have_no_mercy | Watchtower

Tess also abandons her food and walks to the centre console. With a throwing motion she tosses out a large, 3D scale map of the Earth, which slowly scales over the moon and toward Mars, glowing in the same manner as Earth was. Gradually, the image becomes more and more defined, until it appears as if the planet itself is hanging in the room.

"Green Martians are humanoid. White Martians are a little different. And scarier. We call it the red planet, yes. They don't."

'What do they call it?'

Ohhhh Tess, why didn't you say you had something like this? He would have broken in here months ago to steal it.

'Martians aren't friendly? Except, presumably, your manhunter.'

"Ma'aleca'andra."

That's why. Also, she's so used to it it's not novel for her anymore and she didn't think about it.

"White Martians aren't terribly friendly. They went through something similar to the Holocaust before the species began to die out completely. I can't say if one or the other is worse, because Manhunter and his protege are the only ones left and it would be foolish to base an entire race on one being."

Wait, what?

'Only ones left of the white kind, or only ones left at all?'

"The only ones left at all. He's Green and she's White. We just found her about a year ago."

And it wasn't the easiest of transitions.

'Can they procreate?'

Would anyone want them to? Perhaps they're hideous.

Tess shakes her head.

"I've never asked, but she's little more than twelve years old emotionally. Manhunter is significantly older."

Which means Tess and the other women of the League are a bit protective of the girl.

'Fair enough.'

He fully understands why that would be wrong. Besides, you can't repopulate a planet or species with two people. Not healthily. Someone should really point that out to people who insist on following the Bible to a T. Adam and Eve? Really?

Mind you, it would explain the worldwide bred-in stupidity.

He looks back at Mars. It might be a mess, but he still wants to get his hands on it.

'What happened to the rest of them, then?'

"We don't know and neither do they, though it seems both species are extinct. Or will be at some time in the relatively near future."

Tess can make guesses, but that's all they are.

"They were somewhat engaged in civil war, so it's possible that caused it."

'How can you not know? If they're that close, are you not watching them? Is there no communication?'

Shoddy.

"She was raised on Earth, She knows nothing about Mars. Manhunter, I don't know. He claims not to have any memory of anything happening, just that he found himself on Earth as well."

'They did know humans existed, yes? And you all must have known they did. Was there no conversation with whoever was in charge there?'

Even his backwardass planet can send probes to Mars, for God's sake. It's impossible they can't have known of the existence of a whole two species living up there.

Another shake of her head.

"It seems this all took place before we had any kind of technology. We never knew they existed. It's possible time travel was involved."

She huffs out a short laugh.

"Hell, I didn't even believe in aliens until one walked up and smacked me in the face."

You know, literally.

This sounds interesting. And just like everything else interesting, it's outside of his reach.

He sighs, and goes to find the bow again.

'I don't know why you needed a smack in the face from an alien, but I suppose you must have deserved it for something.'

"It was a misunderstanding."

No, really. But Jim looks so disappointed about, well, everything right now, it almost makes her want to do something to cheer him up. Almost.

"Are you ready to go back?"

'I don't get to fuck you on your desk?'

Eh. Possibly for the best. He wanders to the window and kneels on the ledge to look out, pressing fingertips to the glass.

"You don't really seem to be in the mood."

Not that he seemed it before, but she doesn't pretend to know how his mind works.

'You think that'd stop me?'

He turns his head, and smirks at her.

'As long as I can get you in the mood, you'd enjoy yourself. And you know I can.'

He looks back at the outside, and adds, 'if I was to just walk out of in here, and go play out there, would you have me killed?'

"I'm not disputing that. I merely don't comprehend why you'd want to go through all that if you're not getting anything out of it."

Which is how it seems to her.

"You can't get past the elevator. And even if you could, no. I'd have you returned."

Eh. Boring.

'What makes you think I'm not getting anything out of it?'

He turns, and sits with his back against the glass.

She might no go after him at all. After all, how much can he really do in three days? And what happens when those three days are over?

"You must be, or you wouldn't do it, but I can't think of what it could be. You're... disassociated, somehow."

He's snorts a laugh at that, genuinely amused.

'I'm permanently disassociated, darling. It's apparently a side effect of being, you know-'

Batshit insane. She'll get that from his vague wave of the hand, right?

'What you really mean is that I don't get off. You shouldn't take it personally. I am about ninety per cent queer, after all.'

"You seem more so than usual."

Yes, she gets it.

"I actually didn't mean that at all."

She gets that, too. She's not Sherlock.

"But if not that, what do you get out of it?"

He eyes her with a lazy smile.

'Why would you ask me questions you don't want the answer to?'

Maybe she doesn't know she doesn't want the answer yet.

Maybe she doesn't want the answer. Maybe she can handle the answer. She doesn't put much sentiment in sex, after all.

"What, it's to shut me up? Or am I a passable distraction at times?"

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