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Glutton was fitting. Ever since he had first met her, she had wanted more. Of everything. Wanted to reach further than the limits she should find herself tempered by. Whether it benefited her, or posed threat. Even tacos. His lips quirked when she laughed, taking it in stride at least, rather than offense and railing back with some snappy reply.

He liked her better when she smiled.

Then it dimmed, her mind taking her somewhere else. And in the moment it took for her to seemingly shift gears, his irritation settled, seemed put out as though a candle smothered by a glass. He could guess the angle and the direction, the information she had sought to save for a third date. Another meeting some part of her had already sought to plan itself out for.

Lang.

The man was a monster of a human. Or whatever he had ever panned out to be. But he wasn’t the entire iceberg, so to speak.

Keep her away from Lang. Stark’s voice in his head, echoes of a memory he thought lost to the void of his mind. Yet Jenna’s sudden presence in his life baited it right back to the forefront, superimposing the meaning over another face. The last thing that Stark had ever given him a damned instruction for, the one time it had lacked his asshole sense of arrogance that had so often tinged anything he had ever said. That had been important.

He didn’t say anything when she mentioned finding his name. That wasn’t surprising and she was likely to figure him out at some point. There was little reason to curb the attempt. She wasn’t going to magically turn back into a sweet little human again anytime soon. Her focus changed again, though, and she let the direction to him go in favor of rounding back to Richards.

“Reed may have disappeared into SentS,” she picked up one of the remaining tacos, “that doesn’t mean he’s kept abreast of everything any arm of that organization does.” He took half the taco in one bite. “Stark’s intentions started out well enough, wanting to do good, trying to build something meant to keep the world safe.” Because that had been how it had started. “And then the Services put a bullet in his head once he proved more of a hinderance to what they wanted rather than being any means of helpful.” He narrowed his eyes slightly. “You think he was kept in the know at the end?” That was the only reason he could fathom that Stark would have drawn the girl in close.

He watched her demeanor shift again, her hands settling on her thighs and sliding down them as though to wipe her palms, and he wondered if she realized how open she was being. She had been a cop, or still was in some regard, she shouldn’t be so easy to read. His brows lifted when she asked how he could live the way that he did, how anyone did.

“Welcome to the resistance.” He smirked. Sure, she had been allowed into the theater, he imagined that was Benji’s doing, or possibly Gabe’s sympathetic wife’s. “If Richards is still within SentS, it’s deep.” He sighed. “If he’s even still alive.” He lifted a hand and pressed his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose. There was something about her and Richards that he couldn’t decide if he was unable to or didn’t want to put his finger on. It seemed an odd direction and person to pluck up as a focus. Random, somewhat. “And I haven’t seen or heard form Sue in almost six years.” A nibble, at least, she had earned that much.
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Half of the time, Jenna wasn’t sure where exactly she stood in all this. She was torn between opposites. Ever the odd one out. Sticking out like a damned sore thumb. She would walk right, when everyone else turned left. In this regard, nothing had changed ever since Lang had gotten his hands on her. She had never quite fit. Not in school as the girl prone to violence after her father had died. Not in the army, when she decided to join a guy’s domain. And then, to make it worse, she would be the only one walking away alive when every one else died.

It had taken for her to join the police – her brother’s task force – to finally find a place she somewhat belonged to.

So now, to be the ex-cop amongst those she once investigated still made her the kid everyone eyed with suspicion. Nothing had changed in that regard. Nothing at all. Nothing and everything. Because while so much remained the same, so much had changed. Jenna had no idea where to put that, no idea how to handle that.

It was not that her focus kept shifting, it was all connected in her opinion. Nothing just existed in a vacuum. Somehow it all came together in the end. Even Jenna had realised that certain things happened for reasons that eventually turned out to be part of the greater picture.

