Rogue: The Uprising


DAISY

Pulling up the sheet, Daisy bit her cheek to keep the emotions swelling in her chest from spilling over. The third one that morning, and there didn't seem to be an end in sight. They were all falling, faster and faster, and it seemed no matter how hard she and Thaddeus worked their efforts came short. Her gaze shifted around the room, to the other beds… so many. Her friends. Her family… Danica had fallen into a coma just an hour prior, and two of the three guards who had escorted Vance into quarantine were dead… Francis, Lucas… Nick… And poor, sweet Rose, who had just wanted to help…

She knew they were working hard on finding a way out, some sort of cure, but it looked so grim… so very grim and in her mind she could only envision the eyes, cold and empty, staring up into the ceiling.

She jumped, as a hand rested on her shoulder and turned, caught the look in Thaddeus's tired, ringed gaze, "...Take a break, Daisy."

"I'm fine." She breathed, fighting the crackle in her voice as she stared at the form beneath the sheet, eyes burning.

"Daisy. Go." His fingers dug with a reassuring squeeze, before he gave her a nudge towards the door. She walked out of the infirmary in a daze, and in the hallway, leaning against the wall with a deep breath. Two dead... It was agonizing… and it wasn't fair. RIEF knew where to hit. They always knew where to hit. And this was her family… her friends. The people that she loved most in the world, dropping like flies to a disease they couldn't begin to understand.

Her breath caught on a hollow sob and fingers curling tightly around the wooden flower she wore around her neck, her her knees buckled as she dropped her head into her free hand. The tears came unwittingly, but were brief, and sucking in a sharp inhalation, she leaned back and pushed herself to her feet.

Tack

The sound, small… barely resonant… repeated twice more, before she looked down to see the droplets of red on the white tile. Her heart synched in her chest, and reaching up, she brushed her fingers beneath her nose, bringing away a streak of dark crimson.

"Oh God…"

"Daisy!! She's crashing again!" The cry echoed from the infirmary, and wiping the blood from her upper lip, Daisy breathed in sharply, rushing back inside.

LOGAN

He was losing her again. All the years he thought she was gone, and he had her back… by some miracle of nature or God or whatever, he had her back. And he was going to lose her, again. The meeting had not gone the way that Logan expected. Yul's temperament was not unpredictable, but the idea that he was willing to let people die… let Francis die, was unacceptable.

It was unacceptable, and Logan wasn't going to let it happen.

It wasn't easy, slipping out of the base - the guards were on high alert, and Yul had promised a night in the brig to anyone who went near the exits, but with his abilities on hand, he could facilitate an out without detection…

It was just a matter of timing… and saying goodbye.

In the infirmary, he paused by her bedside, his breath catching at the sight of her, pale and fragile… a way he'd never seen her, a way he'd never imagined he could see her. Tears stung his eyes, and shaking his head, he reached out to take her hand, giving it a squeeze… "I'm sorry, Fran. I'm so sorry. I can't lose you… I won't." Bending down, he rested his forehead to her knuckled, before he kissed the back of them and releasing them, turned away, leaving the room.

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Reality Seeps In

Josie's mind raced and with every minute that passed during Yul's debriefing, she knew she had to be out there, finding a cure and the antibiotic. She couldn't sit still. Her heart ached for her friends and Rose. Damn it. She ran her hand over her face, nerves bunching up. Research material. Her notes. Those fucking bastards. Josie took a deep breath and for a moment, she was relieved. The person Yul suspected… Alys? She raised a brow. Josie had only heard of Alys in name. Nadia never said anything about her being a suspect.

The meeting escalated and for a time, Josie wished she was briefed separate from everyone else. Devon threw a temper tantrum and Deck was pressing her panic button. He sounded desperate to go after Alys and Penny was interested in going after her too. What did they know about her? Why were they so determined to leave the base to find a woman when they had no clue where she'd gone? It hit her afterwards when Yul mentioned Deck being married to Alys for years and Josie gave everything to not snap.

This wasn't the time for arguments. This wasn't the time to speak her mind. It was, however, time to review the list Yul provided her and hop on it. The moment Yul dismissed everyone, Josie immediately headed back to her room where she held her newly formulated notes. It'd only been two weeks and long hours were still not enough for her. She needed a breather, just for a few minutes, before she headed to the lab with a clear mind. There was no way in hell she was letting her friends die first.
 
Shiloh Donovan

Her nerves refused to connect the information together. Each neuron, each individual cell refused to cooperate with what was being told. Her body did not stiffen, nor did her eyes widen with the surprise that should have unfolded. There was a possibility that young people, innocent men and women with lives ahead of them could die by the hands of a genetically engineered virus. A human virus made to kill other humans. Shiloh did not know a lot about science, or, rather, did not know the extent that a proper education would have given her. Cod had been brief when it came to the purpose of books and absorbing new information. A useless time waster that only desperate fools would use to feel better about the life set before them. But, what she did learn, what she did absorb freely into her system, was that creatures main goal in life was to survive. To preserve their species. Reproducing. Joining packs. Working as a unit. Why destroy a part of your own species?

Because they were different and scary? What part of new and different wasn't scary? How could an entire community of men women and children be seen as vile, all because of a single genetic marker?

Shiloh didn't know much about science. But she knew the sorrow and anger that began to build at her trembling chest. Gaia had sensed the emotion, its small hand fitting in perfectly against Shiloh's palm. It hummed softly, the air entering through it's mouth slit bouncing along in its hollow stomach. Despite herself, Shiloh began to trace patterns in the mud, her overwhelming emotions settled.

Her eyes flickered to the door, and she realized she needed to make sure Drew stayed in his room. The young were likely to be harmed. She knew that there was no way in hell she was going to allow for such a thing. She couldn't.

Getting to her feet, her eyes flickered past the remaining people in the room. Her eyes caught one in particular, the blonde man she had spotted earlier that week asking her for illegal art supplies. His eyes remained glued to the wall beyond Yul, the glaze clouding over his sight the shroud of a dead man. His fingers absentmindedly clasped the handle of his knife as he scrapped way wood from a carving of what Shiloh could only presume to be a lioness. Any care of being caught doing such a thing seemed to be obsolete. His motions, robotic, were simply scrapping the tip of the knife against the wood. Carefully yet mindlessly all at once.

"Oi! Listen, I know this is sort of awkward, but I know your forbidden pass time." The voice that greeted Shiloh was excitable, to say the least, surprising her as she threatened to close the door behind her. How in hell did this Miami dweeb catch up behind her so quickly? Swiveling her head, she noted the man was carrying her golem Demeter, who's featureless smile had managed to turn upside down into a full grin. Demeter was lightly splattered in yellow paint, a tube clutched tightly in its stubby fingers.

"The hell?" Shiloh questioned, suddenly panicked. Thoughts crossed her mind of why this man would call her out on it, unless he happened to be one of those kiss up brats that needed to gain approval by turning in their fellow man. That didn't seem to be the case, however, and the man blushed brightly.

"Look, I am not here to blackmail. I found this cutie wandering the hallways and realized that it was stumbling back here. I saw it had paint and uh...Fair stranger I have an odd request. And I am sort of desperate." The man scratched his scruff as he nestled his head into Demeter's crown shaped skull, the golem suddenly squeezing the tube. The man's eyes widened in primal, raw horror, only to realize the tube was empty. A sigh escaped his lips. "Heh. Was this close to being obliterated in yellow. So...um...do you have any more paint on you? I promise I won't tell anyone, cause I see that the management around here clearly has a stick up their ass when it comes to recreation. Honestly, I don't know how he gets anyone to..." Glancing up at Shiloh, the man paused and seemed to change his mind at the last minute. Whether or not this was directed by Shiloh's molten lava glare would remain unanswered. "Point is, I need a little white and yellow paint. I made a promise and I gotta use something. I can't find art supplies anywhere here..." The man's brow furrowed, taken aback by Shiloh's slackened jaw and opened mouth.

"What are you making, then?"

"Uh..." The man paused, scratching the back of his head as one arm carefully secured the golem to his chest. His head tilted. "A flower. Long story. Look. I won't tell anyone I just..."

"Give me a minute." Shiloh shifted upon her heel, turning from the man and disappearing deeper into her room. She had stashed the art supplies and craft underneath her bed for a rainy day, particularly if Drew was getting antsy. She enjoyed coloring in the occasional picture, too, but she refused to admit it. She had to admit, she wasn't sure why she was agreeing to this so readily, but she had to admit she felt sympathy for the man at the door. He could have just been a newcomer who missed the feeling of paint between his fingers. Shiloh could understand. Besides, he seemed harmless. If he turned her in for art supplies(of all things), she could easily exact revenge.

A blood curdling scream stopped her in her tracks, the white and yellow tube of paint firmly grasped in each hand. Freezing, she could finally here. "Oi! Get off! What do you..."

Turning her head and propping herself back to her feet, Shiloh was greeted with a hideous sight. Demeter had hopped down from the man's arms, while Geb, Dill and Terra had hopped onto his torso and held on strongly to his flannel shirt. Demeter was busy attempting to pluck the man's boot from his foot. In the midst of their struggle, Shiloh tapped her foot, silencing the endeavor. All five souls glancing up to her with innocent eyes.

"Hey there..." The man grinned sheepishly. "Nice family you've got going on."

Shiloh escaped the memory far too late, her eyes catching with the man she later learned was named Levi. He almost didn't seem to notice her, the lost gaze remaining. Slowly, he removed himself from the meeting room, continuing to scrape at the same spot from before. Shiloh didn't watch for long, Gaia pulling at her skirt hem.

"Right. Let's...let's head back." Shiloh mumbled, exasperated. She owed her Batman some time. She knew she did.
 
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Collab Post: An Angelic Poodle's Lullaby | Interactions: Ozno & Adelaide @Elle Joyner | Location: Orlando HQ


Why was that desk there? No, wait. It was okay. It was supposed to be there--but not like that. Never like that. It was off by six degrees to the left. It wasn't exactly one hundred and eighty against the wall.

Jittery, Ozno pushed against the piece of furniture until it was aligned properly. Stood back, examined it. Tilted his hea--nope. No. Still not right. He swung around to the other side of it. Studied. Scrutinized until his temples pounded with how hard he squinted. There. There it was. He adjusted the desk again. Cool. Perfect.

There were seventeen horizontal lines on the tiled floor and eighteen vertical ones. Then he turned to the right ninety degrees and it switched. Eighteen horizontal, seventeen verrrrticaaalllll…

His head knocked back, the start of a snore escaping him as he nearly toppled over--nope, nope. He was up. He was awake. Dang, he wanted to sleep so bad. Super bad. How long had it been since his last nap? He forgot. He lost count about thirty six hours and fifteen minutes and forty nine seconds ago, and counting. No, wait. He remembered now. It'd been thirty six hours and fifteen minutes and fifty six--

Oh. He never lost count to being with. Okay.

He needed his medication. Yul always had it, always had it stocked up for Ozno to keep himself cool. And sleepy. And hungry. He should eat. Couldn't eat. Should though. He was gonna do it. Yeah. Right now. Yis. Just gotta step out the room…

Ozno stared at the dial pad, eyes glazed over as he counted the numbers one through nine with every single combination of trio codes his brain could muster. He forgot to eat again.

Knock… Knock… Knock

Three taps. It was theirs. It would always be there, as long as Ade had Oz… and as far as she was concerned, she was never going to let him go, because he was just about the most special thing she'd ever been granted. Standing outside his door, she waited, patiently… Or as patiently as she could, because with everything happening, she just needed her Oz time.

Ozno snapped back to reality. Three taps. Ade for sure. His body relaxed for the first time in hours...then tensed right back up, wanting to stare at the dial pad again. Nope. No. Not cool. He wanted Ade, dang. Like, yesterday. Shaking his head like a dog and slapping his cheeks with both hands, he blinked a few times to get himself, like...kinda normal cool again, and opened the door.

He held up two fingers. Three. Two. Four...two. "Hi."

Stepping back a little when the door opened, and at his greeting, a soft, uneasy frown caught her lips as she studied him. It had been a little while since she had been able to get away to see him - and it didn't take long to realize that something… something was not quite right.

"...You cool, Ozzy?" she asked, with a small smile.

Ozno didn't reply at first. He got lost in her curls. Dang. They were so pretty. And curly. And like… many. But not like, tiny. They were, like, soft and pretty. He already said pretty. Didn't pretty have six letters and two syllables? Plus sixteen letters for "letters" and "syllables", and five syllables for "letters" and "syllables"? So that was a total of twenty nine. Odd number. Dang. He kinda wanted it to turn out ev--

"...Huh?" he asked, exhausted eyes unfocused.

"Oh… oh, no." Blinking up at him, her eyes wide and a little concerned, she frowned, "Oz… You… you are not sick, are you?? Oh, please tell me you are not…"

Uh oh. Ade was bummed. Like, worried bummed. And it was because of him and counting the one hundred and thirty nine flecks in her eyes and dang he was tired. Sleepily, he groaned and shook his head. "Naw...I'm cool," he muttered, a bit of a slur to his voice.

Breathing out, Adelaide allowed a moment of relief, before she reached out for his hand, "...You are not sick… But you are not… you. What is wrong?"

Ozno squeezed her hand out of instinct, definitely welcoming the touch. Familiar. Grounding, even if just a little. It was enough to make the room stop spinning with so many shiz to count. Without a word, he gently guided her inside, the door closing the behind them and he reluctantly let her hand go to stop.

Stare at the wall.

Silence.

Slowly crumbled face first to the floor. "Can't. Sleep," he said, voice muffled.

She could see him starting to collapse, and without really considering how absolutely ridiculous it was, she moved to catch him with a small, nervous squeak. He slid and then she was sliding, because Oz was… considerably bigger than she was, and certainly heavier, and somehow, in the mess, she ended up on her backside, legs out in front of her, and Oz laying on her lap.

"...Oh, Ozzy…" She murmured softly, not much caring that somehow she'd wound up half smushed under him, "...I'm so sorry I did not come earlier. W...what is wrong? Why can you not sleep?"

"Sorrrrrryyyy…" Ozno drawled, pure apology coloring his tone as he turned around, facing up to lock eyes miserably with Ade. He felt bad for squishing her. Didn't mean for it to happen but he, like, didn't wanna stand up anymore. Thinking and standing at the same time sucked. And it was hard. Too much thinking to worry about balancing on two feet with teen toes and two sides to each toe for a total of twenty sides plus ten more toenails so--

He slapped a hand over his eyes. "No medicine for sleep," he muttered. "Yul...ran out. Not cool."

Breathing out, Adelaide shook her head, and reaching out, her fingers gingerly brushed the hair from his forehead, smoothing it back, then repeating the process, again and again, "How long has it been?"

If Ozno was a chocolate butterfly, he'd melt. The hand felt awesome on his forehead and hair, and super dang relaxing. Just right. Nothing could feel more right than this; he double triple dog dared anyone to try and top it, because they would just fail and bow to the amazingness that was Ade.

Slowly, he dropped his hand, let it drum against his chest. "Thirty six hours and twenty three minutes and sixteen seconds," he rushed out, eyes on the brink of growing unfocused again.

With a sharp breath, her fingers paused, just slightly, her heart giving a painful throb at those words. She knew enough to know that was too long for anyone to go without sleep, let alone someone who suffered the way Ozno did…

As her fingers resumed their gentle ministrations, she frowned, "...You stay right where you are, my wonderful Alien. You just… stay right there." Her other hand brushed along his arm, gently, softly, and she bit the edge of her lip in thought, "...Is there anything I can do?"

"Hmm?" Ozno hummed, vision fogging around the edges as Ade tended to him. Man, his soul buddy was the best. He was super lucky to have his poodle in his life. Before she came in, he couldn't even stop thinking long enough to leave the room but now he felt all, like...floaty. Kinda like the medicine feeling. But better.

However, the question did click after a few seconds. He caught the hand skimming his arm, fingers playing with hers lazily as he looked up at her. "...Sing? Please?" he asked. Megan usually just made him walk around the house a lot and do a bunch of chores and art and other shiz until he blacked out from being so dang tired, but other times he begged her to sing him to sleep. The special song. The chocolate butterflies song. But Ade could sing anything--he bet she had the pipes of a freaking angel.

"O...oh." Blinking at the request, Adelaide considered for a moment if it was even something she could do. There weren't many songs she knew… and those she did, she could scarcely remember the words to. No one sang in prison… no one needed to…

But then she recalled it… vivid as anything in her life she'd experienced, and a small smile formed as her fingers wove through ginger, gentle and soft, and in tandem, her voice echoed softly through the quiet of the room, "La mer… Qu'on voit danser… Le long des golfes clairs… A des reflets d'argent. La mer...Des reflets changeants… Sous la pluie…"

His breathing, slowly but surely, evened out as her voice washed over him like the coolest and warmest security blanket in the universe. There was the first wave of tingles that shot down his spine, eyes glimmering in awe at how freaking bonafide beautiful and pretty Ade's voice was...Awesome. An angelic poodle lullaby. Peace was beginning to ease into his system, starting at pounding in the back of his head, which faded like footprints on the shore.

Eyes hooded, he parted his lips to murmur in sync with Ade, "La...Lamer...Co view dancer...Late long dissed golfer clear…cl-...clear…" His eyelids were getting heavy, fingers still interweaving through her own.

Her lips curved in a gentle smile, as she continued the song and in her mind she made a gentle promise that someday, she was going to teach that beautiful boy French… Good, proper French. But for now… Sleep. He just… needed sleep.

Sweet, blessed rest was finally pulling him asunder, surrounded by Ade's comforting presence. His thoughts silenced. The fluttering and wild images in his head boiled down to her face. And gently, almost too easy to miss, he moved one finger to the back of her hand.

Tap...tap...tap




Sometime… a long while after Ozno had drifted off, and sometime shortly after her legs had well and truly fallen asleep, too, Adelaide, leaning back against the wall, had closed her eyes and sank into the sweet oblivion of rest. It was several hours later that she woke again with a yelp, startled from the warmth and comfort by the recurring memories that haunted her mind, to the painful sting of pins and needles.

It took a moment to collect her thoughts and recognize where exactly she was. It was a glance down at her lap, at the figure still nestled there, that she remembered what had transpired, and clapping a hand over her mouth, as if doing so could retroactively retract the cry that had escaped her, "Don't wake up… don't wake up…" She whispered, all the while grimacing at the discomfort in her half-numbed limbs.

"Hmwhazzit!" With a distorted snore, Ozno jumped and rolled over, hair a wild mess of ginger and eyes bleary as he looked about in pure confusion, the world around him looking like a fuzzy ninth dimension. He flopped back into a sitting position, just staring at the space ahead of him as awareness sorta kinda very dang slowly settled in.

And then, he remembered. Ade. Sleeping. Best poodle angel ever, singing to him. Oh snap. He glanced her way, the lazy smile on his lips fading as he realized it was her scream that woke him. "Poodle? You cool?"

Adelaide nodded, perhaps a little more enthusiastically than was absolutely necessary, and lowering her hand from her mouth, frowned apologetically, "Pardon…. I did not mean to wake you up, Oz."

"S'okay," Ozno mumbled before crawling back to Ade's side. She nodded real dang fast just now. A lot of energy for something, like, small. Yul told him that too much energy for simple stuff wasn't real. Just meant it was secretly not simple. Lips pursed, he tried to push his crazy hair back and pout softly at Ade. "Why you scream though?"

Fidgeting, Adelaide lowered her gaze, rubbing some sort of feeling back into her legs with a frown, "I… I dream sometimes. This is all. Just a dream."

He watched the way he rubbed her legs. What was wrong with 'em? Were her legs cold? Naw, room temperature felt okay...but something was wrong, obviously. Dang. He wanted to know so he could, like, make it better. "Ohhh...bad dream? Need a hug?" he asked, sympathy flooding through him. He knew how much nightmares sucked. They sucked a boatload. "Legs cold?"

Looking up, she smiled a small, weary smile, "They… they are… how do you say it? Um... endormi... eh… the pokes and pins? And yes…" The smile faded a little, as she blinked away dampness in her eyes, "...A hug would be nice."

Ah dang, the freaking pokes and pins. He knew how much those sucked…

Then he blinked, the wheels in his head turning.

