Authors note: sorry I haven't updated, I hurt myself up falling – up- the stairs, because I am just that clumsy. This is Cannon for season 3, episode 8. 'So do our minutes hasten" - Some things will be the same, other thing won't be after that point.
Also I am not shipping Julian and Carlos because of the age difference. I inquired with some peers about this, so maybe next time.
Disclaimer: I don't own Continuum, and I don't own Agents of Shield, or any other characters I bring in from Tower Prep and the Marvel universes, I also do not own a parrot.
Kiera Cameron snuggled up on her couch with her coffee, she balanced it on her knee as she sat on her couch facing the window, savoring the silence.
"Kiera are you there?" A voice in her in said
She closed her eyes, realty falling down on her. "Morning Alec."
"I found something on Liber8, Garza? She was talking to Julian after the Betties death. Then there's where you meet them."
She got up. "I think Liber8 is planning something, their gathering their allies, seeing who and who they cannot convert."
"Carlos came to see me last night, don't bother looking for Julian, he's out of the picture." Alec sounded like he didn't care about his stepbrother. "It's been taken care of."
Kiera had never been afraid of heights, after all she had lived in this apartment as a child, but staring out she felt sick in her stomach. "Got it."
Kiera waited for Carlos at the office, today they were all going to attend the funeral for Betty, next week it would be the officer they had found, Mark Kings. The office was reeling from the two deaths in less than a month.
He came in late, the circles around his eyes were darker than before. Kiera raised an eyebrow as he sat down. "Late night?"
Carlos glanced around. "You could say that." He started tugging on the edges of his dress uniform. Kiera stared at her partners bloody finger nails, frowning.
"Did something happen?" it was slightly rhetorical, they both knew something had happened. "You look like you haven't slept."
"I'll talk about it later, did Alec contact you about Julian?" He asked, rubbing his hands.
"He was pretty distant about it all, he didn't go into detail."
He started to get up from his desk. "Yeah well, it's not like you and Julian are best pals."
"I do care about what Theseus becomes." Kiera retorted.
Carlos muttered as they left with the rest of the department to go to the grave. "That's the problem."
Kiera raised an eyebrow at the state of Carlo's car as she passed it, towels and a coat where on the back seat, as well as jammed newspapers and random things including a backpack, were in the foot space of the back. She herself was carpooling with someone else, but she wondered why the normally neat car was a total pit.
The sky was a deep gray, the drizzle creating a slightly musical patter on the black parade of umbrella's and uniforms. The smell of wet grass and lilies filled the air, the whites contrasting against the blacks and grays of the uniforms. The priest stopped and started, filling the grave was many more people in black came, Nora Harris from internal affairs, stood beside a violet haired young woman. Some of these people were dressed in suits, others only came in black t-shirts and pants, plenty had their phones out, and some even were sitting with laptops on the sidewalk outside of the graveyard.
Many of those with phones had flowers, most look sad, a couple looked angry, as the coffin was lowered into the ground the priest stopped speaking, many guests turned around.
All the video ads were hacked, each and every one showing Betty. Flashes of Betty on camera, security footage of Betty, her usernames, Facebook likes, her posts- blurred to make it too hard to read, messages, comments on her videos, her advice, everything good she'd ever done on the internet.
Kiera looked around, she nudged a women beside her who was on her phone. "What's going on?"
The girl looked up. "All the hackers, geeks, tech people, anyone who knew her over the internet, we're here to honor her, I might not be hacking, but most here are, trying to give her a send-off that won't be forgotten." Her bright brown eyes shined with tears.
They delegation waited till the priest found his voice again and the coffin was lowered into the ground. The hacks stopped, then like a flock of crows the surprise quests dispersed into the shadows.
Cameron raised an eyebrow at the women who still stood beside her. "Aren't you going to leave?"
She shrugged. "I taught her some of the hacks, but I didn't hack anything just now." She held her hand out to Cameron "Skye."
"Kiera Cameron." They waited in silence to say their last goodbye to Betty.
As Kiera and Carlos left the graveyard they sat on a bench for a minute. A phone went off, the vibrate was loud enough Kiera could hear it, breaking her remembrance. A brunette, with oddly colored eyes picked up, her black trench coat nearly hiding the metallic bracelet around her wrist as she put her phone to her ear.
"Hello? If this isn't urgent-."
She stopped lowering her voice, Cameron nudged Carlos, gesturing that they should listen.
"Why? I was told to wait till tomorrow to come in- ."
"Which one?" She bit her lip. "1246? The only issue would be consent-."
The women glanced around red eyes looking over to Nora the internal affairs inspector. "Understood, I'll come straight away."
She glanced back down at the two detectives who were listening in, quickly she poked Carlos's shoulder with a gloved hand. "You're cops right?"
