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When it turned to 4am, Alec couldn't sleep. Most of the pains in his muscles died down to a dull ache and he felt well.. twitchy. Which was why he slipped out the window of Carter's guest room in his now dry clothes and ran. He ran through the streets as fast as he could, through alleys, over cars and fences committing his path to memory as he went. The world was utterly and completely different from the one he left and it bothered him slightly. Home was intangible here. The people he cared about were too far away. And seeing the newspaper with the date really cemented in the reality of what he was now facing.
When he finally slowed to a stop and scaled the side of the building, his internal clock put him at 5:30 in the morning. Alec didn't feel tired. In fact, he paced the room until he decided he needed to expend the restless energy and started the military exercise routine that Manticore put the transgenics through daily. Just because you were made with all the super genes didn't keep the body maintained. And when the light started to poor through the window and illuminate the room, he just dropped soundlessly to the floor in only his combat pants and started the push-ups.
None of it ever felt like enough. Alec knew Max saw him as lazy, but she didn't do the training at all much less a few times a week like he did. Closing his eyes, he curled a hand to rest at the small of his back while continuing the push ups on one arm. His mind ran through all he saw in the city and in the apartment until he frowned. Nothing like the time device existed here. Not even close.
It meant he should just give it up and accept the fact he could never go home. He stopped, his body held up on the one arm until he felt sweat slip softly down his nose and plop on the floor. Never going home felt worse than running away voluntarily like he so often wanted to do in the past.
Don't think. Switching arms, he started the next set trying to chase away the thoughts with the inane counting in his head.
When he finally slowed to a stop and scaled the side of the building, his internal clock put him at 5:30 in the morning. Alec didn't feel tired. In fact, he paced the room until he decided he needed to expend the restless energy and started the military exercise routine that Manticore put the transgenics through daily. Just because you were made with all the super genes didn't keep the body maintained. And when the light started to poor through the window and illuminate the room, he just dropped soundlessly to the floor in only his combat pants and started the push-ups.
None of it ever felt like enough. Alec knew Max saw him as lazy, but she didn't do the training at all much less a few times a week like he did. Closing his eyes, he curled a hand to rest at the small of his back while continuing the push ups on one arm. His mind ran through all he saw in the city and in the apartment until he frowned. Nothing like the time device existed here. Not even close.
It meant he should just give it up and accept the fact he could never go home. He stopped, his body held up on the one arm until he felt sweat slip softly down his nose and plop on the floor. Never going home felt worse than running away voluntarily like he so often wanted to do in the past.
Don't think. Switching arms, he started the next set trying to chase away the thoughts with the inane counting in his head.