Splitsville (Unedited Draft)

Chapter Ten- Mary and Anne, Matt and Carrie

THE BRUNII BULIDING...

Matt had spent three days going over and over the information from his own notes and Moores\' hard drive to work out when Moores would be able to- quite literally- pull himself together for his next attack. Once he\'d determined that it would be several weeks, Carrie went back to work having had the foresight to put in for a transfer to the local office to keep an eye on Mary-Anne. There wasn\'t anything for her to do until either Matt came up with a strategy for trapping Moores that Carrie could maybe help with or Moores attacked and Carrie could help deal with the repercussions. That\'s not to say she disappeared from campus. Between taking care of Matt- coaxing him up from his office to eat and sleep and snuggle every so often so he didn\'t end up killing himself before Moores could give it a try- between taking care of Matt and wooing the twins in hopes of getting them to do a little unofficial work for the government, Carrie was around a great deal over those weeks.

It was a strangely happy time in her life- Carrie had always felt that there was something important she was supposed to do- somewhere she belonged- somewhere where she\'d be bettering the world. Not that she really attributed much to her old man, but the way he used to talk to her- telling her how women were the root of all evil- Eve, that bitch- she started all the crap not being happy with good enough- the way he used to talk to her made Carrie hot to prove him wrong. She and her fellow women were going to be the ones to fix this world and Carrie was going to be in the vanguard- that would show the stupid dead bastard- okay, Carrie had a few issues with her father. The point is- she knew that there was something she was supposed to do that would change things for the better and what with finding a decent, clever and kinda pretty, in a dweebish way, man in Matt and finding Mary-Anne- her own personal superheroines- Carrie felt she\'d found that place she was meant for.

Carrie was supposed to be the advocate for Mary-Anne- the legitimate and legal support for them because they couldn\'t do what they did- defying the laws of physics to save people in dangerous situations- they couldn\'t do what they did for long without a support staff- someone to find them a Faraday Cage when they needed one. Yes, Matt had done that, but it wasn\'t always going to be a Faraday Cage- it might be access to places or equipment that Carrie could provide that few others could or would. She was going to be part of what Mary-Anne could do. Now, all she had to do was convince them that she was both someone they could trust and someone they needed. So far, Carrie wasn\'t sure she\'d made any headway. In fact, she was almost certain that Mary and Anne were only giving her the time of day anymore because she was involved with Matt and they trusted Matt. Carrie trusted Matt, too. Carrie hoped Matt could be a bridge to the girls for her.

Matt- she had been unbelievably surprise to find that when she had thought that she was soon going to die, having Matt there had been a real comfort. Of course, she\'d wish that he wasn\'t about to die, as well, but that aside, she\'d felt glad that he was there. Then she\'d been fascinated by the story he\'d unwound for her about how Maryanne had changed into Mary-Anne and Moores had become what ever it was that he\'d become. Matt had had a shininess about him as he talked of the science behind it all that she had just wanted to bottle. Then she had wanted to touch it and then taste it and she was smitten from that point on. The fact that he was so enmeshed in the situation that formed Mary-Anne made him that much more attractive to Carrie- he was meant to be at her side in that place she was meant for- he was meant for it, too.

Carrie could see Matt looking scruffy and intent at his desk as she walked down the hall to his office. He didn\'t seem to hear her approach, but once Carrie got close and waved the bag of takeout she had picked up on her way over to waft the aroma in his direction, he spoke without looking up.

\"Hey, copper, what are you doing here so early?\"

\"Early? I\'m late- it\'s nine thirty.\"

\"Oh. Guess I got a little caught up.\"

\"Did you forget to eat lunch again?\" Carrie scolded and started to pull wax paper wrapped burgers out and make a picnic on the desk. It was their desk- where they\'d started, so she got a sentimental little kick out of eating off it. She had got an even bigger kick out of the time they\'d had sex on it. Carrie was hoping to find a way for them to buy it from the university when he got his degree.