Cameron glanced at Carlos, "I'm Detective Cameron, and this is my partner Detective Fonnegra."
The woman gave them a smile, one that didn't reach her half closed eyes. "I'm sorry to ask this, but could you please tell Inspector Harris from you Internal Affairs department that I had to go as the mystery suicide case that New-Hope hospital received last night, is now on the edge of death. She most likely won't understand, but she won't take it out on you." Before Kiera could say anything the girl ran almost seeming to shimmer and then fade as she did so, into the crowd.
Carlos seem to turn slightly paler at that, as soon as Kiera got up he dialed something on his phone, though apparently didn't get a reply.
"The service was beautiful." Kiera tried to comfort Dillon has he slammed himself into his office. She closed her eyes as Carlos started to argue with Dillon behind the closed doors, connecting herself to Alec.
"Alec, could you run a search on the young woman who talked to us?"
The tiny voice in her ear sounded worried. "No, she just ends up as a result for too many people, half of whom are dead."
"Just declared deceased?"
"No, like found dead on the ground – I checked police reports, newspapers, government files, the only place I haven't checked is S.H.E.I.L.D or Liber8."
"Thank you Alec, keep me informed of everything."
Carlos came out scowling, the internal affairs inspector Nora Harris raised an eyebrow then went in.
Kiera looked up from her computer. "I warned you."
He glared, going to over to the files, she spun her chair around. "What did he say?"
"That we should take some personal time, which is good cause I hate this thing." He ripped the tie off his neck.
She checked her phone, "I got three messages from some pushy doctor a 'Simmons' wants to meet me at the Exchange tomorrow."
He growled as he grabbed his gun. "Well your day's looking up. Hot date." Carlos stormed out of the office, He sent a text to Alec asking to meet him.
Carlos showed Alec where he kept the body, Alec took a nervous step into the door, almost vomiting when he saw Kiera's dead body.
"Holy – sh, two of me, and two of her. She, she said she'd told me everything, but she was still lying."
"Yeah, were originals, she was an original, the other two there, different, they're the same but not- if you know what I mean." He leaned against the freeze wall.
Carlos slightly he pulled himself to more pressing matters. "I don't know for certain, but its possible Julian saw this, maybe not who it was, but the body bag. If that's the case then once, if he gets better you're going to need a reason behind it."
Alec tore his eyes away from it. "I don't know what's going to happen, I know Julian, and it's most likely that I can't look after him, at all."
Carlos smirked slightly. "That wouldn't be funny, much. What about you mother?"
Alec shook his head. "I haven't told her, not yet. But I'm not sure how well that would go down. The farm has too many places that Julian knows, she'd have to lock him in his room basically to keep him away from dangerous objects, and I don't know if they even are talking to each other – he told me, when I last met him – to tell her he was sorry." He shook his head as the left the zone and Carlos relocked it.
Carlos frowned. "The suicide rate has been going up dramatically. I don't know how long the hospital will keep him for, but even after that, there's no family members that I would trust to keep an eye on him."
Alec nodded. "The last time me and Julian met I pretty much pushed him over the edge, and Mum shouldn't have to deal with that. The only option would be friends, and I don't know any of his that aren't Liber8."
Carlos winced. "That bad, if he lives there's nobody around – I wish I could ask for advice, but I'm most likely to get 'lock him up', not that the thought hasn't crossed my mind."
Alec spun round. "What about you?"
"What?" Carlos exclaimed.
Alec spoke faster. "You could look after Julian, you're a cop – you've had all the security checks, Julian doesn't hate you personally, and you have something to guilt him with!"
Carlos sighed, rubbing his head. "I'll think about it."
Just as he was about to do up his seat belt and drive to the hospital to find out what happened, his phone went off. Carlos let of a series of swearwords and drove just under the speed limit to the precinct.
Kiera hurried to Carlos as he stormed into the office. "Dillon's been in his office, he's been talking to a bunch of agents!"
That made him raise an eyebrow. "From what?"
"S.H.I.E.L.D, apparently they're here because of the murders." She hissed in his ear. "There's a two woman and 3 guys.
The inspector Nora came in, struggling to keep up with the same young women from the funeral. The droplets fell from her hair, down the smooth surface of her coat. They sat in the blue visitors chairs, Nora whispering to her companion.
Kiera stared at her partner. "Are you alright Carlos?"
Carlos looked down at the paper in his hands, he'd twisted and ripped it in confetti. "Yeah, fine."
"Save it Carlos, you've been acting up since last night what's going on?"
"Nothing!" he hissed as they were right outside the office.
"First Alec, now you what's going on?" Kiera clenched her fists.
The door swung open. A middle aged man standing in the door way answered. "That's what we going came to find out. Agent Coulson, S.H.I.E.L.D."
