"Fringey…"
Summary: Sarah and her sisters see there's an even darker side to Dyad's little cloning-fest…
(Not sure about this one but while I await more details for "Nessun Dorma" I'll play round with this darker one and see how it goes. Afraid you'll have to consider this the Allison-Donnie-friendly corner of the OB multiverse. After all, she can't be veering toward insanity and he can't be a rat in every universe…)
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Part XXV…
Police station…Desk of Beth Childs…
Where a sighing Allison was struggling with the ins-and-outs of a police report…Made a bit less difficult by a copy of one of Beth's older reports…
God, that girl had a fine writing style…Succinct, direct…Yet vivid on the imagery…She really should have considered writing as a side career.
Imagine the possibilities our current sit would have offered…
Sadly left to her inadequate sis, me…Though now, Sarah…She could probably do the color of the story justice…Capture that real feel of the streets and the bizarre nightmare we've found ourselves in…
But, Beth…She eyed the picture on the desk of Beth and Paul, a replaced copy of the one Helena had defaced…Helena said you were made to shoot Maggie…As if programmed…?
God…? Genetically hardwired to kill Dyad's enemies, like the clones in "Futureworld"?
I could see where that would have driven our poor sister over the edge, oh you bastards…Bastards!
Uh… "Sorry…Mind's on my perp here…" she gave apologetic look to a couple of officers passing near…They giving her smirking shrugs in return.
Still, we don't seem to be willing to let them off…Maybe it didn't apply to us?
Or maybe Dyad doesn't see us as enough threat potential yet…Not quite time to push the mind control button and have us start killing each other like Helena?
But God, if they can do it…Oh, this is what I was so scared of before…That they could do anything to me, to us…That they could get me to hurt Donnie, my kids…
Ok, lets take hold, Hendrix…Officer Hendrix…We have Beth's name to clear and to live up to…We are not Dyad's robots like those poor brain-dead girls and we are going to get to the bottom of this and bring these Neolution nazis to justice.
Helena…She seemed almost sincere today…Almost regretful…I almost believed she wanted to help…
Or at least not kill me at once.
Well, three months ago I told Sarah, the night Donnie was shot and we found out about our genetic mother, we could use her claims of wanting to stop Leekie from harming us…
May as well include using Helena in that…Since it's not likely she's going to be vanishing from the scene anytime soon.
I wonder if I have her and Kira's ability to survive massive trauma? Most likely not, given Sarah and Helena and their unique origin…And I've no great desire to shoot myself or be shot in the head to test it. After all, I did break my arm on the stage that time acting…And it took a fairly normal time to heal.
God, I wonder if they'd grow back limbs even if Sarah insists Kira's not a lizard…
Geesh, if I could do that…Watch me take on the entire Dyad/Neolution army. Like that liquid metal Terminator in "Terminator II", only for a good cause. Wagging forefinger in "no-no" gesture at computer screen…
Oooh…Yeah…We can be a scary bunch, we of the clone persuasion.
Maybe a little too scary…Enough…She hastily turned back to her report.
"Childs?" DeAngelis had stopped at the cubicle.
"Angie." Curt nod…
"Anything new on the APB for the shooter?" hard stare…
"I haven't had a chance to follow up…" Allison, shrugging. "Lets see…" she eyed the computer screen before her…
Let me…Angela hissed, slipping to her side, taking mouse…
Hmmn…Allison eyed the screen…A report of a woman matching Helena's description implicated in a car-jacking not too far from South Bend Brook.
"Stole her clothes?..." Angela blinked at the screen.
"Helena's never had a steady income from what we know of her…I'd bet she wanted to disguise herself again."
Angela, eyeing her carefully… "As you?" low tone…
Shrug… "God and His self-proclaimed nutbag disciple know." Wan grin… "Angie, it's ok…I'm not Helena. Though it won't hurt you to be on your toes. She does know the station."
"Now there's a comforting thought…" Angela glared.
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Three months previously…Living room of Mrs. S's house.
Allison anxiously fretting over Donnie's wound, though relieved to see that the bleeding had stopped, had recovered sufficiently to note that the injury and the disruption of Dyad's surveillance by both Leekies offered the perfect chance to continue with the plan to check on Kira's safety…
"It can only be more believable that I'd want to get to the kids and be willing to travel with Donnie, if they know he's hurt…Even if they know…" she paused.
