Orphans Beloved: "Imbalance…"
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…
Mrs. S's place…Kitchen table…
"I really think you ought to let me boil those noodles in some water, sweetheart." Mrs. S offers.
"Mmmmn…Oh, no, thanks much…You know, I like this so much." Sound of chomping. "That so nice Arthur made it for me before. Have you seen him soon? Will he be coming?" eager look to the seated Sarah.
"Can't say…He's got his own stuff to sort and he's tryin' to learn what he can on his own." Sarah shrugs.
"He is so brave…I tell you how he stood down all those Proleithians at their farm lab alone when I escape, first time?"
"Yeah, he's aces. Look, Helena, we've had a problem. With Rachel. You remember how you wanted to fix problem? Well, I've come to think you were right, after all." Hard stare.
"But, Rachel is our seestra, sestra?" Urp… "Excuse…I gets the gas now, lots."
"She's taken Kira, Helena!" anxious pleading… "Now, I need you to kill Rachel and get me daughter back...!"
"But, sestra...I am with the childs, yes? And...And..." Sob. "Killing is sooo wrong...I kill Mama, Sarah. And I see now she was only trying..." weeps.
"It's the hormones, love." Mrs. S notes to the fuming Sarah.
"Hormones, schormones, Helena! License to kill, meathead! Go, kill!"
"Sarah? You are so violent person...Try reasoning with crazy sis. I think I go stay with seestra Ally and her nice husband and kids, thanks. They are nice, respectable peoples." She rises.
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Meanwhile…At the Hendrix home…Basement stairs…
"I just knew Ainsely was involved, instinctively, you know?" Allison notes to Donnie as they lug a zippered bag…A large, zippered bag…A body-sized, large, zippered black bag. "Careful…Backwards one step at a time, take as much time as you need."
"Well, you were right on the money, sweetheart. And doesn't it feel better to know you didn't kill an innocent person?" beam.
"Oh, it's like a weight lifted. And you…" return beam. "Oh, my sweet Donnie, you saved us. Chad might have killed me and the kids. God, who could ever believe that clown was actually a Dyad molecular biologist and Ainsley's superior."
"Incredible…But at least he had the courtesy to bring a black bag along with him, even if it was meant for you." Grin… "Ooops…" Thump on stairs.
"Careful! We don't want the bag to open, we'll never get Chad's oozing brains and blood out of the carpet."
"Sorry." Sigh.
"No, honey…My fault. I stumbled. It's ok, just please be careful and don't fall going down. I couldn't bear it if anything happened to you."
"You're the sweetest, Allykins."