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.

(PS-Some divergence from S-3 in that Aldous did not…Yet…while in mine Cal left without Kyra and engaged to Sarah, to resolve the pesky problem of a murdered police officer, and Ally is not going in for breaking somewhat bad. (And of course the ladies are not yet18-50 feet tall…Yet). And Seth is not…Yet…Dead. But we need Seth. The Castors deserved their own road trip, right?)

Part XV…

"So you is not Marks, neither of you…" Helena, addressing the Castors, now out of their tank and standing, craning their necks up at her huge form, Seth having expressed a deep desire to avoid puking his guts out as they swayed in the said tank.

"No, but he's our brother…Like I said, I'm Seth and this is…"

"Jesus, we don't have to do the niceties, moron!" Rudy frowned.

"On contrary, always nice to do so…Thank you, Seth." Helena nodded.

"I apologize for my brother Rudy's rudeness, Helena. And thanks for setting us down." Seth smiled up at her. "How are you? It's pretty cold out here without a real coat. You didn't get hurt back there?"

"No, I is fine. I seem to be warm in the body and healing even faster than my angel niece."

"Kira…" Seth nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, looks like your healing ability was enhanced with the…"

Rudy, fuming…

"Your brother is angry person…" Helena noted. "I was such till I become mother-in-progress…And sestra Sarah is one holy terror when riled. You think it is by Dr. Duncan guy's design?"

"I don't think so." Seth pondered. "Most of us seem pretty level-headed…Though I guess Rudy here and Alison on your team are a little high-strung…Maybe we're…"

"Jesus Christ!" Rudy groaned.

"Rudy! Helena's a former sister…Don't talk like that around her." Seth frowned.

"Is ok…I have broke with organized religion." Helena shrugged. "But thanks for such politeness, brother Seth."

"See?" Seth eyed Rudy archly. "A little courtesy and we're all good…It goes a long way, bro."

Rudy rolling eyes, but saying nothing…

"Thanks you both for your help with soldier guys." Helena noted, soothing tone with smile. "I saw you come down road shooting. You won't get in too much troubles?"

"We already are, it doesn't matter…" Seth smiled. "But you're ok? No other troubles besides the big jump up? Headaches, maybe?"

"No, thanks you." She shook head. "Are you a doctor, Seth?" she asked, curious.

"You know I always wanted to be." Smile back. "I was a medical corpsman and Mother…Dr. Coady…You know her?"

"We've met…" frown.

"Yeah…I thought so…Well, she always said I had the hands of a…"

"Will you knock it off?!" Rudy fumed. "In case you forgot in the middle of your little family reunion, we got a full division plus air support with tracking on our and the lady's fifty-foot tail?!"

"That is concern…" Helena nodded. "But don't worry, little one. In dark I am so pale and my 'garments' is white, hard to spot against snow and trees. And if we get found I will see no one harms you."

"That's very kind, Helena, thanks." Seth beamed. "I always thought if we could all get together…" he began…

Sound of helicopters...Moving their way…Lights flashing in the forest…

…..

Churchill Town Hall…Colonel Dierden's temporary HQ desk, curtained off and under the Hall's rather charming WWII large portrait of Winston Churchill making the V for Victory sign while holding his famed cigar in other hand, "Let Us Go Forward Together" underneath…

His female corporal assistant, relieved to have some privacy at last again for her work, busy answering phones while trying to coordinate the latest tracking data…

"Colonel? There's a thermal lock, by two of the lead choppers!" she opened the curtain to put her head out, Dierden pacing while giving orders to various personnel coming to him.

"And word from the Deputy Director…" she noted, a bit little upbeat. "His helicopter will be here in ten minutes."

Coady from her desk looking up and over at Dierden, gleam in her eyes.

Suck it big time, soldier boy…Balance swings Coadywise…

Ok…Donnie paced the cellar, trying to avoid stumbling again into the various farm implements scattered about in the dark. Two husky farm-boy types in suits and string ties watching him calmly from the stairs where a dim night-light shone.

They want to trade Ally for something, or so they say…Something their former big guy "died for"?

"Helena's eggs…The girls did say he removed and fertilized them…" he asked himself.

And guess who provided the sperm?

But those are my sis' eggs…He thought indignantly. These creeps have no right taking them.

A door above, at the top of the stairs opened briefly, letting some light in. He looked up to make out a figure, a woman…That Alexis?...Coming down the stairs. Pausing by the guards…Speaking to them in whispers he could only hear snatches of…

"…said it was ok…check with…"

"We'll have to, Gracie." One told the woman in normal voice, turning. "Hal, go and see if Mr. Appleyard says it's ok,"

"Right…" the blonde, hulking Hal nodded and went up the stairs, opening…Donnie peering at the two, trying to make out the girl better. Long-hair, slight…Young…

"He's all right, isn't he?" she asked the remaining guard.

"Oh, sure...Just stumbled on a few shovels but he's…" A sudden sound from the rear of the cellar, past Donnie…The guard looked over, alert…Groaning as the woman shoved a needle syringe into his neck, plunging the syringe.

"I'm sorry…You'll be ok." She told him.

"Mr. Hendrix?!" she called, flipping a light at her side on the wall on and moving toward the startled Donnie, revealing a red-haired, slight young woman staring back at him, her mouth oddly scarred, as if she'd endured what Ally's mom used to threaten...Eehew…She gave a weak smile. "Mark?!" louder call to the back from which a young well-built dark-haired man emerged from the darkness into the pool of light about them.

"This is Mr. Hendrix, Mark. We haven't got much time…" Grace noted.

...

Churchill Town Hall...

"You probably think you've got more guts than me, don't you, Major Candy-Ass?!" Cheney sneered. "Just because you were a grunt on the ground in the blood and the mud, a loser, like the rest of the whiners… But I was in command, Dierden! In Command! In war!" red-faced scream, waving fists.

"Yes, sir. Excuse me, sir, I'd thought you were the vice-President then, sir." Paul noted quietly.