\"I just lost track of time because I think I\'ve got a big piece of our problem worked out.\"

\"Matt, really? I knew you could do it. Just tell me what you need and you\'ll have it-\"

\"Wait, wait, Carrie. I\'ve got most of it worked out, but not all of it. I think I can manage to force him back together all the way- not just the near solidity he seems to have achieved before, but fully solid- every particle accounted for- but I still haven\'t figured out how to hold him that way. He\'d still be able to separate himself a millisecond after I had him all gathered up- the same way that Mary and Anne can occupy the same space and then separate at will. And, reintegrating him even for just the smallest portion of a second will take a really large amount of power.\"

\"How much power?\"

\"About three times the output of the nuclear device that was dropped on Nagasaki.\"

\"That\'s an awful lot.\"

\"I might be able to reduce the power needs with a little time, but I have to move on to the containment problem, I think.\"

\"You\'re the scientist, but there\'s no point in having a prison if you can\'t catch the madman.\"

\"Ah, but if you catch the madman it\'s all wasted effort of you don’t have a place ot put him.\"

\"So, what can I do to help?\"

\"Nothing- go ahead and have your nightly recruitment visit with Mary and Anne.\"

\"If you\'re sure?\"

\"Yeah, I\'m gonna be here another few hours before I can sleep. Come back about midnight if you\'re still on campus.\"

\"Sure thing, toots,\" Carrie told him and left for Mary-Anne\'s dormitory.

***

MARYANNE\'S DORMROOM...

At ten pm, with finals coming up in a few weeks, Anne was sitting at the desk studying her hand written notes for physics. The class had been taken over by another professor who had very different expectations, so she was back to sweating every time she thought about the final- there had been no way Drake would have failed her- she\'d saved his life or at least tried to. Mary, on the other hand was lying on the bed, eating corn chips from the vending machine and reading a romance novel. In the last few days, they had discovered that they really didn\'t need the cell phones as much because, while they couldn\'t read each other\'s minds, if one of them learned or decided something new and then concentrated on it really hard- sort of repeated it in her mind like drilling spelling words in grammar school- if one of them concentrated on a new fact, it would pop into the other\'s head. Mary had been utterly delighted with that talent and practiced it whenever she could- most of the time using very dirty facts. Therefore, Anne was having a lot of trouble concentrating because she kept being distracted by Captain Arturo Beckham with his rippling pectorals and glistening, throbbing member.

\"Jeeze, Mary, would you stop that already?\" Anne complained.

\"I would, but it\'s really hard-\"

\"I don\'t want to know any more about the damn penis right now, thank you!\"

\"I meant difficult- hard as in difficult. It\'s difficult to enjoy Ariadne\'s deflowering while you keep memorizing physics jargon. Can\'t you take a break? I\'ll make it worth your while,\" Mary said and fluttered her eyelashes demurely.

\"You want to fail or what?\"

\"I hate when you go all superego on me,\" Mary pouted as someone knocked at the door.

\"Come in, Carrie,\" they chorused. The door opened and Agent Culpepper walked in.

\"You\'re late,\" Mary teased. She offered Carrie a seat on the bed and sat too close to her. Lately, Mary had been trying to see how far she could push Carrie\'s limits- getting in her personal space and flirting with her to see if she\'d spook. Even though she knew Mary wasn\'t serious about it, it irked Anne a little- Mary was hers.

\"Am I so predictable?\" Carrie asked as she opened her chips. Anne could smell Carrie\'s shampoo because Mary was too loudly sniffing her hair and Carrie was pretending to be clueless.

\"It\'s okay, we like predictable. Our unpredictable days are usually doozies, you know,\" Anne answered.

\"Speak for yourself,\" Mary chimed in, \"I\'m all for a little spontaneity. Don\'t you think trying new and unexpected things is worth the effort, Agent Culpepper?\" Mary was doing that I\'m a ditz, watch me twirl my hair thing. Anne hated it- it worked on her every time. She was gonna have to really go a superego on Mary after Carrie left. That or have dirty, dirty girl sex with her- Anne hadn\'t decided.

\"Well, taking on new challenges can make life interesting, especially when those challenges are for the betterment of humanity can be a very fine thing- I find my work extremely satisfying,\" Agent Carrie agreed and Anne was sure that she was flirting back. Oh, that wasn\'t gonna stand.

\"I\'m sorry, Agent Culpepper, I hate to be rude, but Mary and I we have a lot of studying to do, so I\'m gonna have to ask you to let us get back to it,\" Anne stated firmly. Carrie picked up the book Mary had been reading from its spot on the pillow, gave Anne a disbelieving look and got up to leave.

