"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 VIII…
On the main floor, three floors above where Nealon and Rachel Duncan were currently running…Or being carried…For their lives, a somewhat annoyed Paul was frowning at Scott while Cosima was both bemused and intrigued. The four soldiers, two guarding/attempting to intimidate Scott, and the two standing by Cosima, settling for being a bit apprehensive.
"You say there are 'stories'? What 'stories'?" Paul demanded.
Scott eyeing Cosima who nodded…
"Just stories…" he shrugged. "The usual stuff about what they might have got down there…Weird bacteria and viruses, strange animals they did genetic manipulations on…Things from the reject pile or too special to let out…Maybe including humans?"
"Reject pile?" Cosima, a bit miffed. "You mean the clone reject pile?"
"Sorry, didn't mean it that way." Scott, apologetically.
"I don't want 'stories', friend." Paul glared coldly, stepping in rather close proximity to Scott's irritated…Who the f is this clown, again, Cos?...face. "I want facts…What do you know for sure?"
"Hey!" Cosima fumed. "He's trying to tell you what he knows, asshole! Who do you think you are…?"
"The guy commanding the guys with guns." Paul coldly.
"Thank God Sarah's so over you…I pity Rachel if you're all she's got left." Cosima glared. "If you want our cooperation, just ask…Stop waving guns and fists like a schoolyard bully."
Scott smiling…Which turned to worry as Cos gasped for breath a bit.
"Look what you're doing, you jerk!" he pushed Paul back, moving to Cosima…The soldier guards looking to Paul, he frowning but waving them to stand down.
"Are you ok, Cos?" Scott holding her. "Cos?" gently.
"Yeah…" gentle smith to his relieved face. Eyes widening at the tears in his eyes…
"Aw, geesh, Scott." she sighed, shaking head. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry…"
"No prob…" he smiled. "There are so many of you, there's bound to be a straight Cos somewhere…" grin.
"Well, I will put in a good word for you with her, I swear…" she smiled. "And I'm ok…Just let me have a moment."
"Excuse me…" Paul, coolly. "I apologize for upsetting you both. Time seemed a little of the essence? Cosima, do you need medical assist?"
"No…No, I'm ok." She waved a hand.
"I am sorry. Look, I've been stumbling round in the dark on this thing since I was imbedded with Beth…" he sighed. "I do want to help…I wanted to help Beth…Can you tell me anything, either of you? Scott?" he turned to Scott.
"They say…The guys who've been here a while…That there are supposed to be some experiments down there that Dyad doesn't want anyone to see." Scott eyed him. "I'd guess some are clones."
"Lovely." Cosima sighed. "They didn't just treat us like property, they did Nazi-style experiments."
"They were spawned of a eugenics facility…" Paul noted. "Did you expect they'd murder, abuse, and kidnap to carry this project though, but draw the line at experimentation on the clone lines?"
"They say…The guys…" Scott paused. "But most think it's just stories…"
"Right?" Paul waited…Cosima, urging look…Go ahead, Scott.
"There's something down there that kills people…A real-life monster, Frankenstein-style. And Dyad just barely keeps it contained. And it has gotten loose for a little while before…Though those times were hushed up as 'lab accidents'."
"Great…So, Leekie…Or someone…Created a Clonenstein's Monster?" Cosima sighed. "Why am I actually not so surprised?"
…..
"Come on, come on…" Rachel, on her feet on, pulling the gasping…He'd carried her across the complex…Nealon. "I think we confused her when we took the stairs. If we can…Just…" she slammed and secured a door behind her. "…make it to the parking garage…Company car…"
"Yes…" he caught breath… "But, Rachel…What the hell is that thing?"
"My…Sister…Eleanor…" Rachel gasped.
…..
Art's apartment…
"Let me wrap my mind about this one?" Felix sighed at the gently smiling Helena, who turned to resume delicately following the tank's fishes with her forefinger. "You left us to go tell this fellow Jesse that you couldn't pursue a violent barroom romance because your Mama's ghost arranged a mating with Art Bell? One which you are content with?"
"Maybe more than contents…" she grinned shyly…Turning back to the fish.
"You're in love with Arthur Bell?" he blinked.
She turned to look at him…Cocking head. "Yes." Warm smile. Followed by anxious look… "Felix, you is gay, no? I have not broken heart?" worried stare.
"What?" he blinked.