Grant MacLaren 3468
Carly Shannon 3465
Trevor Holden 0115
Philip Pearson 3326
Marcy Warton 3569
Chapter 2
The first thing 3569 registered when she came to was the pain coming from her head and the soft trail of blood dripping from it. Next, she looked up to see the men surrounding her. All looking down at her in alarm. Likely in shock from the arrival of her consciousness. She stood up and locked eyes on the man that was holding what was likely her bag.
"That's mine." She said in calm yet aggressive voice. Her distain for the men in front her leaking into the tone.
"Holy Shit." The man holding the bag explained at her sudden change.
3569 didn't waste the opportunity his shock brought and took it to punch him in the face. Knocking him out easily. After which one after the other the men came at her but they were all easily handled. It was all over in seconds and by the end she wasn't so much as sweating.
Seeing that they were clearly out matched the drunk men picked themselves up off the ground and ran in any direction that would take them away from this crazy woman. Once they were gone 3569 picked up her jacket and purse and headed back to Marcy's apartment.
Though she guesses she should say her apartment now.
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When 0115 woke again he wasn't too jarred by the slight disorientation that came from inhabiting a new body. He had grown use to that sensation over the years. What did give him pause was the pain that radiated from several parts of his body and pretty much his entire face.
The pain was pretty bad but nothing compared to full body ache that came with years of being bedridden and elderly. He stood up and with no outward show of what he was feeling he conceded the fight.
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3326 likely had the least physically painfully arriving. He woke resting against a sofa with a band strapped around his upper left arm. The deadly heroin needle still help in his finger tips. He dropped it like is could somehow poison just from contact alone.
He looked around his body checking for any marks or signs of any other puncture wounds also assessing his new physical condition. It honestly wasn't all that different from his old body in terms of build. Though his hair was much longer and this body had a number of piercings and tattoos.
Once 3326 noticed the strap around his arm he began pulling it off. Looking over to his right at the man next to him while doing so. His eyes were vacant and body unmoving. 3326 new he was on the verge of an overdose. He felt a pull at his instincts to do something. To call the cops at least so that this man may be given a chance at survival. But he new better than to break protocol.
So instead he grabbed the jacket that was underneath him and left the apartment as soon as he could.
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3465 was on the ground when she came to. He hands still clutched in her now wild and curly hair from her arrival. She could feel the ache from her head at having been slammed against the counter. Her nose was bleeding and her teeth ached. Likely from having been hit as well. She could tell it wasn't broken thankfully.
She stood up from the ground and look over at the man responsible for the damage to her host body.
"Listen, I'm sorry. You make me crazy." He said putting a laugh into his voice as if that would somehow make the situation better.
3465 had to resist attacking him just for that.
"You need to go." She said. Part of her hoping he wouldn't. That he would attack her and give her the okay to retaliate.
"All right. I'm going." He said maybe a part of him sensing that he was now the on in danger. She watched him leave with intense eyes. Before looking over to the small child in a chair in the living room.
Her child.
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Meeting his new parents was an interesting experience for 0015. It's been such a long time since anyone has talked to him like an actual child. It was a surreal experience. He wondered briefly if his spouses might make that mistake in the future.
He was after all technically now the youngest amongst. The irony of that was not lost on him. It actually had him chuckling a bit when he was alone.
He wondered what 3326 would think of this new body. He hoped that he would not only like it but be genuinely attracted to it. Now that he was young again he did want to experience having sex again with is wives and husbands. He even already knew who he wanted to have his first time with. It would come to no one's surprise when it was 3326.
The only problem was he could decided if it was better to wait until he was actually legal again just so he didn't put any of his spouses at risk or if he shouldn't waste time and just go for it.
He'd probably end up doing the latter.
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346… Carly held her baby close in her arms are she googled the proper way to care for him. Handing him a crack as she did. Her tactical training did not cover much on parenting in the future. They didn't really have time for such things. She'd originally planned to do her own research after graduation but she hadn't expected to have a full team before that. So, it threw her plans off the rails and left her with no choice but to learn from doing.
