THREE weeks.
THREE days.
THREE hours before the FIRST of light,
...didn't EVEN touch the surface of the ghosts that plagued her with their darkness and NEARLY made her lose ALL hope. All of...everything.
TWO texts.
THREE calls.
ONE response,
...unexpected running both ways, but necessary for the REAL demons to shine SOME blood fueled light.
...
"Are you sure?" One nod was all it took, for no one to DARE force the hand away from the one that had so cruelly dealt it's hell uncanny. "Can I get you.." She was cut off instantaneously, before she could even finish the sentence that had put the question in drive to leave the lot.
"Double of Cire Perdue. 46 if you have it." Her brown orbs locked to the tender's blues who had never expected something at a tag that high, to be ordered. If that was going to be thrown down, might as well..join the debt.
"Single Ken. For now." She hadn't expected a call like this, especially from who had made it, but a mild run down, sobbing on the line and guilt the day is long, on both ends, couldn't hurt to knock an eve this way. Good ole boy brought the GOLD coin 'tossed' pair and once more, she couldn't even get a word in. Strangely enough, even on last serve, the bottle was left to them while the Manager kicked the rest out. Before patrons left, they were each adding to a funding they had certainly all found a unified agreement on, which Ken, in a state of surprise, accepted and thanked them for. Upon turnaround and return, he gave her a hard stare when the door was shut, but left unlocked. "I won't trash the joint."
"I know." He reached out with specific digits, dialed and knew she'd answer their little telepathy line, since he had gotten her to accept the call. 'SHE might. But your tab has extra. THIS one nipped my ass. Bottle's on me. Let me KNOW if you need a rougher escort.'
She slid her fingers around the shot, pulled it steadily closer and lifted it, ready to take it like a champ. The other glass, taller at that, was already cleared out of its contents. 'She's..hurtin bad Cap. It's not guilt either.' A quiet sigh, corner eyed observation and she watched the one next to her kick the second down the hatch. 'It's worse Ken. WAY worse. You heard the rumes right?'
Ken continued his nightly routines of straightening up the glasses after dabbing them dry, a heavy shutter running down his spine at the thought. He carefully roped back in some sense of control to the emotional state he was slipping the grip of. It was that fear that sadness from the look in his boy's eyes when he'd handed him the truth from his own lips, over the confirmation of rumors running rampant. 'Didn't I?! Bastard BRAGGED about the conquest on LIVE TV! Guess it didn't work out TOO WELL for him though. His own mama took a few pops in him. The racist, homophobe, anti-alien scum ACTUALLY did us a service. That's why you've hopped back into the scene?'
She watched him saunter around, tidying but studying whom knew they knew she was no fool, to the silent glances now shifted when a double-trouble had ventured down the throat, causing lumps in their own throats to be forcefully swallowed down. Not quietly at that either. 'You could say that.' She poured her own single, brought it to her lips and wondered if this was gonna kick her fiery badge and badass ass after not even twenty on the clock.
He was well aware of the volume the Mac' the two were sharing blared at. It was tempting to join them, but he just kept the idea on the backburner, while addressing the backroom...issue. Ken had forgotten about 'Whiskers' and the not so cheap set of crystal blown wine glasses the blasted feline had made go 'splatter' by the sink. 'It isn't allowed to be broadcast, one has heard.' 'He listened, sweeping the mess up and discarding the contents in the can, wondering what Cap's answer would be. 'It's true. The President has ALREADY cleared it, with several other countries INCLUDING Russia. They wanted first dibs but they've called off the beasts after getting the whole scoop. I'm SCARED for her Keinathe. I really am.' Oh it was a MUTUAL process of eliminating all the other ponderments between them, bringing him strolling back to the front and to the ladies sitting there, but the tension needn't be brought up, to be felt. 'So am I Chainsaw. So am I.'
"Done having your conversation behind mindlined doors?" Ken came back over, somehow not surprised by the guarded tone or observations they honestly figured she picked up on, pulling something from his pocket and unfolding it for both ladies to see. It was a familiar symbol and with it, a signature and a name written in Kryptonese. A hand slowly came up on the counter, with two fingers tracing the glyph of her House. "Your son." For the first time, blue on blue met. He kept eye contact with her, while placing one of his hands over the one that touched the drawing she did for his boy.
