Mouse and the Lion Man. (Part I: Just another morning.)
Author: Katana (rose_tat@hotmail.com)
Summery: Mousie Griffin (an escaped X4) and her foster sister Amy Griffin just want to live a normal quiet life. But when Mousie has a bad seizure on her way home from work it is an X5's hand that delivers the much-needed Tryptophan. X5-599 to be exact. How will Zack react to Mousie? Or Mousie to Zack for that matter?
Disclaimer: The DA universe does not belong to me. Mousie and Amy however do. "Locus Iste" was composed by Anton Bruckner. (1824-1896)
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"Locus iste a Deo factus est, Locus iste a Deo factus est, a Deo, Deo factus est. Inestimabile sacramentum" Amy Griffin's strong proud voice belted out the Latin words as she cooked porridge over the tiny range. She sung the seventeenth century church anthem as sure as any diva. Had it's composer, Anton Bruckner, been alive to hear her he would have been proud. Sadly he had died one hundred and twenty five years earlier. In 1896 to be exact. Just as she sung her last "factus est" and began the English verse her foster sister, Mousie Griffin, immerged from the shower.
Amy flashed her a sure grin and continued to sing. "...Holy dwelling that God hath made his own, Holy dwelling that God hath made his own..." Her strong Soprano voice never faltered as she dished up two plates of watery porridge and placed them on the table where spoons, sugar and a jug of milk (made out of milk powder) were already waiting. As her singing came to a close she placed two steaming mugs of weak coffee on the table as well.
"You seem cheery today Sunshine." Mousie commented as she poured milk onto her porridge and into her coffee.
"A-ha." Amy nodded as she also began to eat. Suddenly her expression became one of concern. "How are you feeling today."
"Just a little shaky." Mousie replied trying to brush Amy's concerns off.
"You've been having a bad patch lately." Amy pointed out. And it was true, Mousie's seizures had been unusually bad lately.
Mousie shrugged and tried to ignore the slight tremor of her hand as she took a long drink of the weak and bitter liquid that passed for coffee. "Must be almost time for a good patch then." She replied with false lightness. She was unable however to stop a slight grimace from crossing her delicate features.
Amy finished off her breakfast and placed her plate in the sink. "I'll head to the lower markets and get you some more Tryptophan during my lunch break."
"Amy,"
"Better if a regular human buys it big Sis. Doesn't matter if they sneak a DNA sample from me." She gave Mousie a hug. "If I buy it I'm just a health nut."
"And if I buy it I'm putting myself at risk." Mousie finished. "Still..."
"Hey, no arguing with your little sister." Amy replied with mock sternness. "Amy knows what's best." She lightly kissed Mousie on the cheek and released her. "Now I better get going. *Some* of us don't have the luxury of reasonable work hours."
Mousie laughed lightly at this. "Then you better get out of here. I'll have dinner ready when you get back."
Amy laughed. "'Kay Mouse, have a good day."
Mousie smiled and shook her head. "You too baby Sis."
"Luv ya." Amy tossed over her shoulder as she headed out. The door wasn't even shut before she started humming again.
"Luv you too Amy-bear." Mousie called after her. She allowed herself a small smile. Sure, she was an escaped biosynthetic super soldier trying to get by in a post-apocalyptic world. And a faulty one at that. Sure, most of her siblings were likely dead. But she had a foster sister that loved and supported her. A bubbly, happy, optimistic kick-ass baby sister. Yeah, it wasn't all bad.
~End of part.~