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Philip shook his leg restlessly as he typed on the public computer in front of him. Confirming his arrival to the twenty first. Taking longer then usual in his typing and making a couple mistakes as his body felt on edge and a little off. He briefly wondered if his host might have been unknowingly sick before his arrival.
He let go of that theory just as quickly at it came as he can't remember any fever or cold ever feeling like this. He didn't feel tired or sluggish. He felt high strung and like he was craving something. He'd already pretty much figured out what was wrong but was honestly in denial. He couldn't wrap his head around the director making a mistake this big. He just couldn't believe that. He wouldn't believe that.
He heard the door to the entrance open and someone walking up behind him. With a few quick moves he was off the deep web and back on the home screen before the man noticed.
"Philip Pearson?" He asked and 3326 had to adjust to the first time being called by his new name. He turned around to face the man.
"Tired to find you at the university. I'm Detective Gower." He said. Philip's eyes widened ever so slightly at the familiar name. A rush of facts about him coming ot mind. Most notably his impending death.
"Gower?" He asked out loud unconsciously.
"Your roommate passed away last night." He said in a calm voice. Incase the news up set the young man in front of him. He noticed his lack of reaction.
"You don't seem surprised?" He said.
Philip sighed softly at his tone realizing he likely wouldn't be seeing his wives and husbands after this like he'd hoped.
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When Marcy first woke to the sound of a knock on her door she'd honestly forgot where she was for just a split second and thought it was one of her many partners coming to see her in the middle of the night. Like they'd done so many times during training. That thought was immediately wiped when she opened her eyes to the white plaster ceiling above her. A far cry from the metal ones she was accustom to.
Her next guess as to who it was is probably more likely. Forgetting about 21st century modesty she walked over to the door completely nude.
"David?" She called out when she reached it. Knowing better then to just open her door without confirming first.
"Yeah." He called back.
She opened the door to a slightly chubby bearded man with a wide friendly smile on his face. One that went away as soon as he saw her state of dress. Or better yet lake there of. He looked down and away from her quickly.
"OH! That's… not appropriate. Marcy put some clothes on." He said and she quickly closed the door remembering how uncommon public nudity was in this time. In hers they didn't really have the space or luxury to be uncomfortable with naked people but in this one she knows it's a privilege generally only shared with significant others.
"You know, I can't, uh… be your boyfriend Marcy. W-we talked about this." David said from outside the door as she got dressed. Marcy briefly wondered if her host had pursued him in the past. She wondered why they didn't work out. She wasn't complaining though. Not having a boyfriend or girlfriend already made it so much easier to be faithful to her real partners. She didn't envy 3468 and 0115 who they new had significant others in this time. She's knows how uncomfortable she would be to have to pretend to have feelings for someone outside her team.
She got dressed quickly in a simple dress she found in the closet. Trying to move quickly as not to keep her old, technically new, friend waiting. She opened the door with a smile receiving one in return before it was gone again. She wondered how many times he'd do that.
"What's that?" He asked pointing at her head. She was confused for a seconded before she remembered her injury.
"Oh." She said backing away into the apartment. Letting him follow.
"What happened?" He said worriedly. She stumbled over an explanation. Not having one prepared.
"Uh… I fell." She said.
"And you just went home. Oh kiddo, are you okay? Does it hurt?" He asked hugging her.
"I'm fine." She said.
"I know going to the doctor's not your favorite thing in the world but… that's a nasty cut." He trailed off as he went to open her window curtains. The light shined down on the dress Marcy was wearing and she looked at it properly for the first time. Unfamiliar with the proper way to dress in this time she questioned it she had chosen something good or not. She grabbed the sides of it and presented it to David.
"Is this appropriate." She asked curiously.
"Appropriate? Sure." David said pride slipping into his voice from her use of such a large word. She didn't even stutter. That smile dropped again when he looked down though.