"Before you retreat, into that shell you wish to curl into, to protect yourself, know this. When we heard what happened, Al and all of our bars, clubs, even underground establishments, searched high and low, for answers or anything to bring you back home. We never stopped. My son, he had found out what had happened to you. It had been humanity to console him when I couldn't. His human pals, one of them, their father is a former Child of Liberty. Even he reached out to comrades, to help any way he could. We all know about the Crisis. Somehow someone reversed that monster's little rewrite. You know who that one is. She is the one you have always believed was a hero. It's cost her a lot but everyone knows what she did to get all of us off that Earth, at the risk of everything she knew and fought for, even her own life."
"Why are you telling me this?" They could see and feel the trembles, the walls crumbling and the weight of all she's endured, tumbling down. Her balance was shifting, along with her sight and the shadows were chasing her thoughts right to a dismal dead end until there was no comprehension of everything around her. The shot glass was knocked away and the only thing she could grab was the bottle, but even that did her no good. Her head fell back and the moment it did, gravity took over the rest.
"Ken!" He had phased through the bar and held his arms out, to catch the fallen light, who had succumbed to the unconsciousness of darkness. His eyes were glowing two shades of blue, where the rest of his body was a blend of smoke and charcoal grey. He cradled her with as much tenderness as his muscular figure could provide, with his shed away human mask.
The chocolate shade in her shivering hues ran over a face that shouldn't have ANY wounds but it did. There were little cuts here and there, bruises slowly healing, but at a human rate oddly, and scrapes near her ears, scattered all over her neck. In desperate prayer to be wrong about the hunch, she lifted one of the limp woman's arms and inspected the hand. There were scrapes and some nails were broken with one in particular missing part of the plate and horrid marks down at the cuticle. Some of these wounds, they were…...self inflicted.
"Where." She thought she heard him ask her something, but the moment she brought the battered hand to her face and featherlight touched her lips to bruised knuckles, tears had already escaped her watery eyes, letting the pain roll down with them. "Saw..Sawyer." Her head barely raised but it was long enough for him to feel every ounce of sadness, guilt and so much more, through her broken eyes. "NEW condo, right?" She nodded and he shuffled then mentioned the jacket behind the bar. "Keys to the left, down two and com forty-three, sixty-five, ten. We'll get her there, settled. Okay? Then anything you need for her, for you, I'll take care of it. Don't you worry 'bout a thing. You know the snazzy rep you got. They'll raise a glass and toast to your promotion and hell to your return. You've been missed and we felt that aching absence. Even your ex, she rarely pops into Al's these days."
"Anything in particular you need locked or.." She was doing her best to hold it together but bits and pieces of her heart were chipping away, by the sight of someone she still considers her little sister. "Okay." She followed, two locks and a code to the alarm and they were out. She couldn't help it, unsnapping the strap to the firearm on her side, then noticed four of the ones in the bar earlier, along with well over eight or so others, all watching but stepping back. "Wha.." Everyone before them, placed a closed fist against their chests, lowering their heads in the most beautiful of manners. "Tha...thank you."
"Jep, Colbi, gonna borrow the stang yeah?" Ken smiled, even with a now covered hero in his arms. One of the boys had taken off his longer coat and placed it over the one they had all hoped, prayed, wished would return to them. The Captain whistled with a smile. There she was, a sweet little 65 GT top down and ready. Shadow green, the forest night's bliss and well cared for inside and out. "Let me get her settled back there..actually.." He gave that grand shit-eating grin and waited.
"Whoa! Damn doll!" She hadn't expected to be hoisted up like she weighed two quarters and carefully placed in the back. "Gotcha." A little adjusting and she was ready with arms open. The same bouncer badass lowered the precious cargo and they teamed it while she got them settled. "Don't have the belt on." They all laughed as quietly as they could, yeah right and she smiled nice and wide.
"Who would show at this time of eve? No badges for miles. Oh wait! HERE'S one!" Ken smirked, getting an upbringing middle of a digit as a rebuttal. Another good laugh, his bud tossed the keys, with a bit of a wave he thanked him when he caught the ring of jangles. "See to it, the boar is tranqued for the time bein' just for mine and everyone else's sanity." One of his other bouncers for the second club he owned stepped forward some.
