Moema entered her home to find Atlas and Frank sitting on her couch, chatting, while Patrick napped in the armchair and Moira cooked. The adults looked towards Moema who hung up he light jacket and slipped off her shoes. "Welcome back, Moema." greeted Moira who smiled widely. It was still so exciting to her that her husband was regaining himself more and more every day. It'd only been a week since he had woken up!
"Thank you Moira. Smells lovely." nodded Moema who set her bag by the armchair before gently scooping up Patrick and bringing him to her bedroom. She set him down and created a little nest around him. She then put on her house shoes and went back out to the living room. The door she left cracked open. "Fancy seeing you in my home, Frank."
A small and forced smirk crossed his features, "I would have asked, but you've got Jamison workin' th'desk now... He won't let me past." Frank's tone was rather accusing.
"That's why I put him there. Besides, Yolandi could do with some more stimulating work... Don't you think?" Moema states, pulling her bag into her lap to shuffle through the contents. "Did you think I was joking when I said I needed time, Frank?"
"It's been weeks, Ema..." Frank scoffs, earning curious looks from the married couple. "How long am I supposed to wait for you to sort yer shit out?"
"Since it happens to be me doing the sorting, I would expect when I'm finished." she shook her head, "When you entered my life, Frank, you changed it in a way that I'm not able to differentiate from vivid dreams." Frank started to get this cocky look on his face but she pointed at him, "Don't even think like that, Mr. Fontaine. The kind of dreams I happen to be speaking about are the kind that are confounding and pointless... A regurgitated rambling of the mind. That is the kind of dream I feel like I'm in when you're involved." she sighed and crossed her arms, "Don't get me wrong, I enjoy helping those ignored by the system, I enjoy the opportunities and occurrences that have come upon your wave of chaos... But you... You are a frustrating man to deal with." Setting her bag down, having not taken anything out yet, she leaned forwards, "You make it seem as if you are entitled to my time and my things... You barge into my life having just been the catalyst in severing the most important relationship I've ever had as if I accepted you in personally. You then proceed to vaguely threaten me after cornering me and make it seem as if it happens to be a preferred game for you." Her posture became fairly imposing as her spine straightened and shoulders squared. "I am no toy nor a willing participant. You are not entitled to me or my possessions or my time or even my affections. So either you respect my need for time and space or I will personally end you. I'm through with your games."
For a very long time, everyone seems to sit in silence; Frank staring at Moema who glares back, the married couple watching both carefully. Finally, a sharp scoff comes from Frank before he stands and just shakes his head as he leaves. And, although much of the tension is gone, there is still some left.
"I am so sorry, Moema..." Moira finally stutters out. "I let 'im in..."
"That is hardly your fault, Moira. Frank Fontaine is... A lot of things." Moema shakes her head.
"I weren't aware you an' Mr. Fontaine were-" began Atlas.
"We were never a couple, Atlas. We were hardly even friends." sooths Moema.
"Oh, I see." he nods. "... Did you just threaten Frank Fontaine?"
"Yes. I did."
"And he just left..." Moira continues in place of her husband, "He accepted the threat and left?"
A small sigh came from Moema. "Yes. I must ask of you both to never discuss what had just happened tonight. He will trace it back to both of you, since he knows I do not gossip. You both have one another and Patrick, so it would be in all of your best interest to never mention this to anyone. Do you understand what I am asking of you? Frank is a dangerous man. It is best to be careful when it concerns him."
Both nod quietly earning a nod from Moema. That was when noises from Moema's bedroom began, so she stood and fetched Patrick.
"Doctor Suero?" came Jamison's voice called through the intercom, "The Head of Security is here to see you."
Moema frowned in confusion, "Send him in." it took less than thirty seconds for the tired-looking man to enter. "Mr... Sullivan?"
He offered a faint smile, "You remembered."
She smiled faintly, "I tried." shutting the folder and setting down her pen, she motioned to the chair in front of her desk, "Please, have a seat."
"Oh, thank you." Sullivan states before sitting.
"To what do I owe this pleasure?" She had debated being snarky but figured not to do so because Sullivan didn't strike her as a man who had the patience for her kind of snark.
