Trinity glared menacingly at Mercy, completely ignoring the fact that Jack was still there. "What the hell do you think you're doing by bringing men here?!" she snapped, nearly yelling. Her voice cracked from the lack of use over the last three years. A sickening bile built up in her stomach, but she ignored it, even as it created a horrible taste in her mouth. She stood, towering over Mercy. Her lips were in a thin line and her nose flared with anger. "Neither of them can be trusted! They are no different from those vile creatures that I was forced to live with!" Angry tears formed in her eyes as the memories hit her full force.. Every night she was forced to endure the violation. She had endured pure hell. For the first time in nearly three years, she lashed out. Before she had been to afraid of death to fight back. She clenched her fists in tight balls and shook from head to toe.. She lost what little control she had left and threw the punch, intending to inflict as much pain as she could to rid of some of her own.
To be completely honest, Mercy hadn't been expecting the punch, but she took it gracefully. Standing back straight and not retaliating. She braced for a second one, but it never came, instead she heard a loud 'oomph' as it connected with Jack's chest.
Trinity's eyes widened as her fist made contact with Jack's chest. She hardly cared. He had been stupid enough to get in her way. She continued punching him again and again, hardly phasing him until she fell to the floor with exhaustion.. She scrambled to her feet and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking herself in. Once alone, she allowed for her sobs to take over. Jack turned to Mercy. "Are you alright?" he asked.
Mercy rubbed her jaw where a bruise was swelling. "I'm fine... more worried about her, honestly" Jack grabbed a hand towel and made a makeshift icepack with ice from the freezer in the kitchen. He handed it to Mercy. "Why does she hate Pearse so much?" "Think about it. He's a priest, a man of god. She's carrying the spawn of leeches. It's like the Cullen girl." she held the pack to her jaw. Jack laughed. Only Mercy could get punched in the jaw, and be worried if her attacker was ok. "I'll go check on her." She handed the pack to Jack.
Trinity was curled up on the linoleum floor, her sobs now subsided and were replaced with hiccups. She heard Mercy at the door, but chose to ignore her. "Go away!" she choked. The only thing that she wanted was the eternal darkness that supposedly came with death. If she were pregnant, which she was pretty sure that she was, it would be an abomination that she was carrying. She slowly calmed enough to go into a state that was right in the middle of sleep and consciousness. Her eyes remained open, but glazed over as memories of the darkness overtook her mind.
Mercy slid down with her back to the door, hugging her knees. She looked up slightly when Pearse crouched down in front of her. "You know what's going to happen." Mercy nodded, her eyes brimming with tears. She stood up and opened the door. "Trinity?" She asked softly.
Trinity did not look up. Her mind felt numb...there was nothingness. She had finally succumbed to the depression that had started years ago. The only sound that acted as a reply to Trinity was something that sounded like, "Go away."
Mercy stood in the doorway for a few more moments before she tried again. "Trinity. You need to say something, honey." She looked over her shoulder to motion Pearse away.
Trinity looked up at Mercy, but only barely moved her head....... Her stomach growled loudly in protest to not being fed for so long. She grumbled before turning away. She resented the calmness that Mercy brought with her, regardless of how soothing she found Mercy's presence.
"Is it safe?" Jack's voice echoed in her head. She snorted. "I really wish you wouldn't do that." She admonished halfheartedly. "I just don't want to startle her." He echoed back. "What do you need Trinity?" Mercy asked, kneeling next to the young girls prone form.
"Go away," grumbled Trinity. She twitched into a tighter ball, hugging her knees close to her chest. Her stomach growled again, sending a small wave of pain through her gut. ---
"I'm not going anywhere..." Mercy stroked her hair lightly. "I need you to talk to me." Her hand stilled on Trinity's temple. (She's going Jasper)
Trinity felt the calm that she had realized that had come with being around Mercy. "I-I just-its that Pearse guy-I don't trust him," she grumbled. Her muscles relaxed slightly.
"It's alright" Mercy soothed. "It's just an effect. It'll pass." She resumed stroking her hair. "Do you like Jack?"