"She's drained. No good flyin' high for the city's sky. We'll keep a look out and we've got the heroes dialed in case we need them. Take care of her Cap." She held out her hand and he fist bumped with her. "I heard.." There was this tone that silenced everyone, given from who it was used by, that never showed this level of vulnerability. "..she has been there before. Witnessing her home exploding and then knocked into the pits of silent hell as humans call it. Trapped in that tiny ship, for over twenty cycles in the zone. She suffered..AGAIN for us! Anything Keinathe. Anything!" Everyone nodded, cheered with that inner strength like the warriors they were and saluted. He wasn't done, reaching up and pulling something up over and off his head only to slide it over the 'Paragon of Hope's head where he set the egg-shaped crystal, glowing swirls of purple and blue wrapped in two casted claws on her chest, with it woven into the thick but tightly knotted black chain that kept it there. "My beloved, he would have given it to her himself. Stronger than that Nth stuff, but a piece of home, from him and I to her." A little lean forward and he put his lips against the Kryptonian's ear, whispering to her a prayer of healing, kissed the top of her head and stepped back, to let them depart.
"They won't let her, or anyone else down Cap. You know that." Ken spoke, taking a quieter drive, knowing that their path had been cleared by the residents of the city. "Care for any music on?" She put her head back, stroking fingers through long blonde strands, careful at that when she felt little, no doubt on their way to healing, scabs in a couple spots of the scalp on the right side of such a stubborn skull.
"Oldies, if you can get a good station." Sure enough, he found one and adjusted the volume just right. They remained in silence, just soaking up the tunes, unless she was instructing him where to go. Even when they got to their destination and yet another crowd, though this one smaller, awaited their arrival, she just let them take the reins for now. "Second and left." Ken exited, so did she, with them grabbing what they'd taken with them, while her neighbor, who happened to be a major piece in their occupationally hazardous, dangerous and deadly crew, carried the still slumbering bundle. "He we go." The whispered three there did little to calm nerves rattling a bit too rough in the cage of what ifs'. She shook some hands, got a couple hugs in and one slap in the ass, no doubt from last Weds' rumble in royal blues, all the while trying to ignore the annoying negative thoughts doing their best, certainly not brightest, attempt to steer attention. Both wings, both blends, on a chessboard, flapped together in mutual understanding, to kick it on her shoulders and tell the bastards to fuck off. Can't say it wasn't the first time 'as above, so below' worked in tandem on something.
"You think too much Chainsaw." She smiled at Joaquin and kinda shook her head at some lame ass feat to deny the accusation. "Riiiiiight. Uelis and Jakey Boy got everything logged and monitored Cap. We checked in, out, up, down, and with backup to look back up too, through layers and fine tooth spectra lit the box. No one has eyes, ears, snouts, or any of the in betweens, that will bug ya." A thumbs up, smile and nod, got her up the steps to lead the little pack, while all the rest remained outside but vigil of their surroundings. Two turns, two codes and she was in to point to the master suite. "We've got a delivery and a mighty nice prize of a spiffed pad on it's route. Ought to help things, so you and she can be in close prox while out of the 'detecting' box. This is definitely a thou' step up in footage Cap. Good call."
"Good catch honestly. Got luck on my side with this place and..thank you Rodge. Can you uh, send Helena in?" She placed everything in her arms or hanging from them on her dark marble topped bar style counter and waited until Ken had stepped out. Not one usually to do it, he beat her to it, pulling her little body against his big ole one. She didn't fight it, merely rested her head against him. 'Thank you Ken.' They stepped back, dusted themselves off and stood like they were tough as nails, but the chuckles and little snarky comments got two mid-risers returning the banter.
"Yo Troy! She waaaaaaants you 'gladiating' her outside the arena or...inside, he he he, her areee..oooph.." Rodriguez pretended to fein hurt, by rubbing his belly where she side punched him there. "Abuse!"
"Youuuuu LIKE it! Rough and rugged, ramped and ridin' right?" Helena decided not to provide an inappropriate response to that, to a pearly white toothed smartass newly risen up into a better rank at the station. She went for a calmer idealism.
"Still having to use pull ups with that one I see." In darker red headed, highlighted a smudge, knotted braids the stunning amber hued beauty commented, with the two of them about to shut the door to the bedroom.
"We might need a Costco trip for more wet wipes." They gleamed. "Just in case. Bibs too."
"Bite me!" The Captain was ready to intervene, but just got a half-assed grin from Ken to let it continue, with the door still open, which Helena popped her head out for a moment.
"I'd rather NOT, taste fur for days thanks! Own two cats already! Got enough hairballs thanks!" She kept quiet. "Heard that! Choke on your OWN tail!"
"You LIKE my tail..tssss Hellkitz! One to.."
"Nope! Not in my place hormonal 'tom toms. You wanna go rub up and down each other on catnip treats, take it down the street. Like..four BLOCKS down the street. Away from prying eyes, with music on." They shut up, she sighed and pointed for Helena to shut the door. "Ken will stroke his...ego." A snicker was heard but the moods sidelined swiftly. I need you to.."
