Orphans Beloved… "Deleted…"
Summary: Like my Immortal Beloved bits in my Buffyverse stories, these are fragments and short bits, some longer…Just to fiddle with ideas, possibly forming longer tales later.
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S3…
Dyad Institute...
Rather early am...
"So, I just want to say. If you and these goons of yours ever bother my wife or my…" Donnie, in suit glaring at Rachel Duncan, in immaculate silver gown, dazzlingly white bandage and glossy black patch over wounded eye, who, frowning, put up a hand to silence him.
"Hendrix, you lumpen fool. I did not have you summoned here, in secret, at this hour, to listen to you mouth nonsensical threats. We know all about you, your life, your work, your social set…If one may take such license as to call it a set…And you will immediately resume your monitoring of your wife or your children will be taken away, you will be put into prison on the stiffest charges we can manage, and your wife will living here as our test monkey." Icy stare. "Now, I want you to bring her in tomorrow for her medical tests and if…" she eyed the gun in Donnie's hand.
"I knew it would be pointless to argue with you. You're a little like Ally in terms of stubbornness but it's over, Rachel."
"Are you insane? You think you can threaten me in my own office and…"
"No threat. And I don't care if I go to jail." Cool tone. "I won't let you torment my wife and her sisters forever like this, you insane freak. And I mean 'freak' personally…Nothing to do with your clonage."
"You wouldn't…" vase shatters next to her, she throwing arms up frantically for protection.
"Silencer…A friend of Ally's, Ramon…You know him? No?...Well, he's very well connected and he got it for me." Donnie beamed. "So we won't be so likely to be disturbed…Well, sorry, Rachel, but you've left me no …"
"Donnie…" she gasped, pleading. "I look like her…You know I do. You can't shoot your own wife. I probably would love you…I would, I know I would…If we spent any time together, you know? I'm just like her…Donnie!" attempt at winsome look. "You can't shoot me…"
"You? You're nothing like Ally…She'd just tell me to stop all this nonsense and put the gun away…"
"That was my second…" Bang!...
"Yeah, I figured it would be…" he nodded at the corpse… He pressed phone button on cell.
"Donnie?" Ally in Rachel wig emerged from closet… "Whoa."
"I'm sorry…" he sighed, tears in eyes. "But…"
"No, no. It's fine…Just help me. Gun?" she looked expectantly.
"Uh…Here…" he offered.
"No…Donnie? We discussed this. In her hand, she's the one committing suicide." Oooh…She eyed Rachel's face.
"Right in the same eye…" she looked at Donnie. "You know, Victor would call it karma or some such nonsense."