Mercy nodded to Jack, who was leaning in the doorway. He pushed off and walked out into the kitchen. "You're gonna have to come out here if you want to eat, Hun." She stood and helped Trinity stand. When they got out, Jack had already put a frozen dinner in the microwave, and was busy with something on his laptop. Mercy leaned against the edge of the counter as Trinity sat down. Jack pulled up his music program and started Pachelbel's Canon playing.
Trinity blinked dumbly. It had been a very long time since she had heard that song. "Erm...why are you playing that?" she asked, her voice finally returning.
"Music is important, for anyone, anywhere. And I wanted to listen to this song." Jack turned when the microwave beeped and pulled the tray out. "Here you go." He said brightly
Trinity smiled slightly. She scarfed the food down like there was no tomorrow. As she ate, she thought over everything that had happened. Surely this was some sick and twisted dream and she was still in her cell. The thought made her frown.
Mercy grimaced. Trinity still wasn't convinced that this was real. She sighed and walked into the bathroom.. " Keep her occupied" She sent to Jack. She felt Jack's affirmative as she shut the door. She stripped down and got in the shower, more for grounding than anything. She kept the water relatively cool, only at her skin temperature. She took her hair down and sank to the floor, letting her mind clear and trying not to cry again.
Trinity watched Mercy leave to go into the bathroom. She heard the familiar and soothing sound of shower water running. She turned back to Jack.
"Is she always like this?" she asked in a low whisper, afraid that if she spoke any louder, someone else might hear her.
Mercy stood up after a long while, thought the shower water had not yet run cold. She wrapped a towel around her torso and walked out. Jack whistled appreciatively and Mercy gave him the finger. Jack snorted into his coffee.
Despite herself, Trinity found this oddly amusing. For the first time in years, she was able to smile and it wasn't forced. Her eyebrows shot up. She wondered with an unexplained pang of sadness if the two were dating. Her smile turned to a frown when Pearse strolled in. She could not identify what made her hate him so much; she just wanted to lash out at him.
An almost panicked look passed between Jack and Mercy. Pearse stopped in his tracks and turned to face the door. "Mercy, I do realize this is your hotel room, but could you please have some modesty."
"Pearse, I'm 142 years old, I've long since stopped caring." and as if to prove a point, she pulled a t-shirt over her head and let the towel fall to the floor. Pearse sighed and Mercy giggled. The shirt came down just to her thighs. Jack whistled again and a pillow was promptly thrown at his face. He caught it with a startled 'oof'. Mercy strode over to Pearse and handed him a paper, and her car keys.
"Be a dear and get us some Dinner." She pressed the note firmly into his hand and leaned in to whisper, "She wants to hurt you, so I suggest you do this for self preservation. You remember Marion." Pearse nodded and walked out. Mercy walked back to her suitcase and fished out a pair of Pajama bottoms.
"Fraggles, really?" Jack quirked an eyebrow.
Trinity gasped for air between her bouts of giggles. She gripped her sides as she tried to stop. When she had finally calmed down, her face was flushed. She cleared her throat. "What are we going to do now?" she asked with a frown. "Those bastards are still out there," she spat. Her eyes darkened with the fury flowing through her at the thought of her own reality.
Even if this was a dream, she had no desire to wake up to her very real nightmare.
Mercy calmed the tension again, looking to Jack for support. Jack came to the rescue with a lame joke. "What do you get when you cross a rose with a sheep dog?""I don't know." Mercy responded."Cauliflower." Jack grinned. Mercy groaned. "Get it, Collie-flower?"
Trinity's eyebrows shot up with confusion. She sighed and shook her head. She looked up to Mercy. "Is he always...so...?" She wasn't sure how to finish her sentence. At least he wasn't quite so annoying as the other man.
"Perky?" Mercy finished the other girls sentence. "Not usually, but when the time calls for it." She started for the door a few seconds before someone knocked. She paid the delivery girl for three large sacks of take away containers. "Hungry?"
Trinity blushed. She blinked as her stomach growled. "Depends on what it is," she replied evenly. "When can we go and take care of those filthy bastards?"
Jack eyed Mercy with an amused expression. 'She's a persistent one,' he thought.
The young girl's face hardened. "I don't want anyone else to go through what I did...and what I am still experiencing," she murmured.