Eddie’s words about Richards, about Stark, drew a picture similar to her own. Threads reaching further, reaching deeper. It was all connected even if no one saw all the connections. Not those two men. So maybe Jenna didn’t need to feel so inadequate to be unable to put it together – yet. Maybe there was room for her to get a deeper understanding yet. Or maybe she would only have the few threads in her reach and she would have to make do with that.

Did she think they had kept Stark in the know in the end? Jenna had shaken her head.

And then she had half laughed, half sneered. Latter being an indication of her own despair. The resistance. What did that even mean? A bunch of people holed up in an abandoned theatre? Too many people in not enough room. Too many stories. Too many expectations. Jenna needed to get out of there. Sooner rather than later.

Now Jenna looked up as Eddie pressed thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose. Out of reflex, Jenna pulled the hand down, for a moment just staring at the long fingers, the strong and large palm. If he’s even still alive, that made her heart sink. Somehow, and she realised it in this moment, Jenna had gone in all blue-eyed. If Richards was hammering out documents, he had to be alive. She had just assumed that. But the chances could just as well be slim to none.

What if he was dead?

Jenna looked up when he mentioned Sue Richards. Val’s and Benji’s mother. Six years. Damn. So far, Jenna had worked with the assumption that three months were the magical line. After three months, bodies started turning up or people just vanished into the depths of the kraken that was SentS. Six years? Was a chance that small even still considered existent?

“Resistance? Why does it feel like a suicide squad?” She exhaled, her gazed dropping to her two remaining tacos. Then she tried for a small smile. “Is that why you’re not at the theatre?” Jenna pulled her hand back and stood, asked for a bag from the counter and returned. Slowly, she began wrapping up her leftovers, licking the grease off of her finger tips every now and then. Jenna was in no hurry.

“Can I interest you in a drink after you’re done with that crazy amount of food?” she asked, not even sure exactly what time it was. And what did it matter? She could not get drunk anyway – but she liked the taste of whiskey. And she liked the few minutes she could feel the buzz.
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Six years could seem a long while, but that was the extent of time since he had heard from Sue personally. That did not mean that that was the last time he had had any inkling of where she may be or what ripples she was causing. They were there, snippets of information that indicated she was likely still alive and functioning. Her ability was so similar to Val’s that he often mused she was likely to never be caught, though he was not clear on the full extent of her abilities, and unlike Val, Sue hadn’t been born with her abilities genetically coded to her dna. Perhaps there were holes in her control where Val was near bulletproof.

Her smaller and narrower fingers about his wrist and the back of his hand focused him in directly on her. Venom hummed at the back of his thoughts, something amused, yet something of a warning. The thought for chocolate once more pushed to the forefront and he shook his head slightly once to dispel the thought. He’d get the damn chocolate.

He smiled when she asked why the resistance seemed more a suicide squad than what it was meant to be. “That’s the part that you get to see.” He shrugged his shoulders. She was a cop and wanted answers, but she was still newbie on the team, and he imagined Gabe only allowed her to see so much. There were enough people housed in the theater-likely with abilities she was not yet fully aware of-to appear to be doing little. And then when they did act, she likely saw motions as disjointed. Each and every time he thought he had a handle on what Gabe could reach for, he found further ends, further connections, further people that he had never previously aligned with the supposed omega.

“You want action, but they’ve been at this longer than you.” He said as he sat forward, let his elbows rest on the table once more. “Most of the people in that building and every little subsect that they operate have more to be concerned about than you initially give them credit for.” He turned his arm about so he could carefully curl his hand around her wrist. “You’re worries are you,” he tipped his head, “your brother, perhaps a couple of other people.” He drew the fingertips of his other hand along the inside of her arm until they met her palm, spread her fingers out slightly. “Gabriel has a wife, children, siblings, nieces and nephews, best friends, old acquaintances…” The list could be endless really. Ever since the other man had finally taken a stand, actually put the effort in, the mutant and super community seemed to synch up with one another and utilized his placement as a sort of hub.