\"Oh, she doesn\'t really have to go, does she Anne?\" Mary asked, reaching out and grasping Carrie\'s hand. \"You don\'t have to leave,\" Mary told Carrie.

\"Yes, she does,\" Anne repeated, getting really peeved, now. \"We\'ll see you tomorrow, Agent Culpepper.\"

\"I really should get back and make Matt sleep- Oh, Matt! Matt thinks he can reassemble Moores given enough energy.\"

\"What? That\'s great! Why didn’t you tell us first thing?\" Mary mock scolded.

\"Well, he still has to design a plan to keep him that way for more than a millisecond.\"

\"Oh.\"

\"It is progress, though.\"

\"Yes.\"

\"Guess I\'ll leave you to your uh- studies. Bye, Anne. Bye, Mary.\"

***

\"And just what do you have to say for yourself, young lady?\" Anne asked Mary, while securing the door behind Agent Culpepper.

\"I don\'t know what you mean. I\'m the perfect picture of propriety,\" Mary demurred. Annie was just the right kind of pissed at her, Mary could tell. Annie was the push Mary down and force her to submit kind of pissed- the must mark Mary as her own kind of pissed- the Mary\'s gonna have a fantastic night and be sore in the, morning kind of pissed. Mary could hardly wait.

\"You were practically suffocating me in Carrie\'s hair. What the hell was that?\" Anne crowded up close to Mary giving her the choice between backing up towards the bed and letting Anne\'s body brush up against hers. Mary being Mary, she opted for both- only stepping back just in time to avoid falling down or having to clutch onto Anne for leverage.

\"I was just wondering what styling products she uses- she needs a makeover. We should do it for her. She\'d be beautiful if she took a little care and didn\'t dress so sternly, don\'t you think?\" Mary posed.

\"Mary- you aren\'t supposed to be noticing of she\'s beautiful or not- you\'re off the market,\" Anne insisted as the backs of Mary\'s legs hit the edge of the bed and Anne came up close once again.

\"Of course, I am. My bad,\" Mary apologized. \"I\'m just a little bit naughty, aren\'t I?\" she taunted, waiting for it.

\"Yes you are- a very bad girl,\" Anne agreed. \"I\'m sending you straight to bed.\" Anne gave Mary a gentle push so she fell backwards onto the bed.

\"But, I\'m not sleepy.\"

\"Don\'t worry, I\'ll wear you out,\" Anne laughed and climbed over Mary, straddling her waist and capturing her wrists to pin them above her head. Mary really liked when Annie took charge- it made her feel so damn wanted. Mary struggled to free her hands, knowing that Anne would have freed her in a second if that was what she had actually wanted. Anne bent forward and found the curve of Mary\'s cleavage with her tongue. It was a gentle tickle contrasted with how tight Anne\'s fingers were wrapped around her wrists. It was a bit strange that this worked for Mary- who arched her back to give Anne more to explore- it was a bit strange that this worked for Mary because ever since she and Professor Drake had been locked in, Mary hadn\'t really liked feeling trapped. It\'s not as if she couldn\'t deal with it- she\'d gone into the Faraday Cage when it was needed, but she hadn\'t enjoyed it. For some reason being pinned and trapped by Anne was completely different. Annie would protect her and that made it not just easier, but kinda hot, too.

Anne transferred one of Mary\'s wrists to her other hand- so they were crossed and held even tighter by Anne\'s strong fingers- Anne transferred one of Mary\'s wrists and ran her newly freed hand down Mary\'s side and back up to cup and gently squeeze one of Mary\'s breasts, then she began unbuttoning, her mouth following the vee where the shirt halves separated and tasting her way down, and scooting her hips down to accommodate her movements. Within a minute, Anne was struggling to reach where she wanted her mouth to go and still keep a good hold on Mary\'s arms. She hesitated a moment and then she loosed Mary\'s arms and tongued her navel.

Mary\'s freed hands found their way to Anne\'s silky hair of their own volition- they were always doing that, the liberated things. Anne started taking Mary\'s pants off and Mary wiggled her hips in a way that was- at first- meant to aid Annie\'s efforts, but accidentally made it harder for her. Then, once she\'d seen the exasperated look that flashed on Anne\'s face, Mary hampered Anne\'s efforts on purpose zigging when Anne really needed her to zag.

