"Orphans Beloved: "Rachel's Unfortunate Halloween Experience…"
Summary: Like my Immortal Beloved and Sheldon Swifties bits in my Buffyverse and Sheldonverse, these are fragments and short bits, some longer…Just to fiddle with ideas, possibly forming longer tales later.
Disclaimer: No copy write infringement intended…
(Having some fun with this one, so a multi-parter. Pair to "Helena Has Busy Day…")
Part II…
Given as yet she was unsure of any of her credit card or bank accounts being untouched by Daniel's little maneuverings, Rachel had graciously accepted the offer of a ride home by an admittedly curious to understand her Alison and Donnie…
"Fine, lets go then…" she insisted, rising…
"Just a moment…" Art, coolly. "I want you to know that the only reason I don't charge you with the crimes Alison mentioned…"
Angie perking eagerly…
"…Is for Sarah 'sand Kira's protection."
"Kira? The niece?" Angie, hopeful for more info crumbs…
"Fine. Mutually assured destruction pact, I get that, officer. Now may my dear sister and her…" Rachel eyeing Donnie with disdain… "…Pet…Take me home."
"It's fine…" Donnie waved down Alison's wrath… "We need a chance to talk with her…"
Oh?…Still a modicum of proper respect for the Duncan among the fear-crazed bourgeois, eh? Good, good. I may be able to use that.
"A moment." Alison, to Art, who waved a gracious hand. She leading Donnie off to an empty conference room.
Rachel eyeing after them…Hmmn…
"I suppose the bovines need to chew their cud for a bit before taking any action…" she noted to Art who eyed her coolly.
"I really don't think the garage is an option…" Donnie's worried voice from the ajar door. The said door suddenly closed an instant later.
Good God, are they thinking I'd stay with them? Rachel blinked. In their garage?…Like some ridiculous 70s sitcom character?
Hmmn…Garage…Angie thought. Vic did say they were up to something in that garage of theirs.
The door opened…Donnie, fairly welcoming beam to Rachel…Ally following him, a bit grim…
"Ok, then…Why don't we be off? I'm sure we all want to get home for Halloween."
"Yes. We were supposed to be trick-or-treating with our kids now." Alison noted, stern look at Rachel.
"So sorry…Pity Sarah was afraid to face me."
"Afraid she might kill you, you mean…" Alison frowned. "Come. We have things to discuss and I want to get home to my children."
"They're no more 'your' children than mine…" Rachel, a bit nettled.
"DON'T!" Ally snapped, finger raised. "Don't ever even talk about my children. Because if I ever…"
Ally…Police…All around…Donnie hissed.
"Just come along." Alison glared. "Unless you prefer to spend the night in a holding cell…On our charge that your goons attempted to kidnap me a short time ago."
Why am I suddenly nervous? Rachel frowned inwardly. Something about these two…
Please…The bovine bourgeois? Afraid of misfolding their laundered towels?
"Kidnapping? Threatening? Art?" Angie to Art…Who waved her off…
"Hearsay, Ange…Far as you know and I will admit to. For now…" he said calmly, watching Rachel somewhat reluctantly follow Donnie, who politely opened the station door for her, Ally making up the rear, brief glance back to Art.
Ally…Nothing stupid…His look saying…
…..
"So how are my dear niece and her mother, since she tried to kill me?"Rachel asked, pleasant tone as the Hendrixs' bourgemobile moved out from the station parking lot onto the main street, Donnie driving while keeping a somewhat nervous occasional eye on Alison…Rachel in back…
"Glad to be free of you and your fiends…" Ally, calmly. "I don't know how you live with yourself…Poor Dr. Duncan loved you so…"
"You said not to mention your children. Don't bring up my father." Rachel, coldly.
"As for my actions…I regret none. I did what was necessary."
"Then you'll understand if we do likewise, I'm sure." Alison, equal coldness.
"I hardly think harming me…If that's your intention…Would be wise or necessary."
"Girls…" Donnie tried. "Maybe we should try talking about other things for a bit…?"
"Does he do that all the time?" Rachel looked at him. "Aldous said he was the ultimate pacifier for you but…"
"Please…Keep on pressing my defend my loved ones button…" Alison smiled back to her. "You'll see where Helena gets her murderous impulses from…"
"Just praising his skills as a monitor, sister…You know, Hendrix, Dyad will be wanting you to check in soon and resume your duties."
"I quit. I think I made that clear to…You guys." Donnie, grimly.
"No one quits this study, Hendrix. I'd advise you to contact them first…Don't make them come to you."
"Things will be different under Dr. Cormier. At least until Dyad is investigated and closed down…" Ally, calmly.
"I hardly think so, dear." Rachel shook head, smiling. "Dyad has far too many powerful connections for your little band to bring us down."
"Hardly 'us' now, Rachel. We know they've kicked you out." Alison noted, turning to eye her fully. "You're alone now…You have no one."
Rachel staring back…
You…
"I understand you lost your boyfriend." Donnie spoke up. "I know he was a very bad guy but I'll say I'm sorry for your loss…And of Dr. Leekie…I guess he was all the father you really knew, huh? Since he took you away from Dr. Duncan when you were so young."
"I asked we not discuss…" Rachel began. A tear running…
"Just wanted to express condolences. Not sorry really that either one of them is gone but I guess it must hurt. And for what it's worth, Dr. Leekie did seem to care about all of you." Donnie, eyeing Rachel briefly in the rear view mirror.
"Why did you do this, Rachel?" Alison sighed, twisting back again to look at her. "You had an agreement with Sarah, even some chance to study Kira's samples…We were all ready to cooperate…Up to a point." She shook her head. "What could have done this to you? Sarah said you seemed like such a loving child…Sorry."
"You are a fool, Mrs. Hendrix." Rachel, coldly. "The world is a hard and difficult place and anyone who wants real authority, power, and the means to protect oneself and those they care about…" she paused. Looking out…
"Why are we going this way? It's not the way to my apartment…"
"You were saying…?" Donnie, calmly. Direct look via mirror.
"We beg to differ on the issue of who's a fool here." Alison, quietly.