"Maggie. You don't have to explain anything, nor that this is about to get more personal here. Tell me what you've got goin' in that stubborn nog of yours Boss. We'll go from there."
"Well, for starters, third drawer down, second side facing you, one pair of those. Tanks and Tees in the drawer up. Figured the cargo pocket loungers would be a good way to go. Socks of the colorful, cozy and calculating, to a fault of the class kind to the left a drawer up."
"You've known her a while, haven't you." Confirmation came with a nod and a finger pointed to the dresser. Helena studied the photo, then went about grabbing what she was going to, before the picture in a beautiful hand carved frame sidetracked her. "Who made.."
"She did. My uh...first birthday of knowing her, she did the falls I told her Sis I wanted to see, on that weirdo bucket list of mine and how rainbows reminded me of shooting stars. Very rare but when you see them, they are that much more precious." The Captain sat next to the snoozing blonde. "I met the Danvers Duo years back, 'bout the same time Chief Dawson's Daughter got the job at L-Corp. At a crime scene no less, teritorial teasing torment of the toughest of good times. Her Sister was closeted and you know me." Helena chuckled with a hiss the minute they unbuttoned the darker longsleeve, not just revealing the navy blue bra. "What..is.."
"F...f..fuck Mag.." Helena tried to get out, only for them to jump back and away from the bed. It was as if both had been burnt so badly by the contact all they could do was retreat and beg for the pain to subside. But this..? She wasn't the one who bolted for the bathroom, who hadn't even reached the porcelain seat in time, before it wasn't just the booze that made a wrong turn and cruised directly into a brick wall crashing out of some focussed state of mind. Nor was it done by any means. "Saw.."
"Gals?" Ken and Joaquin rushed in when they heard a whistling out, yet even they found the will to stomach the sight. "Ohhhhh..ohh shit. Oh man..wha…" Rodge stumbled back, keeping a hand over his mouth, forced to step out, gather his composure, before going to check on his Boss. "Fuck Cap." Jo entered, after running down the hall to the kitchen to snatch one of the many gatorades she kept on hand for good reason, handing her the beverage. He'd brought a couple towels, lysol wipes and himself a bottle too. "Park that irritating ass on the counter. I'll handle the mess." He broke the lid's seal for her, handing it back to shaky hands. Hell, her entire frame trembled badly enough to send shivers through his. Both were interrupted by a more put together woman checking in on their well being, followed by the bar's keeper also inspecting the aftermath.
"We'll finish here. Cap.." She caved, agreed and got help out by a set of amber waves. A hand softly cupped the side of her face, which she leaned into that touch, with eyes shutting just briefly.
"Helena." An arm wrapped around the shivers she had been fighting against, which led to her putting her head on Ireland's gift she'd been blessed with to have as part of her crew. The head resting on hers, moved until lips brushed a temple.
"I'll..step back." Nothing further needed to be said or for that matter explained, when it came to her communicating without words, policy to be a 'badass' on the ship. If you couldn't sink anyone's battle brigade, you weren't meant to play the game. "We'll be..out there." The appreciative gaze gave their minds an ease of the 'worry pacing' of a higher degree, the floorboards felt their layers worn away by. Something was thrown close to her head, but with mad skill she caught the buzzing object, left to answer the moment the door closed behind them. One button…- TALK -
"Cabin isn't in the woods anymore? SAY it ain't so!" That voice, it could be a little harsh at times, brash, tough to a fault, but made with more heart than anyone she'd ever crossed paths with that wasn't from the 'sunny side' of the street. Turns out, a little research over Taquilla!..the floor and sure enough the woman HAD ran the track of DANVERS! The little friendly, friend's hack to attack, had sent the alert rocketting straight through 'what' got mail, down to the nitty gritty that took TWO minutes to drop the beeping bastard's bombastic call to arms. "Shit. Piss. Fuck. I'll.." She pulled the phone away from her ear, looking straight at it, lifting a brow and flipping through the mindscape pages for the damn answer to quite a 'still processing' conundrum.
"She's there." Another voice filled one sense, where she honestly tried to lightly push the other ones away. "I gotta drop trouble off. I'm taking 'chrome mountain' in CASE we need to load up more than what bags and packs on side-bags on bikes can handle. I'll bring my kits. She WANTS to be there. That's gotta be a..well dammit. We can team tag the idea over tender and..'hover' loving care. Her lethal half joining the rendezvous?"
