"Orphans Beloved: "Halloween: The Night She Came Home…"
Summary: Like my Immortal Beloved bits in my Buffyverse stories, these are fragments and short bits, some longer…Just to fiddle with ideas, possibly forming longer tales later.
Disclaimer: No copywrite infringement intended…
(Note: Might keep this one going, we'll see. Anyway…It seems there was yet another "problem" child in the clone mix…)
Part II…
Dyad Institute…Present day. Ten minutes after Rachel became a living personification of the targeted moon in the French silent "A Voyage to the Moon"…
OR room…
Cries, lights swirling about, anxious and frightened, confused, and in a number of cases, this being the Dyad Institute, cautious people milling about, calling, yelling, talking quietly…
Rachel on gurney, sedated, trying to feebly monitor and even control the situation…Vaguely giving orders to seize Manning, secure Kira…
Suddenly giving into panic… "Aldous?! Where's Aldous!? Daddy?! Daddy, don't leave me again!" cry.
"Shhh…Shhh…Rachel…" Dr. Nealon's voice, calming…Strong… "It's going to be all right. The artifact didn't enter your brain, you're very fortunate. Just lie quiet and…"
"Doctor…Nealon…" She grabbed at him. "Manning! You've got to get…She did this to me! Bring…Kira…here…!"
"She's delirious. You have heard nothing." He turned to a nurse nervously backing him up by the gurney.
"Rachel…" he hissed, bending over… "We can't do anything about Manning and her daughter right now. Someone has intervened to release them. The police are here, demanding we allow them access…"
"Who…Who?" she groaned, trying to keep voice down.
"No idea as yet but highly placed. Rachel, you must deny any knowledge of any actions against Manning or her child. We'll have to deal with them later. For now, we must get you secure, stop the bleeding, and get you to safety. For now you know nothing about Manning or her daughter, understand?" he eyed her, eyes above a mask boring into her.
"Yes…Help me, Aldous…" she murmured.
"Come, lets begin…" Nealon called.
"Doctor…" the nurse hesitated. "If the police…" Looking apprehensive…
"No one will arrest you for saving a life…But I will have you shot or shoot you myself if you try to leave, nurse." He glared.
"The hell you will…" the nurse backed off, raising a grabbed scapel. Several other medical personel in the room looking nervously at the two…
"Shoot her if she takes another step toward the door." Nealon turned to a security guard in OR gown, his gun drawn.
The guard eyed him, then the nurse, shaking head. "Sorry, doc…I don't get paid enough to face federal prison…Uh…" he groaned as Nealon shot him in the stomach, the guard falling to floor, the nurse paralyzed…As were the others…
"Get to work or I won't hesitate to shoot the rest of you." He noted calmly, gun in hand. "Reynolds, take care of the guard."
Dr. Reynolds, in gown and mask, eyeing Nealon…
When you say "take care…"?
"Just settle him until the authorities can help him. He panicked and became deranged when they broke in. Move people, or some of you can join him…" he waved the others over to him.
"Emergency!" the groaning guard's radio blared. "We need help in Sub-sub-sub section 1! Power's been cut! For God's sake, where's the rest of the…Ahhhhh!" cut off…
All the medical team with Nealon ignoring as they began working on Rachel…
"So…I guess we'll just hafta…Yank it out of there, kid…" Reynolds, rejoining the group at gurneyside, affecting John Wayne accent to the now-giggling nurse.
"I can still shoot you two and have two team members left to assist." Nealon noted.
Oh…Someone still loves me…Even with my power possibly somewhat on the wane…Rachel thought, beaming…Ow. Moaning softly as the local anesthestic took effect… And I never knew…Smile…Ow!
It's like that song…
No, don't blink…Do not bl…Ohhhh OWWWW!
"There, there…We've given you a local and we're putting you under now." Nealon patted her.
We found love in a hopeless place…Rachel stared up at the eyes scanning her.
"Freeze!" a voice called from the OR entrance…
Truly hopeless…OW! Don't blink!
God, I've been wanting to say that for so many months…Art thought, holding gun level at Nealon who reluctantly put up hands.
"Bad time, officer…We've a patient at risk here." Nealon growled.
Oh…He's defending me against an armed police officer…Of Arthur Bell's caliber, judging byt the voice…Rachel thought…Trying vaguely to raise head.
No! Don't, don't…Blink! OWWWWW! She howled.