Wait...that was because of him and his heavy butt. Crud. His poodle was way smaller than him, he should've known not to fall asleep on her legs like that. Shoot. Frick. Feeling immensely guilty, he gently guided Ade to sit sideways in his lap, one arm supporting her torso while his free hand came to rest on her calf, prodding carefully. His cheek fell to the top of her head as he muttered, "Sorry about the pokes and pins…Slept too long." Another pause. "Don't feel bummed, please?"

Shifting, she lay her head comfortably on his shoulder, and the soft smile returned as she wiggled her toes, shaking her head, "...I could never feel 'bummed' when I am with you, Ozzy. I do not think it is possible to. And I am not sorry for the pokes and pins. Not if it helped you to sleep…"

Ozno kinda wanted to count her toes, but it was a lot easier to ignore now that he had more sleep under his belt. The careful prodding had evolved into careful massaging on her calves, the guilt still raging strong. His poodle was super dang nice, but sometimes so nice that she forgot to be nice to herself. Which was okay. Ozno could do it for her ten times over. "Ditto," he said. Hanging out with her always made the ten a gagillion times cooler. "I slept good. Thank you, poodle."

However, if Ade screamed and had a nightmare, that meant she didn't sleep good. And that sucked. How could he get good sleep but she had to get stupid bad dreams? It wasn't fair. He just wished he could make them go away and leave Ade be. "Can I make the dreams, like, better?"

"You already have…" She murmured softly, leaning back so she could meet his eyes, "When… when I first came here, I did not sleep much at all. I could not. I was so afraid, Oz. Of the bad things… of them happening again. And in my dreams, I would see them again, and it felt like… like it was real. But since I have met you, they are less and less… and I dream about.. About good things, instead. Just… not all the time."

"Dang…" Ozno muttered, pure sadness coloring his tone. She used to have trouble sleeping too? He remembered how much fear and sweat and screaming those bad dreams gave him, so he couldn't imagine his poodle suffering the same way. It shouldn't even be a thing. Exist. Fear is a fool's game, that's what Megan always told him, but sometimes Ozno couldn't help but play a few rounds every now and then. He guessed Ade was in the same boat. If they were…

"We'll float, kay? Always," he said, studying her eyes. Committing them to memory. They still had the same number of flecks that he counted earlier. No wait. Another three. "First mates on…" He paused to think. "Lamer."

Chuckling softly, Adelaide gave her head a gentle shake, before pointing to her lips with a finger, "Watch… La… Mer. Is two words."

Ozno squinted, trying to focus on the syllables and sounds before muttering slowly, "Um...la...mare?"

"Hm.. Close." Concentrating, tapped the finger to her upper lip a moment, "At the end, there is less… It is softer. La… Mer."

He paused a while, just letting the sound bounce around in his head on repeat. It sounded super dang pretty coming out of Ade's mouth, but his first try sounded all, like, wrong. He really wanted to get this right and be able to speak Fancy English with his poodle. Studying her lips a moment longer, his eyes then snapped back up to hers before whispering, "La...Mmm...Mer?"

"Ha! Yes! Yes, that's it!" Clapping her hands together, she beamed with pride, "Parfait!"

"Yeah? Cool? Cool!" Her excitement was contagious and Ozno beamed in response, super satisfied with himself. He said Fancy English words! Unable to contain himself, he started repeating the phrase in different tones. Happy. "La mer!" Then sad. "La mer…" Then in a pirate voice. "La mer. Argh, first mate." His teeth sunk into his bottom lip, a goofy smile threatening to take over.

Her laughter bubbled up, and she hugged herself tightly to him, "This is very good, Oz. Very good, indeed." Sinking back again, she looked up at him, "Trés Bon.."

He didn't know what a tree bone was, but assumed it was just the tree trunk and relaxed into the cuddles with a long sigh, back meeting the wall. He seemed to curl around her almost protectively, using his body to shelter her from all the bad shiz in the world. But still open. Always open. Getting caged in sucked too and his poodle's soul was too beautiful to remain all cooped up. "Tree bone, dope," he muttered.

Ozno was wide awake now, but calm. So awesomely calm. He wished it could be like this all the time while off his medication. But, he didn't want to fly backwards too far and cross the line. Wouldn't be cool or smart. Gently, he poked at Ade's calf again. "Pokes and pins still?" he asked.

"Close enough…" She mused, at his attempt, with a soft laugh. He poked her legs and her nose wrinkled, as she shook her head, "Mm...no. I can feel them, again. Although… Now, I think, they are cold."

Cold? Crud, that was no good. He didn't like it when Ade was cold because it reminded him of when she got cold in the rain and he felt so bad for not realizing it sooner. It was a dummy move on his part. Either way, he wasn't gonna let that fly this time around. "I'll fix it," he said.

Shifting, he stood up with the woman in his arms and marched over to the cot. Stopped next to it. Looked at the bed. Back at Ade. Then dropped her down with explosion sound effects that were...not really that good sound effects. Mostly a lazy "kaboom". He then pulled the blanket over her and belly flopped beside her, nuzzling into the mattress.

He grinned. "Fixed."

Blinking, Adelaide looked to Oz with a small, tired smile, "Ah… But not quite." Shifting, curling up under the blanket, she snuggled into his side, and tipping her chin up, she met his eyes with a brighter grin, "Mhm. Now is fixed."

As if acting on pure instinct, Ozno nuzzled into the top of Ade's head and moved further into the cuddles, pure content washing over him. Yep. He definitely needed and wanted this. He looped an arm around her while humming lazily in agreement, "Now fixed."

Her voice softened, as she turned her head, just enough to rest on his other arm, a glimmer of uncertainty in her eyes, "Hey… Oz…?"

"Yis?" he whispered back, playing with a lock of her hair.

"...Can I keep you…?" The words came tentatively. She wasn't even entirely sure if it was something that could be asked. But she figured if it could be of anyone, it was Ozno.

The man didn't stop playing with her hair, but he did purse his lips in thought. He liked to give Ade answers to everything. Sometimes he was wrong. Well, wrong a lot. At least Yul said so. But still, he didn't like leaving peeps hanging, especially not his precious poodle. However, he couldn't help but answer her question with another question. "Can I, like, keep you?"

"Yes…" She murmured quietly again, smile soft and warm, "...Yes, I would like that, please."

"Cool," Ozno giggled, his smile mirroring hers. "You got me, Ade."

Her finger unraveled from under her head and reaching up, she tapped the very tip of his nose, three times, "...Same."



[Translation for French: - The sea
We see dancing
Along the clear gulfs
Has silver highlights
The sea
Changing reflections
Under the rain]


[Very good!]
 
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Standing in the middle of Alys's abandoned room, Penny set her hands on her hips with a heavy sigh. It was a start, but it was a bad one, and she knew it. If the woman hadn't taken everything with her, whatever was left behind wasn't exactly going to give them a clue as to where the woman had gone. Not that it mattered… More than likely, Alys was halfway out of Florida by now. Penny had only really agreed to help because she would've agreed to anything to get out of that damnable meeting.

Yul Huang was a bigger dick than she ever remembered him being before, and she was half inclined to tell Deck to let loose on the idiot, before she did.

A sigh escaped, and looking to Deck, she shrugged, "Guess we just… look around."

Moving to the desk in the corner, she sank into the chair and popped open the drawer with a frown, "How do things keep getting worse like this, Deck. I dunno how much more I can take."

Still fuming from his conversation with Yul, Deckard wasn't exactly careful with what Alys had left behind as he rummaged through it, "My mom used to say trouble comes in threes. If that's the case, this is only number two," he paused and looked over his shoulder to her as she sat at the desk, "I don't count the first time we met as trouble."

A brow lifted, and unable to help herself, a small, sly smile appeared on Penny's lips, "...I got shot, Deck. You forget that part?" Inside the desk, she found a few pieces of paper and pens, a strip of gum, and some receipts. Upon glancing at these, she found no evidence, and with a sigh, tossed them into the wastebin, "I say we count it, cause I'm done. I just… I don't want another hit… I can't."

"Can't count it," He straightened up and crossed the room to her. Placing his hands no her shoulders, he rubbed his thumbs into them gently before bending down and pressing a kiss against the roof of her head, "If you hadn't got shot...I wouldn't have gone with you all, but I couldn't let you just bleed out trying to fetch me," he smirked and chuckled, "you getting shot was the best thing that's happened to me lately."

"...Damn it…" Looking up at him, Penny smiled warmly, "How'd you turn that into some smooth line, like that, Big Guy?" Giving his hand a squeeze, she kissed the edge of it, before playfully swatting him away, "Now… Go check under the bed. Always gave me the creeps…"

"You just want to look at my ass," he told her as he stepped away and moved to the bed. The sheets were made, something Alys had been adamant about when they were married. With a groan, he lowered himself to the floor and looked underneath the bed. There were a few loose items but nothing that really jumped out.

"Yes. Yes, I do…" She said with a smirk, before she moved to push herself up from the chair. Her knee nudged the underside of the desk and something 'thumped' inside the drawer. With a soft frown, Penny sank back down and pulled it open again, "Oh, damn…" Inside, she found a cell phone, and with a small smirk, she held it up, "Maybe she wasn't so thorough, after all. Look…"

Looking up from the floor, Deckard brushed a loose strand of hair that had fallen over his eyes and nodded. Pushing himself to his feet, he slid his hands into his pockets, "Wanna see what numbers are on it?"

Glancing down at the phone, Penny clicked the button to bring the screen to life, swearing softly, "...Locked."

Knitting his brow in thought, he shook his head with a disappointed sigh, "Try 031725."

Looking up from the phone, Penny's brow lifted, before she shook her head, inputting the numbers with the barest nudge of jealous irritation, "Who gets married in March, anyway?" She muttered. A moment later, however, the phone sprang to life and breathing in, she nodded, "Worked. I'll take a look at the backlog…"

"Her idea," he rubbed the back of his neck, "While you do that, I'll keep looking around. Maybe she left something else."

Not a moment after he finished speaking, the phone rang. Swallowing, he looked to it and then looked up at Penny, "That's not a coincidence is it?"

Staring, Penny blinked, before shaking her head, slowly, "I… I don't think so." It couldn't possibly have been a coincidence, however desperately she wanted it to, in that moment. Looking to Deck, Penny pressed the green answer button and held the phone to her ear, "...If you're calling to sell me insurance, I'm not interested..."

It was silent for a moment before a response came, "Not surprised it's you. Thought one of Yul's men would find it first, though," Alys spoke.

"Yul's done with you, and I'm pretty close, myself. What do you want, Alys?" She asked, her eyes still on Deck, wary, but calm.

Deckard straightened and took a step closer to Penny.

"He's there with you isn't he? Let me talk to him," she demanded.

"Hmm..." Penny sank back in the seat, holding up a hand to Deck, "He's a little busy right now. Can I take a message?"

Another pause.

"You think you're funny don't you, Temperance," there was a smile on her voice.

"I'm pretty amusing, anyway. I dunno… I make people laugh sometimes." But the edge of sarcasm left her voice as she continued, "What do you want, Alys? Aside from something you're never gonna get."

"Don't be so confident, Penny. I'll have what I want just as soon as you're out of the picture," Alys returned.

"Yeah?" Penny asked, unable to avoid the smirk that curved at the edge of her mouth. Reaching across the desk, she grabbed a tablet of paper and a pencil and scribbled down the words 'Get Keegan', holding it up so Deck could read it, "And how you gonna figure that one out?"

With a nod, Deckard started out the door and headed for Keegan.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Alys replied, "and spoil all the fun?" She paused a moment, "Won't you meet me somewhere, Penny? Somewhere just the two of us could….chat? Maybe we could work out our issues and become girlfriends."

"I'm thinking I'd rather have my fingernails ripped out with rusty pliers. Don't you get it Alys? You lost… you're done. You got nothin' for me… and I'm gonna hang up and hand this phone over to data… to backtrace this call, so… better start running your feet, instead of your mouth."

An audible pout sounded over the line and then Alys sighed, "Then I guess it'll just be a party for two. Nathan will just have to keep me company in your absence. You know Nathan, Penny, don't you? He seems to know you," she stopped a giggled, "Oh, silly me, Nathan Turner, just in case you knew more than one."

Penny's stomach plummeted, as she straightened, her feet hitting the floor. Already in her mind she was trying to think where Alys could possibly have overheard that name… where she could've gotten that information…

"You having tea parties with ghosts now, Al?" She asked, her voice even as possible, "Don't wanna be the bearer of bad news, but Nathan Turner is dead."

"Mmmm," there was joy in her voice, "Not yet, he isn't, are you, Nathan?"

A scream sounded over the line and then a pause.

"See?" she asked.

Heart hammering, Penny rose to her feet, gripping the phone as tightly as possible to keep it from falling, "How do I know it's him…" She hissed, coolly, "You got a name and some poor sucker tied up… could be anyone."

"I knew you'd ask," she paused, "Oh, Mr. Turner," she sung, "Do be a darling and let Temperance know it's you."

There was silence followed by heavy breathing. Alys spoke, but her voice sounded distant, "Tell her it's you," silence...followed a scream through the line before more silence, "P…" he got out through the pain, "Don't…"

"Proof enough?" Alys taunted.

Her stomach turned, amd breathing in, Penny clutched the edge of the desk. It wasn't possible… couldn't be possible… and yet…

"Where…?" She asked, not trusting herself to say more.

"Oh, goodie!" Alys replied, "I'll text you the address on this phone. Come alone, Temperance, and don't take too long. Who knows what I'll do with Nathan when I grow bored. Toodles!" she finished before hanging up the phone.

The line went dead. Hands shaking, Penny stared at the screen, waiting for the address, waiting, with every sense alert, aware. When the text showed with the address, she scribbled it onto a piece of paper. It was a trap. Every fiber of her being could identify as much, but there was also no way to deny the voice she'd heard… Those five letters had been enough. Somehow, someway… it was him.

Her eyes flickered to the phone on the desk, before she made her way back out through the door. A few minutes later, she arrived in the garage, and snagging a pair of keys from the pegboard, she approached the guards standing by at the exit, "Josie needs some supplies for the lab. Yul gave me the go ahead to run out and grab what I can."

"We… we were told no one was to leave the base."

"...Hey. I'm more than comfy waiting here if you wanna call him down and explain why I'm being detained. Last I heard he was on his way to the families of those guards that died… but I'm sure if you caught him before he--"

"Just a supply run?" The guard interrupted, cheeks red.

"Yup. Won't take half an hour…"

"Fine. Just… hurry it up."

Swinging the keyring around her finger, she gave a wave, before slipping through the door. A minute later, behind the wheel of a jeep, Penny breathed in, slow and deep, jamming down her emotions as far as she dared, and pressing a foot to the gas pedal, she floored it out of the garage.

TAGS || Collab with @DarinValore
 
Abandoned Office Building - Downtown Orlando
Penny, Alys, and NT
Collab with @Elle Joyner


Alys sat in a metal chair, and across from her hung Nathan by his hands bound with a metal chain extended to the ceiling. His toes barely touched the floor, and though there were no visible injuries his posture and the sweat that soaked his body revealed that he'd been through quite a bit.

Letting out an annoyed sigh, Alys checked her phone for the time and then stood to her feet. She took slow deliberate steps that were witness to her boredom, "P must not be too concerned for you, Nathan. I told her to hurry so that I would not grow bored," her fingers danced along the top of her chair, "Maybe we should give her a call and remind her with a scream? What do you think?"

Alys slowly stepped toward Nathan. She could see him watching her with fear in his eyes. It sent shivers of pleasure up her spine that culminated in a smirk that teased up the corner of her lip, "Just one touch," she looked up at him as he hung. Her fingers pointed toward different parts of his body, "Eeny meeny miny moe," she smiled as she started reached out for his arm.

As the jeep pulled up to the curb, Penny jumped out. Her first instinct was to rush in… but even knowingly walking head first into a trap, she had enough sense not to look before she leaped. Taking a deep, steadying breath, she started for the door. During the drive, she'd done all she could not to overthink. She'd left the phone, but she's also left Deck, and it occurred to her in her panic she'd done exactly what Alys hoped…

But losing Deck was not an option. Losing Deck was never gonna be an option. And if that meant putting herself at risk, so be it.

Stepping into the building, she followed the sound of muffled voices, down a long hall and into an open space. She'd hoped to sneak up on Alys, but the area hardly allowed for it. So instead, leaving space between her and nutcase, she paused, "Alright Psycho Sally. I'm here. Now what?"

"Ah," Alys spoke to Nathan, "Just in time," she smiled and turned to face her guest, "Won't you have a seat?" she gestured to the seat she'd been sitting in while lingering closely to Nathan, "I thought we might have a little girl talk."

Her eyes trained to the figure, chained beside Alys, and Penny could barely breathe, eyes burning as she took in the sight of her own personal ghost, in the flesh, "Let him go, first."

With tight lips, Alys shook her head, "Penny, you're hardly in any position to make demands. I hold all the cards. I have Nathan, and, with your help, that little seed of doubt that's been planted in Deckard's heart," Alys looked to Nathan and hid her mouth as she whispered loudly, "Deckard's my husband and Penny's been sleeping with him. We'll get to that in a minute," she turned back to Penny and shrugged, "It's my guess you've never really told Deck about Nathan. I wonder what he'll think when he hears you left him without a word to rescue another man who obviously means a lot to you."

"Wow…" with a laugh, Penny took a step closer, "I'm sorry. Was… was that your whole game plan? Try to make Deck feel inadequate, so he comes running? Oh, honey. You… you seriously overestimated your leverage. Did… did you think we were lovers? Nate and me?"

Shaking her head, Alys replied, "It doesn't matter what your relationship is to him. He served his purpose," her tone darkened, "And I won't hesitate to end him right now if you don't sit in that chair."

Looking cautiously to Nate, Penny took another step, "You're not gonna kill him… He's the only leverage you have." Moving closer to the chair, Penny held the back of it, fingers tightening, white knuckled, "Do you really think Deck is gonna come running back to you? After what you did to Rebecca?"

"He'll understand," Alys returned, "Now. Sit."

"He'll understand you're a psycho… sure." Moving in front of the chair, Penny looked up at Nate again, "So what, now? You kill me… and Deck comes running into your arms? I'm a little confused how this plan is gonna work out for you."

"I'm not stupid. I know it'll take more than killing you, but it'll be a start," she replied, "Deckard's always been fiercely loyal, it was a quality that I fell in love with. He'll remember me and what we were, and when he gets the cure, everything will be what it once was," shaking her head, she took a step toward Penny, "but you won't be here to see it as much as it would be icing on the cake to see the look on your face."

"Cure…" The word came with a brow lifted, and Penny watched her as she stepped closer, away from Nathan, "...Well, now you're just talkin' out your ass. Can't cure crazy… last I checked."

"It's not crazy. I wasn't born this way. I wasn't born one of you," she spit it out, "I was normal until Kaiden found me and turned me into this. Promised a cure, too," she took another step and shrugged, "That's how I'll start to win Deckard back, by taking away the one thing he hates the most about himself, and giving him a chance to have a normal life again. To have a family."

The words didn't escape Penny's attention… What Alys was saying was huge, and not just because the repercussions of what it meant for Deck. It was huge for everyone… For mutant kind. But it had to be filed away. Away with how Nathan was here, alive… away with all of the junk they couldn't deal with, until they'd dealt with the stuff at hand…

While she talked, Penny shifted, almost imperceptibly. Like a bob from foot to foot… But as she finished her shpiel, Penny turned swiftly and grabbing the chair, she hurled it at the woman, as fast and as hard as she dared.

Alys had expected Penny to do something...except throw the chair. Putting her hands up to protect herself. She let out a surprised squeal as the chair slammed against her, knocking her to the floor. She tried to scramble to her feet as quickly as she could.

As Alys scrambled upright, Penny wasted no time. She raced forward and leapt, her arms swinging around the woman's midsection, with a tackle to take her back to the ground.

Alys didn't stand a chance. As Penny tackled her, she slammed her back hard against the floor, knocking the air from her lungs.

Reeling back, half sitting on the woman, Penny pulled a fist and swung…

And then it happened. The splintering pain - breathtaking and shocking. With a cry, Penny bounded back, away from the woman, and eyes narrowing, she stared at her, cradling her fist to her chest, "What the hell..."

But then it made sense. All of it. Rebecca… Nathan… They're never discussed what power Alys possessed… How a woman of her size and stature could do the things she'd done. What use she would have for someone like Kaiden Hull.

