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Two was better than one. Unless one was a storm.

“Easier than the other.” She said as she set had hands around the bars separating the man within from anyone outside the cell he had been afforded. The state of his mind was something different. Many. “Multiple Man.” She murmured, somewhat amused as she tipped her head slightly. “One man who becomes many?” Wanda looked back at him. “Or many men trying to be one?”

No one else thought that way.

“One heart inside of your chest.” Her smile widened again. “Beating like a drum, like a horse about to break free.” Another mind brushed gently against her own, not prodding per se, but curious. She allowed her there, allowed her to sample the state of her thoughts because she had nothing to hide. No reason to. Even the other mind knew what she did. That Jamie Madrox would not remain where he sat. But she couldn’t see the how and why yet any more than the other. Or was it her? Maybe it was another version of herself.

But there was more of her, just beyond the fringes of her perception. She had the sudden thought to take herself to Anna. Let him be, let him see, let him be there with her.

Later.

“It’s dark where she is.”

He at least appeared somewhat well cared for, but that made sense. He was the center, he was the hub, where all the others emerged. The point of convergence. He was like a star, wrought and fought of fusion and fission. The potential always there.

Then she was suddenly in the cell. That was happening far more often with far more precision since Pietro had become known to her. Movement from one place to another with barely more than a thought to do so. If only she could figure out how to route that around the humans and their dampeners.

She touched her fingertips against his chin and immediately sifted through his thoughts, touching gently against every splinter that had ever granted him more. “Some beautiful, others…” others were darker. Like the man that had kept him prisoner.
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Jamie sat against the wall of his new confinement cell, he knew this had been a possibility the moment they figured out who he was to the asshole in the next cell over. He hadn’t even tried to stop them from putting him back in a cell. If it made them feel better, safer… who was he to deny them that.

He kept wondering if he would see familiar faces from before he got taken. But so far, not one. Which made him rethink the whole getting recaptured thing. Nothing he could do about now, but he would be damned if he would keep on sitting here for eternity until they made up their minds about what to do with him.

And all because of a rogue dupe.

His eyes fell on the unconscious form of said dupe, the one who has made life for mutants and supers alike into hell. It sickened him, knowing what the dupe had done all those years… what he had done to Carol Danvers. He had caught glimpses right before they had knocked the bastard unconscious.

At least they had allowed him to take a shower and given him clean clothing before locking him back up. They even fed him, but then left him to his own devices in here. He sat in silence, his head lowered as he thought over his options. Because he wasn’t going to sit in this cell any longer than was necessary.

So, his eyes flashed up when he heard a soft voice speaking up. Surprised to have a visitor, surprised to even hear her utter his alias. She reminded him of someone else, the flash of red, for a moment he thought he was looking at Terry. But she wasn’t.

“Where who is?” He asked, frowning at her comment. It didn’t make much sense to him but then again, this was the first time in ages he had a one on one conversation with anyone who wasn’t created from him.

She moved into his cell with just a blink of an eye, he would have been startled but nothing about her screamed danger so he looked at her with interest.

He sat perfectly still as she moved closer to him, her fingertips softly brushed against his chin and he closed his eyes. Nobody had touched him like that in years, and he was savouring it. He could feel her touch his mind, sifting through his memories, his thoughts and he didn’t mind. He just wanted to be seen as a person, and not as a monster… not as the monster in the next cell over.

Her words, he knew what she was talking about so he finished the sentence for her… “Horrible.” He whispered, knowing perfectly well that his dupes had their own ideas, personalities.

“He is a dupe of a dupe…” He continued, trying to explain… what exactly? “I’m sorry.”
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She could see the world, see the different layers to each individual that she focused on, but they didn’t bring her what his fractured selves offered. So much more of everything that could be. Every opportunity that he may have wanted, he could have created a version of himself to chase after it. A drive to learn languages, see the world, pursue how many university degrees and specialties. And the effort wasn’t necessary directly on his part, he simply reaped the benefits at the end. Absorbed it all in a moment.

Her eyes slipped to their right corners towards the duplicate in the adjacent cell. He would be privy to everything that Lang had perceived in however long he had been independent. All the secrets. All the hidden places. All the hidden thoughts. “Like an interweaving web.” She smirked and stifled down a chuckle. “Like a spider.” Her thoughts threatened to run away with her towards the spider within their midst, then they twisted away from him towards-

“Copy of a copy.” She said after he pointed out what Lang was. A further offshoot. Copies of copies run through a printer changed. Lines appeared, ink distorted. They were not like the original, sometimes altered from the copy they were made from. “Transfer is never complete.” Her upper lip curled slightly. “Distorted.”