'Think she's psychic?' Mercy raised an eyebrow, looking to Jack.
'One way to find out..' Jack's voice silenced, but she could tell he was trying to touch Trinity's mind. 'Don't think so' He sent back.
"It's just Chinese." Mercy answered, peering into the bag. "So whatever you want, really."
Trinity huffed a sigh. She suspected that they were hiding something from her, but she wasn't entirely sure what. A horrid thought crossed her mind. What if they were connected with those...vampires, or whatever Mercy had called them? She kept a calm demeanor, but her mind raced at a million miles per second, thinking of ways to get away from them as soon as possible. Her eyes were glazed over as her thoughts were processed.
Mercy cursed psychically. That was NOT what Trinity needed to be thinking about.
"Trinity..." She began tiredly. "We are not in any way in league with the leeches. Yes, I can read your mind, no I'm not trying to, and Jack and I AREN'T together."
Trinity's eyes widened, first fearfully and then full of surprise. Then she felt guilty for ever having those thoughts. She adverted her gaze to her feet.
Jack chuckled. "Hey, would you like to join Torchwood?" he asked with a grin.
Trinity glanced at Mercy quickly.
Mercy sighed, smiling, and shook her head. "Anything that moves." she muttered laughingly.
Jack shot her a mock-hurt look. "That's right..." She teased "You have your Welshman now." Jack put a hand over his heart.
"You wound me."
Trinity's eyebrows shot up. She covered her mouth with her hand to stop herself from bursting into uncontrollable giggles. Instead she gasped. "Welshman?" she squealed. She quickly composed herself before murmuring. "Well, I am sure that he is extremely lucky." Her head hung low as she realized that the one man that she had thought that she could be with once she recovered emotionally from the wounds that she had been inflicted with was taken. "Sorry...but I plan on joining the Sanctuary."
Jack frowned and glared mockingly at Mercy. 'Of course you had to be the one to get to her first,' he scowled through his thoughts.
'I'm the one who found her...' Mercy sent back with a smirk. "anyways" She said aloud, "How about some lunch?" She blew a strand of her unruly black hair out of her face. Jack laughed. "What?"
"You're one hundred forty-two years old, and you can still act like a four year old." Jack teased.
"You're one to talk, Captain Cheesecake." Mercy stuck her tongue out. Jack grinned.
"It's on now, Tinkerbell"
"Oh yeah, Major Kong"
"Alice"
"Dorian!" Jack feigned shock. He drew a breath and paused, trying to think of another name. Failing at that, he blew a raspberry at Mercy.
Trinity sighed. Regardless of how amusing she found their childish antics, she quickly grew bored of it all. Her first priority was to rid the world of the ones who had violated her in so many ways, then she could move on with her life and work for the Sanctuary. "If it involves food, I'm all in," she said, her voice cracking less and less now.
'Maybe we should call in Dr. Cullen...or try and get the Doctor to come back,' Jack thought, frowning. 'If she is carrying a vampire-hybrid, this could end badly.'
'And it's code V not Code VII, it'll be worse than the Cullen girl' Mercy smiled amiably, putting on a front for Trinity. "Dig in!" She gestured to the various and sundry take away containers.
Trinity took a little of everything. She stuffed her face until her plate was cleaned. Her thoughts drifted to trivial things, like all that she had missed, what the future would hold for her once this was all done with, and when they would get out of the hotel room. She had to admit that the room was nice, extravagant compared to the concrete room that she had been stuck in. A shudder rippled down her spine at the thought. She winced, but hoped that neither Jack, and especially not Mercy noticed. The binging on food sent a wave of sickness through her. She cursed mentally before running to the bathroom to purge the excess.
"Maybe you should make her take things slow," whispered Jack. "She looks like she's only eaten enough to keep her alive." 'Though why those leeches didn't change her is beyond me,' he added through his thoughts. 'And maybe you should make her understand that she isn't allowed to kill Pearse either. He could be back at any moment.'
'True' Mercy nodded and sat back to wait until Trinity came back
Trinity came back several minutes later, looking rather pale. She wrinkled her nose at the smell of the food. She sat on the couch, pulling her legs close to her chest. "So you knew all along, huh?" Her comment was directed at Mercy. 'About everything that I've been through?' Her thoughts were laced with sadness and regret, not to mention the fact that she felt dirty. "What else don't I know?"