The metallic taste in her mouth and the throbbing of her lip were unfortunate, but the look on Penny's face made it all worth it. Rising to her feet, she smirked, "Interesting, huh? Deckard can stop a speeding truck and lift things no one else can with nothing more than his mind. It freaked me out, because no one should ever have that kind of power. Then I got this," she raised her hands, "and I hated myself even more," she took a step toward Penny, "Hurts doesn't it?"

"...What? That little itch?" Penny hissed, pushing herself upright, eyes narrowing on the woman, "Please… I've had paper cuts that hurt more."

Alys smirked, "You play tough, Penny, but you're no different than Alys...than Nathan. This ability...this gift...it's amazing. Here, let me show you just how so."

Alys reached out, sensing for Penny's nerves. A mischievous smirk spread across her lips, and with a thought, she intensified every nerve in Penny's body.

The cry came unbidden and Penny doubled over. She'd experienced pain before, but nothing that felt quite so intensely, desperately intense. From his shackles, Nathan woke at the sound of Penny's scream, struggling against the binds, "No! No! God damnit! Let her go!"

Alys giggled as she looked back to Nathan, "No, Silly, this is why I snatched you up. I don't want you," she turned back toward Penny and started toward her, focusing on her nerves causing wave after wave of pain, "I want her."

Dropping to her hands and knees, Penny grit her teeth. The pain struck, roiled, rolled, and she buckled.

"Stop! Please…" Nathan pleaded, voice breaking.

Noticing the crack in Nathan's voice, she paused, "Why? Who is she to you? If she isn't a lover than what is she?"

She took another stepped toward Penny and lowered herself to the woman's side. Her nerves were still aflame with pain, "Hold on there, Penny," she whispered, "I haven't even touched you yet."

Alys looked back toward Nathan and repeated her question, "Tell me who she is to you."

"Don't…" Penny hissed, smacking her palm into the floor beneath her, "Don't you say a damn word to her…"

"Penny, dear," she placed her hand on Penny's shoulder knowing full-well what would happen, "Shhh, the grown-ups are talking."

She turned her attention back to Nathan, "What was it I asked? Oh ya, who is she to you?"

Penny's words were truncated, as another scream was ripped from her, and struggling against the shackles again, Nathan swore, "She's my daughter, you bitch! Now stop!"

"Daughter?" Alys laughs as she pulls her hand away, "Well doesn't that just make things interesting," patting Penny's back against her shirt, she continued, "Did you hear that, Penny? He's your daddy. If I wasn't planning on killing the both of you, maybe you would have had a chance to work out some of those daddy issues you've got in that past of yours."

Sucking in a breath, forcing herself to focus, Penny shook her head. The words hurt. They hurt worse than anything Alys could do… but hell if she was going to let that show. Hell if she was going to let Alys see anything, "...Tell me, Al… What pisses you off more? That Deckard wants me? Or that even if he didn't… he'd never want you?"

"Shut up," Alys snapped before punching Penny, "Deckard doesn't even love you. He never could love a little whore like you."

"Funny…" Penny breathed, "...Cause that's not what he told me, a few days ago."

"He..," Alys stood to her feet, "He'd never! You're lying!" Pulling back, Alys slammed her foot against Penny's side as hard as she could.

Rolling back, Penny laughed. It hurt, but she laughed, eyes glaring at the horror of a woman, "Oh… I don't have to lie. I know what's coming, and I have no intention of going out… without ruining this… for you. He loves me, Alys.. and I love him. And we… are gonna.. Start a family… Together."

Alys dropped down on top of Penny, straddling the woman, "NO!" she screamed as her fingers snaked around Penny's throat, "NO! You're lying! Deckard loves me! He loves me!"

She watched as Penny gasped for air between writhing in agony beneath her..In that moment, nothing could have brought her more joy.
 
Collab Post: Oh no! Ozno! | Interactions: Ozno, Adelaide @Elle Joyner & Guard | Location: Orlando HQ


Sleeping curled up next to Ozno, Adelaide rested better than she had in years. She also woke up hungrier than she had ever been, and considering she'd spent most of her life in a cell of some sort or another, that was saying something. Oz was still resting when she'd untangled herself from him, and leaving a note on the desk, she made her way out of his room and down the hallway.

She was in the cafeteria a few minutes later, and with the fridge open, she studied the contents, as it occurred to her in that moment she would have a great deal of difficulty finding anything she could actually read. English, for however much she learned, only continued to be a tiny bit more elusive than she expected it to.

Pulling out a container, she studied the words written on the label with a small frown, when she heard the kitchen door swing open, a pair of boots stepping across the tile.

"Oh, Oz! Good, you are here… I am having a… what is the word… a diffic--"

"Ain't Ozno." The voice interrupted, and Adelaide looked up from the label to the man in the doorway. He was olive-skinned, with dark hair that hung down into his slate blue eyes, broad shouldered and tall… very tall, "You that French chick, eh?"

"...Erhm… chick? Is this… you mean girl, by this? I am Adelaide…" Her hand extended, but the look on his face drew it back to her side, as he stepped forward.

"Your brother the guy they brought back, right? On the mission that shot everything to hell?"

"H...he did not mean to… It was… He is a good m--"

"I lost three good friends…" He took a step, and Adelaide moved back, fingers curling around the tupperware, tighter.

"I...I am sorry."

"...And what about your brother, hm? You think he's sorry?"

"Of…. of course!" She protested, frowning gingerly.

"...He's gonna be, anyway." He took another step, and without thinking, Adelaide threw the tupperware at him. It bounced off his chest and clattered to the floor, popping open, spewing out the contents. Mashed Potatoes. It contained mashed potatoes. But she wasn't hungry, anymore…

His arm shot out, wrapped tightly around her wrist and Adelaide gave a small yelp as he yanked her over towards the sink, "What do you think… You think he'll be sorry if I shove your hand in the garbage disposal? That a word you even know, Frenchie?"

"No!" It was a shriek this time, panicked, as she felt her terror rise, "Let me go! Let go!"

Ozno liked warmth, especially the kind that radiated from another body. So, when Ade had left his side, he woke up a mere few seconds after she had stepped out, sitting up with the wildest bed head and sunniest sloth smile in history. Dang. That was a dope nap. The bestest. And he had lots of naps.

But still, he wanted his poodle. He had found the note she left behind, realizing that she went to get food...Oh, yis. Food sounded super awesome right now. "Foooood…" he hummed, his belly rumbling like a lion in accordance to the idea of stuffing his face. With Ade as a second lunch partner? Shoosh yeah.

On somewhat wobbly feet, Ozno trudged down the halls towards the cafeteria--

"Let me go! Let go!"

Ozno froze. Nearly all of the grogginess was ripped away from his senses as the recognition hit him. Whoa. Wait...Wasn't that Ade? Of course. Definitely. He knew his poodle's voice like muscle memory. Screaming. Scared. "...Ade?"

He paced inside, scanning left and right for his soul buddy--

Who was that? What was he doing with his Ade?

In the blink of an eye, he closed the distance between them and a hand wrapped around the one seizing Ade hostage. Eyes saddened and confused, Ozno blinked up slowly at the guard. Then waved two fingers. Unsurely. "...Hi?"

Ade's eyes had widened to saucers as Ozno appeared out of nowhere, and a sob of relief escaped. The guard's grip tightened enough to burn away the relief and she cried out again, as the tender bones in her wrist ground together.

The guard muttered a word that Adelaide was definitely not familiar with, coupled with 'off', glaring at Ozno darkly, "I mean it, punk. Get outta here."

Ade's cry confirmed a dread that Ozno had been denying up until now. That was pain. In her voice. In her eyes. The same eyes that stared back at him desperately...Help.

His eyes hardened. Mmkay, now he was awake. "Not cool."

Suddenly, stiff jabs struck the guard in the tender area under his occupied arm and ribs, forcing the man to curl forward with a grunt. A loud smack sounded as Ozno palmed the back of the man's neck so sharply that an angry redness spouted along his olive skin, and his forehead met the sink counter. Yeah. He was gonna have a bad headache. Like, dank bad.

The guard went down, hard and fast, and as her wrist was freed, Adelaide stepped back, hugging it to her chest. The tears pooled, and her voice trembled as she spoke softly, "O...Ozzy?"

Ozno was busy kneeling next to the guard, slapping his cheek over and over while muttering, "You cool?" Smack "You cool?" Smack "You kinda suck." Smack. However, he stopped when he heard Ade and suddenly all of his attention was devoted to her and her wrist. He enveloped her in a snug hug, almost forming a protective cocoon around her. "Wrist okay?" he asked softly, worry literally bathing the man from head to toe.

Carefully, he examined her wrist. Wasn't broken, pretty sure. His jaw did clench though when he realized that she'd probably develop a bruise soon...That guard dude really freaking sucked. He saw his nametag too, so he would definitely tell Yul all about it. Peeps were free to feel whatever they wanted, but no one was allowed to harm his poodle. "Sorry...for being slow," he whispered, guilt bubbling up his chest.

"S...slow?" The sound escaped in something of a whisper, before she threw herself forward and her arms looped around him. A sob escaped, and she burrowed her face in his chest. A fluid string of French escaped, and while it was impossibly fast and would've been difficult for a master of language to understand, it was pretty easy to interpret from the way she shook like a leaf in his hold.

Ozno's heart broke. He didn't like seeing Ade like this. Downright hated it and he was taught to use that word like verbal taboo. But he couldn't help it. Watching her crumble and reduced to this much fear and shock was...It just hurt. Freaking a lot. He needed to get her out of there, away from this place and guard, while telling her over and over that everything was okay now.

"It's okay," he whispered, stroking her hair gently. Shakily. Overwhelming thoughts was one issue he could handle, but overwhelming emotions was a different story and it took everything within him not to act on the majority of them wanting to kick the guard while he was down. Instead, he ignored them and continued holding her until she was calm and ready to move again.

"He said…" Pulling back slightly, Adelaide dried her eyes and shook her head, "He said it was because of Vance… He.. he was so angry, Oz, I… I don't understand. I don't…"

"Dang," Ozno sighed. Crud--that was why? That was so...uncool. Stupid. The only peeps to blame was RIEF, specifically the Satan juniors responsible for putting that evil sickness in Vance. He thought everybody knew that, shared the same feelings and opinions about it...but he was wrong. Really wrong. And Ade had to suffer because of that.

"He's dumb," Ozno muttered while gently cupping Ade's face, locking eyes with her. "He flew backwards too far. Crossed the line." Somehow, someway, they always managed to cross the line in times of crisis like this and because of that tragic fact, Ozno was forced to accept that the world came with good and bad shiz. "Go back?" he suggested, already slipping his hand into hers--

Pack!

Ozno stumbled, his stance staggering from the blow to his head.

"Oz!" With a squeal, Adelaide stepped back, hands cupped over her mouth as she stared at the guard, "Don't you hurt him!" This time, the fear was coupled with anger, and as the guard reeled back for a second hit, Adelaide jumped, literally jumped on the man's back. It was a short-lived gesture, for the tiny girl, and as the man straightened, he flung back his shoulders, sending her scattering across the kitchen floor.

Cradling his aching head, Ozno regained his footing and turned around just as he saw Ade jump onto the guard's back, the screams, the anger, and then throwing back… The image of his soul body hitting the floor was akin to a blunt spoon breaking through skin and scraping out Ozno's insides. A hollowness. Deafening. Until a rush of heat bristled up his spine and dipped his world in red.

He broke out into a dead run, accelerating from a jog to a sprint in under a second, and rammed his shoulder into the guard's exposed torso like an angry bull. The force behind it was so tremendous and unexpected that the man's back met tiles violently, the wind rushing from his lungs.

Ozno ran forward once more, fist reeled back.

The guard blinked blearily and with only half of wits, kicked out wildly to nail Ozno in the gut. However, his foot felt like it smacked into a brick wall and Ozno pushed forward like a bulldozer. He seized fistfuls of the guard's collar, who cupped both hands around his neck and tried to manipulate the position into an armlock.

For a handful of seconds, both parties struggled, until Ozno squared his legs on either side of the guard, grit his teeth, and hefted the man up, his curled form rising feet off the floor. Up...up...up and--

The guard was slammed down with a resounding and painful whack, the impact instantly knocking him unconscious. Ozno stood, huffing and standing over the man like a paranoid animal, back rising and falling. He didn't dare move. He didn't dare underestimate this asshole a second time around. And yet, even as the fury scorched along his skin and fuzzed his mind, hot tears were already rolling down his face.

This sucked.

When she hit the floor, Adelaide's breath escaped, and it took several seconds longer than she expected for it to return. Her back hurt, and she was sure there'd be bruises, and her knuckle on her left hand was bleeding, from where it smacked harder than the rest of her. Tears stung her eyes, pooled from her cheeks and into her hair, and with a small, soft whimper, she pushed upright in time to see Ozno standing over the unconscious guard. Her eyes saw the glistening glint of dampness on his face and forcing herself to her feet, she blinked, "....O….Oz?"

Slowly, he turned to face Ade and the tears merely fell faster as he took in her injuries. He tried to speak, to force out some sort of sound even remotely human, but all that escaped was a shaky sob. Everything fucking sucked.

On shaky feet, he walked up and skimmed his fingers around the wrist of her bloodied hand, barely a feather's touch. "You're bleeding...s-sorry...sorry...sorry…" He was terrible with words. Couldn't say the fancy and eloquent expressions that everyone in Orlando base could. And because of that, sometimes there was miscommunication. But, in this agonizing moment, he wished more than anything that he could tell Ade in full detail how remorse was currently filling him to the brim.

"W...wh…" Blinking, Adelaide stepped closer, and with her other hand, she reached up, a hand on his cheek, "Why are you sorry? Why would you… No. Ozzy. No… You…" Tears stung again, and she shook her head, "You saved me."

Despite her reassurance, he shook his head and protested weakly, "You g-got hurt. I was too slow. Too freaking slow a-and sleepy and d...dumb and…" He pressed his lips into a thin line, physically willing with everything he had for his eyes to dry, but they didn't. "Sorry, Ade…"

"No!" She said it this time, with slightly more forcefulness, and her hand dropped to his, to give it a firm squeeze, "No… Oz. You… I've never seen anything… that was… and you… You were wonderful. He is…" Looking to the guard, she shook her head, shivering, "He is a bad man. But you…" Turning her eyes up to him, she smiled weakly, "My knight…"

"B-but…" Ozno considered protesting. That was what he heard all the time; well, never to his face, but heard the whispers and scoffs around base. All the whispered ridicule behind his back, as if they believed he was "too high" to hear or remember anything anyways. Of course he did. He never missed a word and every single one hurt. Instead, he settled for nodding and allowed a smile to grace his lips; it didn't even come close to reaching his eyes, but he did what he could for his precious Ade. "Okay...that's cool. That's…" He sniffled, wiping at his eyes before reaching out to brush away lingering tears on Ade's cheek. "That's cool. A-aliens and poodles and knights." A bunch of cool sketch ideas.

Reaching to cup a hand over his where it brushed her cheek, she leaned into his palm and her eyes closed for a moment, "...Can we… could we go back, now, please?"

"Kay," he whispered, eyes softening. Without a word, he hefted Ade up into another koala hug and marched over to the fridge, where he stole another container withholding lasagna, and started heading out of the cafeteria. They could warm it up later.

Her wrist hurt. Her back hurt. Her heart hurt. But when Oz scooped her up, she didn't care… didn't feel any of it. Not for the moment. There was comfort in his embrace, but there was something else, too… There was safety. And all she wanted was to feel safe. It wasn't until they'd returned to his room and her feet touched down again that she even looked at her hand, tears welling up as she studied the bruised, swollen knuckles, gash between the third and forth, "...Why do people hate, Oz? Why… are they so hateful?"

He was rummaging through his dresser as soon as he released Ade, coming back with a standard First Aid Kit. Grasping her hand once more, he slowly guided her to sit down on the cot and cradled her wounded hand, puffy and bloodshot eyes taking in the extent of her injury. "It sucks," he sighed, voice still tense and congested with emotional exhaustion. "Hate is...it's not cool, but it's there. There just like love is."

A pause, his brow furrowing before he continued a bit more slowly, "And they...hate when there's nothing left to love. I think." That was the only reasonable answer he could come up with. Why else would hate be just as strong and big as love, unless they worked with and against one another? The push and pull confused him, but he knew it was fact about the world.

"There… there is so much I don't understand…" She whispered, still staring at her hand, "So much, and I hate it… I h...hate it." Her voice broke, and her lip quivered, as she shook her head, "Why does… why do they hate me?"

Ozno swallowed painfully, his sore eyes threatening to fill once more with tears. No way. Just...no way. No one could ever hate Ade. That was purely impossible. That guard...whatever fury had blinded him, it had also cloaked his morals and humanity in shadows. He wasn't in his right mind--it was the only shiz to make sense. "They don't," he insisted tiredly. As he said this, he started carefully cleaning around the wound and when he had the disinfectant in hand, looked at Ade apologetically. "Gonna sting…"

He just wished he could find the right words.

Nodding weakly, she looked away, biting her cheek against the sting and the emotions, "...I was two… when my mother died. My… my uncle took me and Sebastian… Vance in. We thought he was going to take care of us, but he did not. He used me… to make Vance do whatever he wanted. And when I was older and could fight back, he locked me away. There were always guards… and always, their hate. I have seen so little of anything else… Wh… what if… what if all I can do is make people hate me?"

Although Ozno continued working, he listened to every word, pained gaze straying up to Ade as he finished bandaging the wound. He couldn't understand it. Not a single darn thing. Not a freaking syllable. All of this pain and heartache and struggles...His Ade suffered so much and it seemed that the world had yet to leave her in peace. She deserved rest. Love. Happiness. Eternally. A dry lump formed in the base of his throat, eyes stinging.

"Ade...I'm sorry," he whispered, each beating of his heart driving the dagger in his chest deeper and deeper. "You are...awesome. Strong. S-super dope. And smart and bomb at paint wars and...everything." He searched her eyes for the slightest hint of belief, of acceptance. He meant every little thing escaping his lips. "You're my everything."

Gently, he raised her hand and brushed his lips across her knuckles, just over the bandage. It wasn't quite a kiss, but he didn't know how else in that moment to express how much she meant to him. "I'd never hate you...Is that cool?"

Breathing in, Adelaide's fingers tightened around his, and she sniffled, but nodded, not a trace of anything in her eyes but absolute trust, "Silly Oz… I know that. You… you are so different than the rest. You… you and my everything, and I will not so soon forget that…"

Ozno grinned, a bit wider than the last one, and tried to giggle goofily for her. It wasn't his best, but it was something. A start. "Good...You're silly too," he said. And yet, while those words escaped, he tapped her hand three times, a silent joke on his part. Or maybe just an attempt at irony. Or maybe, just maybe, the grand scheme was nowhere near as grand and he simply wanted to remind her, because in that moment, she seemed to believe that she was meant to be hated.

That wasn't true. And Ozno knew it. Lived it. Breathed it. So, he would continue to tell her until either of those conditions came to an end.

He tapped, and with a breath in and a very small smile, Adelaide met his eyes, "Hey Oz?"

Ozno gazed back, voice just as soft. "Yeah?"

"Your soul…? It's perfect." She breathed.

He could've sworn time stopped and the only thing moving forward was himself as he closed the distance between them, meeting her forehead with his. With a sigh, his eyes fluttered closed before whispering, "Same."
 
Lucas Serenity Krestlauv | Flashback: Moving | Interactions: Nobody, Buck, and Wesley



"Keep 'em quiet!"


"What you think I've been doing??"

"Duck tape! Christ, you're seriously nothing but a pretty face!"

Lillian was asleep. Well, was trying to sleep, do anything to numb the searing pain and aches cascading down her torso. The bandages were Hell to clean and replace without Nobody's help, and she wasn't experienced enough to roll up her "medication" for the discomfort. Again, that landed on Nobody's shoulders.

Who came barreling into the apartment with Buck in tow, his loyal lackey and muscle, but not exactly the brightest light bulb in the shed. The muscular thug grunted under the weight of a grown man tossed over his shoulder fireman-style, squirming frantically in his grasp.

"Wh...What's going on?" Lillian asked, scooting up to the headboard and bundling the sheets to her chest.

"Just business," Nobody hummed, peering through the blinds before twisting them closed. He shot her an award-winning smile, though it didn't do much to quell the anxiety curling Lillian's toes. He flapped a hand carelessly towards the far corner of the room. "Get to it already."