The apology he offered brought her eyes back to settle on his, searching, trying to understand what it was he was apologizing for. He thought it was his fault, perhaps. That he might be putting it forward in lieu of his perceived inability to properly explain…the thought tugged at her mouth again.

“There’s dust motes where you go.” She shifted slightly, lifted her hand as though she could touch them wherever it was. She could see them. Even within the cell, she could still see. That should mean something. Again, she wondered about her brother, where he was in relation to where she stood in that moment. Bound to her, unable to make real contact. “Numbers. A secret tucked away in a pocket. Help.”

Wanda leaned forward, put her face closer to Jamie’s. “He’s not long for this existence he has carved out for himself.” She lifted her hand and loosely draped it before her mouth to stifle another attempt at laughter bubbling up her throat. “Even his witch has abandoned him.” They called her a witch, but she would never abandon what she considered important. But that was the kick, the other woman had little care for what she had turned out. Liability that he had become. “A thorn in her side, it threatened to tangle up her skein.”
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Caitlin sat on Carol and Bucky’s bed, listening to the shower running in the bathroom. Carol had been silent all the way to the room, and Caitlin had honoured that silence. Knowing that if her friend wanted to tell her what had happened, she would do so. It hadn’t stopped her from feeling Carol’s emotions though, and what she had picked up on… it told her enough.

She had asked Carol if she needed help with anything but she had declined. She had locked herself up in the bathroom, and Cait had heard her crying. It broke her heart to hear her friend like that, and then the water had turned on, drowning out the soft sobs.

It didn’t stop her from feeling when Carol started to relive her horrors.

Her hand dropped to her tummy, rubbing it and pushing away her own tears. Taking in deep breaths she tried to sequester Carol’s emotions from her own, and closed her eyes to think about other things…

Like Jamie Madrox.

She had been surprised to see him, surprised to finally put a face to Steven Lang, and even more surprised to see that that face was the same as Jamie’s. He had been hauled away before she could talk to him, but she was one of few in this building who knew who he was, and one of the few who had been looking for him when he disappeared.

Cait knew that Jamie needed more people in his corner, that it wasn’t fair to put him in another cell. She understood the apprehension, especially since Steven Lang looked like him but she knew Jamie. He was a good man.

Opening her eyes again, she got her phone out of her pocket, unlocked it and pulled up her contact list. Cait started to scroll through it, found the number and pressed the text bubble to open up the message screen.

I’ve found him. But he needs your help. Get here.

She hit send, and let out a deep sigh. The water was still running, her gaze drifted towards the door and her worry for Carol got bigger. Cait got up and moved to the door, knocking on it. “Carol?” She waited, but there was no answer. “Carol?” She tried again.

“I’m fine.” Carol’s soft voice drifted through the door.
“You don’t sound fine.”
“Caitlin… please.” Carol sounded broken.
“Could you open the door?”

Caitlin waited, her hand on the door but she could tell that Carol wasn’t considering opening the door for her. The water finally stopped running, but there was no movement from behind the door.

“Hon, please open up the door.”
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She felt numb. The water cascading down her body couldn't wash away the horrors that were running through her mind. The half memories of what had been done to her. She lifted her head up to let the ray of water hit her face, to wash away the tears that kept on coming. The moment she had closed the bathroom door behind her, locked it, she had allowed herself to cry.

Everything came crashing down on her, with shaking hands she had opened up the faucet, undressed herself, and let the water try to wash everything away.

It was not working.

She still felt trapped in that room, still heard the sounds from the video playing. Everytime she thought it would stop, the video started over. It had been put on a loop to torment her, and it had been very effective.

Until a loud crash had stopped it all. The tv screen had ended up on the other side of the room, half sticking out of the wall. Then a pair of hazel coloured eyes had filled her vision, a gentle smile accompanying them. It had taken her a moment to get out of her daze, but the young woman had ripped the collar from Carol's neck, ushered her up from the floor and then helped her clean up.

It hadn't taken Carol long to figure out who she was, after she regained more of herself. The mannerisms, the way she looked, how she talked. It had been like looking in a mirror. Well, almost. One moment the young girl reminded her of herself, and the next it was like she was looking at… Bucky.

She bit back a sob, her hand reaching out to the wall to keep herself upright.

What would she have done if it had been him finding her instead? Her other hand dropped to her stomach, her fingers splayed in protection of her baby. Something she hadn't been able to do before. That bothered her the most, the fact that she couldn't have stopped him if he had tried to hurt her baby.