"Yeah..." Mercy said. "The more you know, the more chance of you getting hurt, so we'll not go there unless needed. Things you don't know... You're carrying a half vampire child, Pearse is not out to kill you and we're calling in back up, namely Dr. Cullen." She looked to Jack. "That about cover it?"
Jack nodded. "I've died before."
"What's the worse that can happen to me, huh?" retorted Trinity, her anger rising again. "If its death, don't bother worrying." She ignored Jack's comment, feeling that it would take months, if not years to process, if she even lived that long
"The worst that's going to happen to you, is bringing that child to term. from what I've heard it's a very painful process, though we haven't dealt with Code V before." Jack could feeling the calm radiating from Mercy.
"And the worst thing you could do, is murder Pearse." Jack chimed in. Mercy punched him in the arm.
"He's not bad, it's just a side effect of the baby. He's a priest, so the baby automatically doesn't like him. I'm not saying you have to like him, just please don't kill him, alright?"
Despite the calm that Mercy was projecting through the room, Trinity shuddered. Her eyes moved to Jack, the cold orbs were murderous at the mention of the Catholic priest. She felt her jaw clench. "Just keep him away from me as much as possible then," she hissed.
"We'll try, but that doesn't give you any reason to kill him."
Trinity grunted, crossing her arms over her chest. Her foul mood had obviously returned in full force.
'She is really stubborn,' Jack sighed mentally. 'I don't envy your ability as an empath.'
"Thanks'" Mercy murmured sarcastically. Her head swung around to the window. "Ianto's on is way." She said to Jack, who looked confused. "Psychic, remember?" She tapped a finger to her temple. "You don't exactly hide your thoughts about him." She turned to Trinity. "Anything that moves" She pointed to Jack with a grin.
Trinity glared at Mercy. She sighed and relaxed slightly. She shifted uncomfortably. She stood and walked just outside the door. 'Mercy,' she called with her mind. It felt weird to call someone with just a mere thought, but she thought that it could come in useful down the road if she ever got into a situation that she would otherwise not be able to get out of.
"I can hear you, Trinity, but you can't hear me, We'll have to work on that." Mercy called. There was a sharp undignified squeak from inside the room.
Trinity tensed. 'Can I talk to you...alone...either outside, or in the room. It doesn't matter.' She felt herself trembling.
"What about?" Mercy moved to shut the door as she came out into the hall...
"What else can you do?" asked Trinity. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"Lots of things... what do you mean exactly? In reference to the psychic stuff, I can also control emotions, sort of, more like influence them one way or another. If someone is being really stubborn, I won't effect them. In reference to the physical, I'm 142, there's a lot I've learned." She spun on her toe gracefully. "What exactly do you mean?"
Trinity frowned. She turned away, wishing that she had not been on an emotional overdrive. "I'm sorry if being around me has been hard on you," she confessed. "And your jaw...I...." She sighed, unsure of what to say without it sounding to awkward. She hardly knew the woman, and yet she felt a bond. It was probably post-traumatic-stress that was getting to her.
Mercy touched the bruise absently. "It's not your fault, none of it." She slowly placed a hand on Trinity's shoulder. "Pearse will be out for a while. he's meeting Ianto at the airport." She opened the door and went back inside, motioning for Trinity to follow her.
Trinity did so. She couldn't help but feeling apprehension at Pearse coming back. She wasn't sure if she could control herself once she did. Her face remained a blank mask as she followed Mercy.
A screeching sound came from the parking lot. The front door burst open and four pale teenagers walked in.
Trinity stared at them with wide, fearful eyes. She jumped back and her muscles tensed, prepared for a fight.
"Edward." Mercy greeted cordially, she felt Jack freeze behind her. "Alice, Jasper, and you must be Bella" She nodded to each of the vampires in turn. "Jack, Trinity, These are the Cullen's. Code VII's. Are Esme and Carlisle on their way?"
Alice grinned. "I came because I kept on seeing visions of Trinity," she chimed. "Carlisle was packing his stuff when we left."
