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. Sorry for delay in updating. Other things intruding, including the real world…
(PS-It's an AU with 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 XXIV…
Dyad Special Containment, formerly the Parking Garage…
"Don…? Oh, Donnie…You're alive?!"
Cosima eyeing Delphine, Delphine eyeing Cosima, both regarding the rather startlingly eager Sarah using laptop patched to cell phone to address the said Donald Hendrix, who'd just explained that he was enroute to Dyad with guests somewhat known to them…Though Alison remained a prisoner of the New American Proleithians.
"Uh, yeah…Sis…I'm fine. Thanks." A rather startled Donnie's voice in reply.
"Uh, great. And Alison was okay?" Sarah quickly…
"Do you think…?" Delphine hissed to Cosima.
"I guess it's only natural…Ally picked him. Helena's fond of him. And Sarah's always been looking for a stable guy who's good father material…" Cosima shrugged. "And Donnie is the greatest…Guy." arch look.
"Really?" frown…
"If I weren't into women so much…" innocent smile.
"Yeah, Ally was fine but I hated leaving her…" Donnie continued.
"That was our fault, Ms. Manning…" Mark cut in. "Hey. We just felt we'd best get Mr. Hendrix out as he seemed the one in more danger, less valuable to them, ya know?"
"Oh, really…" Sarah frowned.
Ummn… I mean…My bro-in-law's very valuable to all of us who love him…Like sisters.
God, why do I have to be so horny just right now? This is embarrassin'…Though we all love Donnie, of course…
I mean…Look at that face…And he was so brave when he found out about Ferdinand's guy and the Toronto Helsinki restaging…
"The hormone levels were really that high?" Cosima whispered to Delphine.
"Oui…I mean, Sarah's always been a lusty girl…You all are. But…This…"
"Really?" frown. "Nice intel to have when planning seduction, I guess."
"Oui…" Delphine, arch little return smile.
"I'm sure it wasn't your fault, Don…" Sarah noted fondly. "She knows that."
"Well, still wish I was there."
"I know…" nod. "But there's good news, it's not bloody likely they can hurt her."
"Really?"
I love it when you smile…I know why Ally gets so much happier when you're…
Jesus…
Think I need to give Cal a call…Soon…Even if it breaks his bloody protocol.
"Sarah?" Donnie's worried voice. "Anything…?"
"Yeah, there's a kind of super version of Kira's regeneration stuff. Helena's been taking direct hits with the big stuff, nothing's phased her."
"Yeah…But that's Helena…?"
"Ally should be ok, Don. Your 'partners' did the right thing gettin' you out."
"Uh…We should be in very shortly, Ms. Manning." Mark's voice again. "Maybe we should finish talking when we get there."
"Sure." Sarah nodded at screen. "Glad to hear you're ok, Don. Don't worry about Ally. They can only run from her…"
"I hope so…See ya, Sarah."
"Take care, Donnie. Love ya…Kid."
"What?" Sarah eyed Cosima's stare… "He's family. Ally adores him."
"Sure…" Cosima made placating gesture… "It's great you're so fond of him, Ally appreciates it I'm sure."
God, never let her find out about this…Especially in her current condition…Cosima, Delphine…Mutual thought.
War of the Gargantuas…Jealous Gargantua vs …Well…Not to point fingers, but Sarah, you have got a history of jumping bones…
"Ally's lucky. Ya know he never flinched when I told him about Ferdinand and all…" Sarah noted, high-minded look. "We're…Ummn,,,Both lucky, Ally and me…Cal and I are gettin' married. When he comes home." She noted, a bit hastily.
"Good…I mean, great. That's great…Wonderful. Isn't that great, Delphine?"
"Wonderful. Bon chance…" Delphine nodded.
"But he had to go…" Sarah sighed. She took a sip from a rather large diameter piece of tubing given to her as a straw for the large tub of juice now beside her cot.