And he would have. It was what he had said, wasn't it? Once he was done with her, he would have gotten rid of her child.

The hand against the wall turned into a fist, Carol lowered her head. A sliver of anger tried to push through but then the tile under said fist cracked. She was inadvertently pushing too hard against the wall. She dropped her hand, unclenching her fist. Her eyes fell on her body, and instead of seeing the smooth skin, she still saw the bruises. See where his fingers had pressed into her skin hard enough to leave their marks.

Carol took in a sharp breath, closing her eyes but doing that just enriched the image in her mind and she dropped to her knees, gasping. Staring at the floor, watching the water drain away her breathing became harsher. Partial memories tried to surface, and she started to feel sick to her stomach.

There was knocking on the door, and her name wafted through the door. Carol wanted to ignore her, but her name got called again, and she knew she couldn't ignore Caitlin.

"I'm fine." She finally answered, but she wasn't. Not by a long shot.
“You don’t sound fine.” Caitlin commented.
“Caitlin… please.” Her voice sounded broken, and… it disgusted her.
“Could you open the door?”

Carol looked at said door, but didn't move. Not right away. When she did move, it was to turn off the water. And then she just sat there. She felt the water drip down her back, in a slow rhythm.

It was somewhat cathartic. But it also made the memories more vivid in her mind.

Drip
"I waited for you to be awake for the next show."
Drip
"Open your eyes, Carol."
Drip
"Look at me Carol." His voice cold but demanding. His finger pushed further down, her body unwillingly reacting to the touch
Drip
"I said, look at me!" He was yelling at her now, making his finger slide up and down a few times at her centre

“Hon, please open up the door.” Caitlin cut through the memory, and Carol lifted her hand to her face as a shudder racked through her body. It hadn't been the water that had been dripping, it had been her tears falling from her eyes. She slowly rose up to her feet when her body finally allowed for it, grabbed a towel, and just stood there in the middle of her bathroom.

Alone, so very alone.

"I'm fine." She repeated her earlier line.
"Carol, I know you're not. I can feel your pain. Let me help you."
"Stop." Carol told her friend but just saying that single word, it triggered a memory, one of Steven between her legs and bringing her to an orgasm. Her body violently shaking in response, and she had to bite back a cry of horror.

"Please, open the door honey." Caitlin urged her, and Carol found it hard to breath as another memory assaulted her mind.
"Cait..." She gasped out, unlocking the door for her friend. "I can't stop remembering."
"It's okay." Cait's soft voice calmed her down a little, her breathing evened out but she still heard his damn voice. Heard him ask her if she was liking it. Like what he was doing to her.
"It's not okay. He..." Carol stopped talking, she could feel his fingers digging into her skin. But it weren't his fingers, it was Caitlin grabbing her by the arms and making her look at her.
"You're safe here." Cait told her. "He can't hurt you anymore."
"But he still is." She gasped out, referring to the memories in her mind. The sounds of his body hitting hers, his grunts… "He used me."
"Honey..."
"I was unconscious most of the time, but..."
"That didn't stop him?"
"No." It sounded so broken. "He taped it all." She whispered horrified.
"He made you watch it." It wasn't a question, but Carol still nodded.

She broke down, Cait's arms wrapped around her and she just cried. It angered her to feel like this, to feel so violated.

He had taken her freedom, had rendered her helpless.

And he had relished in it, every single minute of it, and then he had dragged it all out… she didn't even want to think about what would have happened to her if she had been captive for longer than those two days.

"He ruined my life..." She said through tears. Caitlin stepped back, looking at her friend, and used the towel to start drying Carol. Then she helped her get dressed, comfy sweatpants and a sweater. Cait made her sit down so she could brush her hair, try to entangle it, and then put it into a braid.

"He will pay for all of this. He's locked up..."
"Locked up?" Carol twisted in her seat, looking at Caitlin in question.
"They brought him and Jamie back… didn't you know?"

"I… " She frowned, not sure if she actually witnessed that happening. She and Joy had been last to get through the portal, and she had been more interested in the state Bucky was in than who had gone through the portal before her. So... "No."

"He's currently unconscious and locked up in one of the cells." Caitlin looked at her, narrowing her eyes slightly to gage what Carol might do with that information.

"I see." Was all she said, pushing herself up from the bed.
"Carol… what are you going to do?"
"Not sure." But she had already decided. After all she had made him a promise too.
"Don't do it, Carol."
"I'll take your suggestion under advisement." Was her reply before stepping through the door, with Caitlin on her heels.

