I awaken once more, not to a bang, but an irritating poke.
"Cut that out." I slap away the offending appendage as I take in the person poking me in the face. It's Vicky. Why is Vicky in my lighthouse? More importantly, I feel a distinct lack of my Lisa body pillow. I move a hand out on that side of the bed as I blink my eyes awake at the sight of Victoria floating above me. Yep, no, Lisa. "Did you break into my house?"
"Door was unlocked. The top one." Vicky, content I am awake floats back to the foot of the bed. "It smells like sweat in here."
"I spent the night having sex. I figure that'd do it." I look around for my robe and don't see it anywhere. Fook.
"This another attempt to get me to go away?" Vicky cocks her hip and asks.
"I gave up on that. You didn't see another blonde girl on your way in? Honestly surprised she could walk." No robe in sight, no matter how much I twist and turn looking for it. "Turn around for a sec." She just raises her brow, fuck it, not my problem.
"Oh shit, you're actually naked!" The exclamation was expected, her just staring and not turning around in shock was not expected. I can't really bring myself to care other than note Vicky's kinda a perv. Ah sweatpants, my true friend in life. I struggle my way into those pants then just give the still-staring Vicky a full deadpan stare of my own. "Sorry." She looks away.
"Whatever, you still owe me an ab pillow."
"Sure." At her confirmation, I run a hand through my hair with a sigh on my lips. No use worrying about how much I've mentally damaged the girl with my presence in this city. I'm hungry, so downstairs is where I go. Vicky takes that as an invitation to follow after me apparently.
"Jesus fuck turn that thing down Glory Hole." Oh hey, it's the Lisa.
She has my robe
"Oh shit sorry." Vicky interrupts my internal reeing. "Got used to him not feeling it." Wait what? Has she had her aura on this whole time? That… I do feel it though? Or I thought I had. Pretty sure when we met I felt it.
"He's a weirdo that no one understands. Especially himself." Lisa scowls and waves off Vicky's comment. Rude. The Lisa needs to be punished. I stalk over to her and she closes her mouth tight as she watches me with trepidation. I cup her chin and tilt her mouth up slightly as I lean down and give her a deep kiss. Yes, this is punishment, take the affection you hate so much Lisa you bitch.
"O-oh, so you two are together." Vicky sounds like a kicked puppy, shuffling her feet a bit in the air. Wait, where is my dog? He needs breakfast too. I break the kiss with Lisa and look around for Big Boy.
"Complicated, if you wanna fuck him or be his personal Glory Hole go right ahead. I like being able to use my legs." Lisa says after a moment of catching her breath. If you're thinking I'm avoiding this situation like a coward, you'd be right!
"Is the name-calling really necessary? That's not even getting into what the hell kind of fucked up relationship you two are in." Vicky takes a seat across from Lisa after a moment of hesitation. Putting her hands on the table in slightly clenched fists. As for me, I finally find the goodest Boy chilling under the stairs.
"Borf!" He deserves all the belly rubs, truly.
"Sorry, still kinda pissed I had to crawl down the stairs. Name's Lisa, no need for introductions Dallon." Lisa answers in a more pleasant manner than I expected.
"Just… call me Vicky." Vicky slouches in her seat. "Seriously, the fuck even is this? Actually how much do you know about the other thing?" Subtle Vicky, Queen of subtlety. I'm glad I chose to duck out of this and pet the dog. Should probably get started on breakfast.
"You eaten yet Vicky?" I ask the blonde bombshell who startles at my question, evidently having forgotten I was there. Even if I was the subject matter. She straightens up and shakes her head in the negative. "Breakfast for three then."
"Woof! Woof!"
"Four. Breakfast for four." And so I get started.
"Anyways… Probably more than you in different subjects. He's kind of been an asshole in the sharing or talking about himself thing."
"Which is funny cause I was originally thought to have picked up my dad's narcissism."
"Like that. Perfect example really, official records have him as an orphan but that's clearly not the fucking case."
"Is now."
"Rory, love ya, shut the fuck up and cook." Heh, Lisa said love ya. "So, let's go over what we both know here. Thinker yes despite his claims otherwise, shady past, and current family situation. Do you know- Oh you do, that and the fact he can predict Endbringers is why you're here. Rory what the fuck! how the fuck!?" The last part is a screech sent my way.
"Just the one. And Simmy fucking ruined the original version. We are officially flying blind here now." I stir the bacon around with the nice wooden spoon I have.
"Okay. So, Tentacle changer and formerly able to predict Endbringers. That about sums it up." Lisa pinches the bridge of her nose and I chuckle.