\"Hey! Stop it. I\'m trying to do something, here!\" Anne scolded and gave Mary\'s half-exposed butt a little swat. Oh, shit! Mary squealed. She liked that far too much.

\"Do that again,\" Mary demanded greedily, pushed her pants and undies down together, kicked them off and rolled over to offer her ass to Anne. They hadn\'t ever done anything like this before, but Mary didn\'t have to fear that Anne wouldn\'t do it for her- that Anne wouldn\'t like it, too- they were still one person, no matter how different they seemed. Anne kneeled next to Mary\'s naked body and set her hand gently on Mary\'s tush. Mary waited and waited and waited for her to- SLAP! Oh, yes! Mary was a bad, bad girl.

And then, Anne was rolling her over, crushing her back into the mattress and kissing her- deep and needy like they didn\'t need either one of them to do the breathing for them. Mary kinda hoped that they\'d eventually learn to breath through some other body part and she\'d never have to give up Annie\'s mouth and how sweet it was to feel what she felt and feel what Anne felt and, and, and she couldn\'t really think straight anymore, wrapped as she was in and around Anne, humping against Anne\'s still jean clad leg, getting much needed friction against her clit. Finally, they had to cede the victory to biology and stop kissing to breathe.

\"Mary?\" Anne said as she struggled to regain her breath.

\"Yeah, baby?\" Mary panted back, still working that good wrinkle she\'d found in Anne\'s pant leg.

\"If I spank you, is it self-flagellation or just kinky?\"

\"Both. Neither- who the fuck cares?\"

\"Well said,\" Anne complemented and reclaimed Mary\'s dirty mouth.

Mary was getting a lot of mileage out of the leg action so she was sorry when Anne pulled it away- until Anne replaced it with two of her long fingers stroking over the mouth of her cunt and pressing tight little circles over her clit. Oh, that was good- really nice.

\"Hey, Mary?\" Anne asked as she eased the same slick fingers into Mary.

\"Uh, uh, uh-huh,\" Mary grunt-stuttered in haphazard reply.

\"If I write about doing this in my diary, is it auto-erotica?\" Anne queried.

\"Shit!\" Mary moaned and giggled at the same time, which hurt in a stupidly good way. \"Don\'t make me laugh, Annie.\"

\"What if I can predict exactly when you\'ll come- would that be a self-fulfilling prophesy?\"

\"Anne!\" Mary scolded her more because she was neglecting the sex part of the situation in favor of the un-witty witticisms.

\"Sorry,\" Anne said and redoubled her efforts between Mary\'s legs, sliding a third and fourth finger into Mary, making her gasp with each thrust. Mary could feel how Anne was enjoying her, enjoying having Mary at her mercy. It was a rush of power and control. It felt so good to have Anne fingers sliding in and out of her, getting deeper with each push.

\"Oh, Anne- harder, please,\" Mary whispered and Anne worked harder sliding her hand in more. The feeling of stretching was unsatisfyingly itchy- it made her push against Anne\'s hand to get more- deeper- yes- please. Anne leaned over and suckled Mary\'s clit, twisting her hand inside her twin to get her thumb inside, too. It was almost enough. Anne slid her tongue lower and traced the skin that was stretched around her hand. Mary was near tears with how perfect and unresolved it was. She needed- needed Anne to do this- to make Mary hers. And Anne was slowly pushing and pulling in and out of her- so good. And Anne was making a sweet little twist as she got her whole fist so deep deep deep inside- yes, like that. And Anne was speeding up, fucking her so right- really really bad- so naughty. And Mary was coming and Anne was stilled inside her, because Anne was coming, too- resting her cheek on Mary\'s thigh- it was so damn open and naughty and good!

Anne slipped her hand gently out and flopped down to the mattress next to Mary. They were both so dizzy, they couldn\'t do anything but lay there and bask. After a few more shaky breaths, Anne rolled over and into Mary so they could enjoy the shimmery buzz of being joined up on top of the spiraled satisfaction of having just come. A minute after that, they were asleep.

***

THE BRUNII BUILDING...

Matt was having the best time and the worst time of his life. He was spending all his time working on an impossible physics problem and actually getting somewhere on it. Yes, he was standing on Moores\' shoulders, using Moores\' hypotheses and his calculations, but he was working on more than Moores had- he was figuring how this whole splitting people could be managed in the macroscopic world- like Mary and Anne. And he was close to reversing the process- which Moores had counted as impossible. But, Moores had been pretty damn crazy and hadn\'t wanted to see any flaws in his plans. So- that was part of the best.

