TITLE: Mercury
AUTHOR: Vicinity
SUMMARY: The idea of redemption leads Yves - and Jimmy - into the heart of something more dangerous than she could have imagined. Formerly titled "The Immortality Solution."
RATING:
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, not mine.
SPOILERS: Takes place after "Jump the Shark." Makes reference to another one of my stories, "Madrigal."
AUTHOR's NOTES:
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The car is parked where she left it, and she thinks for a moment that he is not inside. When she walks closer, though, she can see him, apparently sleeping in his seat. He awakes abruptly when she opens her door and slides in. "What happened?" he asks as he stretches, turning slightly.
"I don't," she begins, and then changes her mind. She thinks that she will have to be honest; it was what she decided to do. "I got into Welhsey's computer and went through one of the security videos she kept on it. Then I got a message that I was being watched."
"Are you okay?" He frowns concernedly.
"I'm fine," she tells him. "I just wish . . . that I knew what was going on." He nods, not saying anything, and gives her a small smile.
"It'll be alright, Yves." And then he starts the car and there is no sound save for the noise from the engine.
She stares out the window at the lights, the darkened storefronts and the passing cars. She wonders where she went wrong, where she made her crucial mistake. It was supposed to be simple, a transferal of money and information, and already she should have been able to do something to start the inevitable entropy of her father's work. Instead she has nothing, has been . . . poisoned with something she did not know, and can do nothing about it. Without understanding what has been done to her, she cannot know what she will be able to do, and without that knowledge, she can do nothing to stop her father. She sighs, feeling the beginnings of a headache grating on her temples.
He parks the car neatly in front of the ornate hotel, and she stares at it for a moment before comprehending her location. The pretentious design irritates her and the thought of returning to her room and climbing beneath the soft-plastic sheets to sleep is almost unbearable.
But he is waiting for her, and so she climbs out of the vehicle, refusing to look at the bricked building. Instead she turns to watch the coast behind them, dark enough to be almost indistinct from the cloud-darkened sky. She thinks that it will rain soon, and she shivers slightly. She feels him behind her and she thinks that she would break if he touched her, and so she looks away from the shore, not meeting his eyes. "I'm going to go take this off," she says, gesturing at her face. "I'll see you later."
She does not wait for a response as she walks away. If she turns back and sees him standing alone, silhouetted against the dark sky, she will shatter. And so she walks one step at a time into the hotel, into the elevator, down the hall. She stares at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, staring into her eyes in Welhsey's fragile shape, and she feels incredibly ill. Suddenly she cannot wait to get the weight off her face.
The robe is soft on her skin as she pulls it tightly around her body, tying it snugly. Her hair is wet, dripping down and soaking into her back, but she feels better. She is herself again, whatever that means. She is no longer the dead woman, though of how long that reality will last she is not sure.
She flicks off the bathroom light and steps into her darkened room. It takes a moment for her eyes to adjust to the change, but when they do she realizes that she can see the city and beyond it the ocean from her window. It is hypnotic and sad, she thinks, and for a moment she thinks that she can see ghosts. She shakes her head slightly, ridding herself of such fantasy. It won't help.
There is a knock at her door and she goes to open it, first checking to see that it is in fact Jimmy. She undoes the deadbolt, opens the door, and retreats back to the window. Waiting to see what he will say. She can see her reflection in the glass in almost perfect detail, but her eyes are invisible because they match the darkness outside.
"Yves?" he begins, and then she thinks that she is falling. Her hand against the window - she can imagine the glass shattering around her - and then it is here again, the pain, the sensation, whatever it is, it is all she knows, all she can focus on and she can feel everything and she wants to scream wants to cry wants to hide
AUTHOR: Vicinity
SUMMARY: The idea of redemption leads Yves - and Jimmy - into the heart of something more dangerous than she could have imagined. Formerly titled "The Immortality Solution."
RATING:
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, not mine.
SPOILERS: Takes place after "Jump the Shark." Makes reference to another one of my stories, "Madrigal."
AUTHOR's NOTES:
*****************************************************************************
The car is parked where she left it, and she thinks for a moment that he is not inside. When she walks closer, though, she can see him, apparently sleeping in his seat. He awakes abruptly when she opens her door and slides in. "What happened?" he asks as he stretches, turning slightly.
"I don't," she begins, and then changes her mind. She thinks that she will have to be honest; it was what she decided to do. "I got into Welhsey's computer and went through one of the security videos she kept on it. Then I got a message that I was being watched."
"Are you okay?" He frowns concernedly.
"I'm fine," she tells him. "I just wish . . . that I knew what was going on." He nods, not saying anything, and gives her a small smile.
"It'll be alright, Yves." And then he starts the car and there is no sound save for the noise from the engine.
She stares out the window at the lights, the darkened storefronts and the passing cars. She wonders where she went wrong, where she made her crucial mistake. It was supposed to be simple, a transferal of money and information, and already she should have been able to do something to start the inevitable entropy of her father's work. Instead she has nothing, has been . . . poisoned with something she did not know, and can do nothing about it. Without understanding what has been done to her, she cannot know what she will be able to do, and without that knowledge, she can do nothing to stop her father. She sighs, feeling the beginnings of a headache grating on her temples.
He parks the car neatly in front of the ornate hotel, and she stares at it for a moment before comprehending her location. The pretentious design irritates her and the thought of returning to her room and climbing beneath the soft-plastic sheets to sleep is almost unbearable.
But he is waiting for her, and so she climbs out of the vehicle, refusing to look at the bricked building. Instead she turns to watch the coast behind them, dark enough to be almost indistinct from the cloud-darkened sky. She thinks that it will rain soon, and she shivers slightly. She feels him behind her and she thinks that she would break if he touched her, and so she looks away from the shore, not meeting his eyes. "I'm going to go take this off," she says, gesturing at her face. "I'll see you later."
She does not wait for a response as she walks away. If she turns back and sees him standing alone, silhouetted against the dark sky, she will shatter. And so she walks one step at a time into the hotel, into the elevator, down the hall. She stares at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, staring into her eyes in Welhsey's fragile shape, and she feels incredibly ill. Suddenly she cannot wait to get the weight off her face.
The robe is soft on her skin as she pulls it tightly around her body, tying it snugly. Her hair is wet, dripping down and soaking into her back, but she feels better. She is herself again, whatever that means. She is no longer the dead woman, though of how long that reality will last she is not sure.
She flicks off the bathroom light and steps into her darkened room. It takes a moment for her eyes to adjust to the change, but when they do she realizes that she can see the city and beyond it the ocean from her window. It is hypnotic and sad, she thinks, and for a moment she thinks that she can see ghosts. She shakes her head slightly, ridding herself of such fantasy. It won't help.
There is a knock at her door and she goes to open it, first checking to see that it is in fact Jimmy. She undoes the deadbolt, opens the door, and retreats back to the window. Waiting to see what he will say. She can see her reflection in the glass in almost perfect detail, but her eyes are invisible because they match the darkness outside.
"Yves?" he begins, and then she thinks that she is falling. Her hand against the window - she can imagine the glass shattering around her - and then it is here again, the pain, the sensation, whatever it is, it is all she knows, all she can focus on and she can feel everything and she wants to scream wants to cry wants to hide