Nodding, Buck marched over, kicking aside a poor lamp that just so happened to be in his path, and quite literally slammed the man onto his back, the air fleeing from his lungs. He shot up, bound hands swinging wide and missing Buck entirely. "Fuck you! Fuck you! I ain't dying today you sons of--mmph!!" Whatever slander he had left to say was silenced by Buck's beefy hand, nails digging so deeply into his jaw that Lillian could hear the click of joints slipping.

"Yeah, yeah," Buck grumbled, seizing the duck tape from the bottom drawer of Lillian and Nobody's shared dresser. The girl couldn't help it; a shiver raced down her spine as the item came into view and she forced her gaze away, rubbing at her wrists.

In short order, the man was properly bound and screaming profanities left and rather against the tape wrapped around his head. Buck huffed and stepped aside to let Nobody hover over him, a pleased and lazy smile upon his lips. Teasingly, he patted the man's cheek. "You're so cute when you get all riled like that, sweetness," he cooed. Then, a streak of dullness flashed in his eyes. "Too bad I won't get to see that anymore. You know what they say Wesley, snitches get stitches. Ain't nothing personal."

Wesley thrashed and jerked his head away violently, a pure thirst for revenge and blood in his eyes. He knew what was about to happen; rather than fighting his fate, he'd gladly take Nobody down with him. "Damn," Nobody purred happily, his smile so wide that Wesley caught a glimpse of teeth, "I like it when they fight, sweetness. Kinda turned on." He clicked his tongue, disappointed. "But, I'm sadly taken." The man winked at Lillian, who couldn't gather enough of her wits to respond.

"Ya fucking sick," Buck chuckled while shaking his head. His hefty form plopped onto the edge of the bed, startling Lillian somewhat, but he didn't pay her any mind. He knew that she was Nobody's property and messing with that equated to an inescapable death sentence.

"Lilly baby? Put some clothes on and start packing your things," Nobody said, still watching Wesley struggle like it was his favorite TV show. "Gonna be moving out tonight."

"Again?" Lillian muttered, eyes shaking inside her skull. Her gaze shot down to her lap, the sheets balling within her fists. "I can't...Hurts too much to change."

"Whazzit," Nobody muttered, head cocking. Amusement and incredulity seeped into his smile, turning to face Lillian fully. He sat next to her.

"The bandages," Lillian said, "They hurt too much to change. The shirts, like...s-scratch and rub against them--"

"Ah, damn. That really does suck," Nobody sighed. Slowly, her lover leaned forward to kiss her forehead, while a single hand came to rest on her chest, fingertips grazing her clavicle with a feather's touch. Then they traveled lower. "I'm sorry it hurts so much, sweetness."

Lower. Increasing pressure.

"But you know what'll really hurt? What'll really suck?"

He cupped the bandages covering her left chest and squeezed. Lillian yelped, body curving in from the pain. However, her head was then forced back and smacked into the headboard as Nobody's free hand encircled her throat with a vice grip. She swallowed back a whimper.

"What'll really fucking suck is when police come blasting through these doors and drag you straight to a shitty orphanage, all cuz you can't handle a little pain." He leaned in, nuzzling his nose against her cheek before whispering, "You've got damn good tolerance, sweetness...I believe in you, okay? You can do it."

He released her and stood back up, smiling brightly.

"Now then! Let's get it moving, yeah?"

Choking back a sob and wheezes, Lillian glanced up at the man through her lashes, eyes watery and bloodshot. He didn't mean it, she knew he didn't. It was the stress. He had to juggle so much shit while keeping face…

Lillian nodded.




Tires screeched to a loud stop, the noise echoing down a vacant tunnel. There was nothing unique or discernible about it, the smooth beige walls clinical in design, but she knew the area like the back of her hand. So many times. They came here so many times, yet it'd be impossible to tell with how well Nobody cleaned up behind himself.

Buck was the first to hop out and swing around to the trunk. As he popped it open and wrestled with the cargo, Nobody lead Lillian out, her flip flops meeting the cold floor. There was the distant, almost silent buzz of the city at night, but it might as well have pounded in her ears. Again. They were doing this again. With every move came a motive to move. And those motives to move were always--

A snap in front of her face.

"Wakey bakey, sweetness," Nobody drawled before jamming a hand inside his coat. He retracted a revolver. Mindlessly, Lillian opened her palm, accepting the weapon with great reluctance. She hated doing this.

"Do I...do I have to--"

"You already know that answer, sweetness," Nobody interrupted, voice stern. "You gotta learn the ropes if you're gonna be my forever, right? That includes being handy with more than one type of gun~."

Buck dragged Wesley out of the trunk and forced him to his knees, facing Lillian in all his wraith and building hysteria. Those were the eyes of a man swallowed by an eternal rage. An animal backed into a corner. All of that hatred…

She'd gotten used to it.

Slowly, she raised the barrel. Aimed it between Wesley's eyes.

A lingering kiss to her chilled cheek.

"I love you, sweetness."

Gunshots.



A silent scream rattled his chest. A mistake. Big mistake.

Coughs and dry heaves soon followed, painting the fuzzy blobs of colors and light in a seething tone of pain. The burning flared up within Lucas' lungs, protest biting at his tired body. What happened? Where was he? Why...why was it so hard to move? He couldn't move. He couldn't--

Oh no. He was back. He was back there. This entire time, she had been dreaming, a cruel side effect of the drugs still pumping through her body. She wanted to get out. She wanted to leave. Please, God, please tell her this was all over. Play the Sinatra. Drown out the escalating pounding in her skull and ears, ease the building burn behind her eyes...

A humanoid shape. It just barely skittered by in her peripherals. Fuck. F-fuck! It wasn't over. She thought...she really thought... "G...Gus?" she muttered, lips barely parting enough to speak. They were dry and cracked. Throbbing. Reality bobbed in and out. A face hovered overhead--was that a needle in their hands? No, in her arm. IV...No no no--she was about to go back under? This wasn't part of the promise. He said it'd be quick, just a blink and she'd wake up to sweet release. Why did he lie to her--



Before he could spiral any further into his own mind, she fell forward into him and his arms wrapped around her instantly. "F-Fran? Come on, sweetness. This ain't funny!" But the blood. She was unconscious. Harmed. Not healthy. Unprotected. He was supposed to protect her.

He was supposed to protect her, he was supposed to protect her--

Lucas screamed.



This wasn't a dream. This was real. He was Lucas and--Fran...Fran. Fuck!

His perception of the world sharpened like the crack of a whip; Gus morphed into the visage of someone unidentifiable, but he didn't care. He knew where he was now--not by Fran's side. He struggled to sit up, grimacing as an undeniable soreness wracked his entire body and dizziness set him. He could feel a set of hands stabling him, attempting to push him back down as their words filtered through one ear and out the other.

"Fr...Fran," he said, eyes unfocused, "Nick...Fran...w-where are they? L-Levi?"

Lucas was forced back down.

He couldn't be here.
 
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DEVON

The constant beeping of the heart monitor had, at first, been a comfort. A reminder of the life attached to the other end of the nodes… But after several hours in the otherwise silent room, Devon was certain that noise would drive him to madness. When he had first arrived in Orlando all those years ago, Dancia Valentine had been the first to greet him, and upon the first words uttered, he knew he was a man forfeit to the spirited young woman. For six months, she'd waited patiently for his moronic brain to catch up with his heart, and when it had, she'd handled his uncertainty with grace, his fears with delicacy. In the end, they had driven him away, anyhow, leaving Orlando behind in the dust

He'd broken her heart, and by all rights, she should have hated him. But he knew all too well she didn't. He'd known then, and she'd only confirmed it when he arrived in the garage to that smile… Three years and nothing had changed. Not one damn thing…

In his heart he knew why she'd gone on the mission. It was his team. His people, and she'd wanted to prove she could work with them. That she could be there for them. Devon hadn't known she'd gone until they returned… until everything went to hell. He hadn't know, but he understood, now.

All she wanted… all she'd ever wanted was for him to know she hadn't let go.

"Hell…" Rubbing his hands over his face, he reached one out and cupped hers. The contagion had been contained, the cure being synthesized. All that remained was to wait..

To wait…

"You had no right, Danny. Pullin' me in the way you did. I didn't ask for this… to feel anything for anyone. But you just… you couldn't leave it alone." Sitting back, he looked at her, so fragile… so weak, "...And now I come back, and this is what I get?? This… this is bullsh--" His voice cracked, and the tears burned and swearing softly, he pinched his thumbs over his eyes.

"You don't get to leave me, Danny. You don't! I… I know I walked away, but you? You got no right…" Heaving in a breath, he pulled himself closer to her, his forehead coming her hand, eyes squeezing shut, "...I got so damn much to say, still. Please… please, baby girl… Fight for me. Please."

The door opened and Devon straightened quickly, to see Thaddeus standing in the frame, his expression weary. He and Daisy had worked tirelessly… and Devon knew it had taken a toll… all the losses… the near misses. For a man so generally put together, the good doctor was a mess, hair askew, clothing wrinkled, and bags beneath his eyes thick and heavy. Clearing his throat, he spoke softly, warilly, "I'm supposed to tell you… to get some rest. But I'm guessing there's not a terribly large point in trying?"

"Goodnight, Thaddeus." Devon stated simply, turning his eyes back to Danica.

"Goodnight, Dev." With a sigh, the doctor left, closing the door securely behind him.
 
Collab Post: Nerds Unite! Redux | Interactions: Luna and Leon @Elle Joyner | Location: Orlando HQ


Pacing the floor, Leon studied the tablet in front of his with all the concentration his exhausted mind could stand to drum up. Things had gone bad. Worse than he'd imagined, and the pricks at RIEF were responsible… but he couldn't help but feel the weight of it, himself. Vance had been rescued, alright, but Leon had basically walked the Rogues right into a trap, and it was all he could do not to suggest they chuck him in with his old friend and let the virus wipe him out, too.

Whatever RIEF had done, they had the means, it sounded, to find something of a cure, but the problem remained that Vance was a carrier, and there didn't seem to be any way to change that…

It had occurred to Leon in the middle of the night that the defeatist attitude stemmed largely from the fact that the Orlando population in Rogue HQ didn't know that Vance came with his very own professionally installed kill-switch… and through the night and well into the next day, he'd spent hours pouring over the data he and Luna had devised together… pulling up notes, scribbling things down, until his room resembled something of a den of post-it notes.

If this had been the first visit, Luna would've waited a beat longer after knocking, but she entered fairly quickly, eyes still wrought with exhaustion but her determination renewed. Hell had broken loose throughout Orlando HQ. The virus was downright terrifying and dangerous, she knew that, but what really set her on edge was finding out Finn had been wrongfully accused of murder after he was released. She couldn't even imagine what her best friend had endured and she was none the wiser to it until it was too late.

The hacker would definitely have a bone to pick with someone. Later. But for now, she needed to get some work done with Leon...who was practically knee-deep in post-it notes. Slowing to a stop, Luna gazed about, confusion clear upon her visage. "...N-new lead or…?"

"The chip, Freckles…" Leon said, without looking up from the tablet. His fingers moved across the screen, his eyes following again, and he typed away, "The damn chip. That's how we beat this… That's the answer."

Again, Luna wasn't quite sure how to take Leon's response. At first, she assumed that he had jumped one massive leap closer to figuring out how to disable the chips. But, then again, the way he spoke inspired some doubt within her. She had faith in Leon, however; he was an incredibly intelligent man and from what she had seen during her time working with him, reliable too. "I...w-wait, Leon." Tentatively, she stepped in front of the man, hands held up to catch his attention. "What a-answer? What'd you f-figure out?"

"The chips are tied to our systems… Nervous system, cellular … It's part of what makes them so damn difficult to figure out, because you can't just rip it out of a person's head and flush it down the drain." Looking up for the first time, he turned his bloodshot eyes to her and smiled, almost wildly, "But that doesn't mean we can't reverse engineer it when it's inside the head! We can manipulate the function, and trick it into attacking the virus."

Luna's jaw dropped so far that she feared it would hit the floor. That...That was genius. Downright brilliant. Her lips stuttered, opening and closely in an attempt to speak as her eyes widened, but all she could utter was a stunned silent. Finally, the spell broke with a fragile wheeze and she took a step back, pushing back curls from her eyes in pure astonishment.

"Leon...L-Leon...Freaking. You. Your b-brain. Genius!" she gushed, English failing her royally, but doing nothing to smother the relief coursing through her. This could save Vance. The one thing she'd been working day and night with Leon to destroy was about to become their saving grace. "W-we've got the chip's s-system mostly mapped out, r-right? All we'd need t-to do is engineer a r-recognition process and a-adhere it to the virus's antigens and…" Luna needed to sit down. No, she needed to work. They both did. Fast. However, she couldn't help but full one tackle the man with a hug.

"Y-you're amazing, Leon," she rushed out before letting him go. "Seriously a-amazing."

With a small grunt, Leon barely managed to stay upright as she flung herself at him, laughing faintly as he looped one arm around her, the other cradling the tablet, "I know, I know… But don't get excited, yet. It's doable, but I'm fried, Freckles. You think you can handle my notes and see what you can do for a few hours?"

"Oh! Right! Y-yeah, dude, of course. P-please." Almost fretfully, she started pushing him towards his cot, pausing to pick up a few stray stick-it notes and clear the way for him. "I could tell a-as soon as I got in here that you n-need an intense s-sleep session. Rest. You d-deserve it." She plucked the tablet from Leon's hands, reading over the coding he had pulled up and barely fighting back a sigh of pure relief. He said it was only doable, but she'd gladly take that over pulling each other's hair out and running into brick walls. It was a chance. A speck of light in what used to be a bottomless abyss.

"Y-your handwriting's kinda c-crazy, but I can manage," she teased lightly.

Laughing, he flopped down on the cot, laying back with an arm over his eyes, "Ket called it chicken scratch. Never had a penmanship class… Wake me up if you find anything, yeah?"

"I-I'm starting to like Ket's h-honesty," Luna giggled while seating herself at the stick. At first, she was somewhat overwhelmed by the new notes that accompanied his work, but managed to ease some of that discouragement as she started looking them off. It was a lot of information, but she followed along just fine. She could already tell that these findings would require a lot of trial and error before acquiring anything concrete, but it was a still a start.

"And c-can do. Just sleep, Leon, please." Leon was a friend now and she refused to drive himself into a spiral of exhaustion.

Tablet in hand, she began working furiously and among the calculations and coding and hope seizing her mind, Vance's smiling face peered through.
 
Collab: Held, Daisy @Elle Joyner

False alarm. It was, by some miracle, a false alarm. The bloody nose had been a symptom of something, alright, but not the black plague that had affected so many poor souls in Orlando's HQ. It was a symptom of burnout, and it took one look from Thaddeus to know. His tone was soft, and gentle, but he was insistent, and the moment they had stabilized Dancia, he had sent her from the infirmary with the insistence that she not return until she'd slept.

The fact that she could no longer be of much use, at least where her abilities were concerned, did not leave her room for argument. She left, and in the hallway outside of the medical ward, she sunk down the wall with a broken sob, burying her face in her hands, a second time that day.

Levi wasn't sure how long he allowed himself to slip. It started slowly, having etched furiously into his creations. Lucas's lion was done. Francis' was close to being finished. Levi had even gotten frustrated and began to work on an eighth note for Nick. The constant motion of carving, however, grew tiresome and shaky as Levi's emotions grew to massive for him to handle. He didn't know how it began. His head grew fuzzy, words threatening to slur from his lips. He remembered what it was like to not feel, well, normally. It was overcoming him as he exited the meeting room, hands shaking at his sides.

It...It had to be Lucas, Francis, Nick...in one swoop...all three. All...why were they the one to go on that mission? I...I left Lucas and Francis when they were angry. I...I didn't have a chance to make it up to them. I didn't…

Levi nearly lost his footing, but propped his hand against the hallway wall to catch himself. The dizziness remained. It felt...almost nice. Bile threatened to decorate itself against his tongue, but he couldn't quite tell if it was real.

What I would give to switch their places

Another misplaced step. He gripped the side of his temple, exhaling sharply as his eyes threatened to burn. He hadn't cried in a very long time, and he wasn't planning on breaking down while feeling like this. While engulfing himself in the state he vowed he would never return to. He found himself in a familiar section of the hallway, his blurry vision taken up by the sight of Daisy on the ground, her face held in her hands. She...Levi lost the physical illusion quicker than it had formed. His expression sobering, he slowly made his way in front of her, kneeling before her carefully.

"Little flower?"

Looking up, Daisy gave a small start, tears blurring her vision for a moment, before she wiped them with the hem of her sleeves, "L...Levi! Hey, sweetie. Hey…" Blinking, she cleared her throat, trying to force the emotion away, to jam it as far down as she could managed, "How are you, honey? You okay?"

"I've had better days, buttercup." He hesitantly reached out his hand to cup her cheek, stroking his thumb to clean away the tears. "I am more worried about you, you...You don't look too well Daisy. This...This whole situation feels like I've been stabbed in the stomach, and I know that it must be even worse on you." He cautiously moved a little closer, concern clouding his eyes. "You haven't been pushing yourself too much, have you?" Having Lucas, Francis and Nick harmed was as horrible enough as it was, knowing that Daisy could be in pain too made it all the more worse. A pit formed at his stomach, and in order to keep away the fuzzy head, he formulated the taste of pie against his tongue.

"Thaddeus… he…" Tears welling again, and she blinked them away, swearing softly under her breath, "He kicked me out. Won't let me back in… till I sleep. I… I haven't…" Rubbing her brow, she shook her head, "I feel useless out here, Lev…"

"Honey…" He found himself whispering, biting his lip as he shook his head. "I hate to say it, but Thaddeus has good reason. You look exhausted, and you aren't going to be able to work efficiently if you don't...don't give yourself some time. I can't bear the thought of you overworking yourself, possibly to the point of harm. I know you may not feel like you are doing your job, but trust me, I know you are working very hard. I know you want to help those kids out and I…" His voice threatened to give out, his eyes adverting from her to the floor. "I know how awful this situation is. I cannot imagine the physical strain. Just...just breathe. Please."

"This is… I've never even imagined a scenario like this, Levi. I can't…" Looking up at him again, she shook her head, "Oh my God. Sweetie. I'm so sorry. I'm sitting here whining about feeling useless… and you… you've…" Leaning forward, she looped her arms arms tightly around his shoulders, "Your friends. Levi. I'm sorry."

"I don't think any of us saw this coming, Daisy." He mumbled weakly, flinching as she spoke of his sufferings. No. He knew very well that he was suffering. That he wanted to drown in liquor. That he wanted to fall into his old ways to rid of the emotion that pestered his chest. That stuck like plaque against his skull. But he knew very well that Daisy was suffering, too. Danica was her friend. This was her job, to care for the ill.

It just appeared to Levi that the caring was leading towards Daisy's own physical ailments. He didn't know how far the extent of her abilities went, but he knew exhaustion when he saw it. Slowly, he managed to place his arms around her in return to squeeze her. "You have a right to vent, buttercup. This is horrible on all of us." He buried his face into her shoulder, surprised to feel his entire upper body begin to shake. Tears stung at his eyes and he held his breath miserably as he waited for the moment to pass. Sorrow gathered at his throat, making it near impossible to speak. "It...It's going to be okay." He finally whispered, not sure if he felt it himself. "I...I have faith. It...It's going…" He slowly raised his head and wiped furiously at his eyes, refusing to let anything fall. "Heh. Heh. I don't, I don't think Lucas and Frankie are gonna...are gonna leave me that easily."

Shaking her head again, she pulled back, and her hand wound down his arm, through his, "...We're doing everything we can. And we're not going to give up… But Levi, you… you can't…" Frowning, she pushed herself upright, "Up. Come on. If I can't help them, I can at least help you…"

Lacing his fingers through hers, he squeezed and let a shudder of defeat pass through him. He pressed his hand over his face, warmth pulsating against his skin. He prayed the prominent taste of salt in his mouth was a falsehood, but he didn't dare to confirm. Lowering his arm, Levi slowly nodded as she directed him. "What...what are you going to do then buttercup?"

"I don't know, Levi. But we're not going to sit here in this hallway, pretending this doesn't hurt like hell." Starting down the hall, she tugged him with her, "Let's just… we'll walk for a minute. Okay? I just… I need to walk."

