Author: Chippewa Livingston
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Disclaimer: I claim no affiliation or ownership of characters or material related to Dark Angel.
An Unauthorized Genetic Experiment:
16. Kitchen entrance.
I followed Lucid's glow and 'Roxanne''s camouflage coat. Lucid didn't look good, but I wasn't about to carry her again. I had the familiar feeling of a mission going badly wrong. You went in by the book, the way they told you in the briefing, and a few minutes later you were trying to improvise your way out of something totally FUBAR.
'Roxie' ducked into the diner's kitchen, while Lucid and I waited between a bin for recycled cardboard, and a couple of industrial-sized garbage cans.
"Hey, Mitzi. . . ."
"I thought you had a date! Well, it's good that you're here. You can fill in for Sarah. She never showed, and I'm trying to deal with this circus by myself."
"Uh, not really why I'm here." She leaned out the door, and grabbed Lucid's sleeve. "I found a hungry little waif who is going to wash dishes for you."
"And who's this?" Mitzi looked me up and down as I followed them in to the orange-tiled brightness of the kitchen. "Are there more? Can I get one?"
"Jack, yes, and probably not," I answered before 'Roxie' could come up with something abrasive. "I'm just along for the ride."
"Well, okay. But we've got another two hours until we close." Mitzi fluffed her bleached-blonde bouffant, and attempted to bat her artificial eyelashes at me. "Roxie, I really need the help."
"Okay," she said, and draped her coat over my arm. "Don't let the little twit get herself into any more trouble!" she whispered.
She held still long enough for me to whisper "Roger, wilco!" and kiss her cheek. Then she grabbed an apron off a hook and dashed into the dining room. I hoped she wasn't going to have too much trouble switching gears between sneaking around, and carrying trays.
"What happened to you?" Mitzi had finally noticed Lucid, who was trying to shrink herself into a corner. In the light, it was easy to see the bruise forming, and a smear where she'd tried to wipe away the blood. "Let's get you cleaned up, dear."
Lucid followed, like a puppy. I heard water running in the ladies' room.
A few minutes later, Lucid was slumped on a chair in the corner of the kitchen. She didn't look good. The green design on her face was fading, and I wondered what was keeping her upright. Her eyes were half-closed, until Mitzi came back.
"I brought you some pie, honey." She set the plate in the girl's lap, and handed her a fork. "I'll be back in a minute with some milk."
"Don't make yourself sick," I suggested. Lucid glared at me, but the fork didn't slow down. "How long has it been since you ate?" She chewed instead of answering.
Archive: Please ask
Disclaimer: I claim no affiliation or ownership of characters or material related to Dark Angel.
An Unauthorized Genetic Experiment:
16. Kitchen entrance.
I followed Lucid's glow and 'Roxanne''s camouflage coat. Lucid didn't look good, but I wasn't about to carry her again. I had the familiar feeling of a mission going badly wrong. You went in by the book, the way they told you in the briefing, and a few minutes later you were trying to improvise your way out of something totally FUBAR.
'Roxie' ducked into the diner's kitchen, while Lucid and I waited between a bin for recycled cardboard, and a couple of industrial-sized garbage cans.
"Hey, Mitzi. . . ."
"I thought you had a date! Well, it's good that you're here. You can fill in for Sarah. She never showed, and I'm trying to deal with this circus by myself."
"Uh, not really why I'm here." She leaned out the door, and grabbed Lucid's sleeve. "I found a hungry little waif who is going to wash dishes for you."
"And who's this?" Mitzi looked me up and down as I followed them in to the orange-tiled brightness of the kitchen. "Are there more? Can I get one?"
"Jack, yes, and probably not," I answered before 'Roxie' could come up with something abrasive. "I'm just along for the ride."
"Well, okay. But we've got another two hours until we close." Mitzi fluffed her bleached-blonde bouffant, and attempted to bat her artificial eyelashes at me. "Roxie, I really need the help."
"Okay," she said, and draped her coat over my arm. "Don't let the little twit get herself into any more trouble!" she whispered.
She held still long enough for me to whisper "Roger, wilco!" and kiss her cheek. Then she grabbed an apron off a hook and dashed into the dining room. I hoped she wasn't going to have too much trouble switching gears between sneaking around, and carrying trays.
"What happened to you?" Mitzi had finally noticed Lucid, who was trying to shrink herself into a corner. In the light, it was easy to see the bruise forming, and a smear where she'd tried to wipe away the blood. "Let's get you cleaned up, dear."
Lucid followed, like a puppy. I heard water running in the ladies' room.
A few minutes later, Lucid was slumped on a chair in the corner of the kitchen. She didn't look good. The green design on her face was fading, and I wondered what was keeping her upright. Her eyes were half-closed, until Mitzi came back.
"I brought you some pie, honey." She set the plate in the girl's lap, and handed her a fork. "I'll be back in a minute with some milk."
"Don't make yourself sick," I suggested. Lucid glared at me, but the fork didn't slow down. "How long has it been since you ate?" She chewed instead of answering.