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 IV…
"Ok…So your feet haven't doubled in size and you're not experiencing any cramps or joint pain?" Donnie, anxiously into the phone.
Uh…No? Cosima stared at her end.
Hmmn…These old land-line things are kinda neat, she noted, eyeing Fee's corded phone. But, anyway…
"So Ally's feet swelled after some cramps? And she did eat something she thought might not be…Kosher?"
"I guess…I don't know…" Donnie replied. "Ally, was the stuff at the restaurant…?" he called.
"No..Uh, Donnie, no. That was just an expression." Cosima explained. "It does sound like a kind of allergy. Are they checking…?"
"They've finally started…" he noted. "But you and Sarah haven't had any trouble?"
"Well...Not me…But Sarah's not here right now."
"What about Kyra?" he asked. "She hasn't been sick?"
"She's been fine…Sleepin' now. Donnie? Why would you think…?"
"Sarah told me, Cosima." Donnie replied, cutting to a whisper. "She thought I ought to know that Dyad nearly killed my whole family last night."
"Well…Topside, actually. I think Dyad saved your family…Or our phony Rachel did." Cosima shrugged. "But you think what? They've poisoned Ally?"
"Easy way to do it…" he noted in whisper.
"Mr. Hendrix?" the nurse who had blasély passed before, now an anxious look. "Your wife needs you!"
"Ok…They're calling me over, stay on the…Jesus!" Donnie stared, dropping phone…
"Donnie? Uh, Don?" Cosima, to phone…
…..
"We can't rule age out as a factor, all the clones except the original LEDA pair, Sarah and Helena are exactly the same age, despite the different implantation dates." Delphine noted to Norris and Nealon in the small conference room near Rachel's huge room as Aldous directed a team bearing various flexible plumbing tubing of very wide bore…Stopping at the room door to call in… "Rachel, we're getting this set up as fast as we can, hang in there sweetheart. And don't worry, accidents happen." Kindly tone.
"THANK YOU, UNCLE ALDOUS…Please hur' .." Reply. Demure lowering at end.
"She seems to have calmed considerably but I'm getting the impression there's been some significant memory loss." Delphine noted to the others, listening.
Possible win-win for me there, she thought.
"Yes…I would feel better if we evacuated this floor…" Nealon looked out the door. "I mean, before she does."
Drowning that way might well be a Rachel Duncan method of retirement but…
"Folks, I think we've had our first success…" Aldous had appeared at the door. "She wants me to thank all involved."
…
"Hey…" Sarah waved a hand at the passing taxi… "HEY!" As it drove off in panic.
"I bloody need ta get to a hospital, you freakin' creep." She yelled.
Well, best to try and see if Mrs. S is home yet…Or Fee.
Bloody Christ, was I out…Hmmn, she looked at her wrist…No watch…And only torn strips of her shirt and overcoat on the arm... She looked down to see only strips on her legs and her coat split and…
Krikey! Me pants! She looked for cover…Running behind a short bush.
Hmmn…That's odd…Fence behind is pretty small, always remember it as…She looked back to the tree…
Yeah, it was a tree…Before…Now, just a small bush.
She looked over across the street…At houses that seemed a bit…Low…
Two storeys, most and she could see into the second floor windows directly?
Uh, sorry, ma'am…Not meaning to be a peepin' bloody Tom. She stepped back and looked for Mrs. S' place.
There…But like the others, far too small.
As if, bloody Christ.. She'd suddenly gone up in the world, by about fifteen feet?
…..
Meanwhile, in Northern Canada…
"I don't think you'll be needing my advice much longer, Hely…" the scorpion noted to Helena as she sat looking round the warehouse room…A few terrified but equally terrified of being shot for disobeying orders soldiers regarding her as she sat, head nearly touching the ceiling.
"This is dream, yes?" she addressed one soldier, a Mark lookalike...Who gulped at her stare but following the order given over his headphones, nodded. "Yes, Miss Helena…It's a dream. You should go back to sleep now."
"Tell her when she wakes up, she'll be safe with her sisters…" the voice in his headphones insisted. "Tell her…!"
"If this is dream…" Helena eyed the frightened soldier, gentle if amplified tone… "I could tear your legs off and you would be fine, yes?" she regarded him as he tried to remain calm. Moving her hand his way.
"Tell her that would make her sad, hurt her babies…" the voice, urgently.
"If you hurt me, you'll be sad and your babies will be hurt…Not by me…" the soldier added, hastily.
"Hmmn…You could be right…" sage nod. "But I think now I will see if I can stand up. It is very confining here, yes?" She pressed a huge hand against the warehouse roof and strained a bit…The roof tearing loose…Soldiers fleeing, alarms blaring.
"We have a containment breech!" Major Paul Dierden, leading a squad of heavily armed soldiers maintaining watch from outside the building, told his radio. "Helena is loose! Repeat, Helena is loose! We need authorization to fire! Get me authorization now or we will open fire!"
Helena standing now, at fifty feet, looking about…Enjoying the cool, fresh air, noting the scurrying or in some cases, rallying soldiers.
What stuff as dreams is made of, yes?