"She BETTER, or it will be sofa snoozing and no soft memory phone head cool-on cushioning tonight. AS she saunters over. Hi babe." ..sarcasm anyone?
"Hey. Guys, er…'ladiiiiiiieeeees, thank you. If I get someone to 'Trek' a beam up, how quickly can you prep, her for travel?"
"Five, WITH your Jack Skelton footsies. Can't go pro, without a nightmare before christmas glow." She smirked, sighed and whistled for aid. "Helena?"
"Do you like have hotties on some 'sex saw' corporation, twenty-four seven? Can I get that number please?" They smiled, dropped the grin though, tasked and gently dressed her, cringing at every mark indicating the length of loss in a void of timeless darkness. "Cap." Helena and her Boss touched hands, held and gripped, grounding the other in a time of dire need. "I'm gonna.."
"You can BET your ass, you're coming with. Can you let Ken and Jo know the plan and..wait. Okay. I got the address. Let em know."
"Got it Cap."
"Team Extreme on par. Check for the instruments, when it's time to play."
"Revved, rolling and will be rocking the block shortly. We can.." The wail ripped away every single cell of composure, for those at site, or those on their way TO that site. Terror tore through all that witnessed what their sound tunnels took in, restricting their hearts with the agonizing scream of the hero, RELEASING their OWN, heart shattering return..
"KARA!"
No one KNEW what to do, upon entry, where eyes were enlarged and all that stepped over the threshold, were left paralyzed in the process by the sight beheld.
"ZHA! ZHA zha..ZHA..SOKAO sozao..ZHA! Zha..dokhahsh ZHA DOKHAHSH! SOKAO FAHTUL! SOKAO! LET...sem vo..dhehriv.." The cries to the torment still felt, while begging 'NO! No no, NO PLEASE..' with aching, PLEADING for the darkness, to let her go. Her body, bucking up, arching then dropping, gasping and writhing, surrounded by what appeared to be some white fog or steam, continued those haunted motions, letting the last words slip..leak out with the tears rolling down in the cruelest of excruciations, just..to..'let..me..die.' Begging to, be free..
Blue eyes, close to white, were void of pupils, merely left with that same dismal frost-temp fog. The entire room had fallen far below the chill of winter or even the coldest glacier covered land. A crowd had gathered, with some that had attempted to aid, now forced back by the frigid hell no one could muster up the strength, or power, to shield from in order to get to the hero in the room. Or so they thought.
"MOVE!" The word, that one commanding word, went from English, to..either Italian or French, she wasn't sure, to Spanish, even Russian, to start. Then to languages so accented, dialect inflicted, and those some of the aliens recognized, rolling off a hooded figure's tongue, by a woman that raced the stairs, rushed through the rest of the crowd and into the icelion toxicity of death without any ounce of fear or unrelenting demons that haunted the entire space. Once finally still enough, if you could call it that, the stranger looked like something out of an archery film, partnered with a tad tinge of Creed combined. They were in black and a certain shade of blue, striped down part of the attire, as if they were a street bike racer. But FINALLY said hood was slapped away and short slicked back auburn tinted red hair provided some identity, with a minor glance to the side and behind, where the streak of that same blue, ran down the side of just a few strands, bestowed them a bit more of a description. There was black traced eyeliner but blue brushed shades around a pair of determined dark chestnut hues and that LAST evidence, GAVE her..
"D..Danvers?" The woman's head slapped forward, refocusing where it had intended to stay all along, where she shook the shock away and acted instantly. She didn't CARE if something froze so badly it fell off, including fingers or other limbs. She was going to help..HER, "Little...Danvers.." An arm flung to the side and a hand, open with an offering, she didn't hesitate to take after such a once upon a long time passed. She was pulled forward and her knees hit the side of the mattress. "What..can I do."
"Z..Zulian..Maletarians,dokhahsh sokao sem..sem vo dhehriv.." The chill had pulled back some, releasing the constriction it had cast violently upon the Kryptonian. The steam, that bit of an ominous icy presence, no longer puffed out from quivering pale lips. Eyes weren't as white, shivering a tiny shred of blue back into orbs usually bringing warmth and hope when Supergirl looked their way, returning the first showing of pupils. The whimpers, the tears, trembles and harder intakes of air, brought a mute fringe to what had been revealed. "Th..th..they wo..won't..le..let me..d..d..diiie.."
"Come on, long slow breaths. You can do it, Little Danvers." She hoped this wouldn't be a great failure, but knew her ex needed a minute to compose herself, remaining soft in tone while on point. One more minute. 'Maybe two, for Danvers.' Almost instantly that same majestic tongue blessed the air but with its presence, it wasn't as gentle, though tried to be for only one's sake.
