06: Bonnie x Greta

(Canon-divergent; set in "Through the Looking Glass, Part 2")

Behind the closed door of the Looking Glass station's comm room, Greta and Bonnie take a breather from shouting at one another. They've just finished talking to Ben about their prisoner Charlie, who sits tied to a chair on the moon pool deck, singing to himself.

Bonnie's already bloodied his nose, and that pisses Greta off. "I swear to God, Bonnie, if you hit him again, I'll leave you."

Bonnie spits out, "But he's one of them!"

"So?"

"So?! You know what Ben's orders were!"

Greta takes a deep breath. She's calmed Bonnie down before, and she can do it again. "I know that we're hiding here, lying to everyone."

Bonnie paces, frantic and frustrated. "We have to kill him, Greta. He knows about us. He knows this station isn't flooded. He knows we're jamming."

Greta takes Bonnie by the arms, pulling her in close. "So. Fucking. What. You heard Mikhail talking in the background. That one, he's crazy. If Ben sends him down here, we've got maybe three, four hours."

"Sends him down here to do what?"

Greta knows from long, intimate years that stubborn Bonnie has to figure things out for herself.

Finally she does. "You think he'd do that? But Jacob would never..."

When Bonnie's voice trails off into silence, it's time to deliver the payload. "I don't know anything about Jacob. But I know you, Bonnie. I love you. And if we're here when Mikhail Bakunin arrives, it's over."

Bonnie presses her face up to the glass porthole, staring at the moon pool as if a sea monster - or Mikhail himself - might break through the dark grey water. "What do we do?"

"We leave."

"Ben catches us, he'll kill us."

"I'd rather die in the jungle than here."

When they open the heavy door, Charlie's lying back in his chair, eyes closed. At least he's stopped the chanting. As Greta pulls on her diving suit, he starts yelling that they can't just leave him.

"Come on," Bonnie says, impatient. "You know we can't untie him."

Not after what you did, Greta thinks, but she holds her tongue.

Just before she and Bonnie dive into the moon pool, Greta loosens Charlie's rope knots. Bending close, she whispers, "Do you like 'Good Vibrations?' You know, the Beach Boys?"

He nods, baffled.

"You're a smart guy. You'll figure it out."

Charlie still looks puzzled when they hit the water with a splash, and are gone.