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.
(PS-Some divergence from S-3 in that Aldous did not…Yet…while in mine Cal left without Kyra and engaged to Sarah, to resolve the pesky problem of a murdered police officer, and Ally is not going in for breaking somewhat bad. (And of course the ladies are not yet18-50 feet tall…Yet). And Seth is not…Yet…Dead. But we need Seth. The Castors deserved their own road trip, right?)
Part XVIII…
Dyad Institute, High Level Containment…
In the refurbished garage, hastily draped and painted, supplemented with huge bed and furniture, Sarah lay on said bed eyeing the seated Cosima and Felix. "So no word on Ally or Helena?" she asked.
"Nothing yet, sis." Felix sighed.
"And Leekie? What does Delphine say?" she addressed Cosima.
"He seems to be keeping to our agreement. It is in his interest, Sarah. Dyad does have a huge investment in us."
"And it seems to be payin' off, eh? Think of the benefits if they can bottle this…" Sarah indicated her now 32 foot form.
"The science is phenomenal…" Cosima sighed. "I know you don't want to hear that but…"
"I wanna hear there's a cure and Ally and Helena are ok. That's all."
"I understand." Cosima nodded. "Of course…We all do, Sarah."
"You seem pretty well, still." Sarah regarded her. "Any chance that's a side effect in your case?"
"We're considering it, naturally." Cosima nodded. "But so far Drs. Leekie, Nealon, Norris, and Scott and I all concur that it's a remission, a spontaneous one not connected to the growth spurt, though not knowing the cause of either, we can't be absolutely certain."
"This Norris bloke…This is the one who Ally shagged, the back-up monitor to Donnie?" Sarah, sour look.
Perhaps a bit more sour due to the instinctive "my Donnie" that nearly escaped her lips.
We are all gettin' a little too interconnected I think sometimes, she thought. Catching Fee's eyeing…
What?
"Yeah. He and that actress were the real field monitors, Donnie was just convenient since Leekie wanted to give Ally as normal a life as possible." Cosima noted.
Felix rolling eyes…Cosima…
"Big of him." Sarah, curtly. "I know you still want to believe Leekie's our protector, Cos…But I don't trust his intent and I don't trust him. Rachel's his spirit spawn, remember that. Don't drink his koolaide again."
"I'm not drinking anything…" Cosima insisted. "And I'm just following the Science, as always. Heck I'm even still keepin' clear of Delphine, mostly."
"Really?" Sarah eyed her. "I got the impression she was keepin' clear of you." Watching Cosima's face fall a bit, despite her effort to repress… "Sorry, that wasn't right, Cos. I'm sure she cares about you."
"We're just cooling things down…It's a mutual decision." Cosima insisted.
"Natch…And probably the right thing to do, for now." Fee, kindly. "I'm sure ole bag and baggage Cormier isn't too happy about losing Cos privileges. But it's for the greater good."
"Yeah, we think so…" Cosima, attempting off-hand casual.
"It'll be ok, when the time comes…" Sarah, attempting warmth. "Watch that hand, sis…" Fee noted as she reached instinctively. "We're a bit fragile…"
"Right, sorry…" she pulled back. Mournful look now… "I guess I'd better keep clear…"
"We'll fix this, Sarah." Cosima insisted firmly. "There's a reason and we'll find it."
"You know what it may take…?" Sarah eyed her. Cosima nodding as Fee looked, worried.
"Not the youknowwhat?" Fee sighed, cautiously glancing round the garage/suite. "There's gotta be another way…?"
"If we have to, to stop this…" Cosima shrugged, indicating Sarah.
"Not unless it gets life-threatening for one of us." Sarah, firmly. "Or we've tried everything possible and we all agree. As to Helena…Has S tried her link to Marion since I came back in here? Either the Proleithians or the Castors have her, that's clear enough."
"According to your mom, Ms. Bowles hasn't offered any info." Cosima sighed. "But Delphine and Leekie believe like us that it's the Castors who took her. The Proleithians wouldn't have needed Ally either thinking she was like you and Helena or to trade if they'd got her, unless of course Tomas' old Proleithians came back in. But they'd surely just kill her…Or try to."
"I'd like to see em try…" Sarah smiled. "Whether she's five feet two or fifty…Though another crazy group after us is the last thing we need now. Cos? I don't want anyone into our deepest, even Delphine to discuss…You know what I mean…Got me?"
Book…Cosima mouthed…Rolling eyes as Sarah nodded. "I know, I'm not stupid, Sarah." Frown.
"Never said you were…But even if I trust Delphine, the more we let in, the more chance to leak it out, especially here. And you're right…" Sarah smiled at Cosima's stare. "I shouldn't even go on about things here. But lets just keep the privates, private, ok?"
"Sure." Sigh.
But of course fine to gab on with Art or Cal or whoever she meets up with about things…Cosima thought.
Well, probably not a good idea to discuss the book or the eggs here.
"What about Art? He's still trying to get something on Helena through Toronto's finest?" Sarah asked.
Slight note of pride there on the "finest", Fee noted…My God, some part of her is still proud of being a bloody cop for a bit?
"Arthur's had no luck as yet. But if we know Helena, God help anyone who's got her." Felix, wry smile. "And if she's done the growth spurt, doubly so."
"Amen." Sarah, shaking head. Alas, poor Paul, if it's his boys…He deserves it though, sob. "And, Rachel?…She hasn't gotten any bigger, has she?" Sarah looked at Cosima, nervously.
"No. And we're convinced she's reached some sort of limit…Her metabolism, growthwise at least, seems to be holding stable." Cosima noted. "Though…"
"Yes?" Fee, sternly. No secrets here, sister.
"…Scott noted some neurologic developments in the last data…"
….
"I want Aldous now!" Rachel groaned in her bed, stirring a bit. "And stop givin…" she paused. "I…" Her eyes rolled over.
"And lights out…" Chad noted quietly to the fearful nurse beside him as they watched Rachel snoring.
"For the moment, doctor…" the nurse sighed. "But she's requiring larger doses to keep her under…Sooner or later…"
"…it would be best to be on a plane for Rio, yeah." Chad grinned. "But if and when Rachelizza wakes up and breaks out, I mean to be safely away and let the higher-ups deal with the problem. That's why they get paid the big bucks."
Easy for you to say, big boy…The nurse eyed him. I've a job and kids at home. I leave, security hunts me down or at least the legal department has me thrown in jail for violating the confidentiality agreement…And I doubt Dyad would be so fussy as to waste time with lawyers on a nobody.
"Besides, she just wants Unka Aldous for now." Chad smiled. "Long as he can make her happy, we're fine."
"Are we?" Leekie appeared behind him, smile. "Well, good…Unka Aldous is pleased to know he's loved."
"She's less responsive to the formulation, sir." The nurse addressed Leekie. "I think we need to up her dosage again."
"I'm reluctant to do that, given the potential side effects." Leekie shook head. "Besides, Rachel's recovering her neural functions to some considerable extent…I'll explain the situation to her soon, when she can understand it better."
That'll be wonderful…A fifty-foot Rachel, bent on killing the others and any of us in her path…Chad thought. I'm sure she'll respond well to the sweet reason of the man she intended to have killed when he plotted to remove her…Who's brought in the sister who turned her into the Cyclops as a favored guest…
God she's bitchy enough normally…With the eye and the height…And the lack of designer clothes to suit her new figure? The nurse shuddered inwardly.
We're all dead…Unless Ms. Manning and any of the other freaks fights it out with her, Godzilla vs Rodan or Mothra style.
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