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 X…
Rachel's containment area…er hospital room…Dyad High Level Containment Facility.
"And so, the princess Buttercup and Wesley were married…And lived as happily as one would expect." Leekie finished, closing book. Having rendered a very abridged reading of "The Princess Bride".
"Hmmn…Good…" Rachel murmured. "Sleepy now…G'night, Unka Aldous." She moved huge hand slightly, Leekie patting it.
"Good night, sweetheart. Pleasant dreams." Aldous intoned, rising carefully, looking to where Dr. Norris waited at the open door.
He motioned for silence and came out, Norris stepping back as he closed the door.
"Keep her on the current doses of 254A and antibiotic. Monitor the wound for any further signs of deterioration or infection. Call me if she wakes up and asks for me." He told the waiting nurse, then turned to Norris. "Chad? Anything new?"
"We're about to secure Alison Hendrix…And Sarah Manning." Chad noted, pleased to be bearer of such tidings.
"Lets avoid words like 'secure' Norris." Aldous frowned. "We're trying to mend bridges and forge a new relationship here. We're offering our subjects our aid, not capturing them."
"Right. Sorry…We're bringing them in for help." Chad corrected. "And Dr. Cormier says there's news on the Helena front…Castor is about to re- uh, to help her…As well"
"Really. That is interesting. With our counterpart you can use 'secure' Chad. They operate by different rules." Hmmn…He pondered. "And still no changes in Cosima?"
"Far as I know, no, Dr. Leekie." Chad replied.
"I should be there when we bring Sarah in. Let her know Rachel really is out of the loop here and that I'm aware of her deal with Marion."
"Maybe I should meet with Alison…" Chad suggested. "If you'll be busy with Manning…"
"I would wonder if she'd be pleased to see you, Chad. The fellow she made out with in a van? Husband to the woman she suspected was her monitor…Who actually was one of them?"
"Whom she accidentally killed…" Chad, slight paling.
"She didn't kill Ansley, Chad. We have the video."
"No, of course, sir. She just let her choke to death…"
"Chad?" Aldous eyed him. "Do I need to wonder if you're able to deal here? I can't have another Rachel situation, old resentments getting in the way. We are at a crossroads here…If I need to pull you out, let me know now. No shame, I'll understand."
"I'm fine, sir. I'm a professional." Chad, calmly. "I just felt Alison might prefer seeing a familiar face and hearing the truth from me about her situation then. Build a little trust, as you suggested."
Air bubbles…Even giant ones…Do happen in IV lines…He thought.
"I think trust can come one step at a time…But I'm grateful you're willing to meet with her. I probably will have you do so in a bit to let her know we are being up front with her now. But I think we'll have Delphine handle her arrival. Best not to have her too involved with Cosima's care at this time. She might lose sight of the big picture, you know? Anyway, right now I need you in the lab reviewing all the recent data we've acquired, including whatever Castor will share on Helena's condition. You've proven your mettle, Chad. I don't forget that you were right and I was wrong on this." He nodded, beaming. "I see great things, Dr. Norris."
"Thanks, sir." Chad nodded.
"And I do mean for you to continue to be involved directly with our ladies…Frankly…" Aldous lowered voice to whisper. "Nealon's bedside is appalling." Smile.
"But I think I would like you to continue to focus on our Crystal. She seems to like you."
…..
Outside Churchill, Manitoba…Evening…
"We shall fight…We shall fight on the snow banks and on the beaches…" non-clone private William, giving rather poor Churchill imitation, grinned to his clone comrade who rolled eyes.
"Pipe it down, there, soldiers!" Paul called. "Sergeant, keep your men quiet. And be ready on those floodlights when I give the word."
"Yes, sir! CAN IT, you stupid sons of bitches and get your night goggles on, watch your screens! DO NOT OPEN FIRE WITHOUT AUTHORIZATION, or I may shoot you myself!" Clone Sergeant Parker cried, glaring at the various soldiers, clone and non-, in position, camouflaged as well as possible, as he strode up and down the dug-in position.
"Tanks are up, Colonel." The female corporal informed Paul. "Helena seems to be holding position about two miles up the road."
"Looking for a way around us, no doubt." Paul nodded. "Ok, have the planes nudge her our way, but not too close and for God's sake don't have some hot shot kill her."
"Yes, sir…" the corporal turned back to her radio and radar equipment…Suddenly blanching…
"Colonel! She's engaged the jets!"
"What?!"
Cut to shot of a grim Helena tossing a tree at one of the said jets as it swooped by…The other in support, the pilot panicking, opened fire with its guns.
Paul grabbing radio mike… "This is Dierden, do not engage, break off!…Repeat! Break off! Get the hell out of her face, you idiots! All air, break off!"
"Helena has engaged!…Fire has been returned, target hit! We are breaking off! Repeat, all air is breaking off!"
"Confirmed, get your asses out of there!...Damnit!" Paul cried. "Was she hit?! Is she down?!" he turned to the corporal.
"Sir…I…"
He came over and bent down to look at her radar screen.
"She's still up and moving…" the corporal noted.
"I'm going in…" Paul rose. "Get our medical personnel standing by, we may need emergency transport for her…Or her embryos." He made for the nearest jeep, about to call two soldiers to him.
"Sir! She's still up and she's coming our way…Fast!" the corporal noted, halting him.
"HEY! SOLDIERS BOYS!" Helena's cry echoing to them. "I is through playing nice!"
"You hear that?" Seth, now in tank A-5 with Rudy, just caught up to the preceding column of tanks, looked at his twin.
"I think our sister may be in need of some distraction, brother." Rudy noted.
…..
"Don't you touch me!" Alison glared at the Dyad staff attempting to place a restraining cuff around her leg.
"Mrs. Hendrix, this is just to keep you secure in the truck." The man noted. "Please cooperate or we will have to sedate you."
"Hey! My wife says to stop!" Donnie glared. "And there was no talk about 'sedation'. Ally?!"
"Sir, don't interfere." The staffer eyed him calmly. Four other men ranging round a nervous Ally.
"That's it!" Ally glared. "This isn't what I was promised!" she rose in the flatbed truck she'd reluctantly clambered onto at the Dyaders' request. Tossing back the man trying to strap her right leg down with chained cuff…He fell back on the ground with a grunt.
"Yeah, deal off, pal!" Donnie fumed. Suddenly blinking as the one female, a young brunette in business suit sporting a Dyad id badge who'd asked him to sign a release form and was standing by him, politely awaiting his signature, quickly pulled a gun with silencer and put it to his head as one of the male staffers grabbed him.
"Mrs. Hendrix, I will shoot your husband if you make any more trouble." The woman noted.
"This is completely illegal!" Ally cried. "I demand to speak to Delphine Cormier! Donnie! Oh, you let him go or so help me!" she rose on the flatbed, furious.
"Enough, Mrs. Hendrix! Settle down and let us secure you or I will shoot!" the woman insisted.
"Ally, run!" Donnie called, desperately.
"Don't shoot! All right!" Alison sat down. "But I still want to speak to Delphine at Dyad. I'm so going to have your Dyad job, miss."
"Probably. If we were from Dyad." The woman noted, calmly.