Hex Is Fine

He'd gotten the role. He'd yelled about it and punched the air when he got the email. He had so many things to do, but in with contacting his agent and making an appointment for a haircut, he'd also sent Nyx a message to ask him out. He wasn't sure if he should be casual and suggest coffee or if he wanted to be bold and ask Nyx if he'd like to go to another club...

Got great news r u busy tonight? 2mrw?

He reread if four times before also sending-

This is Hex

Dess had warned him so many times. He knew when the moon would be full. He knew he needed to be inside and secure. He knew it was a risk to take the tube instead of a car home from the gym- but he'd thought it was risky because he was hostile.

He hadn't thought it would be because he'd be stuck on a stopped train underground.

Hex kept checking the time, his heart pounding harder as the minutes ticked by. At 4pm when the train hadn't moved and the tube service agents came to walk the passengers to safety, he knew he'd never make it.

I'm sorry. I'm not going to make it in time

He sent the text to Nyx and prayed there was any signal down here. He could feel the change coming on and there was nothing he could do.

* * *

Hex woke up in a steel room on a cot, naked. There was a blanket, but the wolf had shredded it. There were claw marks and blood on the walls, bits of fur were scattered about. He sat up, starving, cold, and confused.

Dess had warned him so many times.

It was a bad moon. Hex had been on edge, aggressive with everyone. Even Nyx. If he wasn't eating, he was in the gym. If he wasn't in the gym, he was fucking. Or thinking about it. Angry, hungry, horny like no moon prior.

The day before the moon he'd gone out to get breakfast and was eating a sausage roll reading the headlines. Super moon. Closer to the planet than usual. Fucking brilliant. At least there was a reason the wolf was unreasonable.

When the change happened, he was safely in Nyx's bed, a dirty shirt along with the nymph's pillow for him inside the enchanted cage. Other month's he'd laid down, content to sleep through the event. Tonight, though, he paced and whimpered. He lunged at the bars to get out with all his might. When he couldn't get out, the wolf thrashed around, tearing apart Hex's own pillow, then taking up Nyx's shirt in it's jaws to thrash back an forth in frustration.

Nyx had asked him to come, and Hex could tell the nymph wasn't sober at all. He smiled at the thought of Nyx, drunk and revelrous, thinking of him and inviting him. He hopped to it, getting dressed for Rob's club.

It took him a bit to arrive, and when he did it only took a moment of looking, and smelling, to find Nyx and slide in behind him on the dance floor. Familiar hands took Nyx by the waist, only to slide round so Hex could hug him.

Nyx couldn't see, but Robin could, that Hex had brought the wolf mask he'd been wearing at the video shoot the other day.

"Found you," he said near enough to be heard.

Willy had grown a bit concerned over the last show. He'd wondered when it would happen, when Nyx's magnetism would call to some human with no impulse control. Thankfully, nothing bad happened. Willy had hit the man with a simple glamour, one that had rendered him harmless. Helpless.

He couldn't be sure he could always be there, though. He wasn't about to make calls to find some normal, suitable security the label and management would approve of. No, that wasn't the sort of person he needed.

A few days later, Willy walked into the flat with a large, muscular blonde man with blue eyes and a sweet smile. His clothes were all high end, his hair well groomed, his nails manicured even. He slipped off his jacket and Willy set him up with a drink before he left the werewolf in the living area to see if Nyx was in bed still.

Hex wandered, looking at the decor, the awards, the chaotic area where the instruments and papers lay scattered.

"Nyx?" Willy called. "Come meet this guy..."

It was getting warmer as the season on this new world changed. By the time the sun was up and the dawn breeze had settled, it was bright and clear and tempted Hex out of the nest. He rose and stretched and looked around. Few were awake yet.

He wandered away to relieve himself and noticed something glinting in the sun off in the distance. He stared and studied until he was sure of 2 things- the glint had to be metal, and as the sun moved it lost the angle and Hex was left with only an idea of where he'd seen it.

He dashed back tot he nest to rouse Nyx.

"Do you feel like an adventure?" he asked excitedly. "I saw something on the horizon..."

He was practically vibrating with excitement. Exploration had been cautious and slow, survival much more of a priority. But Hex was one of the few here taking this in stride. He did sort of thing for fun.

He kissed Nyx's forehead, wet and smacking.

"Come onnnn..." he pleaded softly.

Bond had quite enjoyed his time on the station. He’d gotten to know the commander. The workings. The rhythm of life. He’d learned the comings and goings. What the protocols for a delegation of hostile ambassadors was versus what actually happened. What he couldn’t witness himself, he’d used his presence in Q branch to gain access to all the systems he could need.

He watched vids on repeat, watching. Waiting.

And in the mean time, he enjoyed Q. He romanced the droid, tested his limits, and enjoyed his body at every possible opportunity. It was a shame, what was to come. Q was doing so well here, and the station was so crowded. So many souls.

A shame, but never once had that stopped the Double-O.

The order came through in the night, waking him from a dreamless sleep. The tone was different from others and triggered something in Bond’s mind, demanding complusion and obedience. He sat up and stretched, then read the message.

Initiate Protocol 9

A simple statement that had Bond rise, dress, and arm himself. He slipped from his quarters and entered a Jeffries tube. The saboteur crawled through the guts of the station, setting charges at critical points. When the station failed, there would be time for evacuation.

By the time the station failed, they would be so deep into the quadrant that rescue could take time. Too much time. By the time the station failed, the only option may be the Omicron system. There may be a planet or moon close enough by then. By the time the station failed, Bond would have secured passage away, with Q, in a well appointed ship.

He wasn’t going down with the station. That wasn’t part of the protocol. He was going down on Q until the moment they needed to run.

* * *
Hex was oblivious when the agent emerged from the tube access near the med bay. People used them for all sorts of things. And since the agent was in a red shirt, Hex took no note. He was much more concerned with getting back to the nest he shared with Nyx. He’d secured a parcel from Risa, delicacies both sweet and tangy. He hoped Nyx was home, though he never really counted on it. The prince moved about as he pleased and Hex was honored every single time he was chosen.

The doors whooshed open and he held the box as he scanned the room for the prince.

“Nyx?” he called int the dim room.

Hex had finished his meal, bid Alcuin a farewell, and had gone to his quarters to clean up. It had been some time since he'd been with anyone intimately. He'd shared his body, but he had terrible luck with lovers unless they were Betazoid, and those were infrequent this far into the quadrant.

He hoped, though, that hearing about Alcuin's people, and his faith, that he might be able to share something of himself. Something deeper.

The chime sounded inside Alcuin's quarters, announcing Hex's arrival.

Hex had set himself up in the galley to peel the potatoes for Hannibal, out of the way. He knew how the cook liked it done and was quick and precise.

He took the last root out of the water to remove the skin when Fenris walked in. Hex flashed him a warm smile.

"The water isn't hot enough for tea," he apologized. "You'll have to put it on."

It was so silly, he knew, but he loved that he could get chicken any time he liked now. He could get chicken for lunch. He could get chicken delivered.

That was the best.

Max had had a thing and Nyx was busy, too. Hex had jumped on the opportunity to get online and play a bit, only pausing when the door alert went off. He left his headset and answered the door in his shorts, a smile on his face for the driver.

Except the driver wasn't there. Not a trace. Just the food stapled shut in a paper bag.

"That's odd," he said as he gathered it all up to bring it in.