"I can do that." He offered, voice weak. He supposed a walk wouldn't be a bad idea, although the fear of his staggering returned. No. He wasn't going to make himself feel like that. He couldn't. Exhaling softly, he kept his footsteps quiet and his eyes focused on Daisy. He was worried that if he looked down he would grow foggy, the false taste in his mouth slowly growing bitter. He swallowed, words seeming impossible now. "Maybe...maybe you should rest Daisy."

"I don't want to rest." She stated, softly, "I can't. No… no, I just need to walk for a minute." She couldn't sleep. Not when she knew what was going on in the infirmary… not when there was a chance someone else could…

"I just need to walk. W...we need to walk. And think… about something else. Anything else. Please?"

"Anything, huh?" Levi frowned. It was hard to keep his mind from lingering. He would give anything to be back where he was a few weeks ago, teasing Devon with Lucas. Pride filling him for Francis's work. Not able to tease Nick about his looks for reasons Levi didn't dare mention. He swallowed. He couldn't get his mind off the people in the infirmary. The people he'd give anything to see. He knew it wasn't a good time now. He knew it wouldn't be. It would only send him further down the spiral he was already tilting over the edge of.

"Hmm." Levi mused, tiredly, letting a feeble chuckle escape him. "Hold on...let me...let me try to remember something." With his free hand, he began to conduct. "Ba ba. Ba ba." Each strike of his finger against an imaginary key released a pocket of music, the notes familiar(almost irritatingly so.). He wasn't even sure what the piece of classical music was called, but he knew the sound like the back of his hand. "Ba ba. Ba ba." he continued, expression still somber as he continued tapping his finger against the open air. On occasion, a note would come along as he pressed his thumb to her cheek or a kiss to her knuckles.

Breathing in, Daisy watched, and the faintest smile appeared, as she shook her head, "...You're a miracle, Levi. You know that? I… I don't think I'd get through this on my own. But it just clicked, I don't have to." Releasing the breath, he paused, and when she inhaled again, it was shaky, uneasy, "...I'm so scared, Levi."

Levi's music came to a halt, her words striking a chord within him. He felt off guard. No one had ever described him as such, perhaps aside from a sarcastic brother. He swallowed what felt like cotton forming along his throat. "Heh. Thanks Daisy. I think you are far more miraculous. Those healing hands of yours." He paused, gaze locked with her as he searched for the words to set her at ease. Formulating the correct thing to say used to never feel like a burden, he was able to string together syllables and conduct a symphony of phrase without a hitch. Now it felt as if someone was clasping their hands over his throat. He didn't know what to say. He feared the worst if he did speak. Exhaling, he squeezed her hand. "You don't have to be alone. You have Thaddeus, you have me. And...to be honest, I am going to be very selfish Daisy. But I don't want to be alone now either. I'm afraid of what I'll conjure in my head if I am…"

"I am too." He claimed slowly, massaging his brow. "I am very scared. I don't want to lose my friends."

Looking up at him, Daisy shook her head, "So don't be alone. We… we can be scared together." Curling her fingers through his again, she continued walking, with more purpose this time, "I… I've burned it out. My power. I can't use it… that's why he made me go."

"How badly?" He questioned, not sure if he wanted an answer. He turned to face her, concern etched over his demeanor. "Are you sure you are okay? Perhaps you should sit down...I know you can't rest right now but if you were able to burn out your power I don't know how much energy you have left over…"

"There's no fever." She answered, certain she understood his wavelength. It was the same she'd gone down, herself, earlier, "I'm not okay. But I don't know how to… to close my eyes and sleep, when they're back there and I can't help them…"

"I know sweetheart but...if you don't at least rest, you won't regain your energy to be able to help. You've already done so much, and now you deserve a moment to lean back. To take a breath." Levi scanned her up and down, demeanor slumping towards defeat. "If not I understand. I do. But...I could be a real villain and make you feel sleepy right now."

Giving his hand a squeeze, she shook her head, "Much as I'd appreciate that, I don't need the help." Pausing outside a door, she breathed him and pulled out a keycard, pushing it open and gesturing him inside, "I… I know that… that I'm gonna sound like the biggest baby in the world right now… but could… could you just… would you stay with me, tonight? I don't wanna be a tease, when I know how good you are about my boundaries, but I… I don't wanna…" Lowering her gaze, she shrugged, "I just need you to stay."

"I don't mean to tease you in return, Dais, but I was hoping you would ask." He admitted, voice gentle as he placed a kiss upon the top of her head. "You look like you need the cuddles, anyway. I need them too, I think." He tried to brighten his expression, but he found it difficult to even keep his eyes from being hooded. His facial features felt weighed. His eyelids a mere pound of sand weighing down upon him and begging them to close. "You sure you are going to be comfortable about this?" He wished to confirm, although he could sense the sincerity in her tone. He didn't want to leave her. Especially when she was like this, now. He just wanted to hold her and tell them both it was going to be okay. Even if he didn't know it to be true.

Nodding, she moved to sit on the edge of her mattress, before looking up at him with a small, weary smile, "Just… just hold me, Lev? Please?"

"You don't need to ask me twice." Levi reassured, slowly making his way to sit down beside her. He pulled Daisy into a soft embrace, keeping his arms wrapped loosely around her in case she changed her mind at the last second. He didn't know why, but he felt nerves creep up his chest. His shoulders trembled, not sure if it was grief or anxiety. Or both. "It's all gonna be okay, Dais. I promise."

Curling into him, her arms looped tightly around his middle, and she nodded in to the curve of his shoulder, "I know… and I hope… I hope you do, too. It'll be okay, Levi. We're… we're gonna be okay." Releasing him a little, she shuffled back and laying on her side, patted the space beside her again, "Just… don't let go, yeah?"

Cradling the back of her head, Levi savored the contact between them, wondering what the warmth that was stirring in his chest could be identified as. He didn't think he had ever held or had been held in such a way. It soothed him, despite the worries that bubbled underneath his flesh. "I won't." He promised, crawling beside her. Once again he placed his arms around her, his eyes closing as he was sure not to hold her too tight. It became harder to breathe as the situation began to crash upon his shoulders once more, but he forced himself to remain at ease.

"Hey, Levi…?" Silence settled, broken only by those whispered words, as she curled close to him again, eyes closing, sinking closed entirely…

"Yes, Daisy?" He inquired of her gently, nestling his face into her hair. His grip remained gentle but firm, his thumb tracing patterns along her back. His body managed to relax somewhat into the mattress.

"Just cause I said not to let go… doesn't mean you can't let go, okay? If… if you need to… I'm here."

"Same goes for you, you know?" Levi reassured, wanting to express his sorrow, but knowing full well it would be selfish when she had her own hurdles to handle. "I'm just really scared for them. I didn't leave our last conversation on a good note. Now I might…" he didn't want to finish the thought, muffling his words and trailing off

"Not if I can help it." She continued, "I'm gonna guard them with my life, Levi. You hear me? For you. I'm gonna keep them alive. That's a promise… and I… I never break my promises. Not ever."

"I know. I have faith in your ability. I truly meant it when I said it was miraculous." Absentmindedly, Levi began to stroke his fingers down her hair, eyes trained to hers. "Promise me you will take good care of yourself as well, okay? And I'm here if you need to rest."

"You… hm…" Sighing softly, she burrowed closer, "Don't disappear, okay?"

"Wouldn't dream of it, buttercup." He vowed, crossing an x over his heart. "Cross my heart and hope to die if I do."

"...Thanks. I… I'm pretty fond of you, there, Jukebox." Snuggling in as close as human form dared, she let her eyes close again, "...Don't let me sleep too long."

"I'm pretty fond of you too, my little flower." Tracing circles upon her arm with his thumb, he held her close to him and tucked his head safely upon hers. He began to hum softly to a melody he knew by heart, the gentle notes, summoned as of from nowhere, playing in rhythm with him. "I don't know if I can help that Dais. Cause I'm pretty sleepy too…"

She might've told him to sleep, too, then… if in that moment she hadn't already slipped away into pure exhaustion.
 
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Serious Biological and Molecular Fluff
collab w/ @Elle Joyner and @Kat

Josie entered the lab, ready to work again after two days of nothing viable. They'd recently received a few samples of Danica's blood stored equally in three vials, one of which Josie would observe and analyze the virus attacking the cell in detail. Her dropper sucked up a milliliter of blood and placed it into the petri dish underneath the microscope. She scribbled down a list of extensive notes and in another sample of Danica's blood, Josie mixed a small portion of acetone with the virus. She prayed for a different reaction this time, but did not waver when the opportunity to make a cure passed once more.

Michael Fuller's rescue had come with something of a drag behind it. He was glad to be out of RIEF's custody, and certainly glad to have been reunited with Keith, but the mood in the base was somber, and his chemistry knowledge had become something of a benefit far too quickly for his own taste. Still, he worked alongside Josie without complain, doing what was needed of him, assisting, and adding his own spark of expertise here and there.

Upon their third attempt, he'd begun to feel the acclamation to the lab, to feel the flow of his craft, and staring at the oscillating centrifuge, he glanced over to Josie, "Any luck with the acetone?"

"No, nothing. I feel like we need something more acidic, something stronger in ph value. The virus is swallowing it whole," Josie responded, clicking the end of her pen and writing down the reactions. "Maybe I should use that leftover vodka," she joked. "That's a more neutral ph though, so that's out of the question. How's the vaccine accumulating? Anything out of the blue happen yet?"

"Waiting on the results. Should have them in a minute. Maybe Acidic is the wrong direction, though?" Looking back at her, he shrugged, "Remember all that research on cancer? And how when folks who had it started an alkaline diet, they had firmer recovery results? What if you went in that direction, to see how that worked out?"

"It's worth a try. You can never go wrong with trying. Rogue taught me that," Josie murmured and set aside the petri dish. "I can't recall the last time I'd been so engrossed in work, not that Yul would let me stay in here until four in the morning. It's refreshing, even if it's time sensitive. I want to check on the team, however, this is where I need to be right now. We'll go with something more alkaline."

Josie tried her hands at stirring a few more chemicals, some with water, others together to produce various mixtures and appearances. The results wouldn't be clear unless she consistently performed trial and error.

"You can take a break if you need to, Josie…" He stated quietly, "Nothing's gonna happen in the next hour or so, anyway. If you want to go see them, go… I can keep an eye on the lab."

She stopped what she was doing. It was tempting but Josie wasn't sure if that was a good idea.

"We don't know if it's contagious or not," Josie responded in a similar tone. "It wouldn't be the same if I had to worry about whether or not I'd make it back here to find a cure. Yul was clear about where he wanted me for the time being."

"The folks in the infirmary are fine, right? Been two days and they haven't shown any signs of catching the virus. I dunno who this Yul character is, other than what Keith's told me, but I doubt if you take twenty minutes to go visit your sick friends he'd have much to say. Especially since you're technically still working, yeah?"

"I guess it wouldn't hurt to visit. Yul's the leader of the Orlando base and a bit of a hard ass around here. Not many seem to like the guy. I'll see if I can find out anything new. I don't want them to think I've forgotten about them."

Josie stood up and cleaned up her mess. It was safe now, the different mixtures in their flasks, and all the droppers cleaned and petri dishes that failed had been washed and sterilized. She took off her gloves and washed her own hands before leaving for the door.

"I hope we find an answer in those flasks."

"If we do, I'll send word for you, the minute it happens. Now go… before you change your mind." Michael added, with a small chuckle.

"Right," Josie took a deep breath and disappeared from the lab, paranoid and haunted by what had happened to her team members. She returned a little later than what she'd expected and prayed. Michael hadn't called for her in her time "off", but maybe something happened now.

"Anything out of the ordinary?"

"Nothing yet…" Michael looked up from the book he'd been studying with a small smile, "How's your friends?"

Josie tried to hide the pain behind her eyes, "They're completely unresponsive. High fevers and unconscious. I couldn't even bare to look at Rose and I can't visit again. We need to find this cure."

Sitting up, putting his book down, Michael nodded, "Take a look… I think we're just about done with the vaccine test. It's not a cure… not yet, but it's something. Hope can be a powerful motivator to healing, Josie."

Josie's breath was ragged, "Let's see what we've got."

Pressing a button on the centrifuge, Michael determined which of the samples to pull free, and taking one out, he held it out to Josie, "This one… Here."

Josie took the vial and smiled a little, admiring the separation from plasma, white blood cells, and red blood cells.

"It's beautiful. One step closer," she murmured and handed the vial back to Michael. She pulled a new pair of gloves on and sat down at her "spot", mind focused on each of the six flasks she filled with various substances that might combat the virus. She repeated the same task before, taking a small portion of Danica's blood and one of the various organic compound mixtures.

"We're going to find a cure. I know we will."

Josie leaned into the microscope and turned the dial forward to move the lenses closer.

"You're doing great. I wonder why I never saw you in Aspida. What goes around, comes around though. Glad you're here."

"I'll get started on seeing if I can synthesize this into a vaccine, then…" Michael noted, taking the vial back, "I made it a habit of keeping out of the way in Aspida." He said with a small chuckle, "Lay low, right? Not that it did me any good."

Josie grinned as she observed the cells, "Didn't do me any good either. After five years, I was toast. You made it far and I see where Keith gets that determination from. He looks like you too and I'm glad they found you. I've wanted a science buddy for a long time now."

With a smile, Michael nodded, "Glad I can help. I really do hope this works, Josie. You've all worked so hard… and Rogue deserves better than this."

She glanced up for a brief moment and smiled, "Thanks. It's the least we could do."

She turned back to the microscope and eyed the cells. Her eyebrows narrowed as she studied it closer. "What the— It's multiplying with this mixture. The virus..."

"Hmm…" A brow lifted, and Michal glanced over, "So… take what you've used and find the contrast. Mirror the results, then flip them, right?"

"Yes, let's start by putting the mixtures in first now. I've always been putting Danica's blood in first. Maybe something different will result from the change in procedure," Josie beamed and changed the sequence up, placing the mixture in the petri dish first and the blood from the dropper second. "Okay, I'm seeing… It looks like…"

She eyeballed the cells with great intensity and focus. Another drop of the mixture.

"It's changing. Look, the cells are fighting each other. Go cells go," Josie exclaimed and stepped aside. "Biological warfare at its finest, oh yeah!"

Michael eyed her with a small look of confusion, before laughing faintly, "Keep an eye on it, Josie. You… may have found something, here."

"Oh yes. I need to keep an eye on it. Work your magic on that vaccine, 'kay?" Josie sat back down and peered down the microscope again. "I'm just going to… watch the show and toss in some more challenges."

She took a small dropper nearby, opened her notebook to a clean page, and put another drop of a different mixture into the dish. Meanwhile, her right hand worked tirelessly to produce efficient notes of what exactly she was adding and subtracting to the petri dish.

"You got it, Boss." Michael said with a chuckle and a small salute.
 
Echo: Flashback
Interactions: RIEF (past), Simon (past), Lucas
Location: Orlando Rogue Infirmary


A scream was ringing in his ears.


He was in the forest, racing along the beaten path. His feet pounded against the earth. He threw a look over his shoulder, searching. 'Just a drill, Nick. Just a drill.' His fear was very real, though, for one simple reason.


One day this will be real.


He saw it as he turned. He flung a whistle. The target exploded from the force, raining debri on the area around it. Another target, another whistle. The world was silent, but Nick's blood was ringing in his ears. Target after target, whistle after whistle. Glass bottles exploding into shards.


A line of humanoid figures in the woods appeared. He flung both arms out with a yell, the sound creating an arc that crashed into massive target.


He kept going, launching himself over obstacles. His feet slammed into the ground as he whirled around.


He was in a clearing at last. He also knew what the meant.


He knew she was close, watching. Monitoring. She made sure nothing went wrong. The knowledge that there were eyes on him was not soothing.


The targets sprung up, three by three, encircling him in the clearing.


With one hand over his throat, he screamed.


Glass bottles nearby exploded. Trees bowed, bent, and broke. They splintered, the creak meeting his ears. He heard it all before his own voice overtook his ears again.


The targets faired just as well, creaking under the strain, some knocked down, before they shattered.


The shattering of glass met his ears again, and he still screamed.


Then the world tilted from beneath him and he was falling. Falling, falling, falling]/i].


There was no end to it. There was no ground beneath his feet, there was nothing to grab or to hold. There was nothing to steady him. There was nothing to save him. He kept going, kept falling into the abyss, screams still ringing in his ears. Nothing to save him, nothing to stop him. He needed to breathe, needed to breathe.




Then his body met the ground, and first there was pain, and then there was screaming.


He was no longer in the woods. He was home, and he was drowning in the smell of blood.


RIEF in his apartment. In his home, in his room. Screams filled the air, but they weren't his this time. They were piercing, cutting, drilling through the air, and it seemed to come from all sides. There was blood, so much blood.


He was crouched in a pool of it. It sept into his clothes, into his skin, and soaked him to the bone. For one moment, he was relieved to find it wasn't his. Then, dread filled his heart. The reality was so much worse.


He cradled the source of the pool in his arms. The eyes, the eyes were dead. Glazed and cold, where warmth and laughter had been before. They were shallow and devoid of the mischievous glint that had occupied them not long before. They were lifeless, and so was Simon.


Nick clutched him close. He begged and prayed it was a joke, just an injury he could bounce back from. There was no response as he babbled, those eyes still pointed at the ceiling. There wasn't a hint of laughter in them. Those eyes were cold and empty. They were dead. Simon was dead.


They were all dead, dead, dead.


They were all dead, except for the man at the door. Nick looked up, and found the uniform he feared. The man stood in the doorway, eyes wide, before pointing the gun at Nick.


All he could do was scream.


The man was no longer in the doorway. The gun clattered to the floor. His body slammed against the wall before crumpling to the floor. Blood splattered the hallway wall. It leaked from the man's ears and eyes, forming its own pool. He was bent, unnatural and broken.


His eyes were dead too.


Nick's own eyes were burning, and then that warmth burned paths over his cheeks. Water mixed with blood, before it faded into the red.


He needed to get out. He needed to get out. Was there anyone left? Was he all there was now? It felt like it was just him and the man and the pools of blood. The screaming said otherwise.


Still, he sat there. He couldn't move. He couldn't leave. He couldn't leave Simon to go cold. He needed to remember his voice. He needed to remember his laugh, his jokes, that grin he used to wear. Anything but the blood. Everything but the blood and those dead eyes.


He had to go. He had to run.


He pressed his forehead to Simon's, closed the other's eyes gently, and carefully lifted his neighbor's necklace from his neck. It was small, but it was a reminder. It was all that would remain of his neighbor, of his friend. He'd keep it, in memory of better times. In memory of his home.


And, after slipping it onto his own neck, he ran.


Through the halls, checking rooms, finding blood and bodies, though so many were unaccounted for.


He was still running, but the screaming never left him.


He was screaming as glass came shattering down. He'd been left, abandoned, betrayed. Glass rained over his skin and ice pierced his heart. Still he ran.


"F-Fran? Come on, sweetness. This ain't funny!"


Another scream, and crying. Sobbing.


The same voice spoke again.


"Nick...Fran...w-where are they? L-Levi?"





Nick heard his name and jolted awake, eyes snapping open. It took a moment, through the ache, to remember what had happened.


His body ached and his throat felt hoarse. His head was pounding all the while.


But it came back.


Danica collapsed in the garage, then Francis. The havoc, the chaos, his need to move. Lucas crying.


Lucas went down. There had been a grip on his arm, and then there wasn't.


He remembered the reluctance to hand Lucas over, from where he was cradled in his arms, before finally surrendering his friend to the doctor. He remembered the rush to the infirmary, talking, blood, and then there was nothing.


"Lucas?" he said after a moment, voice weak. He glanced around, squinting in the light. He could have sworn he heard him.


Please, let this be over.


Please let his friends be safe.
 
PENNY DOWN!
Collab with @Katesea @DarinValore and @Elle Joyner

Deckard was only gone a few minutes. He'd fetched Keegan like Penny asked and by the time the two of them had returned to Alys' room, Penny was gone. In a slight panic, he wondered around the compound to every area they had access to until Keegan called him back with questions about the phone. It was then he'd remembered that Penny was talking to Alys...Rebecca's murderer who undoubtedly saw Penny as a threat to her plans for him.

Unlocking the phone, he quickly found the address in a text, plus a small note sticky-noted to the desk beneath where the phone was. While Penny had foolishly run off, she'd left a note for him to hurry and save her and NT.

