All Chapters of FLUX: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

"Hurry! We're going to miss it!" Brooke said over her shoulder as she pulled at Tom's hand."I doubt we're going to miss it. They're going to be here for the next six hours.""But we're going to miss all the best spots."Tom chuckled. "I don't think that matters too much. You'll be able to hear the music from anywhere. I can hear it from here."Brooke puffed out her bottom lip in a pout. "But Oliver," she whined."Okay, anything for my pumpkin."Brooke smiled.Tom picked up the pace and followed after her. They were playing the typical newlyweds role today, but it was really a scouting mission to see if they could find Jack. This was a benefit put on by the Truex campaign, and they were hoping this would be the kind of thing Jack would attend if he wanted to get closer to Henry and Alex. This would be especially good since it was kid friendly so they would potentially have two people they could find."Here, this spot!" Brooke called from ahead of him.Tom walked over to her an

After several months of their new life, Tom was finally settling into a routine. Tom's pod parked in the garage next to Brooke's red and white medical one. He pulled himself up the staircase one step at a time until he finally made it to the top."Welcome home," Brooke said as she set a pork roast on the table. "You're just in time.""Wow, look at this. Wasn't it book club tonight? Usually, you're already in bed."Brooke flashed him a devilish grin. We got done early. Besides-" she walked up to him and gave him a peck on the cheek. "I missed you."Tom got a distinct feeling that she was planning something. He pulled his security jacket off and hung it in the closet by the door along with his gun holster then sat at the table while Brooke served him up. Was her blouse particularly low this evening or was that just him? He tried not to let his eyes linger as she bent close and put roasted potatoes on his plate. Her feminine scent mixed with the smell of roasted meat and confused his

Tom woke on the couch again. It wasn't his favorite place to sleep, but Brooke had been mad about something last night. He thought hard about what triggered this fight. He stretched to get the juices flowing again. After dinner, she tried to sit with him on the couch, but she kept stretching out and he kept giving her space. Apparently, that wasn't the right call. She had stormed off and told him to sleep on the couch.He had come to hate the weekends. At least during the week he was at work most of the time and only had to deal with her at the end of the day a couple nights a week. She usually had book club or a dinner party and would leave a meal for him in the oven. The other nights would all start out nice, but now she was constantly pushing him into situations where he would have to refuse her. She was starting to get frustrated with him. For god sakes, he was getting frustrated with himself.He looked at his cuff. It read "11:00." He sighed. If she wasn't up yet then there was

Alex laid a hand on her belly. A little kick from the baby made her insides flutter and she smiled. In a few months, she would get to meet this little guy. Her heart was bursting with warmth now. She hadn't felt that way in a very long time. It reminded her of Jack and the Link. She shot a smile across the room trying to catch Jack's eye, but he was deep in conversation with another man. From this far away, the way he talked and gestured made her think of Henry. She frowned.Jack looked up and caught her eye. She quickly smiled back and gave him a little wave. She continued perusing the appetizer table, pushing little bits of cheese and dip in her mouth as she went. The blue dress she wore draped nicely on her form but hid her baby belly. It wasn't time to let people know yet. Her blonde locks lay in neat curls around her neck to hide the Vice. Her advisors told her not to change too many things after Henry died, so they recommended she kept her hair the same as it had always been. Sh

Tom's leg bounced up and down as he sat impatiently waiting for the pod to reach the restaurant. His cuff read "18:25". He looked at the simple gold ring on his left hand as he wrung his hands together. A message flashed on his cuff and he turned to read it."Kena: I got a seat. S87."He flicked his fingers above the cuff and the message dutifully spelled out: "Almost there."He sent it off with a curt motion and went back to wringing his hands. He had to get himself together. He ran his fingers through his dyed dark hair to give them something else to do. He pulled on the strands and tried to focus on something other than his nervousness.The pod slowed and opened, revealing a candlelit walkway edged by shrubbery that led to a castle-like structure. He stepped out and tried not to rush to the door, which opened on its own accord.The seating attendant looked up as he entered. "Welcome to Moe's," she said with a small curtsy."Thank you. Seat-" He looked down at his cuff. "S87?"