He cleared his throat, "I'm quite certain you know why I'm here."
"If you are here because Ryan has issues with my helping save a life, then yes. If not, no. I am unaware of whatever toe I stepped on of Ryan's this time." She states as kindly as she possibly can.
Sullivan pulled out a pen and paper and jotted something down real quick, "No. This is about Fontaine."
"Oh, how fantastic..." She says rather sarcastically, earning a quirked brow from Sullivan. "Ryan and Fontaine... They were made for one another, I think. Both seem to enjoy taking advantage of people and bothering me." she leans back with a small growl, "What toe did Fontaine step upon this time?"
For a moment, Sullivan sat there, staring at Moema. "As I am sure you have heard, Fontaine has opened the Little Sister's Orphanage and will be opening Fontaine's Home for the Poor."
"I don't see how those are crimes... Unless being considered a kinder man than Ryan could ever be is suddenly a crime... If it is a newfound crime, all of Rapture should be imprisoned." Despite that she had not meant it to be a joke, Sullivan chuckled at her statement and wrote it down.
When Sullivan calmed, he scratched at his nose before carrying on, "What makes you say that?"
"When he found out about Atlas being taken to my home for treatment, he cared nothing for the man, in fact, I would assume he wanted the man dead! Instead, he cared more about the idea that a large portion of Rapturites would never come to the Medical Pavilion for any reason, since they cannot afford it. He doesn't care for people. He only cares for what he can control. Are you aware of how dangerous that is for a man of his stature?" Sullivan glance downwards in silent admission. "If Ryan isn't careful... If the people aren't careful... Rapture will fall..."
A slow bobbing nod came from Sullivan, "Are you now or have you ever been in a relationship with Frank Fontaine?"
"No. I wouldn't dare to call he and I friends." She snarled.
"There are witnesses who state that they have seen you both together on more than one occasion."
"The first time I saw Frank was in the Farmer's Market when I was on my way to meet my mother. The second time he cornered me in a Bathysphere, and the third he barged into my office."
"What about the seven times you both have been together at Kashmir?" he pressed.
"The first was to introduce me to Atlas as a means of bringing to poor health care of the lower Workers. Every time after that... I wouldn't call a dare... Just a social get-together... More or less." she shook her head, "I'm not too sure how to describe the relationship between he and I..."
"I see... Does he confide in you?" at the dip of her head and furrow of her brow, he rotated his hand in the air, "About anything at all?"
She took a moment, "No. That was one of the reasons he and I did not connect... He refuses to actually trust me, so, I refuse to be near him."
"Has he explained any plans to you?"
"Only that orphanage."
"Would that not be confiding, Doctor?"
Moema rolled her eyes, "No. He was boasting. He wanted to get a leg up with me. I wasn't paying enough attention to him, apparently."
Sullivan choked on a bit of laughter before jotting that down to. When he calmed, he cleared his throat, "There is evidence of a woman visiting your home from six in the morning to seven at night, sometimes later..."
"That would be Moira... With the baby?" Sullivan nodded. "She is Atlas' wife. I hired her to tend to him while I am here at work. She cooks and cleans as well."
"She still do?"
"Yes." Moema nodded, watching Sullivan write.
"A few nights ago, people have claimed to have seen Frank leave your home in clear agitation." he looked up at her, "Care to elaborate on what happened?"
"He entered my home after I had told him that I needed time away from him. I told him to leave me alone and he left." she shrugged. "Granted, I used far more words than just 'Leave me alone'."
"That seems rather improbable."
"Believe me, I understand. I was expecting him to argue... I was almost certain I would have to shoot him." That drew a chuckle from Sullivan.
Finally, he shut his notepad and stood. "It's been a pleasure, Doctor Suera. Keep up the good work..." he went for the door but stopped, "But, for your own safety, stay away from Fontaine."
"You say that as if he's going to behave and give me the choice."
"Maybe... Maybe not. But you are too smart for your own good."
"You are not the first to have told me such." she nodded, "Have a pleasant day, Mr. Sullivan."
"You too, Doctor Suero."