"What's NT?" he asked.

"Someone...someone that meant a lot to me," she answered.

"Hmm. I'm sorry," he told her.

So...No questions?" she asked her grey eyes looking into his.

"I figure, you'll tell me everything you want to. I told you before, it's not my job to try and figure you out."

"Thanks. It… it means a lot to me, Deck. It's not that I don't trust you with it.. It's just… it's a lot. And it's not exactly a comfort, reliving it again."

"I get it. You'll tell me when you want to...if you want to. I wouldn't want you to have to relive anything hard until you're ready."

Whoever NT was to Penny, he was important enough for Penny to leave to rescue without a word to Deckard. While that concerned him, he pushed it aside because the woman he loved...the one he promised a future to, was at the mercy of his ex-wife who had murdered a woman and clearly did not like Penny.

Turning to Keegan, Deckard asked, "Who's left that can help me?"

"Finn and Levi. Could probably borrow an Orlando Rogue,too," Keegan replied.

"Alright, Have them meet me in the garage," Deckard stated before heading straight there.

Pacing back and forth, waiting for news on those with the virus wasn't doing Finn any good. He'd been advised to wait as far away as possible, despite his various protests to stay by Rose. He was going out of his mind, jittery, and when the guard told him Deck was requesting his presence, Finn nearly sprinted.

"What's going on?" Finn breathed, meeting Deck's gaze, the worry that filled the normally calm man's eyes already setting Finn on edge.

"Wait for the others. I don't have time to repeat myself," Deck spoke plainly.

Finn frowned, crossing his arms grumpily. "Fine. Rude."

If Levi could describe the irritation coursing through his body as he pried himself away from Daisy, it would be short and simple words, one he wouldn't repeat in front of an audience of children or of his fellow peers. Grumbling, Levi made sure his carving knife was at his side and exited her room, knowing full well that if Keegan needed him, it had to have been something important. He may have not known Keegan like he thought, but he found the consideration and the distracting activity somewhat relieving. He still would have preferred the alternative.

His eyes locked onto the short woman in the hall, recognizing her as the dirt woman with a lot of paint and time on her hands. She had placed her hands onto two little creatures, and with some amazement, Levi watched as they shifted and thinned to materalize over her back. She turned her head back to notice him, offering him a half smile.

"You look less dead."

"Thanks?" He questioned, brow perked as they made their way down to the garage. "Whoever plucked me away from cuddles better have a damn good reason." He muttered, mostly under his breath. He didn't wish to volumize it, noting that Finn and Deck were already there. "What's going on, then?"

"Penny's in trouble," he looked between the three of them, then his eyes settled on Finn, "She went after Alys alone. I know where she's at, but I can't go this alone. I don't know who else might be there."

A horror filled expression took over Finn's face. First Rose… now Penny? How could she, the person Finn thought the most responsible of them all, run out into danger all alone? And Alys no less. Finn balled his fists. He'd be glad to give the woman a taste of her own medicine.

"I'm in." Finn growled. He'd be back soon enough, and then they'd let him see Rose… by then, he hoped, she'd already be better. No, he knew she'd be better. He couldn't spare a second thinking otherwise .. "Penny's saved me a million times over… I-I need to return the favor."

Alys. Levi vaguely remembered the name from their meeting with Yul, his entire body having induldged itself in less holy feelings after it was confirmed his friends were in the infirmary. He could put the strings together, however, and know the situation at hand was a messy one. It was a good thing Deck had asked for help, because Levi wasn't sure how well two more body bags were going to impact the rest of them. "I'm in as well." He confirmed,

"As am I." The short woman confirmed from the side of him, bobbing her head solemnly. Levi could understand why she was quick to confirm. Having a fellow member killed by a psychotic woman wasn't something anyone would approve of. Well, depending on the member.

"Good. Get in," Deckard motioned to the SUV and then hopped into the driver's seat. When the others joined him, he started it up and floored it, the tires squealing on his way out.

"I don't know if Alys is acting alone, or if she's got others with her. I know what Finn can do, but I don't know you two that well. What can you do?" Deckard inquired.

Levi squirmed slightly in his seat, keeping his hands upon his lap and listening in and out. "Hmm? Oh, illusionary things. Images, sounds, feelings, the whole shabang." His fingers began to tap against his leg. "I could probably get us in undetected as well. Just can't do two senses at once."

"Earth manipulation." Shiloh responded quietly, poking the mud caked around her bare shoulders. Terra would be pissy about the shifting later, but Shiloh would be sure to tune it out. "Speaking of, how did the little brats treat you?" She inquired, gesturing to Finn. "Well and well I'd assume?'

Finn nodded furiously at Shiloh's inquiry. "They helped me a lot." He whispered, tone quiet but sincere. "Thank you, so much." With both Levi and Shiloh's powers added to the mix, he was sure they could get Penny out of whatever bind she'd gotten herself into.

"Deck," Finn said. "You.. you know what Alys can do, r-right? Yul.." He swallowed dryly. "Sent her to interrogate me. If Alys got to Penny… we… we don't have long."

He listened to Finn's words and swallowed hard, "I know," was all he could say, his hands wrung the steering wheel.

Finn sunk in his seat. "..cool, then. So we know how to kick her butt." He smiled weakly at Levi and Shiloh, nodding. "Just.. don't touch her. Got it?"

"Acknowledged." Levi mumbled. "I wouldn't want to anyway. I would have to ask her about dinner if I did." Sending a weary glance towards Shiloh, she peeked up and nodded. "Good. Then I think we can handle this just fine."

Pulling up about a block away from the address on the paper, Deckard immediately noticed a handful of guards. They weren't normal RIEF soldiers because they were in civilian clothes, and due to recent events, He wasn't even sure if they were normal.

With a sigh he turned off the SUV and tossed the keys to Finn, "Just like the first time we met," he told him, hoping that Penny would be in better shape this time.

"Shiloh, right?" Deckard asked as he looked over his shoulder to the back, "Can you and Levi handle the guards? Be careful. They could be dressed down RIEF or they could be some of us working for the enemy. Finn and I will look for a way in."

"We can handle it." Shiloh vowed, bumping her elbow into Levi's torso and concentrating the mud caked at her back to her hands, hardening it around her fists. Levi blinked, bobbing his head at the thought of having to actually handle an enemy. The mission he had done with Penny was simply in and out, but he figured he could make this a lot simpler for Shiloh and himself.

"I got your back, Toph." Levi promised as he rolled his eyes, snapping his fingers and making them invisible to the human eye. He wasn't sure how long he could hold it in a group of people, but he could try. "Ready to go, boss."

Catching the keys, albeit not without a fumble, Finn blinked at Deckard, a soft affectionate look in his eyes. "...Yeah. Just like the first time." He echoed, blinking the image of a bleeding Penny out of his mind. Finn rolled his shoulders back, puffing out his chest. "I'm ready too."

"Alright, see you boys on the other side." Shiloh offered a wink at the two men up front, slipping out with Levi in two. She cracked her fingers expectantly, hoping that the illusion would hold up long enough for Levi and her to take them out. Silently making her way towards them, she turned her head back as if to seek confirmation from Levi, but much to her disappointment, there was no one behind her. She assumed he had caught up, muttering a prayer under her breath before approaching the first guard.

Civilian clothes had caught the young woman off guard, yet she remained focused on the job at hand, bringing her hardened fist to the back of the man's neck. A sickening crack filled the air around her, the man crumbling before her. She blinked once, twice, realized just how thick the material encasing her knuckles was. Oh well. Even as other guards turned towards her, she delivered one more swift kick to that particular man's head and turned to the next, her heart beginning to pound in her chest.

Levi blinked as he watched the young woman send one man to the ground, and deciding to make this somewhat easier upon her, he figured switching from imagery to sound could provide useful. He just knew this was going to hurt him a lot more than he would have liked. Pressing his hands firmly to his ears, he dropped the illusion of invisibility and brought a horrid, familiar sound of gunfire into the ears of each conscious guard. He made sure to enhance and strengthen it as much as he was able to, biting down harshly on his lip to keep a scream from coming forward.

Much to his plan, the noise was enough to send the guards to their knees. Levi would join them, blinding pain overcoming him as he increased the volume to keep them down. He was growing dizzy, but was surprised to find that the pain came to an abrupt halt as a tap was administered to his shoulder. Peeking up, he continued the noise and noted that Shiloh was glancing down at him, gesturing to the men she had knocked out with his assistance.

"You look like you are going to pass out." She commented, the dirt trickling from her fingers reassembling two golems. One Levi could remember as the stealer of his shoe. He grumbled, running his fingers down his neck to make sure he wasn't bleeding.

"Im peachy, Toph." Chuckling the woman began to pull off pieces of dirt from her creations to restrain the men.

"I appreciate the help."

Deckard waited a moment for Shiloh and Levi to get started before he exited the vehicle. As soon as the action started out front, he ducked into an alley behind the building that led to a single door. Stopping he turned to Finn, "I'm not sure what's inside, Finn, but I...Penny..needs you to be ready," though he tried his best to hide it, his eyes pled for Finn to be prepared to do what was needed, "Are you ready?"

Shiloh moved like an effortless comic book hero, and if he could've, Finn would have stayed to watch her and Levi take down those guards. Instead, he quietly followed Deck around to the single door, brows furrowed in concentration. In the short time he'd known Deck, he'd never seen him look an inch this vulnerable. Finn decided it was because he cared for Penny so much more than he'd even realized; and Finn would fight by his side for her.

"I've got your back. I've got Penny's back." Finn said firmly, something he'd been waiting to say his entire life. "Let's do this."

Nodding, he pushed through the door and immediately they were greeted by two men reaching for the weapons at the waist, "Finn!" he called as he reached out and tossed the man to the right, sending him crashing against the wall, "Don't let them shoot," the sound would let Alys know they were coming. If she knew….there'd be no reason to keep Penny alive.

His heart was pounding as they crashed through the door, and Finn had already been readying to throw a punch the way Penny had showed him before they'd even set foot inside. Wind ruffled the occupants in the room, and as Deckard headed for the one on the right, Finn delivered a hard punch to the guard on the left before he could draw his weapon, the air behind his fist sending him flying into the wall alongside the first guard. Finn beamed pridefully at Deck.

"Not bad, Kid," Deckard complimented him, and under different circumstances, he might have even smiled, "We don't have Keith so we'll have to find her the old fashioned way, room by room. Stay close,and watch my back."

Stepping through the door at the end of the hall, Deckard led Finn through the halls testing doors as they moved. Surprisingly they did not find any other guards before reaching a door where the knob gave way. Deckard froze in place and looked over his shoulder to Finn, "I'll take Alys, you save Penny. Questions?"

Finn caught his breath. Him? Save Penny! Never in his life would Finn have imagined he was going to be saving Penny. Shaking his head, reminding himself it wasn't exactly the great thing, Finn balled his fists again. "Save me a punch for Alys?" He murmured. "Otherwise… no questions. Let's do it."

"No promises," he told Finn before pushing through the door.

What he saw inside caused him to pause for just a moment. A man, who could only be N.T., hung from the ceiling by his wrists, and Alys straddled Penny choking her. To his horror, Penny wasn't moving.

"Alys!" he yelled before throwing his hand out as instinctively as he had done the day he'd saved Alys' life. He watched as Alys, screaming, soared through the air and crashed against the boxes that lined the wall, "Finn," he pointed to Penny as he hurried passed her.

Finn nearly froze up as they entered the scene of chaos, and seeing Penny limp on the floor instantly washed away any feelings of badassery or confidence. As Deck sent Alys flying, Finn bit back a cry as he fell by Penny, cradling her limp form to pull her into his arms. He'd never seen Penny like this, and he knew what Alys could do. Did do. She'd touched him for a split second… Penny had been strangled. If it weren't for the slow rise and fall of her chest, Finn might have thought… "We've got you," Finn whispered.

Alys struggled to her feet after landing in the mess of boxes, "Deckard, sweety," she started, but she could feel the invisible force slam into her moments before her back hit the wall knocking the air from her lungs.

"We're done, Alys," Deckard spoke coldly, "since the moment you called RIEF on me. I stopped loving you years ago."

"Y-you don't mean that," she spoke through labored breaths.

"I do. Penny's my future," he took steps toward her. He wasn't going to let Alys hurt anyone he cared about again.

Panic began to set in as Alys could feel her body pressed against the wall. Desperately she tried to move, but was unable to, so she did the only thing she could. She reached out and hit Deckard with her ability.

Deckard's knees buckled under the pain. He dropped to a knee and grunted, his eyes still focused on Alys. It hurt...God, it hurt..but Alys wouldn't hurt anyone else.

"Deckard!" she cried out unable to concentrate on hurting Deckard anymore due to the pressure against her head, "stop, please!" The pressure built up against her body, "Think about us," the pressure built up even more, "Think about who you are!" her head was pounding, "Think about our son! He's alive!" Suddenly, it vanished and Alys crashed to the floor. She groaned unable to move.

"What'd you say?" Deck grunted as he pushed himself to his feet, the remnants of Alys' ability still prodding at his nerves.

"Our son," she said as she propped herself against the wall, blood trickling from her nose and ears, "He's alive."

"If you're lying," he replied, "I'll kill you," Deckard put his hand out to his side.

"I'm not ly-" Alys started before her vision went black, a metal pipe clanking against the floor beside her.

Levi would have claimed he made it to the scene faster if it wasn't for the pounding in his head. While that did make an impact, it was mostly the little golem which Shiloh named Demeter. She had been clutching his right shoe as if it was desperation, each lumbering footstep firing irritation like lava through his veins. "Your freaking thing has a shoe fetish."

"Meh. Why do you think I don't have any?" Shiloh smirked and made her way down the alleyway to see the single door, blinking as she heard what sounded like crashes. She placed her hand on Terra and allowed for the creature to cake her back and arms. "Invisible please?"

"Demanding," Rolling his eyes, Levi snapped his fingers and made them disappear. Sneaking in, they noticed that the scene seemed to be pretty successful, Alys on the ground, Penny cradles by Finn, and a man hanging by his hands from the ceiling "...Out of context this could look like a lot of things." He muttered, letting the illusion shimmer off.

"Gross." Shiloh muttered, taking the lead and making her way up to the man. She sharpened mud caked around her fist until it nearly formed a blade.

"Can you reach him?" Levi teased from behind, pulling out his carving knife.

"...that's not gonna help. Give me a minute." With a grunt, more irritated than anything else, Shiloh reached up to saw the chain from the ceiling. "Can you catch him for me?" Without a wisecrack, Levi made his way behind the man. After a minute or so of sawing, Shiloh managed to break the chain and exhaled shakily. She thinned the dirt blade and worked carefully on breaking the shackle. "There." She mumbled, letting the mud trickle back down to form Terra. She patted the little creatures head, letting a laugh almost escape her as Demeter merrily returned to Levi's shoe.

"P…" The man's eyes were on Penny, watery and wide, as he stared in horror, "...Tell me she's still… Please… tell me she's…"

While Finn adjusted Penny's limp form in his arms, his skin tingled at the horrifying conversation Deck and Alys were having. Confusion washed over him. Deck had been with Ms Crazy? They had a kid?! Finn shook his head, leaving that to digest for later as the man that had been hanging limp from the ceiling was released from his shackles. He didn't look like any Rogue that Finn knew.

"She's breathing," Finn said quietly, nodding. "Who… are you?"

"Na...Nate. Nathan… Turner. I…" Looking at Penny, he frowned, softly, "I'm an old friend…"

Finn grit his teeth, narrowing his eyes. "That doesn't mean anything. Say who you are or we'll leave you here." Whew, okay, that was a little too much tough-guy for today… but he sure as hell wasn't bringing anyone back to HQ that he didn't trust.

Deckard stumbled back to the group, snatching up the chain in his hands, "It doesn't matter who he is, Finn. He's important to Penny, so he comes with us," the chain scraped against the floor as he shuffled his way back to Alys, using his ability to bind the chains around her wrists and ankles.

Looking to Deckard, Nathan's expression shifted oddly, but slowly, he nodded, "...It's not really my place to say." He answered Finn, anyhow, his eyes falling on Penny, "But you have my word, I'd never hurt her."

Finn frowned, shifting his hold on Penny, holding her protectively. "That's fishy as hell," He whined to Deck. "Penny would never go for that…. But fine." He growled. "Let's get out of here…"

Draping the chains over his shoulder, he dragged Alys through the room behind him, not willing to touch her, "Penny left without a word, Finn, not to you...not to me. She left to save this man. If she's willing to do that, don't you think he's important to her?" Adjusting the chain, he looked down for the first time at Penny in Finn's arms, and it took all his strength not to turn and end Alys. He swallowed back the pain and looked to the door, "Can you carry her?" he asked Finn.

Finn shifted at Deck's words, looking back at Nathan with a new perspective. He swallowed, lowering his gaze, accepting defeat. "..Fine. Sorry." he muttered, half to Deck, half to Nathan. "I can carry her. "Let's just go. Sooner the better… w-we gotta get her back to base."

Nodding, Deckard jerked his head toward the door, "You all go first. Don't want her waking up and sending any of you crashing to the floor in pain," he looked over his shoulder to Alys, chained. He couldn't kill her, but he wasn't about to make her life easier. When she'd wake up, she'd be in hell-a-pain from being dragged across the street.

"Let's get you home, Pen." Finn whispered to her limp form.
 
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An hour drive to make sure they didn't have a tail..and because Finn drove...was not enough to awaken Penny. When they returned to the bunker, she was still out cold...lifeless-like in his arms, and a swirling storm of anger, pure and unbridled hatred, pain, fear, and uncertainty raged on within him. Even now, as he sat in a chair beside her in the infirmary his hands wrapped together as he leaned on his knees, Deck's storm would not cease...for seven hours it raged on as he waited to see if she'd stir.

Glancing to Penny, his brow raised as he thought, "Don't you leave me, Penny. Don't you fucking dare. We made plans, you and I."

And with the newest revelation, Alys' last ditch effort to save her own life, he needed Penny now more than ever.

"You keep staring I'm gonna think you got a crush on me, Big Guy…" It was soft. A whisper. Her nerves were singed like hair caught in a fire and every breath still hurt, but as consciousness flooded back in and the memories returned, she could feel him there. Her sentry. Her shelter… and he seemed stressed.

Dropping his hands, his breath caught and he fought back the tears of relief though he failed as one slid down his cheek, "Crush on you? Me? Nah," he smiled before he reached out and placed his hand on the bed mere centimeters from hers unwilling to touch her afraid of the damage Alys might have done, "How you feeling?"

Shaking fingers stretched, touched his, and breathing in, she nodded, "...I'm feeling... No offense, baby… but your ex-wife is a real bitch." Shifting, moving a little too fast, she hissed in sharply, "N...nate?"

"He's here getting the same treatment as you, though he came in chattier than you did. Demanding that we make sure you don't die. Told him I'd make sure of it," he shifted and shook his head, "He's not going anywhere, you rest," he sunk back a little in his seat, "I expected someone younger, you know."

"...We weren't like that." She murmured, shaking her head. She wanted to smile, to laugh off the idea, but his words hung in her head, "He… he's my dad, Deck." Looking over at him, she frowned softly, "Alys… she got it out of him. I think… I think there was a part of me that knew. But I never really knew... till now."

Deckard whistled, "Your dad, huh?" he nodded, "I knew he'd be someone important to you if you were willing to leave without a word," he told her, "Just wasn't sure to what extent. Can't say I'm not relieved. We made plans, you know," the corner of his lip turned up before dropping the same time he dropped his head. There was a moment before he looked up, "Scared the hell out of me."

"I'm sorry, Deck. I wanted to wait, but I knew if I did, she'd have no reason to keep him alive. Figured you'd get my note…" A breath escaped, shaky, and she shook her head, "...You really thought I left cause he and I…" Laughing faintly, her fingers curved around his, and she pulled his knuckles to her lips, "...You didn't learn by now, I don't make deals lightly? We have plans, Deck. And I don't mean to change them, not for anything."

"Glad to hear that, cause there's been a development in those plans," he squeezed her hand, the corner of his lips turning up.

"You about to tell me your pregnant, Deck?" She teased, with a small smirk, "Cause I swear to God, I was careful."

He chuckled and shook his head, "Nah, but it is about a kid...my kid...my son," he paused and grabbed the bottom of the chair to scoot closer to the bed, "our son?"

