Luncheon

((Story is currently undergoing a rewrite. This and currently following chapters are getting worked.))

The test sisters were squealing and almost vibrating as they stood in front of the door, dressed in what they thought was their best. A purple strapless dress for Mary, and a blue counter part for Susan. The two were more than ready for the lunch awaiting them. Gil Nextdor, sigh, had invited them over for lunch as a way of repaying them for patching him up the other day from Johnny's antics. Their brother had questioned this, as Gil rarely remembered his sisters names but the two brushed him off. After all, they left their names in the band-aids they put on him, along with faces to go with them. There was no way he wouldn't know who they were after that.

The door creaked open and the tall tan blonde stud walked out and looked the girls up and down. He was shirtless, as he often was, with just shorts, shoes and an apron. The girls almost swooned there. Even going into college, the mere sight of him made the girls feel week in the knees like love stuck teens. Just something about him drove most girls wild.

"Sup brahs. Sorry, didn't want to get my shirt messy with the cooking. Come on in, I'll get you a plate." Gil said as he waved them in, “Hope you weren’t expecting much though, just some simple lunch. Just like ma makes.” He commented, bringing a tear to his eye, "Love my ma..."

The girls quickly rushed over to the table in the dinning room that was already made and sat down, one on either side of the main seat.The twins squee'd once more as they waited for Gil to return, and traded plans on how to whooo him, and small jabs at each other over who would finally win the affections of the hunk. It was something that had both caused them to bond, and consistently fight. Each one jockeying for Gil's attention. There was one question that they could never figure out; what happened if one of them got the blonde?

“We could just share him.” Mary offered as she made sure she was sitting down properly. Showing off enough skin without showing off too much to look like a shank.

“If by share you mean clone, then yes. Otherwise get behind me sister.” Susan countered. Of course they had tried that before, but without the original caring about them, the clone followed the original's lead and rapidly lost interest. Eventually the clone lost cohesion and turned back into it's components but it still wanted to skate board more than spend time getting a cure with the girls. Embarrassing to say the least.

Still for now, the girls could share the attempt in trying to get Gil to focus on them. As soon as he came back from the kitchen.

((In the Kitchen))

"Now, go give them their meal, if you don't mind deary."

"Yes my queen-brah." Gil murmured as the dream boat picked up the prepared plates. Simple soups and crackers, nothing he couldn't handle. The hunk had a sense of balance to him... or obscene luck. One or the other. Maybe the Hive could benefit from that. Something for later, right now the girls were the focus.

"That is... Empress dear." The large black alien told him. Gil just blindly nodded and started to head back to the girls. It was pretty easy to get him to 'help' with this idea.

"Whatever yah say queen-brah." Gil muttered as he went through the door. Dense as a brick through, maybe NOT involve him more. Wouldn't do to **** the drones and warriors. Thus far they had proved their worth to the Empress' ways. Most the time they were just primal hunters or shock troops but with the right orders, they were useful for covert missions.

Last night a group of warriors infiltrated his house and dealt with him and his parents. Not by ****, of course not, the hive didn't want to waste possible Pawns after all. His parents had tried to put up a bit of a fight, but not enough to overcome the command suggestions of the Empress. They weren’t the most…, mentally strong humans. After all, any beings that had a progeny that was like Gil couldn't be to..., sound in the head. Gil himself was surprisingly easy, almost worryingly so. The Empress found his mind like hardened Jelly; still malleable but from the wrong direction, extremely tough. A rather strange case but something that wasn't going to pose too much of a problem. After all, the order of the day was to make him interact with the sisters and there; Gil posed no resistance. In his mind it was like talking to a clothes rack. Poor girls, if only they knew.

Sticky human relations aside, Gil would be the perfect person to make the girls drop their guards. The hive had no experience with cooking but supplying the tainted Hottie Flakes to his mother and a command to cook was all it took to get a meal prepared for the girls. The Empress licked her lips, both of them, and waited for the results. After all, if this worked, the pair would start to not care how Gil saw them.

((In the Dining room))

"Here you gals go, some nice hot soup." Gil stated as he put down the bowls of red liquid before the girls, “Moms been showing me how to make it so if it tastes a little funny…”

"Thanks Gil~" The girls said as they dug in, not letting him finish. They didn't care it was hot soup on a hot day, anything made by Gil was sure to be tasty. The two dug into it, along with the accompanying crackers. And just as they thought, it was tasty..., though a little bit salty. Gil had said he was learning. The salt tasted just a little to potent though, overpowering the tomatoes of the dish. Mary started to theorizes it could be sea salt and Susan agreed but said it tasted a little familiar. Still it was pretty tasty, and filled their bodies with an oh so delectable warmth. Like a fuzzy blanket on a chilled day.

“It’s perfect Gil~” the girls said with a sigh.

“Thanks brahs. I wasn’t sure if I got it right. Folks said I hadn’t gotten it just right, little off.” The Blonde heartthrob explained

“No no it’s perfect Gil, I wouldn’t change a thing.” Susan coo’d as she scooted her seat closer to Gil.

