her lips which were still covered and with a soft growl, pried up the ends, pulling the stuff off her teeth and then out of her mouth. What came out was a long green tube of the stuff, which had, until very recently, covered the inside of her throat. Keyes grimaced as she dropped the stuff on top of the body suit and turned her head to rest on his chest, feeling the other arm wrap around her, her own arms wrapping around him, his chin resting on top of her head.

"Good thing I don't have much of a gag reflex." And the tension between them broke as soon as Keyes heard the rumble of laughter deep in One's chest. Though it was heavy, as if everything still wasn't quite right.

TBC

AN; I know that this was really just more plot but there'll be sex! I swear it!