"NO phantoms here Kir Aoe. They're gone. You're safe. Please..pleeeease don't, don't wish..to die. I..I lost..I watched..he..you..di..disappear. I..cou...couldn't save you. It..took too long. Kara...I..I'm sor.." That's it. She was done. Crumbling down, did those strong walls go.
"Wai..Aoe." Arms flew up, hands found their target and the former Director of a now dismal ended DEO, suited as Sentinel let her body go and lowered the rest of the way over her light, letting the Captain's hand free. Arms not so strong at the moment, held onto her like she was 'Hopes' last ounce of a lifeline. A little gathered composure and shift of body weight, and the frame she was pressed against, she lifted off the bed, leaving the master chamber. The petite little spitfire followed.
"Zhavh Kahjoi!" Another hero ran through the doorway, somewhat shouting a command M'gann had taught them, just as she slowly walked out of the hall with her exhausted little sister. "She's.." Russets to chestnuts, down to the precious one held by already shaking arms, gazes went. "Let.." Weighted steps brought a spin around and poise to protect, which Dreamer would with every breath left in her, including a dying one if it came to such. Her stance, forthwith relaxed when they both eyed the gang coming in, halted on a shiver but then softly coming towards them. One in particular had already closed the distance, placing a dark red and blue disk over the hero in Sentinel's grasp. With contact against 'Hope's chest, it spread over her body, granting a layer of warmth, while protecting her identity. "It's like she's wearing a.."
"DEO agent suit, like the old one Winn made? Clever." Emeralds glistened, relinquishing a smirk for them, surely needed honestly. "Sam. Lucy..hi." Both ladies were checking her out. At that very moment, Helena popped her head in, whistled and scoped out the gang with a pair of hungering eyes. Their attentive natures slipped away, when the realization hit that the room's temperature had risen nearly back to a normal one. "Phew."
"Got the truck decked and cushioned in the back, with a spiffy retractable dome. We can get her out of here, head to Lady L's pad. I can take three, to camp and two cabin riding with me. 'Rocketeer' here.." Earthly greens narrowed and a tongue popped out in protest, "..don't tempt me to take that between my teeth and.." A clearing of one's throat knocked the attempt of a 'night rating' banter away. "She can take one with her. I take it that Ducati out there would be your steed?"
"You would be correct." She shifted her arms, feeling the weight removed from them, with Sam hoisting her sister up and into her own. "Got her? Whoa. Saaaaam..?"
"That I do, and we can play discussion board later. Hi Helena." She smiled, where Troy did the same, adding a purr for good measure. "Maybe later." The Captain just covered her face and shook her head.
"I'll lock up. Get every one of your sexy asses, outta my place. I swear. Too much candy in my bowl." The group was shoved to the exit, where the boss straightened up the slight mess, strapped her gear to her, including a little pack of weaponry, snatched her favorite black rider jacket and took to the closure, turning the key and hearing the three clicks signalling both objects turned in the right direction. "Nice suit." A smirk, thumbs up and thus the hero trampled away down the steps to where rides await. "Spiffy toys, eh Little Luthor?"
"You cannot help yourself can you." Lucy chuckled, until..
"Well you know me, Little Lane. Gotta keep things on the same method of entitlement."
"It's like, what do you call them?" Nia, while in her Dreamer attire started out, "coping mechan.."
"Not exactly. She compartmentalizes things. Though, it can be a coping mechanism, but no doubt her routines evolve around some she uses in her everyday duties."
"No 'psyching' me, Little Olsen." The Psychologist glared. "Just Sayin."
"Hey! Pipe and 'punch it' into gear folks!" They shuttered at the tone.
"Aye aye Captain." They descended and got salutes of sorts from Sawyer's crew and others.
"Oh she's a Captain too?" Helena asked. Jo snickered and pretended to moan with his gayest pose, like he was about to sing in an opera.
"Ohhh Captain! Myyyy Ca..oooooph.." A fist side socked him at the gut making him bend over.
"Behave." She warned him. He groaned mildly but gave a thumbs up and rubbed his covered pack of abs punched in a not so abusive way. "Down and out!" They packed, prepared, placed 'Hope' carefully in a rather cushioned back and two instructional lessons, bringing the canopy top slid over where it was needed most. They secured everything, mounted their stallions and called out as one unit, journeying on and to better equipped pastures. Next stop? 'Kieran's Castle'.._