"That you know I let you down." Donnie, quietly. "Which I did and I can only say, I'm sorry, Ally…I should have trusted in you more. I failed you, thinking I and other folks knew what was best."
"Yes, well…" she looked away.
"Anyway, thanks for saving my life…" he eyed her.
"Sure…" she nodded, not looking at him…A tear dripping…
"I've gotta…Oh, hell…" Sarah rose… "You two do what you need to, take all the time you need, I'll be upstairs dressin' the part…" she went to the stairs…Allison looking to her.
Reassuring grin…
"She's quite a girl…And a nice kid…I can see she's had a very rough life but she's nice." Donnie noted, wry smile. "I do see a lot of you in her."
"She's amazing…" Allison eyed him… "Well, we should, as she says…"
"Ally…"
"Do you love me, Donnie?" she asked, carefully. "Be honest, don't lie…If all this is a lie you can go, no hard feelings…I won't even try to get Helena after you." Wan grin…
He eyed her sadly…
"I believe you do…I want to…But…I'm giving you a last chance to walk away. Please, tell me. You know Dyad's doomed now, even if the Leekies and their associates escape somewhere, this is your chance to jump ship safely." She noted, calmly.
"I love you, Allison. I always have and will…Everything I did, I did, stupidly, for you…" he replied, equally calm. "I thought I might lose you and I was willing to do anything to avoid that. I still am…"
"Ok…" she nodded, tensely. "Ok…Good…" Sliding to him. "Donnie…" she wept…Hugging him…OH! She jumped as he groaned a bit…
"No, no…It's good…I'm ok." He reached for her… "Oh, Ally…"
"All these months…It's built up in me…The suspicion, the fear…Donnie, I knew something was wrong and I couldn't bear it…"
"I know…It's been a nightmare…But Ally, my sweet Ally…My only Ally…" he smiled at her beaming, weeping face… "Clone sisters or no, there's only one of you and I love you."
"Good…I'd hate to have to have had to kill you." She grinned.
"I'm so sorry…" he burst into tears now. "All this time you've been dealing with this alone…No help from me…Only making it worse…Ally…" he hugged her…She pulling his head to her lap.
"It's ok…" she stroked his hair. "I'm just so glad we're ok…They didn't ruin us, Donnie. It'll be fine and we'll get through this."
" 'Rock of this family' was right…" he looked at her, rising… "That was Sarah, right? Or?"
"Sarah…Right now, there's just one other besides crazy Helena…Cosima…"
"The scientist you mentioned…Who discovered you'd been patented?"
"Ph.D student…At University of Minnesota…She nearly bought Leekie's Neolution line. So, you're not the only one taken in previously in our merry band. Even I went ahead and signed that contract, like a fool."
"Can they actually use that somehow? Who would let Dyad treat you like property? Isn't cloning illegal?"
"But fait accompli, Cheri." She sighed. "And God knows, if we're all programmed to die young of illness…?"
He blinked… "What?"
"Well, Katja…Our German sister who we knew through Beth, whom Helena shot to death, was very ill…Cosima's ill. It stands to reason…"
"Ok…" he rose suddenly. "Tomorrow, hospital…Somewhere…Maybe in the US. Boston? You're getting a full, non-Dyad check-up. The works…"
"After Kira's safe, Donnie." She noted, carefully. "But sure…And thanks…" grin. "Though Dyad's based at Harvard so…"
"Well, New York then…Or California? Maybe Cosima can suggest the safest good place?"
"We'll talk to her. Well…" sigh, rubbing eyes. "I'd dearly love to make love to you, Hendrix…Right here, right now." She grinned. "But duty and Humanity, as the Stooges would say…"
"And 'oh, they got me' as Leekie and his Dyad goons are gonna say, when we're done with them." He eyed her firmly.
"That's the Donnie Hendrix I married…" she smiled. "Say, lets watch that one when we get home… 'Men in Black', right?"
"That's the one…" he grinned. "Always knew I'd picked the right girl when you tole me you liked some of the Stooges and Chaplin."
"Oh! We have to do our Tramp and the Cop routine for Kira and Sarah when all's settled." She noted. "We haven't done that in years, it'll be grand to do it again."
"And I'm fat enough to make a perfect cop…" he smiled.
"I never wanted a slenderous, posturing, gym-buffed kind of guy…" she frowned. "You look just the way I love you."
"So round, so firm, so fully packed…" grin.
" 'Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein'…" she archly noted.
"That's my girl…"