"I'm going out on a limb here and guessing you're a Thinker. Thanks for the trust?" Vicky sounds lost, constantly fidgeting in small ways. Crossing her arms, and legs. The legs thing is interesting considering that's a more masculine thing. Then again, Vicky acts like one of the bros half the time.
"You're in too deep to snitch. Dork trapped us in his self-destructive behavior and being an actually decent guy." Rude, I didn't go looking for either of you. Thank you very much. Vicky just slumps and rests her head in her hands on the table at Lisa's words.
"I'd argue you two are the fucking weirdos here."
"Your argument would be wrong. Don't forget the toast." Lisa is quick with her reply. So bossy. I still put the bread in the toaster.
"Okay. Parahuman stuff aside. Seriously, should I feel bad I've been flirting with your boyfriend or something? I'd be pissed hearing about a girl crawling all over my now ex." Vicky with a quick recovery as she shoots Lisa a searching look. Wait, she and Dean broke up fully? That's new. I'm just gonna keep my mouth shut on that.
"Don't know and honestly don't care what we are. I like Rory, I have access to Rory, and Rory is too much for me to handle on my own. At least you can fly if he fucks your legs into a puddle." Lisa shrugs as I put the plates on the table, I also make sure to give Big Boi some much-deserved bacon.
"Vulgar, but alright. I don't know where I'm at on the whole thing but I like doing things together." Vicky gives me a bright smile as I put her plate down. Lisa just picks up a piece of bacon and starts crunching away at it. And now I take a seat at the table to eat.
"Cool. As long as we're on the same page here Glory I don't think we'll have an issue."
"Vicky."
"Sure thing, Glory."
"Don't mind Lisa, being a smug bitch is her coping mechanism." At my words, Lisa kicks my leg under the table. Ouch. She's recovering the use of her legs. I'll have to remedy that when I have the time.
"It's fine, I'm used to my sister being a bit abrasive at times." Vicky shrugs half-heartedly. Oh yeah. Amy… Not gonna lie I don't want to touch that mess with a ten-foot pole. "You've been rather quiet, Mr. Jar full of secrets." Vicky pokes my arm with a slightly greasy finger. Totally unwarranted. And I notice the look she sends my way but not what she's trying to convey, sorry Vicky.
"Coffee, haven't had morning coffee." I explain as best as I can. Only true evil can be so cheery in the morning.
"He obviously didn't get that, but as he's the psych major he probably knows you're panicking hard right now. Seriously, relaxVicky." Lisa gives a heavy sigh and puts her fork down. "I'll just clear this up now. If he didn't like you he's more than capable of getting you to leave. And if you don't get in my way, I won't get in yours. Easy as that."
"Forgive me for not being super reassured about anything."
"You're forgiven." Smug Lisa is smug. All as usual it seems.
"That's not- Fine. I don't even know what this is heading towards, but as you said, I'm in too deep." Vicky turns away from the smirking Lisa. Vicky noooo you just lost the power play. Women are scary.
"You guys done squabbling? Honestly, it's simple. Vicky is head pillow, and Lisa is full-body pillow I put my dick in."
"Oh god."
"Put a fucking shirt on." Lisa scowls and kicks my leg again. I will remember this, and pay her back tenfold.
"Shirtless gang rise up. Skins over shirts represent." I pump my fist half-heartedly. Honestly, I just want to eat my breakfast in peace. Wait, they want to know more about me? Fine, I got something. "Oh yeah, I just joined The Elite."
"What the hell!?!"
"God fucking damnit."
Heh, I've still got it.
...
Shortly after breakfast and me being forced to explain my statement at brute and thinker-point, Lisa used her recently recovered legs to flee like a coward. It matters not. She'll be back. She likes the dog too much to stay away for long.
"Sooo, I set up an appointment with my sister for Gracie. Thought you should know." Vicky informs me after we spent some time sitting in silence. I claimed the loveseat, and am slowly sipping at my coffee as Big Boy lounges around on the seat with me. It's a lazy day, no early morning classes.
"That's nice. I liked Gracie." Cool kid. Lil Alexandria junior. Considering Lexi was in a worse-off state before Cauldron offered her the whale juice it's a good parallel. Vicky sighs, then turns from looking at her hands to looking at me.
"I get the feeling you don't like Amy." She states with a scrunched brow. I shake my head in response. The Pan Pan is a good girl. Never will say I dislike the Pan Pan. Well, woobie Pan Pan can die in a fire but that's about it.
"I don't dislike Amy. It's… fuck Vicky it's complicated." This time it's my turn to slump in my seat. I pet the sleepy good Boy for emotional support.
"Uncomplicate it?"
"Doesn't work like that. Wish it did." I chuckle. "Okay, half of what I know you're the last person she'd want me telling. Short story? Amy's more fucked in the head than you ever could be and needs serious psychiatric help."