"Wouldn't you rather wait till you know if Bucky is okay?" Cait kept up the pace, which was surprising for someone in her condition. Then again, the woman could tap into any ability she wanted if she so needed. So a brisk walk shouldn't faze the woman.
"No." She simply said. Because it wouldn't stop her from what she was about to do. If anything, it would make her want to do this even more if Bucky turned out not to be okay.
"Carol, this isn't you."

That made her stop and look at Cait for a moment. "Three days ago I would have agreed with you." She replied, and continued her walk.

She stopped paying attention to her surroundings, stopped listening to Caitlin who kept on pleading with her to just turn around and go see Bucky. Carol couldn't do that, didn't dare to do that. Afraid that Benji had managed to fix her boyfriend and she had to face him. She couldn't face him, not now. Not when she was so broken. So raw on the inside. Scared that he could see what had been done to her, just by looking at her.

Carol knew that she needed to fix that. Fix herself.

And the best way to do that, was to confront whatever it had been that had broken you in the first place.

She stopped just short of the entrance into the holding area. For some reason she could feel the containment fields that blocked abilities, her skin itching, and she send out an energy surge to disable them before walking into the room.

Only two of the cells were occupied. She spotted Wanda, who was in a conversation with … Jamie? That had been his name, right? The one who had produced her nightmare. Anger surged, wanting to take care of him as well. Make sure he could never make another... Silence fell in the room, as her focus shifted to the other occupied cell.

A body had been dumped on the cot, but she could make out who it was. Knew exactly who it was.

She strode forward, her hands wrapping around the bars of his cell as she looked down at him. His eyes were closed, but she knew…

"I know you're awake." She spoke with a calmness she wasn't feeling. Her body turning cold instantly when she saw that wretched smile curl on his lips.
"Are we that attuned to each other now?" His voice sounded nothing more like a rasp, a groan escaping when he sat up on the cot to face her. "I guess we must be after all the things I did." He smiled at her, sending shivers down her body. The iron bars creaking under her hands as she tightened her grip around them.
"Do you remember what I promised you?" Her voice even, which surprised her since a fueling rage was building inside of her.
"I remember a lot of things." His eyes drifted over her body, a hunger there that made her want to crawl into a dark corner and hide away. His gaze making her feel naked and vulnerable all over again. "The way your body trembled under my touch."
"Stop." She gritted out.
"How you tasted when you came around my tongue."
"Stop. Talking." His words triggering flashes of broken images. Her body reacting to his words, and she was disgusted by it.

Steven softly laughed, his eyes glittering with dark lust as he darted out his tongue to lick his lips. "Your body was more than welcoming of my cock when I finally claimed you."

Carol snapped in that moment, the memory of him pushing inside of her so vividly in her mind that she yanked out the cell door. It clanged against the wall, denting it, but she didn't care. Her hand was around his throat, squeezing the air out of him, and all Steven did was laugh.

"I fucked you thoroughly, Carol." He wheezed out, that cold smile still on his lips, and she slammed him into the wall a few times. It didn't stop him from laughing, didn't stop that lust filled gaze to graze over her. "I ruined you for him." He pushed out. "Whenever he'll touch you, you will feel me instead."

The sound that came out of her own mouth sounded like a wounded animal, and it enraged her even more. She was squeezing the life out of him and he still had this power over her.

Her fist connected with his face, blood sprayed from his mouth. She wasn't holding back. Another punch, more blood, and he didn't stop smiling at her. That fucking smile. Carol screamed at him, punching, throwing, more punches until she placed both hands on either side of his face and in one strong twist she pulled his head clean off. Blood sprayed everywhere, a loud pain filled gasp came from behind her.

Her eyes fell on the head in her hands, and she screamed at it in fury until her throat was raw.

"Carol, honey, I need you to drop the head." Caitlin's voice sounded soothing behind her, reasonable even. She did as asked, dropping the head to the ground and it rolled away from her a little. Looking at her hands covered in blood, she frowned. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

Getting pulled up gently from the floor, she noticed that she had been straddling a headless body. Right, because she had been the one to decapitate him in the first place. Turning away from the body, her eyes fell on Jamie who was lying curled up like a ball on the floor. He was whimpering, his face contorted in pain and she subconsciously took a step towards him.

"Nope. Not gonna happen. You created enough carnage for one day." Caitlin steered her away from Jamie, and out of the holding cells. Carol barely registered the walk back to her room, half heard Cait talk to someone and telling them to start cleaning and get rid of the body. Body? Oh, right. Steven Lang.