"Why'd he have to go and leave me, now?" she shook head, tearing.
"How high were those levels…?" Cosima hissed to Delphine.
"Off the scale initially…We had to do a log curve…"
"Oh…My...God…" Cosima blinked. "We didn't see this with Rachel or Crystal, did we?"
"Not yet but…Mon Dieu!" Delphine gasped.
"Hey…I can hear you, ya know. And I'm not an experimental bloody lab rat…" Sarah frowned.
"It's the ears…Rachel has the same enhanced hearing…" Cosima noted.
"Sarah, pardon…" Delphine, apologetically. "Just one question. Did you and Cal by any chance…?"
Hmmn…? Sarah eyed her…
….
"Felix…Let me get this straight. I've flown up to Manitoba not to help 'rescue' (as if she wouldn't need anything but a ride) a blonde, rather crazed but 5'4 pregnant clone escape from a rogue branch of the British military, backed by rogue Canadian and some possible US rogue forces…But a 50 foot crazed blonde pregnant clone being chased by said rogue military with heavy ordinance. Which seems not to be a problem for her as nothing seems capable of stopping her?"
"That's about the size…Forgive the pun…Of it, Arthur." Fee noted to his phone.
Art stared at his cell, then the snow now falling outside the airport diner in Churchill where he'd just disembarked.
Beth, why do you do this to me?
"Ok, then." He sighed. "Well, I've got my rental waiting, I'll go see what I can do."
"Good. Well, at least she shouldn't be too hard to find." Fee noted cheerily.
…
"Thanks God for this nice snow…" Helena noted contentedly to Seth as he and Rudy, neither able to keep up on foot in the heavy drifts, rode on her shoulders, tied down, at her insistence…Safetys first, brothers…With rope snatched by her from the base to tie up her tarpaulin and tent "gown" of sorts.
"Nice! This is a blizzard you moron!" Rudy fumed.
"Hey, don't call sis names!" Seth glared.
"Are you cold, brother Rudy?" Helena, solicitously.
"Of course I'm cold! It's -25F here and we don't have heated gear! We're gonna freeze to death!"
"We shoulda been better prepared and brought our heavy duty gear…" Seth shook head. "We're trained to know better…But we're not too bad, yet. We can hang on a while longer."
"F- freakin' training, you moron!" Rudy cried. "And speak for yourself, my fingers are freezing off."
"You shoulda put on your inner gloves…" Seth shook head. "Here, you can have mine…"
"That's not gonna help me now and it could trigger a seizure…Seth? Don't take your gloves off, you idiot…!"
"Well, clearly wes must get you two some place warm, soon." Helena noted.
"You should get warm too, Helena." Seth, worried. "You the mom here."
"I seem to be ok…Something with the growth thing, I think. The metabolic…" She shrugged, shaking them slightly. "Pardon."
"Be careful, will ya?!" Rudy cried.
"Sorry." Helena paused, peering. "I think I see light that way, to south."
"Damn about time…." Rudy fumed.
"Don't worry we get brother Seth warm soon." She noted. "You really is good brother, in the depths, Rudy…"
…
Castor Temp Command HQ in the Churchill Town Hall…
"So the blizzard has effectively covered Helena's and our boys' tracks….?" Dierden stared at the hapless group of his top personnel.
"Sir, yes sir!" one private cried out.
Hmmn…Seems normal enough…
"Air recon is out?"
"Sir, yes sir!" another addressed non-clone private.
"And even our thermal trackers aren't able to pinpoint her due to her lowered body temp and again, the blizzard…?"
"Sir, yes sir!"
"So a fifty foot woman has so far, and at this rate, is going to elude us, a full division of Her Majesty's Forces?"
Uh…
"Sounds like I should fire all of you and, hire just her to deal with things here."
Uh…
Look from Dierden…Corporal Meisner, beside him
"Sir, yes sir!"
"Well, thank God we have an alternate strategy…" Paul noted.
