Orphans Beloved: "Game of Clones…"
Summary: Like my Immortal Beloved and Sheldon Swifties bits in my Buffyverse and Sheldonverse, these are fragments and short bits, some longer…Just to fiddle with ideas, possibly forming longer tales later.
Disclaimer: No copy write infringement intended…
(Note-of course I mean to use this title again.)
Dyad Institute…April 2015…
"So this is your list of demands…?" Marion Bowles stared at the group…Sarah, Ally, Cosima, Antoinette, and the recently escaped Helena. Art and Fee in support.
"Else you'll go public and claim to have enough evidence to implicate some very important people in serious charges?" she eyed Sarah.
"And other things…" Sarah noted.
"Ms. Manning…Mrs. Hendrix…Dr. Niehaus…Ms…Mr. Sawicki…Ms…" The dapper fortyish man by Marion, identified by her as "Mr. Ferdinand, of Topside", oliogelatinous smile.
"Mrs. Bell…" Helena noted. "Official as of yesterday. So I am now unquestionable citizen."
"Congratulations…" Ferdinand beamed.
Grateful beams from Sarah, Ally, Cos to the somewhat sheepish Art… Above and beyond.
Fee, puckish look…
Not all that above and beyond…After listening to Helena rave all the way home from Northern Canada about how this was the second time "Arthur" has saved her. First from the Proleithians, all by himself, standing like Jesus in the field without arms while she slipped away, in bridal gown no less, a true sign. Then from Major Dierden and his flock of would-be British Empire restorers and their clone army.
"But you all do realize…" Ferdinand began. "That while we are willing to do what we can to accommodate you, within reason…"
"Rachel's going to join us, friend. She knows you lot tried to kill her now you've decided she's a liability. Her testimony's on disc, tape, printed out…And she's secure." Sarah noted.
"Looks like the girls got you, pal." Tony sneered. "And I have a few things from my boy to add to the pile."
"And we have Major Dierden and his commanding officer, likewise in safe hands." Sarah noted. "They might not implicate the military but they'll gladly rat you lot out."
"Sarah…I thought…" Marion tried a warm smile.
"I don't owe you anything, Ms. Bowles. But if you interfere, I can make things uncomfortable for you, so I'd back off…I can see you're the one I need to talk to." Sarah eyed Ferdinand.
"At the risk of being sexist, yes." He nodded, warm smile. "All right, then. Your demands?"
"No monitors. We'll check in periodically, you can have a yearly copy of our medical records. Exams paid for by you…" Sarah noted.
"Some of us aren't rich, man." Tony nodded.
"Art Bell is not bothered and there's no mark on his record." Sarah continued.
"My Arthur is hero, not to be besmirched by likes of yous." Helena, grimly.
"Cosima can make use of Dyad facilities to work out her cure but only Delphine Cormier has access to her work."
"And Scott keeps his job, though he can leave when he wants…" Cos noted.
"Kira and I are never bothered again. You already have her blood samples, that's it." Sarah frowned. "And Cal is included in that never bothered."
"Hey…" Ally, urgently.
"No threats to the Hendrixes, no pressure on Donnie, no 'troubles' with his job." Sarah glared at Ferdinand.
"This all seems reasonable…" Ferdinand shrugged. Sarah eyeing him… "More? Sorry…" he smiled.
"You clone Robb Stark, his mom, and Ned." All five in chorus. Identically grim looks.
Marion blinking…
Ferdinand blinking…Hmmn…
Geesh…What about Joffrey? Does no one love that delightfully fun Joffrey?