"Maybe some underwear."
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Things were not looking good for Philip.
Between the withdrawal symptoms and his worry if his other spouses had made it successfully he could barely concentrate on what the detective in front of him was saying. All he was really getting was he may likely be getting blamed for the death of Stephen Adams.
"So you skipped out?" Gower asked. Philip found the question odd.
"I just walked." He clarified.
"Uh-huh." Gower said looking over Philip's physical state figuring he was either still high right now or severally withdrawal.
"And the loaded syringe we found on the table, that wasn't meant for you?" He asked and Philip continued fidgeting rubbing his hand against his nose trying to concentrate.
"Um… What difference does it make?" He asked. Gower didn't see fit to answer him.
"Did Stephen inject himself or did you do it for him? Because your prints were found on both syringes." He continued on with the questions.
"I was there, but then I-I left." Philip said not knowing what else he could give in this situation. He'd never bothered to learn the finer details of his host death. Only the bare minimum needed to avoid it. He pushed against the table and rocked on the heels of his chair slightly to distract himself from his bodily urges.
"Yeah… because you knew he was gonna O.D.?" Gower asked. Philip's guilt ridden silence was confirmation enough. Gower scoffed at him. Just when he though these junkies couldn't get any lower.
"Yeah, you knew. You know, a phone call to 911 could've saved his life. That's cold Philip." Gower said sliding over a bottle of coke. Philip fixated on it for a second. It being the only clear things in his vision right now. Everything around him seemed to be cloudy. Including what Gower was saying to him.
"Either way, you have got a problem. On top of your drug problem."
"I don't have a drug problem." Philip denied again. Refusing to believe that his once hoped dream life was shattering upon arrival. Gower didn't even bother to address his words.
"I know who your dealer is. I know how much you buy every week. I know who your friends are and where you're from." Gower said trying to put pressure on him. Philip was only able to catch the end of his rant.
"You have no idea where I'm from." He said knowing that his words wouldn't be acknowledged anyways.
"You inject somebody, they O.D., that's manslaughter." Gower continued. Philip was starting to feel overwhelmed by everything around him. He really needed someone to take over for him right now. God, he wishes any of his spouses could be here. He pressed his hand to his forehead and thought about what he could reasonably do in this situation.
"I have the right to court-appointed legal counsel, yes?" Philip asked. Gower was slightly surprised he even knew what half those words meant.
"Sure you don't want to call your parents instead?" Gower offered.
Philip genuinely considered it for a second before deciding against it. He wasn't in the right frame of mind to be pretending to be someone else right now. He could do this with strangers but meeting someone who actually knew his host was impossible for now. Gower took his silence for a no.
"You think your sick now, wait until your lawyer shows up." Gower said grabbing his things. Knowing exactly who would be assigned to Philip's case.
Once he left Philip no longer had anything to occupy himself from his withdrawal. At first he thought it was nice to not have to try and stay focused as someone spoke but then he realized all that did was make him notice his extreme bodily discomfort more.
He stood from his chair and began pacing around the room trying o think of anything that could alleviate some of the pain. His mind was too foggy to think of anything logical. After a while he just gave up and walked back over to his chair and sat down. Deciding to fall back on his old stand by when he was over whelmed.
"0115, 3465, 3569, 3468. 0115, 3465, 3569, 3468. 0115, 3465-" He continued on and on listing his spouses birth names. With each number came a memory of their old faces. He focused on making those old faces into their new ones. Trying to subscribe that same love and adoration he felt for them to their new host bodies. The continued chant and mental exercise helped him to keep his mind off his body. He mentally thanked 0115 now Trevor for his brief lessons on meditation. Even if he still hadn't fully grasped the concept yet.
He finally stopped when he heard the door open and his presumed lawyer walked in.
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"You didn't answer your cell!" A young girl said with heavy concern in her voice running up into Trevor's arms for a hug. Trevor returned it already figuring this must be his girlfriend and the one who texted him earlier.