"Wh…" shifting, Penny forced herself to sit up, ignoring the twinge of pain that splintered through her weary form, "What?"

"According to Alys, he's alive," he leaned in closer to the bed, "she hasn't told me where he is or why he is alive. I knocked her out before she could, and I haven't seen her since we returned. I wanted...I needed to be here."

"Oh my God, Deck…" Giving his hand a squeeze, she smiled tentatively, "If that's true…" But she didn't want to think too long… not if the alternative meant his heart breaking all over again, "You missed me that bad, huh? You gonna be clingy?"

A sober expression fell over his face, "I already lost someone I loved once...I couldn't do it again," a smirk appeared and he tilted his head, "Besides, have you seen your body? I'd be a fool not to want to make sure it didn't go anywhere."

Laughing, Penny nodded, "That's fair. I'd hang onto me, too. I love you, Deck. More than I thought I'd ever… anyone. Thank you, for having my back. No matter what happens, we're in this together."

"Focus on getting better for now. I've got to figure out where he is and then we can go get him together, but only when you're better," he stood up and leaned over the bed, placing a soft kiss against her forehead, "You need anything, you just let me know."

"Maybe just… maybe don't rush off?" Looking up at him, she shrugged, "Little jumpy, still. Might rest better if I know you're here…"

Lowering himself back into the chair, he nodded, "Then I'm not going anywhere," he paused and smiled, "You know, you'd be proud of Finn. Kid came through big for you."

"Finn was there? Damn… Kid's all grown up, hm? Did he do the punch?? The one I taught him?"

"Sure did. Sent a guard crashing against the wall. Held himself together pretty well, too. He tended to you while I was taking care of Alys."

"My boy…" She murmured, wiping a fake tear from the corner of her eye, "Taking care of Alys? I take it that went alright? Bitch has a hell of a 'gift'..."

"I know it. She hit me with that thing and brought me to my knees. Finn says it's worse when she touches you. I didn't let her touch me. Knocked her out with a pipe. I wanted to kill her, but when she dropped that bomb about the kid, I thought it best to keep her around until I could verify the truth of it."

"Yeah…" Penny added with a shiver, "Hell of a lot worse. Wait… hang on." Sitting up, she frowned, "How does Finn know that?"

Deckard passed a hand over his beard, instantly regretting that tidbit. He sighed before he answered, "I'm guessing he had a run-in with Alys during Yul's interrogation before we found out that Alys had killed Rebecca."

Jaw tightening, Penny shook her head, "Tell me we brought her back here… so I can kick her ass properly when I get out of this bed…"

"We did," he smirked, "But you gotta wait until we find the boy...He needs a name so I can quit calling him that."

"...Makes it real, once you name him, Deck. You… you sure you're ready for that?" There was still a small chance that Alys had only lied to save her neck. They'd know soon enough, but in the meantime, if they got ahead of themselves…

Hanging his head, Deckard sighed, "Maybe you're right," he looked back up to her, "But it's everything we both want. Maybe it's just the possibility of it being true," he nodded, "No name, then. Not yet."

"We'll figure this out…" Giving his hand a squeeze, she smiled faintly, "Devon can read memories. We'll have to find a way to nullify her abilities for a hot minute, but if he can get in her head, he can find out all the answers. She mentioned a cure, Deck. I dunno what she was talking about, but I can only think it has to do with whatever they did to Vance…"

"A cure?" he shifted, "She didn't mention specifically what the cure was for?"

"She wasn't exactly talkin' logically, Deck. Seemed to think she could 'cure' you… and you'd run back to her. But she mentioned Kaiden, so I can only think she's been workin' for him… with him. And that can't mean anything good. We'll know more once Devon takes a look… How long's it been, since I was out?"

"Eight hours," he told her, "Pretty sure Alys is awake fuming over the fact that she's back here and will have to answer to Yul. Hate that dude."

"Eight hours??" Swinging her legs around, Penny shook her head, "No wonder you looked like a little boy who lost his puppy when I woke up. I think I sufficiently rested enough. We got answers to find."

"Woe there, Mighty Mouse," he put his hands up, "Let the doctor clear you. Alys isn't going anywhere, neither are the other answers we need."

"What? And ruin my reputation of being a no-good rule breaker? Where the fun in that?" Looking over at him, she smiled, "I'm fine. Not even twitchy anymore. Honestly… I just wanna get to the bottom of this mess…"

After a moment, Deckard stood to his feet, "Fine, since I know there'll be no convincing you otherwise."

"Hmm." Rising as well, perhaps a little slower than her normal rate, she nodded, "But it's pretty sexy you know me so well, already. Now… what's say we chat with the ex, yeah?"

"Sounds good," with a smirk, he continued, "need me to get you a cane or a walker?"

"Ho ho… Big Guy's got jokes. Just…" Looping an arm through his, she hung on to his side, "We'll walk…"

"This'll work, too," he told her, clasping his hand over her arm, "Now let's go pick Alys' brain."

"God, that sounds fun. Maybe we can get it out of her without needing Devon." There was a sly smirk as she considered the option, but it faded quickly and she paused, "Deck… I just had an idea. How's your acting?"

"Depends on what you're about to ask me to do," he told her, giving her a suspicious look.

"If you let Alys think she was successful… that you're out for vengeance… She might spill just to save her scrawny neck."

"Make her think you died?" he bit his bottom lip in thought, "just might work."

"She's smart… but she also bet on her plan working. I'd wager anything she's half out of mind with worry already, and seeing that all she did was piss you off…"

"I did hit her with a pipe and drag her through the street," he shrugged, "Couldn't risk touching her."

"Hell… that's all?" She asked, with a small grin, "You losin' your touch, Sugar?"

"Was going to flatten her against the wall originally, but then she mentioned the kid, and i knew I was going to have to wait."

"God… Women always know how to drag it out, don't they." With a smirk, she shrugged, "Tempting as it is to tell you to finish the job, though… we do sort of need her alive."

"Tell you the truth..now that you're up and well, I don't want to kill her. She hurt you, but she killed Rebecca and Rebecca was one of Yul's. As much as I don't like him, killing Alys should be his privilege. But it's like you said, not until we get what we need out of her."

"That's pretty damn noble, baby. Crazy, considering what she and Yul put you through. But noble. Let's just drain her of her info before we make any concrete decisions…" Because if what she suspected was true, alive or not, Alys had sacrificed Deck's child for her own selfish cause and if that was the case, Penny was gonna feel inclined to kill the woman herself.

'Alright," he nodded toward the door, "We can go when you're ready, and don't worry, ma'am, we'll take it nice and slow. Don't want you falling and breaking a hip or anything."

"Oh, you're full of jokes today, hm?" Giving his side a pinch, she nodded, "Let's do this."

Deckard chuckled as he jumped because she pinched him, "Not too long ago, I wasn't sure you were going to wake up. Gotta make up for that lost time, Penny."

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A steady beep had cut through the infirmary three times that day… Three times, Daisy and Thaddeus had fought to revive their patients… Two of those three times, they had failed. Rose Olsen, for all of her faults, for all of her fears, was a lucky young woman, and the jagged line that danced across the heart monitor screen was a pure indicator of as much. Alive… but not well...

The fever raged, but the medicine, Thaddeus's abilities and the ice packs that lined her small, frail form had done their job for the time being. Her mind was a fog, as her eyes opened, from and pain lanced through her head, a weariness hovering over her like a blanket.

He'd never been surrounded by so much panic and so much pain. Arriving back from the Penny rescue mission, knowing that she was safely watched over by Deck, he'd headed straight for Rose's room. Rose had deteriorated so quickly, and Finn had desperately tried to be there for every second. When she'd crashed… when Daisy and Thaddeus had kicked him out…. for a second, he thought she was gone. Gone forever.

But they'd saved her, and she kept on breathing, and Finn had refused to leave her side since, holding her hand desperately as his leg bounced. His tears had already dried, and the sobs had stopped falling out of him. They didn't help Rose. All he could do was stand by her, begging and pleading to whatever entity would listen.

And then her eyes peeled open.

"Rose," Finn whispered, squeezing her hand. "Rose, oh my god, Rose, hey. It's me. It's Finn. I'm here." He said urgently.

"H...hey…" Turning her head slightly, Rose swallowed a painful lump in her throat, as she looked over at him. His fingers were curled around hers, and she tried to squeeze them back, but she was so tired, and it hurt to think, "...It's you." She would have smiled if she could, but her jaw was tense, achy, "Why you look so sad, hm?"

"W-why do I…" Finn laughed weakly, and just when he thought he'd cried enough his eyes grew wet again. "C-cause… I was so worried about you," Finn whispered. "But y-you're back. Y-you're safe."

"Worried about me? Pssh." Making a face, Rose wiggled her head as much as she dared, flinching at the pounding pressure, "Nah. I'm gonna be… I'm gonna be fine. That's what you told me, right? I gotta be… Got too much to live for."

A weary smile found its way onto Finn's lips, and he lovingly brushed her hair away from her eyes. "Y-you're right… y-you're perfectly right. A-and I d-don't know what I'd do.. if… if…."

"No." She said, perhaps more firmly than she should have, because it definitely sent a wave of pain splintering down the back of her head, "No, you stop that. You stop right… now, Finn. I'm not gonna leave you. You hear me? I'm not going anywhere…"

"Good." Finn choked out. "You better not… you better not." Finn brought her hand up to his and pressed a kiss against it. "I love you, Rose. Don't ever scare me like that again… okay?"

"You…" Blinking, Rose looked at him, and her eyes flooded with tears, "...What did you just say?"

Finn blinked, recoiling. He… he hadn't even realized he'd never said it. Never said it before. But he'd never felt like this, felt the way he had when she was in his arms and felt the way he had when… when she'd….

"I said… I said I love you," He whispered. "Is.. is it okay…. that I said that?"

She laughed… a soft, weary sound, and nodded, "Yes. Of course it's alright. I'm just… really super mad I can't kiss you for it. I… no. You know what?" Looking at him, she shook her head again, "I'm not saying it back. Because I… do not want to be in a hospital bed, when I say it back…"

Shaking his head with a heavy grin, Finn squeezed her hand again. "Fine, I guess… I'll wait. I'll wait forever." He said. "And.. I don't know. I kinda already kissed you, so… how much do I really got to lose?"

She managed, this time, to give his hand a soft squeeze, as she nodded faintly, "You did… and that was dumb, Finnegan Westfall. But I can yell at you for it, later. When I'm better. I… I'm gonna get better. I have to. Cause I've gotta say it back..."

"Hey, why the full name? Makes it sound like I'm in… ah. Okay. That makes sense." Finn smiled at her, bring her hand up his cheek, feeling her warmth. "I can't wait, Rose. I can't wait."

Reaching up to take his hand, she gave it a gentle squeeze, "Cause… cause you don't think I'm gonna be okay, do you? It… it's bad, right?"

"Huh?" Finn said, posture straightening, shaking his head furiously. "No! No, no, no. It's because I think you're gonna get better, okay? You're fine. You're awake, you're talking to me…"

"Oh… oh, good. Cause… cause I don't wanna die, Finn. I really, really don't." Her fingers curled around his, "I'm scared, Finn. But I do… I do love you, too. Okay? So… there."

Heart swelling, Finn smiled. "It's… it's okay to be scared. Because you're one of the strongest girls I know, okay? You made it through your parents… through Harper… and now through this. So there's nothing… absolutely nothing that can stop you. So be scared.." He looked her in the eyes fiercely. "'Cause it won't even matter in the end. You're too strong."

"Hm…" Closing her eyes for a moment, she leaned back into the pillow, breathing out, "...Only cause you taught me how to be, Finn. I… I think I need to sleep again, but I… just… promise me you'll be here, when I wake up?"

Finn nodded firmly, watching her lean back against the pillow. Relief had washed over him… Rose was okay. She was going to be okay, and that meant they were all gonna be okay. Francis, Lucas, Nick, Danica…. they were all going to be.

"I'm not moving a muscle. Not even for any false arrests." He murmured.

"...Good." She breathed, and her fingers wound through his, unwilling to let go, even as sleep claimed her again.
 
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Ozno loved having Ade around. One hundred percent. She was the best soul buddy there ever was and like...that wasn't going to change. Megan was his world, most definitely. That wouldn't change either. But...if he had to use words that he said before, Ade was his everything.

But still, Ozno wasn't selfish. The world needed Ade just as much as he did...and she hadn't left his room. In like, a few hours. He was kinda worried. He made sure she ate enough, warming up the lasagna he had snagged earlier and bringing it back for her. But after that, she refused to step foot out of his room. That guard...well, Ozno didn't think he was dumb enough to come after Ade again. He wouldn't let that happen anyways. But, yeah, he guessed that was why his poodle didn't wanna leave.

Slowly, he plopped down next to Ade and looked down at the container in her hands. "Taste cool?" he asked.

Looking up from the container, Adelaide blinked out of her mind, giving a small, uneasy nod. She'd allowed her thoughts to travel back to that moment too many times, and each time made her stomach tighten, her heart pound… She'd eaten a few bites, but that was all she could stand, "It was good, yes. Thank you."

Ozno's brow furrowed. It didn't look like she ate a lot. "Ate enough?" Like, he knew that not everyone could eat seven times a day like him. Five was the norm and stuff.

"Hmm?" Blinking again, Adelaide glanced to the container, "Oh… I… I guess I wasn't really all that hungry, anymore."

Ozno sighed, ruffling his hair and trying to think of what to say. He had a hunch why she wasn't that hungry but, like...that was weird. Super weird. Even if he understood, he couldn't imagine someone taking a few bites and like...not being hungry. That didn't make any sense to him. And he'd seen Ade eat before; it was usually more than that. Slowly, he picked up the container and placed it down on the dresser.

"I won't let you get hurt, so…" He glanced at the door, then back at Ade. "Outside? ...Roof?"

Straightening a little, her cheeks brightened a shade of red, and she knotted her hands together with an anxious energy, "I… I don't know, Oz. I… What's wrong with staying here? It's… it's comfortable here. I like here."

Ozno's features fell a little. Dang...she really didn't wanna leave. A hint of anger almost sparked in his gut, but he extinguished that pretty quick. There was no reason to get mad right now, not when his poodle needed him. "I mean...yeah. Comfy." He patted the mattress, emphasizing how comfortable it was; the best nap spot. Well, one of the best. He had a bunch more around Orlando base.

He stood up, opening his arms a little as if suggesting a hug. "Hugs are comfy too?" He asked this, rather than said it, and as he did, he started take a step away from Ade.

Blinking a third time, Adelaide looked up at him, a ghost of a smile formed, as she canted her head to the side, "...Hugs are very comfy." Biting the edge of her lip, she pushed off the bed, holding out her arms.

He pulled her in instantly, his chin falling to her head like natural instinct. He squeezed her gently, basking in the warmth...and then let her go, the embrace barely lasting a few seconds. Lazily, Ozno stepped back even more until he reached the door, opened it, and stopped just a few inches beyond it into the hall.

The man held his arms out again, locking pleading eyes with Ade. "Another?"

A brow quirked, and she watched him… She was sheltered, naive even, but she wasn't dumb… and she could see what he was doing. It was really just a matter of whether or not she'd let him. And somehow, there was something so tempting about those tender, warm embraces.

Stepping forward, she breathed in, and threw her arms around him again, "I see what you are doing, you know…"

Ozno chuckled, curling into the hug as a tiny smile pulled at his lips. Cool, he was glad she figured it out; he didn't like lying or manipulating others, no matter how small. "Cool. I don't have to lie," he muttered. This hug lasted a few seconds longer than the last one but, like before, he released her and walked further down the hall. Then he stopped. Faced her again. This time, when he opened his arms, he pouted and said in a playfully whiny voice, "Poooodleee, I miss you."

Despite her uneasiness, out in the open again, Adelaide could not resist the smile that curved at the corner of her lips, and dashing forward this time, she looped her arms around his shoulders in a hug that might've been half a tackle, if she'd weighed more than a stuffed teddy bear.

"Oof!" Ozno caught the hug in time, despite being a little caught off guard. Dang, his poodle could move fast! He adjusted her weight in his arms accordingly, holding her close as she dangled a few inches off the floor. "Hey Ade? Guess what." Not wanting to let her go just yet, he turned around slowly, letting her take in their surroundings. "You're out. Nice."

"Bah!" she muttered, nuzzling her face into his neck, "...Don't like it out here…" She muttered, muffled by his collarbone, "...People are out here."

"...Sheep poodle," Ozno giggled. He then hummed a little in contemplation, fingers drumming thoughtlessly against Ade's back. "Some peeps are bad, yeah. Some are cool though." Like...Shi. Shi was cool. And nice, especially with Dill and Drew in tow. They were all cool peeps.

It was true. She knew it was true. Luna was wonderful, and Finn was nice, and Rose… And her uncle Keegan, of course…

But her mind flashed back to the guard and she shivered, pulling herself closer, "...Too many guards. Re..reminds me of the bad place."

One hand weaved through Ade's hair comfortingly, feeling the shiver course through her body. Dang, man. He hated seeing her like this. Scared, feeling unsafe. He wanted her to always be safe, obviously, but he wanted her to feel free too. Free to explore the world and share how awesome she was with it. "There's no more bad place," he whispered, "Just, like...us. You and me. And friends. In our place, cool?"

Pulling back, she looked up at him, her fingers lacing through his, wiring them together, "...Could… could we go up? I think I would like to be outside for a little while."

...Heck yis. He definitely missed the roof and was beyond excited to hear Ade asking to go up. He had yet to put her down during their conversation and didn't show any signs of doing so now. Instead, he grinned and nodded. "Yis. Up we go." He quickly carried her to the well-known atrium, making an effort to keep as far away from guards as possible, avoiding interaction completely.

In short order, they were back on the roof and Ozno was instantly transfixed by the moon and stars overhead. "Whoa," he whispered.

Up on the roof, as the cool night air hit, fresh and clean, and the moon lit up the sky like a spotlight, it was easy, for a moment, to forget the nightmare in the kitchen… to forget everything…

Hands still looped around Oz's neck, she stared up, eyes wide, "...Magnifique…"

"Yeah…" For the briefest moment, his eyes snapped down to Ade's face. The fascination. The awe. Everything about her that made her his angelic poodle. "Magnify." He gazed back up at the sky, bits and pieces of memories floating to the front of his mind, but in the same manner of a pleasant stream. "You ever wanna like...touch the light?" Moonlight. If moonlight could ever feel like something, what would it be? Smooth? Hot? Cold?

Pulling her eyes from the sky, she looked to him and smiled warmly, "I want to live in it…" She answered. Her smile softened, and she curled closer to him, laying her head against his chest, "...Do… do you know how to hold on to a moment forever, Oz?"

"...No, not really," he said, nuzzling into her hair. A long sigh escaped him, almost sleepy, but not quite it. He was just feeling...floaty again. He wondered if he would ever need medicine at this rate. His arms wound tighter around Ade. "Not a moment."

"Me, either…" She said, with a small, soft sigh, "I wish… I did. Because I could save this, forever…" Her eyes traveled up again, studying the starlight, "It has been a very long time since I have seen something so beautiful…"

"Yeah, it'd be cool…" he muttered before shrugging lightly. "But like...stay here forever? Won't have more cool moments." That was the thing about Time. It brought you good and bad things, no matter what. So, at the very least, there was always something to look forward to. To hope for. He loved this moment with Ade, but it'd be cool to more and more with her. Gently, he placed her down, just enough for her feet to touch the ground, but still holding her snuggly.

A brow lifted, as she looked up at him, and she nodded, "That...is a good point. Still…" Stepping back, she leaned back further, far enough that she could stare up completely into the sky, her arms outstretched, "This is pretty cool."

"Yeah, beautiful...like...La mer," he said, voice stuttering just a little as he took a moment to remember the word she had taught him. He looked up with her, images connecting and fabricating before his very eyes...Awesome. "Hey, Ade. Wanna see something?" he asked, voice just barely loud enough to reach her ears.

Straightening, she looked at him with a grin, "Parfait… La Mer. Just like I taught you." He continued, however, voice softer, almost inaudible, and her expression softened along with it, "...Yes. Of course."

Gently, he turned her around and kneeled down to her level, chin resting on her shoulder as he guided her finger to point skywards at the stars. "Squint...tilt your head...right there?" There were a pair of stars that shined especially bright among the millions upon millions of others, and Ozno couldn't tear his gaze away from them.