“Gabriel doesn’t barrel in without considering every angle of every approach.” It could seem exhausting, but it was necessary when one had to consider every person he was tied to or responsible for. The left corner of his mouth pinched upward. “Unless you try to take his wife from him.” A subtle chuckle. “Or so I’ve heard.”

His thumb pressed lightly against her pulse. “I could use a beer.” He shrugged again. “Does that qualify as date number three?”

Does it involve chocolate?
I’ll get it.
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Jenna’s eyes remained on where her hand lay curled on and around Eddie’s. His skin was warm. Pleasantly so. A small smile tugged on one side of her mouth. It was not a smile – but she did somewhat relax. She contemplated Eddie’s words, that what she saw of the theatre people was only a part of the whole story.

She looked up when he suggested that it was action she was seeking. A mild scoff. Not exactly. She wanted purpose – a place for herself. Lang had taken her old one, had obliterated the little life of hers that she had carved out during long years. In Nathan’s squad, she had finally belonged somewhere. All that appeared gone now. So no. It wasn’t action she wanted. It was occupation, to chase away the demons that haunted her at night, that kept her awake, that made her go stir-crazy.

But she did grasp that they all had done this – their crazy mutation of what one would call a life – a lot longer than she had. So far, she had always stood on the ‘greener’ side. Now she had moved to the other side of the damned fence.

Eddie moved his arm, and Jenna let her hand slide into his palm. The touch was gentle, in stark contrast to most human contact she had had in a while. She exhaled when he drew his fingers down the inside of her arm. A small shiver chased it, and that small smile grew a little more visible on her features. Eddie’s words resounded in her mind. Of course. They all had a lot more at stake. Jenna could up and leave whenever she wanted. Other than Nathan she had no ties there. And Nathan had no use for her at this point.

That was part of why she did not even see herself as part of the theatre, why should leave whenever possible. The room she had been given was in a section they had only begun converting. Jenna was gone for the night more often than not.

If there was a feeling she could not stand, it was that to not belong. She had spent most of her life like that. Too long if one were to ask her.

Eddie went on, speaking of Gabriel. Gabriel Summers. The youngest out of the trio. Jenna could not say she knew the man. Possibly from the file she had kept on him in her previous lifetime. A little more from some bits and pieces she had picked up during her visits to the theatre. But that was it. She couldn’t remember ever exchanging more than a tense greeting with the man when passing in the kitchen. Still, she nodded. She had heard of the story as well. Jenna was quite sure the actual incident had been everything they had told her – and some more. The man had an intensity about him, a presence that could take a whole room. Jenna’s own energy was quite different but nonetheless as widespread. It was really simple – if Gabriel was there, there was no room for her.

And yet, she would not doubt that Gabriel could strategize with the best of them. He kept his flock of mutants and supers together. The network that ran beneath the surface, connecting so many of them, was even vaster and more interwoven than she had ever imagined. As a cop, Jenna had never seen more than the tip of the iceberg.

Jenna’s eyes followed the motion of Eddie’s thumb as it pressed onto her pulse. She wondered why – just a quirk? Or would he somehow draw information from its frequency as well? Jenna was relaxed. And she realised why. It was Eddie’s presence. Simple as that. Someone with his own set of super skills. Someone who knew this world she was still so new at. Someone apparently a lot calmer than herself. All good things.

His approval of the idea of beer widened her smile yet – and he asked about whether this was date number three. Now Jenna’s grin split her lips, showing an even line of white teeth. “Sure”, she said, her fingers curling around Eddie’s lower arm and wrist once more. Why was she so comfortable with the physical proximity when lately she usually sought to put distance between herself and others? “As long as Steven Lang’s not the only topic of this third date”, she said with a small quirk of her eyebrow. Lang was a topic that generally made her uneasy. More so, it churned that sense of anger he harboured.

