"We had an agreement, they can't keep her caged in there like some, some animal." Alison paced nervously. Felix didn't have time to give her the details over the phone. Her paranoid imagination was running wild with horrific possibilities. "We can't just watch, we have to do something."
"We've got our ace in the hole." Donnie raised an eyebrow. Of course. The dead scientist in their garage floor. They had their leverage.
"They don't know we know what we know." She was game. They were thick as thieves since the Leekie incident, and she was ready to ride off with her partner-in-crime to get justice. Good lord, it was exhilarating. "We blackmail them, and demand Sarah and Kira be released."
"No." Donnie puffed out his chest. "Your family just got you back. It's time I start pulling my weight." Who knew accidental murder made a man so bold? "You hold the fort, baby, I'll deal with DYAD."
Mere minutes after sending Donnie off with a certified nasty goodbye kiss, Alison heard a knock at the door. She instinctively reached for her sidearm, creeping up to the curtain to take a peek outside. Felix.
"Oi, do you mind?" he nodded to the pistol, greeting him facefirst.
"Sorry." She tucked away the weapon, ushering him inside. Old habits die hard. "What in the holy heck is happening over there?" Were they okay? What about Cosima?
"I don't know." He shook his head, not wanting to think of the cruelty being unleashed on his sister. "But I do know Mrs. S and Cal have some secret convoluted plan to bust 'em out. We're gonna meet them back at my place."
"Cal? Who's Cal?" Her paranoia was running full-force. She wasn't ready to trust another stranger given their circumstances.
"Kira's father, handsome lumberjack, long story." He said as they piled into Alison's minivan. "Actually, I think you might like him." Speaking of which… "Where's Donnie?"
"Heading to DYAD, demanding Rachel set Sarah and Kira free." She was rather proud of his bold new attitude.
"Donnie? Effing Donnie?" he wasn't sure he'd heard her correctly. "Christ, she'll eat him alive." He couldn't help but laugh.
"Actually, he has a very convincing argument." She replied defensively. Ah, bickering like old times
"What's he gonna do, sit on her?" No matter how dire the circumstance, Felix couldn't resist pushing Alison's buttons.
"So, you're Cal." Cosima curled up on the limo seat. She may have heard a few things.
"Whatever Sarah told you, it's not true." He offered a smile. He was still adjusting to meeting his first clone. Genetic identicals, and yet, Cosima couldn't have been more different than Sarah. It wasn't just the dreadlocks and the nose ring. Despite the ravaging illness and the DYAD drama, there was a light behind those eyes that Sarah never had.
"Oh, I'll bet." Her laugh quickly turned to a violent cough. Heaven forbid she was allowed to have a little fun without being reminded of her dire circumstances.
"Should we pull over?" Cal wasn't as used to the hacking routine.
"We're almost there." She wheezed, refusing to allow for it. Felix's apartment was the closest thing she had to a home since she'd taken the job at DYAD. It would be a welcomed hint of normalcy.
A short car ride later, Cal helped usher her up the stairs. He wished she hadn't insisted on doing it herself, it hurt just to look at her.
"Thanks for the lift." Cosima waved as he headed back to the limo. "Get her back safe."
"Yes ma'am." He gave a faux salute while he disappeared down the stairs.
Cosima knocked gently. She was worlds away from the last time she'd shown up with a suitcase and an apology. Scary how quickly things escalated, really.
Felix opened the door instantaneously. They were equally relieved to see the other standing upright. "Crap, man, I heard she got you good." Cosima greeted him with a gentle hug.
"Please." He rolled his eyes. "I call that dose a Tuesday night." Totally shrugging off a needle to the neck with a joke, of course.
"She should've known better." She winced ever so slightly lowering herself down to the couch. She'd be okay not moving for awhile after all the commotion the day brought.
"Is she here?" Alison was distracted by her cleaning campaign, attempting to bring some sense of tidiness to the apartment. She knew Cosima's condition was bad, but she wasn't prepared to see her like this. She looked so pale, so cold, it was far worse in person than over their Clone Club Skype session. "Oh…goodness."