Edward frowned at Trinity, having read the thoughts of Jack and Mercy already. "We should get a bigger place." He turned to Mercy. "Are there any others coming?"
Bella nodded to Mercy. "I am. How did you know that?"
Jasper was tense as he looked around the room. He sent calming waves toward Trinity.
Trinity stared at them, then looked to Mercy, silently asking for an explanation.
"Sanctuary." she said simply. "There's a house down the way. I know the owners... They'd let us stay." She pulled out her cell phone and texted someone. "Alright?" She locked gazes with Edward, silently communicating something. He nodded and turned on his heel. "We'll see you at Drwgg llarien(Droog warrien - Fox's den-It's welsh)"
Ianto Jones was not in the best of moods when he landed in Sea-Tac airport. 10 hours on a plane from Cardiff wasn't his idea of fun. Especially when Jack had received a call from some unknown woman, and promptly gallivanted off with the head of CIB. Not that he had anything against Pearse Harmon, But he couldn't think more different traveling companions. He grimaced at the thought of what that flight must have been like. He grabbed his bags and headed out to a lesser used portion of the airport, where a small Cessna had been chartered to take him the rest of the way to Westport, which thankfully had an airstrip.
"Ianto Jones?" The man standing by the plane asked as he approached.
"That's me." He showed the man his ID card.
"Lets go then." The pilot helped him load the bags and they took off. It was a half hour flight to Westport. Half an hour till he saw Jack again.
"You guys go on ahead," murmured Alice as the others left. She kissed Jasper on the lips before letting him leave. Her attention went to Trinity. A flashy grin crossed her face that reached her eyes, making Trinity shudder. "We need to take you out shopping!" she squealed.
Trinity sighed, silently begging for the entourage of new people to just end. All that she wanted was to be left in peace so that she could plot her revenge.
'You shouldn't let her go through with that plan,' Alice thought warningly. She danced up to Trinity and took her into a light embrace, to which Trinity stiffened. "I'm Alice by the way," she greeted in a sweet voice.
"I gathered," replied Trinity curtly. 'Just how many people do you need to take out a few vampires?' she wondered
"More than we have" Mercy answered. "Lets go. Mr. Jones should be arriving soon." She glanced meaningfully at Jack.
Trinity groaned loudly. Her head throbbed painfully. She glared accusingly at Mercy. "Thanks," she growled sarcastically.
Alice smiled at Jack knowingly.
"So...Alice, how about sharing your man...Jasper?" suggested Jack, grinning.
Trinity frowned, disgusted. She mumbled something about needing some fresh air and went outside.
Mercy followed Trinity quickly, grabbing her coat and shaking her head. "Trinity! Wait!" She called hurriedly, running to catch up to the taller girl.
Trinity turned. "What?" she asked softly.
"What's wrong?" Mercy came to a stop next to her.
"Just got a headache," grunted Trinity. "And I don't do well with a lot of people," she admitted, shifting her feet uncomfortably.
"Neither do I." Mercy admitted. "Being empathic doesn't mix well with crowds." She smiled ruefully. a plane landed in the distance. "Mr. Jones will be here soon." She looked up into the clouded sky. "You'll like Drwgg llarien. It's calm there."
Trinity used the rail to steady herself. After everything that she'd been through, the last couple days had been...well too much for her. "Where's it at?" she asked. 'As long as I can sleep on the way there.'
"It's only a few minutes away from here." Mercy said softly.
"When are we leaving?" asked Trinity. She blinked back the weariness that started to overtake her, hoping that this was normal considering her circumstances. 'I'm going crazy,' she thought. 'Mind readers, empath, vampires, immortal people...that sort of stuff just doesn't exist. This has to be some sort of joke.'
"It's no joke" Mercy answered her thoughts. "Though you're right, this all must seem very strange, being raised in a world to believe people like me don't exist. and you've gotta be tir..." Mercy cut off with a gasp. Her hands went instinctively to her abdomen as she fell to the floor of the balcony. "Never... goes... smooth" She tried to stand up, but collapsed back down. a pool of blood began forming under her.
(A/N) I apologize for the random re organizing of the chapters, it was due to some formatting errors on my part, so I beg forgiveness. On with the show!