Orphans Beloved: "Attack of the Fifty-foot 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-There are always these minor consequences to any great advances in Science.
Part IX…
"Wow…I cannot believe you found this place, it's incredible." Donnie noted as he walked around the deep pit in which they'd found seclusion. "I think I found a fossil." He held up a rock for her to view…The faint impression of bone visible.
"My, I think you did, Donnie. Wow. Keep that for the kids." Ally urged. "Actually, Sarah mentioned it…It's where she buried poor Katja Obinger. It's a working quarry but very isolated, for Toronto." she looked around, sitting up in her toga-like collection of white sheets, pulling them round her.
"And may the 'goddess' say…You were pretty incredible yourself, Mister H." she grinned at him.
"Anything to please milady goddess." He bowed.
"Ohh…" she yawned, stretching a bit. "How long you think it's gonna take the Dyad people?"
"Not long, and ya know, this is a good place to get you safely on board without too much notice whatever they send." He noted.
"A flatbed truck no doubt…Me strapped down in black bag. Giant black bag…" Sigh.
"No way…Pink or we don't go." He gave mock-serious look.
"You…Donnie, you have so been there for me these last few…" she teared up.
"I only wish I'd been there for you from the start, Ally." He sighed.
"That was my fault…I should have trusted in us and you. I never should have kept all this from you, we could've played Dr. Leekie like a violin. You probably could have gotten Beth to see there was hope." She shook head.
"That's so sad about your sister. I am sorry you lost her. Really." He sighed. "She sounds like she was quite a girl. I wish I had met her."
"I just feel badly about her…" Ally rubbed cheek. "She tried so hard to be strong for us, Donnie. She wanted to protect us but… And poor Arthur Bell, so in love with her…Anyone can see he's doing all he does for us for love of her." She patted the ground for him to sit by her.
"That's a shame too." Donnie nodded, coming over to sit. "He seems like a great guy. I'm grateful for all he's done for you guys…For me and the kids, too, I know."
"It's not too cold for you?" she asked.
"It's a little nippy but I'm ok…What about you?"
"Actually, I'm warm…Must be the afterglow…" she grinned at him.
"You actually did seem pretty warm. I hope you're not sick on top of this."
"I feel fine right now. Terrific, actually. Though…A little hungry, how about you?" she eyed him.
"I wouldn't mind something. Maybe when we get to Dyad or they could stop on the way…?"
"Doubt they would…Not exactly the souls of courtesy, those people…" grim look.
"I could go try and get something from the stores down the road…"
"No, they might come and bag me while you're gone…Besides I don't want you wandering about here. I don't like this neighborhood. I can wait till we get to Dyad. God knows they owe us a meal at least. So, you said I gained a little, you think?" she looked at her feet. Don't seem bigger…
"I'd say three feet, maybe. You didn't feel it?" he looked her over. Yeah, about 15 or 16 feet now.
"I was so…Busy…" wicked grin… "And feelin' so good…" she gave him coy smile. "I don't think I noticed anything else. Though I did pass a little gas, just as we started…Maybe a little cramp then."
"Oh…" he nodded. Gulping a bit, remembering the choking cloud about him…Before the most profound moment of his existence…
"Thanks for not mentioning it…You're a gentleman, Hendrix." She beamed.
"I've had my moments." He nodded. "And I've passed a little at times myself, I'm sorry."
"Only natural…That's the great thing about marriage, Donnie. We don't have any veils, it's all out there. No phoniness…No posing. Hope it wasn't too much out there, though honey. You did look a little pale for a moment."
"Awe in the sight of such beauty…" he smiled. "But I do relish being the guy Alison Hendrix takes the makeup off and hangs round in her jammies and curlers with."
"… 'And you're still here…'" she sang a snatch, happily. "Alanis…" she noted.
"O, Canada…" he grinned.
"Hard to believe we're the land of Alanis, William Shatner, and the Dyad Institute's evil HQ." she frowned.
"I'm just pleased to be in the land of Alison Regina Hendrix." He beamed.
"Donnie?" she looked at him, suddenly a bit down. "You think they can help me? I don't wanna stay like this…"
"They will or else…" he eyed her. "I don't care, if they let you down we go to Parliament, we go public. People might dismiss five identical quints as a bunch of Dionne wanna-bes, striving for attention but Dyad can't finesse this…" he indicated her.
"They might threaten the kids, Donnie."
"We'll see they're safe…They won't risk it. Some flunkey tried to give me a hard time when I went to collect my expenses as monitor but I just told them to get Delphine Cormier on the phone and that Marion Bowles would be annoyed at me being harassed. We'll handle it." He nodded firmly.