"Hey, no, it's okay." She silenced a cough in her hand as Alison's fuss machine came out in full force. Pillows were fluffed, blankets were folded. "Honestly, it's just good to be out of that place." Even with all the uncertainty that came with leaving DYAD without her promised treatment, she felt way safer in Felix's loft, where no one was making back room deals about her health.
"Did…did they hurt you?" Alison twirled her cross nervously, too afraid to ask about specifics. She'd been so detached; ducking DeAngelis, dealing with the Leekie, she couldn't help but feel guilty about her sisters taking the brunt of DYADs wrath.
"No, not at all, nothing like that." Cosima shut down the notion. She couldn't stop Alison's freight train of maternal worry, but she wasn't going to burden her with what she'd experienced either. They didn't hurt her, they just refused to help her. "And hopefully, if our plan worked, neither did Sarah."
"Unbelievable." Felix crossed his arms. "Delphine's in charge for ten minutes, and shit completely hits the fan." He scoffed. He'd still felt she was to blame for everything that'd happened to his sister and niece. It didn't matter to him how Cosima felt about her. In his mind, she'd betrayed the Clone Club far too many times.
"It wasn't her." Cosima coughed, coming to her defense. "Rachel set her up to get Kira." She wasn't mad at Felix, he didn't know what she knew. Being the Geek Monkey gave her the burden of knowledge, she'd volunteered for the position long ago, so she accepted it. She pulled her laptop out, hoping she'd some word from the people left behind. "Not like it matters any more, Delphine's gone."
"Gone where?" Felix hadn't expected that bomb to drop. Gamechanger.
"Frankfurt, according to Rachel." So, anywhere, really. Nothing in her inbox. If Delphine really was on a plane, she couldn't expect word from her for a few more hours, at least, but she hadn't expected Scott and Ethan to be completely in the wind.
"But, she was your monitor, they don't just fire monitors." Alison pulled a bowl of soup from the stove for Cosima, contributing the only way she knew how.
"Lord knows if they did, Donnie would've been done years ago." Felix leaned on the counter
"You need to eat." Alison shot him a glare while she pushed the bowl across the coffee table.
"Right, starve a cold, feed an autoimmune disease." She accepted it with a slight smile before rubbing her temples tiredly. Delphine was hard to talk about. She couldn't dwell on it. Her time was running out. She had to keep chasing the science if she wanted to stick around. It was time she came clean with the truth. "I'm not really holding out for a new monitor."
"What do you mean? They gave you the bone marrow, Ethan's workin' on a cure, they have to keep an eye on you." Felix wasn't following.
"There was no transplant." It hurt to break the news. It meant everything they'd sacrificed, the pain Kira had to go through, whatever unspoken torture Sarah endured, was all for naught.
"That…that's unacceptable, you need that marrow, they know that!" They broke their deal. Alison was livid. It wasn't right.
Felix leaned against the counter. DYAD had thrown the riles out the window. "Bloody hell, we're in the shit now." He sighed
"Yeah." Cosima folded her wandering hands, fumbling her fingers nervously. So, so much uncertainty. If Cal and Marion were telling the truth, Sarah would be joining them soon. They'd come up with something. They had to. She couldn't avoid the next round of coughs that spewed up with a vengeance.
Alison quit her nervous pacing to sit next to Cosima on the couch. She rested her hand on her back, trying to quell the storm brewing in her lungs and esophagus and bring some silent comfort.
Felix's phone dinged in his pocket. Art, again. He was a popular man today. "Mrs. S." He lied, putting the phone back in his pocket. They'd dealt with enough for one afternoon, no need to pile Helena on top just yet. "Sarah'll be here soon. Call me if you need anything, yeah?" He buttoned his collar, giving them a nod before sliding the door behind him.
Cosima's exhaustion was finally catching up with her. She curled up on the couch, resting her head on Alison's lap while she set her gun, car keys, and phone on the coffee table. Be available, be ready.