He could already feel his discomfort and guilt as soon as he wrapped his arms around her. He felt like he was betraying his partners by even having to pretend to like her. He knew this couldn't be helped though. At least for now anyways.
He would just have to wait until a good reason to break up with her came about so that he could get rid of this awful feeling. And if no substantial reason he could use as a viable reason to separate from her occurred then he would just ensure she broke up with him. No one could argue he broke protocol if she was the one to decide. He'd thought about this a lot before coming here and had already come to terms with having to break a young girls heart. Honestly he was doing her a favor as well. No one wanted to be with someone who didn't love them back and he knew no one in this century was too keen on sharing their partner either. Being with him would only hurt her even more in the long run.
"What did they say?" She asked against his chest pulling back to see him.
"I have a concussion." Trevor said not moving away when she went to touch his face. Even though he'd much rather it was somebody else showing this concern.
"Oh no. Will you be able to play in the game next week?" She asked.
"The Doctor said that if I hadn't walked away from the fight I might have died." Trevor responded in answer.
"Does it hurt now?" She asked.
"A little." Trevor said honestly not seeing any reason to hide the truth from her.
"Are your parents home?" She asked suggestively. Trevor did catch on as to what she meant.
"No, why?" He said.
Next thing he knew he was being pushed on a sofa and she was climbing in his lap without a shirt. His eyes were wide in alarm and he was looking around for anyway to get out this situation.
"I don't think that we should, Rene. Because of my concussion." He said quickly hoping she'd back away.
"Let me make it feel better." She said and Trevor felt himself panicking even more. When she went in for a kiss he dodge her attempt and placed his hands on her arms.
"Look. please stop. I just don't think that we should." He said feeling very uncomfortable with the situation. He felt a wave of relief when she back up.
"Are you breaking up with me?" She asked and Trevor vaguely wondered how she'd come to that conclusion. Was she really so insecure?
"No…" Trevor started not taking the out knowing that this wasn't a good enough reason to break up with her. Besides he would need her in the beginning anyways.
"If anything, I want to be closer to you. There are things I don't remember."
"Things about me?"
"It's more things about myself. The Doctor said that a concussion as bad as this can cause changes in personality and memory loss. That the only treatment is time. That in time I'll be the person I was before the concussion. I need you to help me remember who that person is." Trevor finished.
"Y-you want me to help you find yourself? Trev… That is so beautiful." She said looking at him with those puppy love filled eyes.
God, this was going to be hard.
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Carly typed away at her computer. After having done enough research on caring for a child to make her feel comfortable in her new role as a mother she new she should confirm her arrival. As well as check on the others.
She smiled when she saw that all of them had made it safely to the 21st. Well all except 3468 who would be arriving later tonight. She smiled over to her child when she saw the confirmation for his T.E.L.L.
"Daddy's coming." She said sweetly to her little boy.
Meaning every word she said on a much deeper level then just a joke. She fully intended to have all her spouses in her child's life. They deserved this experience just as much as her. She expected the same from them should they come by having a child in anyways. Rather by accident or through adoption.
After the confirmation she lifted from her chair and went over to play with her baby.
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"How could this happen?"
That continued thought ran through Marcy's head as she looked over at the video of her host struggling to read a children's story that was still playing as the doctor and David explained the reality of her situation.
This wasn't supposed to be how this went. She was just supposed to be a simply Liberian. Things were not supposed to go this way. How could the director make such an over sight? Does this mean that it could have messed up with other too? Does that mean her spouses could have compromised host as well? What if they had something even worse then her situation?
The thought sent her into a panic. She felt her whole body become overwhelmed by it and suddenly her eyes were rolling into the back of her head and she was hearing David's voice call out to her as everything went black.