Blinking, Adelaide followed the finger, and for a moment, she could not see the exact location, but the stars stood out at last, and leaning back against him, her smile brightened as she nodded, "I see… What are these?"

"Us," he said simply. "It's nighttime. So...lots of darkness. Bad things. But," he shrugged, "Can't be stars without it."

Breathing in, Adelaide turned and looked back at him, her eyes damp in the moonlight, as she shook her head, "You say the prettiest things, Oz…"

Taken aback, he cocked his head in confusion. "I do? Oh…" At first, the bafflement remained, before a flustered smile took over. "Cool. You too, Ade."

"No…" Laughing softly, she shook her head, "Me? I am all a mess with words. I still understand so little… But you… you say things and it makes my heart smile. No one has ever made my heart smile, before. Not even Vance."

Ozno pouted, nudging her cheek gently. "I like your Fancy English. And you understand a lot. Understand me." He sighed, almost wistfully. It was cool to have someone understand him. Like, truly, seriously understand him.

Biting her lip, she shrugged, "...I understand you, better than I understand some French, Ozno. You… you speak to my soul." Sighing softly, her eyes moved up again, studying the stars he pointed out.

"Only cuz you let me," he hummed. His free hand had migrated to Ade's in the middle of their conversation, playing with her fingers idly.

Lacing her fingers into his, she shook her head, turning back to him, "Of course I do… Why wouldn't I? There is no one else I would rather share that… what is the word… connection… with."

As Ade turned around to face him, Ozno leaned down to connect their foreheads again, a slow inhale settling in and dipping his senses in cool tranquility. "It's hard to talk," he muttered, eyes fluttering closed. "Connection makes it easier. Better." Slowly, he cradled his poodle's bandaged hand, eyes cracking open just wide enough to press a kiss to the injury. "Thank you for that."

Her eyes closed, and her breath held, and for a moment, she existed solely in that moment… Needing only that moment. When she spoke, it was barely a whisper, her fingers curved, curling around his, "...You do not need to thank me… I should thank you. You have made the world what I never thought it could be… There's color… and light… I am happy, Oz. And I never thought I could have that."

"Okay," he conceded, his voice seeming to sway lazily "I'll be thankful for you then." It was weird, feeling the way he did right now. His poodle made him feel so at peace, yet so energized and filled up to the brim with a bunch of same-different things. Everywhere and nowhere. For once, finally, he was flying forwards and away from the finish line. "You're my everything," he said, "Be cool to give you happiness in return." He wanted to give her more, way more, and one day he would figure out how to do that.

Laughing delicately, Adelaide shook her head slightly, not enough to shift away from the comfort of proximity… "There is... hm. Words are hard. But there is so much. I don't know how to say it all. I don't… know the right words."

"Mayyyybe…" Ozno drawled for a moment, his brain working for an answer. He never knew how true his words were, but Ade said they were pretty and liked them, so he'd gladly say as much as possible, just to keep her smiling. "We don't need talking. Like...let the connection do it. Words are just…" He pulled his lips into his mouth, eyes squinting. However, epiphany struck him soon after and he finished in a somewhat giddy whisper, "Just, like...confusing the language of silence." He...wasn't really sure if that made sense, but that was by far the hardest sentence he had uttered in a long dang time.

Another soft murmur of laughter, and she nodded this time, "...I...it used to scare me. Silence. It was always so quiet. All the time. And no one would talk to me, when Vance went away. But not with you. I feel safe with you… Like nothing can hurt me." Breathing in, her eyes opened again, and she wrinkled her nose, "...Now, I don't know how to stop talking…"

"Nothing will," he insisted, "You're not gonna hurt anymore."

"...No, I do not think I will." She answered, her fingers curling tightly around his, "I am… what is the word? I am immune… to all things wrong with the world, so long as I am with you."

"Yeah," Ozno muttered, a single thumb sweeping back and forth delicately across her knuckles, "Poodles and Aliens...ruling the stars. We got this."
 
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Rogue Bunker - Orlando Branch
Deckard, Penny, and Alys
Collab w/ @Elle Joyner
Deckard helped Penny through the increasingly empty halls. People were getting sick, some were dying. Those who were well stuck to places they knew were safe unless they needed to report for duty. Only when they reached the cells did they really start to see bodies again. The whole way there, Deckard wrestled with how he felt and what he wanted to do. The questions they were going to ask would be centered around this cure she mentioned, and on a more personal note, his son. He couldn't help but think about all the different scenarios of what he'd do if she lied or was danced around the questions. Patience was not going to be a virtue of his.

Coming to a stop just shy of the outer door, Deck spoke as he looked toward the guards, "Okay, here we are. Think Yul'll let us have access?"

"You gonna ask for permission, Deck? Cause I don't particularly care for the formality, myself. Don't get too close, okay? I know we have her where we need her, but you be careful… promise?"

"Of course," he told her, "I don't think Alys will try anything stupid. She wants me around, remember?"

"Yeah…" Releasing his arm, Penny put her palm to his chest, smiling delicately, "...But so do I, so just… be safe."

"I'm not going anywhere," he promised, "You just watch and if you need me for something, tap the glass," he frowned and pointed with his head, "Now get out of here. You died."

Grinning, she stepped back, standing to the side with a nod, "...God speed, Big Guy."

"Thanks," he told her before he pushed his way through the doors and into the room where Alys was being kept.

It was a small room that had a chair, a table, and a small cot against the far wall. It wasn't homey at all, but to Deckard, it was far too comforting for the murderous woman inside. As soon as he stepped through Alys looked up toward him and the look in his eyes told her everything she wanted to know. He could see the uncertainty mixed with the pride of her victory and it he had to focus on the fear that he saw to keep his skin from crawling in disgust.

"Why?" he muttered as he shoved his hands into his pockets and dropped his shoulders, "Why'd you do it, Alys?"

"Do what, Deckard?" she replied. She wanted him to say the words, he knew it.

Drawing back on the fear he felt from the moment that he found out that Penny had left to right before she woke up, Deckard pushed them to the surface. His eyes began to water and redden, and he passed a hand through his hair in frustration, "You know what you did."

Alys stood and took a step toward him, "No, Deckard, I don't. Tell me," when he didn't she pressed on, "Say it."

Lifting his eyes to meet hers, he said it as a single tear slid down his cheek, "You...she's dead," he could see her fight the smile teasing at the corner of her lips, "Why?" he asked her again.

"You didn't really love her, Deckard. I knew that. Penny was in the way. She had to go so that we could be together again," Alys reasoned.

"You did all of this," Deckard swallowed hard, "to win me back?"

"Yes," she stated as she brought her hand up and hovered it close to his cheek, "It's all I've ever wanted, Deckard, to hold you, to touch you..to pick up where we left off."

Pulling back, he shook his head, "You left me, Alys, because I was a mutant, and now that you're one you want to be together again? That's not love, Alys. Not real love."

Shaking her head, she dropped her hand to her side, "I was wrong, but I was afraid. Can you blame me? My perfectly normal husband turned out to not be so normal. You stopped a speeding car and killed a man in the process, Deck!"

"To save you, Alys! I did it to save you!" he snapped.

"That's exactly what I did here!" she returned just as quickly, "I'm sorry that she was important to you, Deckard, but I did what I did to save your life."

"What?" Deckard slowed down, "to save my life? I wasn't in any danger. How were you saving my life?"

Alys paused a moment as she looked around the room. She then leaned in closer, and Deckard could feel the hairs on his neck stand on end, "Kaiden's developed a cure, Deck. Not for this virus that's ravaging the bunker, but a suppressor for the gene. It'll make us normal again," she reached for his hand, stopping just shy of touching him, and Deckard didn't move it, "We could be together again. Just you and me."

"And our son?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied nodding incessantly, "of course, our son, too, but we have to get him back from Kaiden."

"Kaiden has our son?" Deckard repeated and straightened, "Why? Where?"

Alys hung her head before looking back up, sadness in her eyes, "When he was born, RIEF took him away because he was one of y-he was a mutant. Kaiden had him transferred to an off the books nursery in Washington D.C. because he showed signs of a particularly powerful ability similar to yours. He then infected me, giving me this curse and telling me he'd hurt our son and keep the cure from me if I didn't help him."

"Blackmail," Deckard said as he turned from her faking deep thought. He paused and turned around, "What's his name?"

"Kaiden," Alys' brow narrowed, "I just told you."

"No, what's our son's name?" he asked studying Alys' facial expressions. The moment the question came out, he could tell she hadn't named him, "I mean, he's our son. You named him right?"

"Y-ya..of course," she scoffed, "What kind of mother do you think I am? Of course I named our son."

"Okay," he said as he walked to the window and looked through it, "You get all that?' he asked, unable to be in there any longer. Alys had always been a poor liar.

Pulling open the door, Penny stood with a small smile, her eyes meeting Alys with what could only be a dare, as she shrugged, "Got it, baby. Guess we're heading to D.C.?"

Deckard couldn't help but smirk as he turned around to see the shock on Alys' face, "You lied to me!" she cried out angrily.

"You're a murder who tried to kill the woman I love. Of course I lied to you," he replied.

When Alys tried to launch herself at Penny Deckard threw her against the wall, pinning her in place with his mind, "No, Alys. You're done. I'm leaving your fate in Yul's hands, and something tells me he won't be gentle."

"I'll kill you," she raged, "I'll kill both of you!"

"Blah blah… Was she this naggy when you two were married?" Penny added, with a small smirk, before she stepped back, holding the door open for him, "Let's go. We've got a lot to tell Keegan."

"Gladly," he told her as he walked up beside Penny and took her hand in his, "Good-bye Alys," he told her as he let the door shut behind them.
 
The Cure

It'd taken almost three days to find a vaccine and cure. She'd been in the lab with Michael day in and day out, watching, praying, and hoping. The long hours were distressing and there was a low point during the process when Josie felt she'd done everything. Nothing could compare to the elation she felt when a cure was created from chemical synthesis and the vaccine was established.

Blood, sweat, and tears were worth it in the end and she had to take a few minutes to compose herself before she returned to the infirmary with everything they needed to cure her friends and give everyone the vaccination. Josie was still unbelievably overwhelmed and in shock with the success when she arrived at the infirmary. She took a deep breath and stepped inside with the tray of vials.

"Thaddeus, we have the cure and vaccine. Let's get this done, quick and easy. I'll take the people on the left and we can meet in the middle. Everyone gets the cure and vaccine."

Josie immediately got to work on Thaddeus' go and at the end, all they could do was monitor what happened next.


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Family
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Finn had lost track of the hours. Since Rose woke, since promising he'd never leave her side, it had been a bit of a blur. Watching her sleep, even though there was clearly less pain twisting and tensing her face, made Finn's stomach tighten. He just wanted her to be okay. Desperately, more than anything, and sitting here, biting his nails and watching the minutes go on and on and on… it only served to make him more anxious.

Phasing in and out of a half conscious daze, not sure if he was desperately tired or wide awake, legs already prickly and asleep from being in the chair too long, Finn stared forward at Rose's fragile form, trying to ignore the somehow heinously loud ticking of the clock.

"...You should get some sleep, Finn…" The voice came softly from behind the younger man, as Penny approached. She held a blanket in hand, and draping it over his shoulders, pulled a chair next to his, sinking into it, giving his shoulder a nudge with her own, "...Hey."

At the voice, Finn jolted, fists balled urgently before him until he realized it was Penny, ignoring the blanket as he jumped upwards to crash into her arms, hugging her tightly. "You're okay," he said breathlessly.

"Oof… Ow." Grimacing, with a small laugh, Penny nodded, "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. I'm alright. Just maybe… easy on the tackle there." Patting his back, she smiled, "How's Rose? Sorry I didn't get a chance to come by sooner… Been a weird day."

Biting back the emotions that rose in his throat, Finn finally let go, sinking back into the chair he'd been in previous, tugging the blanket around him. "Sorry." He murmured. Even after getting her ass kicked… she still made sure he was alright. "Sh-she's getting better." Finn whispered, pulling his legs up against his chest. "Y-yeah… s-sure has. Guess you can call it weird." He looked off to the side, finding it hard to look at Penny fully.

Her eyes skimmed the room, and a frown traded places with the smile as she shook her head. Francis, Nick… Lucas… It was a lot to take in. In the corner, partially concealed behind the curtain barrier, she could see the shape of Devon, huddled near Danica… So many lives affected by something so small. Life was fragile… and hell if she understood it…

"About to get weirder, Finn." She continued softly, "...The um… the guy… Nate? The one you brought in with you?"

Finn's gaze flickered back to Penny at the mention of Nate. He picked at a hangnail on his finger. "I tried to get an answer out of him, 'bout who he was, but Deck insisted we just take him along. S-so if h-he turned out to be some psycho… i-it's Deck's fault. All Deck."

Laughing dryly, Penny shook her head, "I know who he is, Finn." Turning her head to the side, she tucked the hair back behind her ear, gesturing to the small tattoo there, "NT. Nate Turner. He saved my life, when I was…" Breathing in, she considered what exactly to say… but another look around the room made the decision easier than she anticipated, "My life hasn't been exactly easy, Finn. I don't make it a habit of bitching about it, because what happens happens, and I can't change that. Long story short, I ran away from my mom when I got sick of her jackass boyfriends gettin' handsy with me. Ended up on the street, and after a while I ran into this guy who hooked me up with a friend of his, ran a club. Wasn't… wasn't the sort of club a fifteen year old girl belonged, but that didn't exactly stop him. After a few years, I got pulled into some pretty heavy stuff… Then Nate showed up. And he pulled me back out. And I thought… for a really long time that I got him killed for it. Turns out, I was wrong. I… also underestimated what all of it meant, until today." Shifting, she lowered her gaze, picking at her nail, "...He's my dad, Finn."

Finn blinked, eyes wide. Penny had just spilled out an abridged version of her life, and hell if he'd ever expected it. Clutching the blanket tightly as Pen spoke, he almost caught himself looking to Rose, the words you were right on his lips. She couldn't respond. Finn looked away.

"Your… you…. He's…" Finn muttered, unable to push out a sentence that perfectly captured all he wanted to say. Finn sucked in a breath, and tried again. "Your dad." He echoed. "That's, um. Hell. Crap. Um." He brought his hands up to his face, shaking his head. "That was a lot. That was too much. Penny, holy crap, Penny, I'm so sorry, I…." He breathed. "Your dad. You found your dad. C-c...congrats?"

"Don't apologize, Finn." Penny added, with a note of gentle amusement, "...I lived it, but it doesn't own me. Never did. I never let it. The crap we go through… it makes us who we are, but it doesn't need to define the person we become. And anyway… I'd never have found Rogue if I didn't go through it." Pausing, she breathed in, "The dad thing, though… That uh… that was a hit. I honestly just kind of always thought he was some deadbeat creep, like the rest of mom's boyfriends. But Nate was… is… Man. I don't even know how to wrap my mind around him being alive. Let alone…"

Breathing out again, she shrugged, "Oh… and speaking of dads…"

Finn swallowed, throat dry. "Speaking of dads? Are there more? More dads?" He chuckled weakly, shaking his head. "If you, uh, pull my dad from b-behind the curtain.." Finn shifted nervously, suddenly uncomfortable at his own joke.

Penny chuckled weakly, shaking her head, "...Not behind the curtain." Biting the inside of her cheek, Penny stared at the hopping heart monitor beside Rose, watching it quietly for a moment before continuing, "...Few days back, Alys told Deck they had a kid together… told him that he didn't make it. Turns out, she lied."

"Oh… my god." Finn croaked, leaning up in his chair, head swimming. First, he'd barely processed the idea that Deck had been married. To that. Now… they'd had a kid? Or did have a kid? "Wh...where…. What happened… how….?"

"He… Keegan's brother has him, Finn." Pinching her brow, she leaned forward. It was a lot. She knew it was a lot. It was a lot for her - it was definitely a lot for Finn. But she couldn't hold it in. Not when she felt like she was already losing her mind.

"...Alys claims Kaiden's holding their son for leverage. But I don't buy it… Bitch didn't even name him… When… when things cool down around here, we're gonna go find him. Rescue him. And Deck… he…" Breathing in, she managed a small, weary smile, "He wants us to be a family, Finn. Me and him, and… the Deckling."

Finn let out a small, strained laugh. "Deckling," He echoed, grinning weakly. "Penny… I'm so happy for you. You deserve it. I-if you need backup, I'm.. I'm comin', okay? Moment you say my name." Finn said firmly. Keegan's brother… Alys…. There was so much evil against them, but Penny was sitting right across from him, building a family. Finding happiness. He was desperately proud, filled with happiness.

"It's…. It's a lot." She answered, breathing out again,"I want it. I do. I never thought I would, Finn. But… God… I really do. I just… I don't know how to… But thanks. I heard you were pretty badass, today… Used the air punch, yeah?"

Finn's eyes twinkled, nodding gently. "Y-yeah… just like you taught me, Pen. It was… it was awesome." He bit his lip. "Don't… don't go running off like that again, yeah? I… I don't know what I'd do without you. You're kind of… you're kind of the person I look up too, so. Lost some role model points when you up and ditched like that." Finn shifted uncomfortably. "Do I like… owe you a summarized backstory now, or..?"

"I know. But hey, cut me some slack… The guy was dead and now he ain't, and my boyfriend's crazy ex-wife was holding him hostage. I'm new to this… relationship stuff. And I did leave a note." As he continued, she sat back with a small laugh, "What? No. Hell no. You don't owe me anything, Finn. I told you cause I trust you. And anyway… I figured out of context you'd just be lost. Mind wander off…" With a wink, she nudged his shoulder, "That's not to say if you ever wanna talk about it you can't.. Just on your time."

Nodding slowly, Finn returned his gaze to Rose's form. "..So much happened." He said quietly, looking somewhere far off, eyes glassy. "Someone died… everyone got sick…. you ran off…" He shuddered. "Rose said… She kinda nailed you perfectly, Penny. Said the moment she saw you she knew you'd… been through it too. N-not like anyone hasn't, but.." He looked back at her taking a shaky breath. "I'm scared for her. I'm scared for all of them. I was scared so bad for you too. When does it stop… all this fear..?"

"I dunno that it does, Finn." Reaching out, Penny laid a hand over his, "But that's why we have each other. We're a family, and we protect each other. And when you have something like that, Finn? You can't lose. Not really. No matter how scary or how bad it feels. So long as you have something worth fighting for? Something worth coming back to… they can't beat you." A sigh escaped, and rising slowly, Penny gave his hand a squeeze, "I've gotta run some scenario exercises with Deck… You gonna be alright here, alone?"

Swallowing uneasily, trying to take her words and remind his aching heart of their meaning, Finn looked up at Penny. "I… y-yeah. J-just gonna drop all that on me and l-leave, huh?" Finn said with a weak laugh. "I-it's okay… I'll be fine, Pen." He took a breath and smiled wearily up at her. "...Glad you're okay."

Laughing softly, Penny shook her head, "You can handle it, Finn. You're stronger than you give yourself credit for. Only been a few weeks, and I'm already beyond impressed with how you've grown. But I always knew you were gonna be something great." With a wink, she gave him a ginger nudge in the jaw with her knuckles, "Thing about having a dad, suddenly… It doesn't hit as hard as I expected. Cause I've had a family for a long time, now. And I wouldn't trade it for the world."

Hs smile grew bigger, turning into an appreciative grin. The gentle nudge against his jaw had a small giggle falling out of Finn, and even though his eyes were wet, the happiness that swelled in his chest seemed to overpower the tears that threatened to fall. "You always knew, huh?" He whispered, almost half in disbelief.

Family… he was her family. He had a family. "Me too, Penny. Me too."

"You lemme know when she wakes up, yeah?" Giving his shoulder a squeeze, she nodded, "See ya, Finn…" And releasing him, Penny headed for the exit.

Watching Penny go, Finn settled back into the chair, tugging the blanket around him, a soft smile still lingering as he allowed himself to finally fall asleep.

It hadn't been more than half an hour when Josie came in, waking Finn up to tell him she'd come to administer the cure they'd successfully synthesized. After Josie had gone, Finn took Rose's hand. It was only a matter of time before she woke up, and he was going to be right here for it.

"What'd I tell you, Rose?" He said with a small smile, running his thumb over the back of her hand. "Knew you were gonna be fine. I knew it."
 
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