“You pick the venue”, she put forth. “Haven’t set foot in a bar in months.” Jenna really only knew the decent bars frequented by cops. And the last bar she had entered had been Eddies. They both had seen what had come of that.
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------- FF A FEW DAYS AFTER KIRA’S KIDNAPPING -------

Cait was pacing, she was restless, and her husband wasn’t around to help her settle down. She could pinpoint where he was but he was in the middle of something that actually needed his attention more than his wife, who just craved a few different things at once.

Food, sex and some peace of mind from the rest of the theatre.

The bubble that had been created around their living space was not filtering out enough anymore, probably due to the fact that little Gabby was growing inside of her and her abilities were amplifying her mother’s. Cait had trouble putting a wall between her daughter’s ability and her own and short of actually absorbing energy to amplify her own ability, Cait was basically sponging up every emotion currently being broadcast.

And it was again getting too much, and she needed release. She needed out.

I’m borrowing your power. Cait suddenly decided. Benji jerked at the sudden pull on his powers.
The fuck you doing? He growled.
I need out. Like now. She found the one she needed and a portal appeared in front of her.
Stay put. He ground out, and she could feel him on the move.
Not a chance. She knew she was being unreasonable, and that she really shouldn’t go out alone but…
Caitlin! He snarled but she stepped through the portal anyway, and then he was cut off and Caitlin breathed in relief.

Aaah the silence, she sighed contently. Emotions were evenly spread out, no heightened feelings, and no excessive damn horniness. Looking up at where she had appeared, a smile curled on her lips. Oh nice, it was that taco place everyone kept raving on about. That would satisfy one of her needs.

Biting her lower lip she had concerns all of a sudden, it was a bit harder to hide her belly these days, but she had tried with an oversized black sweater. Her hair was hidden underneath a beanie, so nobody should be able to recognise her. Or so she hoped. Gabe was going to kill her, which meant she had to bribe him with food. Which meant she had to bring home lots of tacos for her husband.

Something pinged in her head, one of the people she had linked up with appeared on her GPS and told her that this person was inside.

“Interesting.” Cait murmured as she got inside, she made it to the counter and ordered enough to feed a small army and then asked if they could bring it over to that table and she pointed at the one where one Jenna Coleman was sitting on her own.

Making her way towards the table, she tried to assed the state of mind of the woman and found all sorts of interesting emotions.

“This seat taken?” Caitlin asked softly, knowing perfectly well that Jenna was here on her own.
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Jenna sighed, staring at the half a dozen tacos on her tray. She suddenly felt no longer hungry. One of them was half-eaten, but now she felt like that she would throw up were she to take just one more bite. So she focused on her soda instead, mindlessly nibbling on the straw and now and then taking a sip of the sweet liquid.

She felt out of her depths. Everything was spiralling out of control, and Jenna no longer knew how to act given everything that had happened. She felt she could not return to the theatre – and while she had scoffed at the place and it supposedly being her home, now she suddenly felt uprooted. Jenna knew that no one had kicked her out. The individual questioning her place amongst the group at the theatre was her. No one else.

She groaned, wiping her fingers on the napkin for the fifth time, before running them through the hair she was wearing down today.

Jenna thought of Eddie, almost wincing at the memory of his very very angry face. Then of Benji. Of Logan. And last but not least – of her own brother. In a way, she felt like she was letting them all down. She rubbed her hand across her eyes, then blinked as she opened them once more. Then she blinked again, and again.

“Um no …”, she just said in her surprise at the sight of Caitlin Summers standing in front of her table. “What are you doing here?” Jenna asked, her sight once more canvassing the place before allowing herself to find some calming effect in the fact that her gut feeling told her that no hostiles were in the venue. But, some. Not much. Her spatial telepathy was not back yet. She was mostly baseline with a mildly active mutant gene.

“Where’s your husband? You’re not here on your own, are you?”