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"Take it your not Leticia. Wrong file." The rugged man in front of Philip said as he entered the room. He walked over to the table and sat down the file in his hand. Opening his brief case to pull out Philip's. Philip glanced down at it briefly remembering his emergency contact number quickly. Knowing it may come in handy one day. He may need to actually meet his new parents at some point.
"You look like shit, Philip. When was the last time you hit?" The man asked.
"I don't use drugs."
"Come on, man. You don't have to pretend with me I know all about addiction. Trust me, mines just legal. Have they talked to you at all about the methadone program they got going on?" He asked.
"What is it?" Philip asked curiously.
"Methadone?"
"Your addiction. Is it gambling?" Philip asked. He could picture the man in front of him having such a vice. If he did that was good news for Philip. He may very well have a way out of this after all. The man's silence was telling.
"Cigarettes. Look, I'm just trying to be simpatico here. Don't be a dick." He said clearly offended.
"I apologize." Philip responded but he knew he was right.
"We're going to plea. You'll end up doing some time. There's no way around that. They got you two ways, all right? But in the mean time-"
Philip interrupted him. That just wasn't going to work for him. He'd been away from his partners long enough and they needed him. He couldn't afford to even entertain this legal nonsense.
"Are you bound by attorney-client privilege? Can you guarantee your confidence if I tell you information that can help us both?" Philip asked.
"Absolutely. What?"
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Carly wasn't ready to raise a child on her own.
Just from the small amount of research she's been doing on her own the last day and a half showed her that. Even with all of her spouses help she doesn't think they would be able to cover every thing and still maintain protocols 1 and 5. So that meant she needed someone experienced in her life.
She needed the boys biological Father.
As much as she already hated the man from reports she read about him she was willing to put that aside just long enough to learn from him and who knows maybe she can teach him a thing or two about how to treat a woman. He might very well end up being a suitable child-rearing partner. Of course that was the optimist in her talking.
Even so when he showed up on her doorstep that afternoon she didn't just throw him out. She gave out and olive branch and let him change Jeffery Jr. diaper. She watched him closely mentally taking notes as he did.
She was thankful to have learned how to do so properly but she could still only stand the man for so long so far he change the diaper she put him out.
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Philip looked away from the bright sun as he left the police station. Unuse to it after spending a night in a holding cell. He started walking down the street with no where in mind to go when a car pulled up across the street from him. He saw through the window that it was his lawyer.
"Hey! Phil!" The man called to him. His attitude significantly kinder then when they met earlier.
"Hey. You got out quick. What'd they tell you?"
"They didn't say anything they just let me go." Philip called back.
"Come here. Come here. Come here for a second." He called out to him. Knowing what he had to say next was best not screamed across the street Philip came over. Checking his watch to see how long he had before he needed to leave. He had a lot to do today. One being getting their Ops set up for when he met his spouses. Something that was especially important seeing as it would be their home. Their real one outside their host lives.
"How did you know? Come on man three horses, three races, three different cities. All twenty to one or better? The bets were so stupid I had to go to three different bookies. I wouldn't have even done it if you hadn't fronted the cash advance." The man asked with an amazed smile on his face. Still in awe of his seemingly incredible gambling ability.
"It's all here by the way with interest. Credit card's in there." He said folding up the money in a news paper and hanging it out the door. Philip took it quickly and tucked it in his jacket.
"You gotta tell me." Ray said as a gambling man himself he'd always wanted the ability to make such money off of it. Philip considered lying before he realized telling the truth was probably the best way to get out of this. It's not like the man would believe him.
"Do I still have attorney-client privilege?" He asked.
"Yeah, sure, whatever. Yep, yep." Ray said quickly just wanting to know the secret.
"I'm from the future." Philip said with complete conviction.
"Okay, I get it, you can't tell me." Ray said with an resigned expression. He should have known it wouldn't be so easy to just ask him how. That's fine though as long as he can still get in on the action he doesn't need to know how it worked.
