"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 III…
Angie, to Art, as they hurried along the corridor on the medical facilities level of Dyad Institute… "So? Art? You finally come back to your desk, tell me we can finally move on this thing with some chance of getting somewhere…And still, I got nothing from you on what it's about? And just where are we…?" she paused as Art stopped to order two police officers in uniform guarding a group of some anxious, some cleverly cautious, some cluelessly annoyed…Hey, it's Halloween, I gotta get home and take the kids out…Dyaders by the elevator to get down to operating room C and keep a guard on the staff and its patient there. He turned to face the opening elevator…
"Officer Bell…" Paul Dierden in military combat uniform…Four heavily armed soldiers beside him.
"Dierden. What the hell are you doing here and what's with…" Art indicated the uniform.
"Probably, in part, for the same reason you're here…To put things right for Beth's sake…And sorry, I couldn't let you or Beth know I was still in the military." He sighed. "But, I'm afraid this is now out of your jurisdiction, officer."
"Christ…" Angie muttered…
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"Chad…Honey?" Ansley called…Moving cautiously forward down the dark hall…Pausing to button up blouse a bit.
Damn…This huge science institution and not a flashlight or a back-up emergency light or generator to be had?
"Chad?! Get your stupid ass in gear and come back here!" she tried. "Sorry, character association…I love you!"
"Love…Nice…" guttural hiiss…
"Who's that?! Chad? Are you joking around? I think you made that Kahlua extra strong just to get me woosy…Honey?! Alison Hendrix, if that's you, lets just remember who thought they killed whom. I was just doing my job. Chad was your senior monitor…Ally? Chad?!" she peered…
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Halloween theme still playing in background from back up the hall on Chad's CD player…
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"Is it really true…?" Alison Hendrix, in car…Our getaway car, she fondly noted to Donnie…To Sarah, clutching Kira in anxious grip. "Art's brought in the cops and federal authorities to take Dyad down?"
"I guess…I don't know, Ally…Oh, monkey…" Sarah hugged Kira tight.
"We can find out from Detective Bell later." Donnie urged, eyeing the road ahead…And somewhat anxiously, behind, via rear-view mirror. "The first thing is to get you home safe and to see a doctor and be sure they didn't harm you or Kira."
"Absolutely…Good thinking, honey." Ally patted him.
"Thanks…Thank you, Donnie…" Sarah, gratefully.
"I'm just sorry we couldn't get you out sooner." He shook head. "Thank God your contact was able to pull it off, I couldn't make any headway with the police or the feds."
"Is Rachel gone now, Mummy?" Kira asked, a bit anxious. "She was very…Scary."
"That psycho is never coming near you again, Kira." Sarah patted her. "I'll…Deal with her…Myself first."
"Well, lets hope prison or a mental institution is the next stop for our strange sister." Ally sighed. "Kira…" she looked back, smiling warmly. "It's so good to see you again."
"Thanks, Auntie Ally." Kira beamed. "You're my uncle Donnie?" she eyed Donnie from back.
"That I am, kiddo." He smiled. "And so nice to meet ya, I can't say."
"We're not being pursued, Sarah…" Ally noted to the anxiously staring back Sarah. "I think your friend, whoever she is, has kept her word."
"Yeah. I guess." Sarah nodded. "Her name's Marion Bowles, she works for Topside…Which I guess…"
"Controls the Dyad Group…We know." Donnie nodded. "Your foster mother Mrs. S told us a little and we've been doing our own net searches."
"Apparently she and some others there aren't crazy about Rachel's methods…" Sarah sighed. "But how did Art manage to get a chance to move on Dyad? Did she give him something…?"
"He said he's been in touch with old friends at the CSIS and the FBI…They've actually been looking into Dyad, Sarah. There are people who care about doing right here." Alison beamed.
"Poor Beth would be so proud of him…" she noted.
"Wish I could split meself in two and give him her back…" Sarah sighed. "He's been the one person we could count on outside ourselves and ole Don here." Beam to Donnie who grinned back briefly.
"Well, I can't say I match Arthur's record…" Donnie began.
"What matters is you were always true blue in your heart, to me." Ally fondly, squeezing his hand. "Donnie?" she blinked, staring out the windshield. "That's…" she pointed.
"Military, yeah…" he nodded. Watching the truck pass… "Looks like Art may have brought in the big guns."
"Or they might be moving in to stop him and his guys…" Sarah, worried…Looking after the passing truck…
"Maybe we'd better get off this road, just in case…" Ally suggested.
"Yeah…Lets take the scenic route…" Donnie nodded. "Don't worry guys, we mapped out a backroads way before we came. It'll be fine." He scanned the road ahead…
"Right on the next one…" Ally noted.
"You're the best, guys…Thanks." Sarah told them. Kira hugging her. "It's ok, monkey…I mean leopard…" she eyed Kira's frown, grinning. "It is me, sweetie…I remembered."
"I know it's you, Mummy. Thank you for remembering…" hug.
"Leopard, oooh…" Ally cooed. "My little girl, Gemma, loves leopards and cheetahs…" she beamed. "I can't wait for you to meet your cousins, Kira. This is all so wonderful…" she teared up.
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"Out of my jurisdiction, maybe…Colonel…" Art eyed the uniform. "But we have the CSIS here and the FBI…And I doubt it is out of theirs…"
"And they're involved…Why?" Angie asked, anxiously.
"I don't think you understand just how much is at stake here, Art." Paul sighed. "This is a national security matter…I'll explain that to your associates if you'd call them to confer."
"Sir…" one of the soldiers interrupted, listening on radio. "I have a urgent call from Unit 2 on the lower levels…"
"Just a moment…" Dierden put up a hand. "Art, for your own sake…"
"Sir. They're reporting an emergency situation…They need…" the soldier paused. "It's gone dead, sir." He offered Paul the radio.
"So we were sayin' about involvement and what this is all about…?" Angie, eagerly.
"I wouldn't go there, officer." Paul shook head, taking radio. "Hello…Report? Unit 2, report?"
"It's…Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" a sudden cry on the radio….
"Is that the theme from 'Halloween'?" Angie asked Art as all listened to the near dead quiet on the radio. Static a moment later…
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