But something told Jenna that Caitlin was here on her own. The woman had to be out of her damned mind.
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“Good.” Cait said when Jenna told her that the seat wasn’t taken. She sat herself down with a sigh and a smile, apparently walking around all day when you’re five months pregnant isn’t a smart idea. Her gaze fell on Jenna, who was looking at her with a surprise on her face and then there was worry when she asked what Caitlin was doing here.

“This is still a restaurant, no?” Caitlin asked amused. “People usually come here when they’re hungry.” She glanced at the uneaten tacos on the table, and she frowned slightly.

Apparently, Jenna’s appetite had fled the building at some point. Caitlin’s however hadn’t.

She took one of the uneaten tacos and helped herself to a bite. And then another and another until she had practically inhaled the thing. Cait licked her fingers, snorted at Jenna’s follow up question and let out another sigh.

“Gabe’s busy.” She waved her fingers for emphasis. “He doesn’t need to hold my hand each time I leave the building.” Except Gabe saw that differently, hence why she was going to get loads of tacos to make it up to him. Maybe a bag of three full of them, and perhaps do that thing he liked so much in the privacy of their bedroom.

“And technically I’m not on my own. I’m with you.” She said smiling, taking another taco from Jenna and devouring it.

One of the employees showed up then, brining Caitlin’s order to the table. More tacos. She made a happy sound as she looked at all the food in front of her. Her stomach growled but she could feel the disapproval rolling off in waves from Jenna and it stopped her from digging in.

“We’re fine. Between the both of us we’ll spot the bad guys long before they will find us here.” She licked her lips, deciding on which taco to eat first and settled on a spicy one.

“So, I know why I’m here. Being pregnant and hungry all the time, and you guys talking about this place like it’s food heaven.” She took a bite and moaned, yeah even the third tasted awesome. “Why are you sitting here alone?” She looked up expectantly at Jenna.

“I’m sure you could have gotten the company if you asked…”
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Jenna was bewildered – that was, putting it mildly. Her eyebrows drawn upward, she watched as the other woman dug into her uneaten food as if two mutants, one of them pregnant with probably another omega level child, meeting in this place was the most normal thing to happen. Unease crept into her stomach and Jenna shifted on her seat. She held her breath for a moment, trying to gauge what to do. Of course Caitlin was a grown woman – but so was Kira, and what had happened there was still taking up all the time of the seven o’clock news days later.

Caitlin put it as if it was nothing special for her to saunter about. Mentioning Gabe, Jenna felt her unease grow. Last time, she had kept her mouth shut and one of theirs had ended up in captivity. Jenna still couldn’t look Benji in the eye. Now, if that were Gabriel Summers … Jenna was certain she’d end up a pile of ash to be swept under a rug in some remote corner of the theatre and never to be heard of again.

The notion that Caitlin technically wasn’t on her own but with Jenna did nothing to ease Jenna’s growing concern. She looked up when another tray, loaded heavily with countless tacos, was brought to their table. Meanwhile, Caitlin did little to hide the fact that she was very much in the know about how Jenna was feeling. Jenna just huffed a small breath, tried for a smile but was certain the outcome was barely more than half-hearted. She pressed her lips into a thin line for a moment. Her powers were not back yet. Not to their full capacity. That Jenna could drown her sorrows in alcohol for longer than ten minutes was plus but did not really make up

A sigh followed. Jenna was not sure she could hold up her end of the bargain in the picture Caitlin was painting.

Silently, she watched the other woman devour the taco, then her eyes flitted up to Caitlin’s. Why was she here alone? Jenna shrugged. It was a good question. Why was she here alone? None of the answers she could give in this moment sounded very good. Because there was no one to join her? Because she felt like she had let down the people who had given her a home when she had had none? Because she felt like she was high maintenance to a point where she did not want to burden anyway?

She was having a moment. And oddly enough, she had come to this place to sit through it Maybe the idea had not been such a good one.