"Donnie…I have to tell you something…Horrible." Alison began, tentatively. "These people, some of them…Really will stop at nothing…"
"You mean how they tried to kill us all the other night?" he eyed her. She regarding him as he shrugged. "Sarah told me. She wanted me on point, just in case."
"Oh." Head hanging. "Donnie, I swear I was gonna tell you. I just wanted to be sure it wouldn't put you and the kids in more danger…"
"Ally, you have to tell me these things." He sighed. "Even if you think it might endanger me or I might freak…And I probably will, but I am getting better…I can't help you if I don't know what's what. And even if I bumble around, I'd rather be killed bumbling around trying to protect my family than be killed…Well, like Dr. Leekie."
"I know…And you never bumble, Donnie…Much. And I bumbled far worse when I was first learning about all this…I promise. No more concealing, even if I think…"
Sound of truck down the dirt road to the pit.
"I think that must be Dyad." Donnie eyed her. "You up for this?"
"I'm up for it. So long as you're with me." She smiled. "They're the ones who'd best not mess with us…Gargantuess and her mate. Grrr…" she mock-growled. "Nice to meet you again, Ferdinand…Lemme rip your hand off this time." She acted.
"He's the guy Rachel called in to 'clean us up'…The Cleanser, Delphine called him." She explained.
"Cleanser…Your kinda guy." He teased.
"Oh, please." Mock annoyed. "He looked like James Frain playing Flattop in a Dick Tracy movie." She grinned. "Not that James Frain isn't sorta cute, but…"
…
"Colonel! Radar confirms that She's headed this way…!" the female operator called to Paul as he scanned the empty highway through his infrared-equipped, high-definition binoculars.
"Check on my air support, corporal."
"Yes, sir!" she nodded, turning to her radio.
Nothing as yet…Paul shook head, lowering binoculars.
"Ok, people…Stand by. Fire only on my order. We will try to take her alive with the anesthestic. Again, do not fire except on my express order!" he addressed the group around him and the other positioned troops by his radio.
"Where are my tanks, sergeant?" Paul addressed the clone sergeant, Parker.
"On the way, sir…Just south, sir."
"Sir, air support is standing by on patrol, they have picked up Helena on radar, waiting for your order…" the corporal informed him.
"Have them maintain patrol but do not engage her except on my order." Paul noted.
"Yes, sir." She repeated his orders into her mike. "They are patching video feed through to my screen." She turned her laptop to face Paul.
"Bravo, bravo…This is Alpha-HMS-1. I have target in sight, transmitting. Do you copy, over?" her radio crackled.
"There she is…" Paul noted, eyeing the screen. Helena in all her barely tents-and-tarps-tied-to-form- a-sort-of-covering glory. Eyeing the jets swooping round her and peering down the road to where Paul's dug-in force waited.
"What is she wearing?" the corporal stared.
…..
Down the road, Seth and Rudy in their army disguises had reached the end of the line of advancing tanks, Rudy setting his eye on one in particular. One he knew well from his basic training and tank school…The crème-de-la-crème…
"Let me handle this…" he noted to Seth as he stepped on the gas, pulling ahead of the large tank, after passing it on the left...And then swerving to block it.
Hmmn…The tank clearly had orders to stop for nothing, including two idiots in a converted jeep snowmobile. He floored the pedal, barely keeping ahead.
"Wave for him to stop…Tell him on radio we have urgent orders...Come on, Seth." He told Seth hurriedly. Seth putting arm out, waving frantically.
Pressing button on his radio…"Hey, fellas…"
"Tank A5, you moron…" Rudy hissed.
"Tank A5, we've got new…Urgent…Orders…" Seth told the radio while waving arm frantically as he could.
"What's that? Confirm your id?" the radio crackled.
"Gimme…" Rudy glared, taking the radio from Seth with his right hand while driving…
"Yeah, A-5, this is Team Charley, id D-7-1-5-F. Do you read, over?" he told the radio.
"Roger D715F, what's this about new orders?"
"We'll need you to pull over, orders are to take over from you and proceed to the designated site."
"Say again, over?" static…
"Yeah, we're ordered to take over your tank A-5, you're relieved, over."
"I'll need confirmation from Command on that…Over."
"Absolutely…" Rudy, pleasantly…Suddenly turning the wheel sharply and to Seth's horror, spinning them into the tank's path… "Take over, brother…" he smiled to Seth, indicating for him to take the wheel from his side.
Rudy flung his door open and in an instant was on the tank…As the stunned Seth's own instincts kicked in and he turned the wheel to move the car out of the path…In an instant, Rudy was climbing along the side of the tank and tossed two stun grenades taken from his belt into the narrow slit windows.
The tank halted with grinding screech.
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