But Phil… you're gonna need me. The cops are gonna be all over you. We gotta look after each other here, all right?" Oh, speaking of which… There's a little something extra in there for you, from the lock-up. Just a little taste so you don't get sick." Ray said before driving off. He didn't feel the need to talk anymore. He knew the quickest way to a junkie was through their drugs.
Once he was gone Philip opened the newspaper and looked down at it to confirm his suspicions about what the man gave him. He's ashamed to admit just how appealing it looked.
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As soon as Marcy woke in the hospital she was already planning her escape. She could see from the lack of sun outside that she was likely coming up close on 3468 arrival time. She would feel horrible if she missed greeting her husband once he finally got here. Or even worse missing their first mission as a marriage team.
She felt a little guilty for tricking David. She could already tell he was a pretty good guy and he seemed like he'd be a great friend. However, she had priorities higher then worrying about others feelings.
Besides she had given him a little bit of a hint at the hospital. Hopefully he'd come up with his own explanation as to what her real 'work' entailed.
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That same night Trevor worked tirelessly studying and researching their first mission target. A man planning a shoot out later that night or tomorrow night? Trevor wasn't completely sure. He'd been staring at this computer screen so long he'd lost track of time so much so he'd almost forgotten to confirm his arrival. He did so just as he was in the midst of research.
Knowingly alerting the FBI to his actions.
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Seeing as Marcy didn't have a computer in her apartment she had to break into David's to use his. She'd planned to be gone by the time he arrived but things just didn't work out that way. So when he did get home she had no plan on how to explain what was going on.
So she just did her best to keep as close to the truth as possible without giving anything away. Planning to think of a story around it later. For now she'd just let David come to his own conclusions.
She was thankful that he and her host had a close enough relationship that when she asked for him to trust her he did and let it go. Even let her sleep on his sofa that night.
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The first thing Philip did after buying himself a garage, in Ray's name of course, was win the lottery. The amount of money he had was not near enough to get them all started yet. Thankfully with a little seed money to invest in the stock market everything would be just perfect soon.
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Trevor's first day at school wasn't too eventful. He'd met one of host friends who seemed willing to help him relearn everything and didn't seem like too much of a bad guy. Trevor could imagine himself getting along well with Kyle. He might even be real friends with him some day.
Trevor also noticed very early on that his host likely wasn't the most upstanding student. Just from the way that people acted around him and the clear low expectation of teachers he knew that he had his work cut out for him on being Trevor. He doesn't know if he can bring himself to be such a poor person.
To make matters worse he wasn't even able to avoid Rene today. That girl must have had a tracker on this body or something because it was like everywhere he hid she sniffed him out. He could already tell she was the clinging type.
He hoped beyond belief that was only at school or he'd never get to see his spouses properly again.
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Marcy's morning was for the most part pretty pleasant.
She got to know David better over her first breakfast in the twenty first. It was an amazing assortment of some types of fruit and something called 'pancakes'. They were delicious and Marcy couldn't wait to have some with her spouses. She'd have to get David to teach her to make them so she could surprise them one day.
She'd once again been a little to open with David though about her mission. She pretty sure she scared the shit out of him with her words. At one point she had to physically cover his mouth with her hands to keep him from asking further questions. She thought it would have been a lot easier to distract him if he was one of her husbands as a simple kiss was usually enough to get them to back down.
Not her wife though. 3365 was always much more persistent with things.
However covering David's mouth seemed to get him to calm enough to actually stop talking and think. Enough that she could tell him she'd be back by twelve and he had nothing to worry about and didn't need to come with her or pick her up. He'd jokingly called her batgirl in response.
Marcy didn't really know who or what that was so she'd just sent him off with a good bye. Moments after he left someone knocked on the door before slipping a card underneath it. She looked outside the peephole just in time to see they're face.
She picked up the card and read it was the contact information of Grant MacLaren. The host of her soon to be arriving husband. Her heart fluttered a bit knowing she'd just caught a glimpse of what he would look like soon. She was tempted to open the door and see if she could see him again but refrained from it.