"We have to operate, officer, she's losing blood!" Nealon, urgently.
"Art, now can you finally tell me what the hell is going on? We're in the place and arresting them all, right?" Angie, behind Art. "For Christ sake I don't have to 'go there', we're here…" she eyed his frown.
A buzz of his cell a welcome distraction for him…
God…Angie rolled eyes.
"Bell here…Yes? What? Where? When?"
"He's good…" Angie nodded to Reynolds who was eyeing Art on his phone with obvious admiration for his cool professional style. "Say any chance you could tell me what all this is…?"
"Oh, sure…Up to my clearance level…" Reynolds nodded. Nealon, glaring…Rachel gently passing out under the gas applied by the nurse.
"Come on, Ange…" Art called… "You can proceed doctor, till the police ambulance arrives. But I am sending the first man I can here to take you all into custody so if you don't want to be shot, I suggest no funny moves or attempts to escape. Lets go, Angie."
Son of a bitch…Angie fumed.
Meanwhile, far below…On level sub-sub…In a powerless, darkened corridor…
Heavy breathing…Growls…
And the theme from "Halloween"…Down the hall…
"Chad?" one Dyader in lab coat eyed her partner…Dr. Chad Norris…Ex-suburban house-husband/gym hound/neighborhood gigolo/senior monitor for subject Alison Hendrix…
"You think it's funny to play that just cause the lights went out and it's Halloween? You know, fun's fun but I think those years monitoring that freak in Scarsborough have like really regressed your id…IQ…"
Yep…Chad smiled at his partner…Her coat open, her blouse as well…
Formula 142B is a success in lowering inhibitions…And intellect. And so noted in operational log of the day.
Though of course shock from a near-death experience can't be ruled out as a confounder…
"Ansley…Babe." he beamed. "I just want you to have a chance to relax after all that's happened."
And after four years of getting nothing in suburban hell but a spin class teacher and Hendrix, owing to her not wanting to be "unprofessional"…
Back down the hallway, an open door pushed open, just carefully enough to avoid any noise…Sniffing sounds, more heavy breathing…Gutteral growls. Pause…Hmmn…
Fee-fi-fo-fum…
Someone's horny…
Back down to where Dr. Chad and his "resurrected" via acting skills and his own knowledge of medicine and CPR, wife…A temp if legal arrangement for the job that had "blossomed" over the years…Sealed by his Prince Charming rescue effort…Into what would soon be the real thing, he'd assured her.
Or, maybe not, now he'd finally gotten her after all this time nearly into the sack…
"Oh…Chad…You saved my life from that f-ing psycho bitch. You really do love me." Ansley sighed as he embraced her. "Say that cocoa and Kahlua was really good…" she giggled. "Come mere…" she pulled.
Crash down the hall…
"What's that?" she looked.
"Someone stumbled in the dark…Security, probably. Hey, fellah?! You okay down there?!" Chad called.
"Say, maybe it's the police…" Anysley, nervously. "They told me upstairs it looked like the jig was up for us…"
"For the senior staff…" Chad shrugged. "For sharks like us, Ans…Never. We'll land on our…"
Crash…
"Chad?! Can you go see?" Ansley nervously…Instinctively putting hand to her throat. "Maybe Alison is here, too?…Looking to be in on the Dyad kill? Chad?" shaking of head anxiously. "I don't want to see her…" gulp.
"It's not Alison, don't worry…Hey!" Chad called. "Who's there? This is Dr. Norris…"
Theme from "Halloween", louder…
"Chad…Could you please turn that stupid thing off?" Ansley fumed.
"Don't be a scardy-cat…After winning actress of the month at our last all-hands corporate meeting, playing a corpse for two hours in the funeral parlor and church, nothing should faze you."
"I was drugged, that helped. Chad, will you just move your stupid ass and go check, please? Oooh, sorry. I can't help slipping back into character with you." She noted, sheepishly.
"It's fine. It actually feels natural…" he grinned. "Ok, I'll have a look…"
"Thanks…I'll be wait…ing…" she cooed. Wiggling a bit, with grin as he moved down the hall.
"Hey, fella?!" he called. "What's going on upstairs? And what happened to…Huuuh…Ahhhhhhh!" his scream echoing…
"Chad!" Ansley screamed. "Ally, if that's you?! I have a gun!"
Halloween theme playing on…
Pretty…Man….Stare at Chad on floor…
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