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 V…

"I can't believe they asked us to leave…" Donnie shook his head. "What are we paying taxes for? This is a national health service, not the craziness they have in the US. Who cares if they don't know exactly what to do for you, they can't just toss us out like…"

"Donnie…You better call them…" Ally sighed. Seated on the sidewalk next to him, she now about twelve feet high, wrapped as best she could…Rather elegantly, he'd noted, to her wan smile…Like the ladies on "Rome"…In ER bedsheets. "They're my only…God…Hope…I'd say."

"Right away… But then I am calling our lawyer." He noted. "Toss us out like…" he muttered, angrily.

Wonder how much room there is in the garage?

"Hello? Is this the Dyad Institute?" Donnie asked the phone. "I'd like to speak to Delpy please?"

"Cormier, Delphine Cormier!" Ally urged. Frowning at several passers-by who stared up at her.

"It's hormonal, you've seen female basketball players before, right?" she asked, annoyed.

"Delphine Cor…Right, that's the one, thanks." He noted. "Hey, you better run…" he eyed a couple of kids now running after a fierce look from Ally when they'd come over, calling lewd questions.

"Hey, hello. Dr. Cormier? Uh, this is Donnie Hendrix, Ally's…Yes, we are having a little trouble. Well, big trouble. Uh, yeah, she is growing at a phenomenal rate? Hey, Ally!" he called. "I think this Delphine knows her stuff!" cheery tone.

….

Northern Canada…

Where a calmly "rampaging" Helena, carefully searching for something warm to wear and trying to avoid stepping on the fleeing soldiers in case this wasn't a dream, was staring at the squad still holding its ground, guns trained on her…A couple of floodlights hastily aimed her way as well.

"Please…I is not properly dressed…" she called, gently. "Turn off lights, please?"

"Dr. Coady!" Paul, with the squad, called into his radio.

"Do not fire, Major!" her reply. "We're coming with more anesthetic."

"Paul? Is you?" Helena peered, hand to forehead. "You are true disappoint, Paul. Sarah will be very angry with you."

Ah…She looked over…

Here comes crazy doctor, wanting to make more me and play God, I have no doubt, she sighed.

"Helena!" Coady called through a bullhorn.. "Surrender…Sit back down in the warehouse building and…"

"Such gracious invite, butI will not troubles you further, thanks." Helena called back. "Just give me somethings to wear and I will be on my way."

"Helena! I will give Major Dierden orders to fire if you don't stop now!" Coady called. Fire the anesthetic now! She hissed to her aides.

"But Doctor? If we miss…" one noted.

"Fire, damn you!" she glared.

"Paul, I'm going to gives you one chance more. Give me something to wears and let me go or I will be angry with you." Helena called to Paul.

She ducking as canisters of anesthetic struck her and others missed…She turned and ran back, causing the ground to shake.

"We're putting the whole camp out and we missed her, Doctor!" the aide who cautioned her warned.

"Fools!" she barked at him. "Dierden?" she called. "Bring her down, anyway you can!"

….

"All in all…" Leekie noted to the group in the conference room…Nealon, Norris. Delphine, and now several others let in, based on their areas of expertise. "She's being very patient and quite rational now."

"For the moment, Aldous…" Delphine shook her head. "But how long can we expect that to last?"

Loud snore from Rachel's room.

"And 251A does seem to be keeping her under, for the moment…'

"I concur with Dr. Cormier…" Nealon nodded. "For the moment, only…We should kill her now, while we can. Her growth might restart and who knows how large she'd get."

"If we're voting…" Chad began…

"This isn't a democracy, people…" Leekie noted.

So much for "hands' off" Delphine thought.

"Now what was the latest on Alison?" he addressed her.

"Uh…Donnie…Her husband said that she'd reached twelve feet in height but hadn't for the moment experienced any more cramping attacks. "He'll call if there are any changes until we can get her to Dyad via transport."

"We've suddenly become very important to our subjects." Nealon sneered. "I imagine Sarah will be at our door soon, demanding help."

"And we'll offer it to her…" Leekie eyed him. "But lets actually see if we can come up with something, people. About time we earned our generous compensation, eh?"

"Dr. Leekie?" An aide tapped at the door. "Marion Bowles standing by on video and Cosima Niehaus on line 1."

"Ah…Ok, thanks." He told her. "Delphine? Shall we have a chat with our geek girl? This really be that 'crazy science', eh?" Grin.

"So…" Marion on screen, hand to head. "Let me understand this. At least two of our subjects are displaying phenomenal growth rates and one, despite her severe injuries…"

"…Perhaps because, Marion…" Aldous noted. "Stress is showing up as a common factor…"

"…Has grown to fifty feet in length and is showing signs of brain damage. Delphine?"

"Not related to the growth we think. The other subject has not shown any neural involvement." She noted.

"And the other, a mere twelve feet, so far…Is that correct?" Marion asked.

"So far, yes." Leekie replied. "And a third subject, Cosima Niehaus, whom as you know was already suffering respiratory problems, has as yet not shown any of the new symptoms."

"That's correct." Delphine nodded.

"What about Sarah? Helena?" Marion asked… "And the others…?"

"About thirty minutes ago I got a report that a hospital in downtown Toronto was dealing with a case similar to Mrs. Hendrix." Leekie noted. "From the description it's our Crystal."

"A hospital?" Marion looked at him.

"Normal people go to hospitals Marion…Our girls are to have normal lives…We'll get her in soon."

"Aldous, Delphine…" she eyed their faces on screen.

"A word."

Why am I getting the feeling that "word" is Helsinki? Delphine shuddered a bit.

"Helena, I don't want to open fire but I will if you don't stop and return to the warehouse!" Paul called to her via bullhorn from his jeep, Dr. Coady and her team beside him.

"Have to catch me, first, Paul." Helena cooed, carefully tying round her feet a couple of large tents from a storehouse she'd torn the roof from in her efforts to find suitable wear. Several more mixed with an airplane hanger tarpaulin she'd managed to find, thanks Mama and the Holy Mother, around her chest and privates. Is very cold here, yes?

"Fire on her! Fire!" Coady screamed angrily. The soldiers nervously setting sights.

"I said Fire!" she shrieked.

"HELENA!"

….

"Sarah?!" Cosima, staring as she stood in Mrs. S' driveway, glancing to see her cab fleeing away in the twilight, the driver's face a contorted mix of fear and horror…

"Cos…" the now about twenty four or so foot Sarah, eyeing her. "Kyra's not…?" anxious tone…

"No, no…Sleeping."

"Thank God. I didn't want to have her see me like…"

"Jesus H. Christ!" Mrs. S, a totally stunned Fee beside her, getting out of her car just pulled up in front of the house.

"S, Fee…" Sarah sighed. "Fee, don't look like that. I've seen you dressed worse."