A/N: Well, this is very, very short and very, very pointless, but the next one's almost finished, so I promise I'll post very, very soon again … as a kind of compensation for this rubbish ;)

Hope you like it a little bit, still ;)

Bonnie

"Hey, Kate?" Abby's voice comes from the other side of the screens that Kate's been watching for the past ten minutes, trying to make any sense of the numbers, graphs and codes she's seeing.

She leans back in her chair to peer through a gap in between two of them and catches sight of her Goth friend, back turned towards her, working on some skin samples she means to analyse.

"Yes?"

"You believe in God?"

Kate can't say she's not a bit surprised by that question, especially coming from Abby. They've been talking about nothing, really, a few moments ago, clothes or shoes or whatever, and now this. "Well," Kate replies, "yeah. Sure I do."

Abby might have said hm to that, or nothing at all. She doesn't turn around, anyway, and Kate waits in vain for more to come. So, after a while, she asks: "What about you? You believe in God?"

Her friend screws a small red plastic lid onto the last of her test tubes and puts it on a tray. Then she finally faces Kate, rounding the row of monitors in the centre of her lab and plopping down in a second chair next to Kate's. "I wish I did."

"What do you mean?"

Abby shrugs and inspects her fingernails, varnished pitch black, for a while. "You know," she begins at length, "the things I believe in – they're not … I mean –" She interrupts herself, apparently searching for words. "I mean I believe in U.F.O.s, and in extraterrestrial life, in unexplainable phenomena. In science, too, in Ozzy Osborne…" She grins a bit at that last comment, but that's gone when she continues: "I believe in things like saying what you think, being yourself, being honest. But … that's just not the kind of stuff that saves you, is it? It's nothing that can keep you up when you're drowning." She's silent, still staring at her hands.

Kate's not really certain what she should say now, or where this conversation is headed.

"What about your faith, Kate? Does it help? Right now, I mean?"

"It does. It helps to know that there's something, some power that watches over us and that will … make everything right, eventually. In one or the other way."

"And how can you be so sure of that?"

"Ahm – wow, that's a hard question at this time of night, Abs. At all times, actually. If the sisters in my catholic girls' school had their way, I should probably say they taught me the true meaning of the Bible and I can see how true it is every Sunday I go to church. But aside from the fact that I don't do that, that's just not the way. It's –" Kate hesitates and smiles, almost a little embarrassedly. "It's a silly thing, actually."

"Tell me."

Kate purses her lips and looks at Abby. "Okay", she says after a short moment. "When I was a little girl," she begins, "my dad used to travel a lot, he often stayed away over night when he had to attend conferences and go to concerts and business dinners and such things. My mum sometimes accompanied him, and when she did she took me to my gran and I stayed with her.

My gran lived in the country, she had a big house and a garden, and she had rabbits – bunny rabbits. You know, the kind that have a snowball attached to their bums. Extremely fluffy. I had something of a special bond with one of them, and all white one. Bonnie."

"Bonnie the bunny."

Kate nods and grins. "Yep, Bonnie the bunny. I think I had a picture book with a Bonnie-bunny in it or something, hence the name.

Anyway, one time I stayed, Bonnie was ill and I was sure she was going to die. I cried and cried, until my gran told me to get Bonnie and took me to a place in the forest behind her garden. There was a clearing with a brook running along it, paradise, really.

Gran said she always went there when she was really sad or hopeless. It was a sunny day and the wind was blowing, I really remember it well.

And my gran told me that the wind was God's breath coming down to us. I sat there feeling in on my face and listening to it in the trees. I think that's when I started to really believe in God."

"What happened to Bonnie?"

Kate smiles.

"She was hopping around again like the Easter Bunny the next day."

"Hm. That's a nice story, Kate. I like stories like that."

"Yeah, me too." They are both quiet for some time.

"It's kitsch, I know. It's a childish story. But – I believe in it. I believe in Bonnie", she states determinedly, and Abby laughs.

"Right", she replies, "in Bonnie we trust. I can relate to that."

TBC