"Then-"
"Not from me." I interrupt her. Hell fucking naw fam, miss me with that shit. "She'd hate me by default. Vicky, I'm going to try and get along with her. That'll either end with us hating each other or being buds."
"I… Okay. She seemed to hate Dean so as long as it's anything better than that it should be fine." I snort at that but don't elaborate on anything. "Sooo, Lisa doesn't have abs?"
"What kinda segue- she doesn't. You remembered me telling you that?"
"You used my stomach as a pillow, it's rather memorable." She states putting a hand to said stomach. Heh, she looks like one of those pregnant lady ads. Wait fuck pregnant. I panic grab my phone.
Rory McGrath: Did u take anti-baby pill Lisaaaaaa
Lisa Wilbourne: Picking some up now
Rory McGrath: Luv u but no baby kk?
Lisa Wilbourne: Dumbass
I put my phone down, satisfied with that conversation. "So, what was that about?" Gah! Fuck when did Vicky get so close?
"Got reminded that I'm too young to be a father. Even if I could easily pay child support." I just shrug at Vicky's blank stare. I take her hand and she just looks at me bewildered. "I'm afraid you can't have kids Vicky. Getting pregnant ruins abs."
"Are you saying you don't want to get me pregnant?"
"No, I'm saying these," I use my right hand to go up Vicky's shirt to rest on her wonderful abs. "Are too valuable a resource to lose."
"This just seems like an excuse to grope me."
"It is an excuse to grope you, but also an important point still being made."
"I'll let you keep doing that then sure. We gonna talk about your cape identity thing?" Vicky asks as she lets me grope her abs. Well played, Vicky. Well played.
"Dunno what you mean. I just go by Gloom." I trace her abs with my index finger and she shivers slightly.
"You don't have to talk about being 'The Kraken' if you don't want to. I just wanted to confirm it for myself mostly."
"Well, I and that Kraken guy have no relation. PRT said so."
"I just wanted to hear it from you. Personally." Don't look at me like that. Big blue eyes are cheating.
"It was my trigger. Let's leave it at that, yeah?" She winces, deserved wincing cus man now I'm gonna think about drowning again.
"Sorry I insisted."
"It's fine. I get to grope abs." I give them a squeeze and Vicky swats my hand. Rude.
"Do you actually think my eyes are pretty?" Kinda a weird question but alright.
"Yeah, big blue eyes. A solid nine point eight outta-" And those are lips, a mouth tasting of the breakfast I just cooked. Vicky easily pushes my back against the loveseat as she straddles my lap and kisses me. Why am I being kissed? No clue. Not gonna say no however, for Lisa, it's generally me taking the initiative. So like any man of culture, I immediately use my non-groping ab hand to grope firm-toned ass through jeans instead.
"I hope you don't mind. I let myself in- Oh that's what you meant about the blonde thing." Shaneeee you fuckkkk I was getting actionnnn. Vicky in her panic flies off me and across the room. Fuck. I just glare at the meddling old man with a seething gaze. "Oh don't mind me, I've seen far too much to be worried about you young folk having fun." He has no remorse, the bastard.
"I uh, I should go." Vicky panick mode has returned.
"No! You're my emotional support blonde, get over here woman!" She just stares blankly at me with a rather befuddled look. Then her brow scrunches deep in thought.
"Don't mind me, Rory and Miss. Dallon. I'm just here for a few finishing touches on the generator." Shane tilts his head towards the back closet area we installed the very obvious tinker-tech in.
"Oh, that. Yeah sure, go ahead. Vicky this is..?"
"Shane Parkes, you would know me as Uppercrust." He gives her a nod. I was letting him introduce himself to let him pick if he said that second part or not. His doing so shows he doesn't care about his cape identity, trusts me and the people I'd have at my home, or knows he's dying and doesn't care because of that. My money is on a mix of all three.
"Alright, that makes two today." Vicky mutters. I beckon her to come over to me again and she does so this time with a deep sigh. When she's close I take her hand and plop her down on my lap again, resting my chin on her shoulder.
"See, emotional support blonde." I wrap my arms around her, both hands conveniently placed on girl abs. I'm too far gone in the muscle waifu supremacy. Nothing can pull me out of this chasm I've found myself in.
"Why do I like you again?" Vicky just leans her head back in defeat. Blonde conquered, my kingdom grows.
"That's a mystery for the both of us." I answer her as the old guy just chuckles at our antics.
Days like this are good. Not worrying about the fact I'm officially up shit creek without a paddle on the timeline fuckery that's been going on. Can only take things one day at a time and see what the world throws at me.
And I'm sure It'll throw something. That was never in question.