“Though maybe just a bit too much sodium.” Mary offered as she too moved a little closer. Her twin shot her a glare but said nothing. Fair was fair after all.

“Oh sorry about that. It’s my gram grams spice mixture so I probably got the mix wrong . Wanna keep trying for her though.” Gil Closed his eyes with a sniff and clenched his hand, “For you gram gram.”

Mary let out an eep as she got a light kick from her sister. She shot Susan a look of ‘how was I supposed to know that?’ which was true. Their Gil folder mainly dealt with the blonde himself, not his extended family. Susan just made a ‘Well? Go on” motion at her twin. Mary rolled her eyes and went with it. In an attempt to try and smooth things over with Gil.

“Well you know, if you want you can keep testing the mix and we’ll be more than willing to help.” Mary said, her dreamy way of speaking coming back into her voice. The girls weren't..., excellent cooks(Johnny could tell you that) but it was just chemical mixing and proper heating right? They made rockets and twisted genetics; it can't be THAT hard.

“We know all about science so maybe we could take a look at the recipe…,” Susan started to offer, only for Gil to leave his seat and move towards Mary, grabbing her hand and shaking it up and down in thanks.

“Wow really you’d do that? Thanks brahette that’s be a big help! I’ll send for for you when I’m ready to get again Sari!” Gil said with a smile on his face that just could melt the heart of anyone around. Mary fought to make sure she didn't swoon..., if only because of something he had said.

“Awwww thanks Gil~ it’s going to be our pleasure!” Mary sighed, before adding, “Oh and it’s Mary Test.”

Susan shot daggers at her twin the rest of the meal, while Mary and Gil kept trading bits of info. His grandmother for one was very secretive about her seasoning mix. To the point Gil flat out refused sharing it with the girls outside of meals. But he’d be willing to cook a number of meals to keep testing; from breakfast to dinner, anything was on the table. His folks wanted to make sure he could cook for himself before he headed out into the world, at least ONE skill he could do. Which meant a lot of catch up practicing, which meant several different meals to be made, all using his granny's seasonings.

This sounded pleasant enough to the girls and they couldn’t stay frustrated at Gil, sigh, for long. So they agreed to the arrangement, so long as it didn’t interrupt their studies or make them sick. They’d be happy to provide him a menu if he wished, to which Gil accepted. So glad for the help and words of encouragement, he gave both a rather grateful hug at the door when they went to leave. Both could have melted right then and there. Instead they merely shuddered and sighed as the door closed.

“So, he only got one of our names.” Mary commented as the two walked away from the house. The day wasn't a total loss, in fact it was surprisingly productive. Shame Gil still couldn't process their names.

“And still got it wrong. But it was closer than he’s got in months. Remember when he called you Jennifer?” Susan said as she followed her twin down the walkway. She still couldn't figure out how Gil got Jennifer out of that. Dumb as a bag of bricks but... Oh so desirable in other ways. Besides all he had to do was look pretty, the girls could make sure any child that came from ANY union would come out as super genius.

“I recall. But hey we have more time to get him to remember us. And free food. We can put the savings into a few lab upgrades.” Mary offered as she caught up. Most their funds went back into the lab, or into the 'test insurance' fund. That is a way of paying back for anything their experiments damaged, or Johnny had a hand in breaking. Their parents were understanding about not moving the lab but they still had the girls do their own payments for food and utilities.

“Well not a total loss then. In fact I’d say we came out ahead as we get more chances to woo Gil~ mmmm!” Susan pined about the young man as her sister did at the same time, “Still might need to make some adjustments to our own diets if we’re going to be eating more seasoned food.”

“Good idea, hate to drop from heart problems.” Mary added, as the two stated to spit ball ideas on the way home. Mary had to fix the hem of her dress s few times though. She hadn’t noticed in the rush to get ready but had she gained a few pounds?

((Back inside Gil's house))

“Hey Queen brah, why did t you just do to the girls what yah did to me and my folks?” Gil had asked after coming down stairs to the basement where the Empress had made a temporary lair. Gil being aware enough to ask such a question had to be due to his odd mind's state. Whatever it shouldn't pose a problem, the leash was still there.

“Because” the worlds started as the Empress mentally told him, “I honestly don’t care about your folks that much, save for what I can use them for. And the Test Girls are far more valuable to me with in tact minds where as your mother…,” a pained but pleased moan came from the dark corner of the basement, “Well she has more base uses. Forcing the girls to bow would leave me with shattered minds or broken husks; neither are what I require right now."

“Besides if they suddenly turned or went missing, I’m sure her brother would do something. No the goal is to effect them with a slow change to the point that by the time they realize, they can’t bother to stop themselves from worshiping the hive. And for that, I need a slow burn…”

The Queen entered Gil’s vision from the dark basement, carrying something about the side of a football, two of them.

“And something a bit… familiar and different.” The Queen explained, the human’s mother moaning behind in the dark.