And so was Carrie, for every time he got so lost in the work that he couldn\'t remember to eat or sleep or even piss, she\'d show up and he\'d turn back into a man for a while- eat, sleep, piss, fuck and talk and think about something other than impossibilities of sub-atomics for a while. He was in love- he knew that. There was no way he\'d ever find another woman so utterly perfect for him. He hoped she saw more than just the means to an end in him. He hoped that she\'d stick around after all this with Moores was dealt with. He\'d see in three more days, he guessed.

Speak of the angel- the familiar click of Carrie\'s footsteps were coming down the corridor to his office right then. She stood in the doorway and waited, watching him- that\'s what she always did that when she got there. He wasn\'t sure why, he just hoped that whatever she was doing included being glad to see him.

\"Tonight it\'s Chinese- hope you like Moo Goo Gai Pan,\" she called from the door. Matt looked up from his work and was struck again at her understated beauty- she was, was-

\"Delicious,\" he commented and she smiled, crossing the room to join him- it took two steps. He stood up and took the bag from her fingers. Then he turned her to him and kissed her hello.

\"So I\'m closing in on things, you know, but there is one thing- some one thing that I\'m missing. I can feel it but I can’t find it. I\'m not making much sense, am I?\" Matt asked, some time later, before shoveling a mouthful of oriental veggies.

\"Well, yes, you aren\'t. But, you also are. I\'ve been on cases where I\'ve been sure of what happened, of who did what, but there\'s just one piece of connecting evidence I haven\'t found yet. It\'s unbelievably frustrating,\" Carrie commiserated and reached over to wipe a smudge of sauce from his cheek and then lick it off her finger. That little thing always got Matt. It had gotten so that sometimes he ate carelessly just to provoke that action from her.

\"I knew you\'d decipher my ramblings,\" Matt said and scooted closer to her on the edge of the desk. He noticed her skirt- a silky thing that was much more colorful than she usually wore. It was clinging to her thighs, outlining the lean muscles of her legs. He reached over to smooth it- okay, it was to feel her flesh under his hand, but that wasn\'t the point- the point was that when he did, he got a little static electric shock. Static electricity. There was something to that- \"Carrie, I got it!\"

\"You got what?\"

\"The thing- that one thing I was missing. Static electricity!\"

\"You\'ve lost me.\"

\"The shock from static electricity is from two objects of opposite charges that want to stick together being pulled apart- some of the electrons jump from one object to the other. We need to create that type of situation to contain Moores- he needs to have one portion of his particles positively charged and the rest negatively charged so they can\'t help but cling to each other. If we do that with a strong enough set of charges and maybe create a continuous situation- keep renewing the charges- his parts will be drawn together and separating them will be too difficult- maybe even painful for him,\" Matt explained.

\"Can you do that? Wouldn’t we need a balloon the size of Nagasaki?\" Carrie asked.

\"No, we can just charge a couple a very large things in the area where we expect that he\'s going to be trying to coalesce and it will happen for itself. The trick will be not hurting Mary and Anne in the process- they\'d be affected by the charging, too.\"

\"Do they even have to be there? Not that I don\'t think they are valuable- they can do some amazing things, but this doesn\'t seem like they\'d be able to do anything more than either of us could,\" Carrie asked as she started gathering up the empty food containers and chucking them in the trash.

\"We can only be sure that Moores will show up where we plan for him if anyone and everyone who he might target in there, as well. They have to be there. I think I can work out a way to insulate them- hell, I can just ground them- have one of them hold onto a long pole sunk into the earth. They\'d be fine.\"

\"You sure?\"

\"Sure I\'m sure. The bigger worry is how to keep Moores under control. He is certifiable and you might be able to apprehend him, but I\'m not the action hero type. I\'d be little help in a normal fight- Mary or Anne either. I wish we had a few more trained bodies to make sure he didn\'t get past you.\"

\"How long until Moores will be able to do anything?\" Carrie Asked.

\"My earliest estimate puts it at noon tomorrow. Why?\"

\"You work out the scientific end of things- I\'ll supply the security,\" she promised. \"I gotta go get on this. I\'ll call you later.\" She gave him a quick goodbye kiss and hurried off down the hall.