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thecautionarywhale) wrote2016-01-05 03:31 pm
thecautionarywhale) wrote2016-01-05 03:31 pm
The morning after [For Eleanor/Daphne]
New Year's Eve had started well. A couple hours out and then back to the Apartment with Daphne. They'd had a few drinks, watched a movie and kissed maybe more than a little. Then the reports started rolling in on television. The animals were attacking.
Juno had sat up, a baseball bat clutched in her hands, watching the cats and Milo. She was waiting for Captain Jack or Eve to go crazy.
Hours passed, and nothing happened. Eve had abandoned the living room to sleep on Eleanor's bed, and the Captain lay on the couch, curled into a fluffy ball. Milo was asleep in her room, on the floor near to Daphne. At 3am, after being cajoled be her sleepy girlfriend, Juno gives up, deciding that whatever happened to the animals in Darrow had passed their pets by. She puts down the bat (and why is there a baseball bat in their apartment anyway? It isn't even like either of them play the game) and goes to bed.
Sirens wake her the next morning. Groggy, Juno rolls over, reaching for her phone to see what time it is. Barely 7, and Daphne was still asleep. Milo has his head up, listening to the sounds, but other than that looks like he usually does. Alert, attentive, and waiting to alert Daphne if there is a problem.
She slips out of bed, thinking she'll go to the bathroom and get some water and go back to bed. Only her feet don't hit floor. Instead they land on a pile of cds and books, scattered everywhere. Carefully, she picks her way across the room to open her door, thinking that she must have knocked over the shelves while sleepwalking or something. However, that doesn't explain why there's a tipped over coffee table in front of her door, why the couch has moved, or why the kitchen chairs are pushed in front of Eleanor's room.
The hissing makes her freeze. Eve is sitting atop the kitchen counter, watching Juno. She has no idea where the Captain is, and honestly, she's a bit scared to find out.
"Um, Eleanor," she calls out across the apartment, her voice trembling. She hears Milo move and hopes that he's not gone rogue too. Juno wishes she still had the bat. "Eleanor, I think we have a problem."
Juno had sat up, a baseball bat clutched in her hands, watching the cats and Milo. She was waiting for Captain Jack or Eve to go crazy.
Hours passed, and nothing happened. Eve had abandoned the living room to sleep on Eleanor's bed, and the Captain lay on the couch, curled into a fluffy ball. Milo was asleep in her room, on the floor near to Daphne. At 3am, after being cajoled be her sleepy girlfriend, Juno gives up, deciding that whatever happened to the animals in Darrow had passed their pets by. She puts down the bat (and why is there a baseball bat in their apartment anyway? It isn't even like either of them play the game) and goes to bed.
Sirens wake her the next morning. Groggy, Juno rolls over, reaching for her phone to see what time it is. Barely 7, and Daphne was still asleep. Milo has his head up, listening to the sounds, but other than that looks like he usually does. Alert, attentive, and waiting to alert Daphne if there is a problem.
She slips out of bed, thinking she'll go to the bathroom and get some water and go back to bed. Only her feet don't hit floor. Instead they land on a pile of cds and books, scattered everywhere. Carefully, she picks her way across the room to open her door, thinking that she must have knocked over the shelves while sleepwalking or something. However, that doesn't explain why there's a tipped over coffee table in front of her door, why the couch has moved, or why the kitchen chairs are pushed in front of Eleanor's room.
The hissing makes her freeze. Eve is sitting atop the kitchen counter, watching Juno. She has no idea where the Captain is, and honestly, she's a bit scared to find out.
"Um, Eleanor," she calls out across the apartment, her voice trembling. She hears Milo move and hopes that he's not gone rogue too. Juno wishes she still had the bat. "Eleanor, I think we have a problem."
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"I take it New Year's didn't pass quietly, then? And this is what we're stuck with?"
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"Yeah," she says, so tired already and she's only been up an hour. "I would have woken you up last night, but they seemed normal, so I didn't worry about it."
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"Lovely. So whatever this is, it's on a time delay as well." It makes as much sense as anything does these days. I'm sure that whatever this is will pass, it's just a matter of time, right, Father?
"I suppose we should start cleaning all of this up? I fear I may have tracked some blood out and my bedroom is a mess. Eve knocked over all my plants."
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"There's glass all over my room. I think they broke a couple of my cactus pots. Jerks." There's no venom in her words, though, no vitriol or anger at the cats. They can't control it, can they?
"Clean, and then regroup and figure out what's next?"
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I nod, mostly because I don't know what else to say. What else can we do, Father? Poor Eve and the Captain can't really control what they're doing, no more than I could control being turned back into a Little Sister while you were still here. This place leaves us with so little control sometimes, it frightens me.
But there is another pressing matter, "Juno, about what you just saw, about what I can do... I didn't mean to lie, exactly, and I haven't, but...."
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"It's okay. As long as you haven't been x-ray visioning me in the shower, we're cool, okay?"
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"It's dangerous. What I am. Not to you, not directly, but just... dangerous." I don't want to make her worry, but now that she knows, Father, I won't lie to her. What I am is dangerous because it can be done to other people. It can be spread like a plague.
"But certainly not to your showering habits."
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"And I never would, I promise." A promise I hope to keep although we both know, Father, what conditioning can do to a person. What a simple command or the wrong plasmid can accomplish. One gun and one shot was all it took for Mother to steal you away from me and she made you do it. What might someone make me do, if they discovered a way to control me?
"But what I am... it can be replicated. Others can be made like me and they... well, no one who would do that is a good person. And they'd have to use me to do it."
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"But they're not here, and even if they showed up here they'd have to get through me first. Okay?" Juno reaches out to her friend, taking her hand. She might not be big or super-powered, but she'd kick the city down if it meant keeping her safe.
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That's what I'm afraid of, Father, but I'm not altogether certain Juno understands the risk. And I hope she never does. I hope she never faces anything like what happened in Rapture. But I can't tell her that. I don't think she would believe me if I did, so I just give her a hug. Rare for me, I know, but I rather think she's earned it.
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It's Juno who's the touchy one in this friendship, so when Eleanor hugs her it's a surprise. "I- It's okay Eleanor."