“Doubt there are a lot of people all too keen on my company right now…” Jenna sighed. “Have you heard anything?”
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Caitlin was looking intently at the other woman, the emotions and feelings that washed off of Jenna, they were so similar to her brother’s… it was a bit eerie. And it explained a theory she was harbouring about the Coleman siblings. She had been gently pushing Nate into talking to his sister, to get him to open up about what he was exactly feeling in regard to her.

It had been a slow process, but they were getting somewhere. And now she was sitting here with Jenna, and Cait knew something similar was going on with the younger Coleman but as always, she would let them figure things out on their own.

Okay, maybe she would nudge her in the right direction.

Licking her fingers clean, she took the bottle of water that had been brought along with the extra food and uncapped it. Taking a long drink, Jenna told her that she doubted anyone would be all too keen about her company. That girl really had no idea, did she? Cait gave herself an internal shake that she hadn’t gone talking to Jenna sooner. But, that wasn’t her thing. She waited till they came to her. Rarely did she seek out people on her own, like now.

The anguish and destress she had felt before Jenna had disappeared once more from the theatre, it made her all the more determent to talk to the woman right now.

“Like what?” Cait asked, putting her bottle back on the table. “How you went off on your own again? And almost got killed in the process?” She had heard it all from Gabe, who was ranting about how that woman had no sense of self preservation. But Cait knew why Jenna did the things she did.

“I would lie if I said it hasn’t come up.” She picked at the cheese that was dripping from one of the tacos, before looking back up at Jenna.

“Do you want to tell me why you decided to go at it without telling any of us?” She lifted a piece of melted cheese to her mouth and ate it from her fingers. Cait had a pretty good idea on the why, but she would be a bad therapist if she would give them the words instead of letting them work through it themselves.

“You knew people would be pissed over it.” She added, picking up another taco and digging in. Maybe she should consider running her sessions from this place. Food and therapy. It had a nice ring to it.
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It felt a little like shrinking in her chair when Caitlin began offering things that she may have heard. Jenna closed her eyes, feeling justified in her decision to leave the theatre once more. She had no place there. Her brother had his own matters to deal with. The man who had offered to teach her was down with a broken mind. Logan? Oh that was just a bad idea on two legs – two very strong and well shaped legs. But wrong. Wrong.

Jenna knew it was time to stop dropping from one state of emergency into the next. It was time to take stock and get her ducks in a row. She needed to figure out who was messing with her life – and why. Who had put memories of a life into her mind that made it near impossible for her to live this one now?! She was caught in the middle – ever more now than she had before.

She huffed a breath when Caitlin confirmed that apparently all those things had been said. So someone was of that mind. One was enough, the small, nagging voice in the back of her mind decided. One person being of this opinion was enough to once more knock her down, install that feeling of being a hopeless case. The sore thumb. Not fitting anywhere. The life story of Jenna Coleman.

Caitlin’s voice was gentle, kind, but it left no doubt in Jenna’s mind that she wanted to know what she was asking for. Jenna regarded the other woman for a moment. Why did she want to know? Jenna was certain that Caitlin had probably worked it all out in her head already. So why the shrink-spiel here? For a moment, Jenna contemplated getting angry, getting frustrated … but there was no energy for it. Jenna sighed.

“When I took off … I didn’t consider it.” She admitted. It was the truth. “I put the whole thing together … after tracking the movements of that company for weeks. And I just took off.” Shrugging, Jenna turned her head, casting her glance off into a non-existent distance to her right. “I wasn’t sure it was anything …” Enough to take off on her own, but also enough to alert the entire theatre? Jenna felt like she had turned herself into the laughing-stock already. No need to add more fuel to the fire.

It had been a moment’s decision. Take it or leave it. Do or die. The option to possibly miss that chance was one she had not been able to accept – so she had donned her gear and she had taken off into the night. What would come of the entire situation, she had not been able to foresee any of it.

“I’m sorry, Caitlin …”
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