She had plenty of time to examine that body later.
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Carly got up from feeding her son at the loud sound of someone knocking at her door. She opened it to reveal a middle aged man in a suit waiting patiently with a friendly smile.
"Yes?" She asked. The man reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a badge.
"Special Agent MacLaren of the FBI. Sorry to bother you." He said not dropping his smile.
"MacLaren?" Carly asked looking over the man in a new light. He was the first of her spouses new bodies that she has seen. She can honestly say she's pleased with what she sees. It was strange to think that 3368 would be older than her now. Older than all of them by a good amount. Especially since he was the second youngest among all of them.
"How can I help you?" She said trying to be calm and not give away she new him. Well… new of him.
"Sometimes our computer spits stuff out and we have to follow it up. Do you live here alone?"
"With my son."
"How old is he?"
"Just over a year."
"So no criminal record then?"
The joke was so like something 3468 would say she almost laugh just from that. She controlled herself though and gave him the same blank stare she gave 3468 whenever his jokes fell flat.
"Sorry." He said almost as soon as the joke left his mouth.
It was such a familiar thing that Carly felt a fondness she generally had for 3468 shift to this man. If only briefly. Long enough for the though to warn him crossed her mind.
"I probably know the answer to this but you don't happen to have plans for later tonight downtown?" He asked immediately taking noticed of how Carly hesitated to answer him.
"Um.. no. No plans." Carly said with an unconfident tone. So very unlike her. The man made a face at her answer.
"You don't sound very sure?" He said and Carly quickly collected herself and put on a flirty smile.
"I was trying to decide if you were asking me out." She said getting an amused huff from the man.
"Uh, no. Me? I'm busy tonight." He said and Carly couldn't help but admire his loyalty to his wife. She thought it must be hard to be so loyal to only one person. It would be much easier on the 21ster if they just let themselves open up a little.
"Thanks for your time." He said sharing another more genuine smile with her before going off.
Neither noticed the cop car across the street from them.
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How could what was meant to be one of the happiest days of his life got to Hell so spectacularly?
First. he gets to the 21ster and has to go through with the guilt ridden decision to let a man die when he could have easily saved him with one phone call. Then he later realized that his host had been a drug addict all along and he'd inherited said drug problem. Then he gets arrest and charged with murder. Spends the night in jail and gets a shitty lawyer with a gambling addiction who'd already seemed to be ready to extort him.
Then he get followed and harassed by Detective Gower who he' knows will also die soon but he can't tell anyone about. Then when he finally loses the man his shitty lawyer get's him back on his ass and chasing him. Now he has to watch as this poor man dies right in front of him of a heart attack.
He hadn't even been here for a full three days and he already witnessed two deaths that were completely preventable. That guilt that he'd already expected to have when coming here seemed almost amplified with the symptoms of withdrawal.
All he could do was clutch tightly to the heroin in his hands and cry at the dead body of the man before him as he resisted giving in to the urge of the drugs.
God, he just wanted at least one of his partners here with him.
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"Where are you going?!" Jeff yelled angrily at Carly as she walked confidently down the street.
"Out." Was the only reply she felt he was worth.
"With that guy?!" He asked this time pulling the car over and stopping so he could get out.
"I don't have time for this." Carly said annoyed.
After three long days she was finally on her way to meet up with her family and she didn't want to keep them waiting. They needed her for the two mission they had tonight. Also she just wanted to finally see them and hold them and take in their new bodies.
She moved to walk past Jeff. He grabbed her by the shoulder.
"Make time." He said aggressively trying to scare her into submission. Carly was unimpressed. She grabbed his wrist and twisted it back making him drop to his knees in pain as she held him steady in that pose. She purposefully squeezed harder a couple times to inflect more pain.
"Okay damnit!" He said raising his hand in submission. His mind already reeling with how she'd learned that trick.
"Last warning." Carly said before letting go. She turned her back to walk off. Jeff wasted no time in trying to attack her from behind.
The moment she felt his hand on her back she turned around and slugged him. He whimpered in pain again. You'd think he'd learn his lesson by now but he tried to throw a punch at her again.
Carly moved aside and grabbed his arm mid punch and used his momentum to flip him backwards onto the hard concrete ground. At this point she was furious. In order to keep herself from really hurting him she needed to get away as far and as fast as possible. So with a small smirk she walked over to his car, got in, and drove away.
She had loved ones to see.
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It was finally time to meet up. Trevor was on edge all day waiting for school to be over and then for it to be a reasonable late enough time for him to leave. He couldn't get there too early or they risked messing up the mission of catching the shooter.
When it was finally time to go though, around ten pm, he ran the entire way there. Enjoying the burn of his lungs and legs when he did. He didn't just run for the pure satisfaction that he could. He ran because of the burning pit of desire in his gut that urged him to physically move as fast as possible to see them.
To get to his family and to be by there side. He ran because he new that being in a car would not sate this desire. That it would leave him restless and unable to focus or concentrate. That he would fidget and be uncomfortable the eniter ride and with their upcoming mission he couldn't afford that kind of restlessness. He needed to be focused and at ease.
However, he new that he wouldn't be fully at ease without seeing this spouses first, all of them, but particularly 3326. He wasn't ashamed to admit to himself that 3326 was his favorite. That couldn't be helped as he was the first and kind of the only he really loved so deeply. He cared greatly for his other wives and husband but he recognized it wasn't on the level of 3326 of how he'd felt about his late wife. Couldn't be helped though. Love takes time to grow and it grows at different rates of different people.
In his time love in a marriage is often compared to taking care of a flower garden. A metaphor that was made when flowers were still around, the example it still prevalent though. Each flower takes different environments, amount of water, and sunlight to grow and even with them all getting their optimal amount of that they still bloom at different rates. Some as soon as a week, some like a cactus take years, and some take incredible hard work only to bloom for one night before dying. Trevor's love for 3326, now Philip, just bloomed faster and stronger than the others. That didn't mean they weren't growing they just needed more time.
Trevor continued to contemplate these thoughts as he ran. Only finally being pulled from them when he came upon the building they weren't meant to meet. He felt a large smile pull at his face as he slowed his pace to a walk and entered the building. Heading to the 11th floor where they were supposed to meet.
Once he got there he saw a young, physically older then him, black woman. Who stood with her back against the wall giving her a clear view of everything around her and keeping her back covered. When he walked in her hand immediately went to her waist as she quickly looked him over before deciding he wasn't a threat. Trevor knew exactly who she was.
"Hello 3465." He said walking quickly to her with arms spread wide.
She rushed into the hug just as excited to see him. A large smile on her face. They clung tightly to each other laughing a little when they realized that this was the first time they'd ever had a proper tight hug on account of Trevor not having a body fit enough for it until now.
"It's Carly now." She said playfully finally pulling away to get a good look at him.
"Carly it is then." He said smiling down at her before they leaned in for a kiss on the lips. They pulled apart seconds later when they heard aloud wolf whistle. They turned to see the whistle had come from a young woman with a man by her side.
"we're not interrupting anything now are we." Philip said smirking at them both.
Both he and Marcy giving them wide smiles.
"It's good to see you two finally made it." Carly said her arms held out welcoming them into the hug. Both Marcy and Philip joined them and they all just stood and held each other for a while. Just enjoying finally having one another in their arms after so long apart. For the last two years in the future they haven't gone a day without seeing at last one of their partners. To go three whole days without seeing any of them was a lot for all of them.
"Now we just need to get the boss and we'll be whole again." Trevor said smiling at all his spouses around him.
"Well then I guess we better get this place ready for when he arrives." Marcy said and they finally pulled apart. Though their smiles were still in place. Carly lifted the bag she brough toff the ground and faced her spouses.
"Alright then, let's get started."
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