"Carol?" Cait drew her attention, and she blinked a few times. They were back in her room, and she was in her bed. How had she ended up here? Cait's expression softened, there was worry in her eyes. "You should sleep now."

That sounded like a good idea. "Will you stay?" She asked her friend, an irrational fear of being alone springing to the front.
"Of course, honey." Cait smiled warmly at her, sitting on the bed and taking Carol's hand in her own.
"Bucky?"
"He'll be fine. Sleep, Carol. I'll keep you safe."
"What about the dreams?"
"I'll keep them away."

And she felt her eyes grow heavy instantly, not fighting Caitlin's attempt to push her under. Not even hearing the door to her room open, or hear who entered it. Darkness claimed her, and she slept a dreamless sleep.
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It was an odd thing to stare at, if anyone wanted her opinion in the moment. Perception was usually bigger was better or scarier. The hunter, or Sentinel as its creators deemed it, was barely a foot taller or broader than she was. Yet the abilities she had witness it capable of, could prove exceedingly detrimental to most humans or mutants not quick enough on their feet to get out of its path.

“I have told you and your kind this once before,” she advised it, oddly calm, “Ireland will not be taken.”

“The other island has been taken,” the bot replied, a short in its system causing its speech pattern to occasionally short out, the crippled wires in its throat sparked and it almost seemed to wince. Almost. “This island will fall just the same.”

“And yet,” she tightened her hand around the power core in its chest, “every scout you send, ever attempted knapping you try, has failed.”

“The veil you seem capable of casting will only hold for so long.”

Something, her phone, in her coat pocket, vibrated, but her attention remained fixed on the metallic being held before her. It appeared to stand on its feet simply because she managed the weight that would otherwise force the ankles to buckle without the rest of the onboard computer’s support. She watched its head tilt slightly, trying to assess her, potentially trying to interface with the item that wanted her attention. So she drew her arm back, removing the core, and watched the lighting fade the way life left a dying man’s eyes.

The Sentinel slipped back, the grip it had tried to keep about her forearm failed, and it clanked against the rocks. Its ‘heart’ remained in her hand.

When the world pushed back in to be perceived, the sound of the waves lolling against the cove were the first sound that registered. She curled her fingers tighter around the item in her hand and crushed it. An electric current raced up her arm and dissipated without much complaint.

Reaching into her pocket, she drew out the phone and opened the message. Her eyes traced the letters that built the words that formed the simple correspondence, and she wondered if the last electric outburst from the core had short circuited her brain. She hadn’t heard from Cailtin in…years? There was a subtle knowing that allowed her to be in some tether to the other woman and she often wondered if it was Caitlin’s abilities, or some version of hers or hers.

But him.

She clicked on the message box and simply responded with: Where? And then she sent it in response. When the response did not come back as quickly as she wanted, she considered the back and forth that would be necessary to pinpoint an exact location for her to home in on and shook her head. Clicking into the message box once more she gave her instruction. Prayer. As silly as it may have once seemed, she gave that as the easiest way to have her where she apparently needed to be. The island would be fine.

Pray to The Morrigan.

Because that would allow her to respond near instantly.
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It stuck out like an unmoving steel rod in the middle of a hurricane. A mind that was separate, levelled, even if it was tinged with curiosity. Surface thoughts and little else beyond a near impenetrable defense. The tension was familiar in a manner, but she couldn’t immediately decipher the why behind whatever it was that seemed to…push back? That was not the right description, because there was nothing shoving against her attempt to press further, it was more like tapping against concrete.

A hesitant step towards the doorway out of the room. Her lips parted and she caught herself halfway towards the door. It was more than just her own questioning that pushed her, even as she glanced back at the cells, then Jon.

A flare from Carol, a spark from Caitlin.

But the other mind lingering outside of the building called more so, perhaps, to her concern over not being able to sway its actions. She wasn’t sure if it posed a threat or not, if it responded to their location out of knowing where and what it was, or for one of the men that had been taken away. One of them, when they were the same person.

That wasn’t right either.

Wanda’s giggle at the back of her thoughts raised the tiny hairs on the back of her neck.

“There’s someone outside.” She told her husband. “I can’t…” get through, read them, find motive. Each completion or progression slipped out of reach as she tried to press further. Her kinesis prickled to life, tried to shape itself around her like a shield as she left the room behind her. There was a need to simply know the matter at hand. Too many new variables. First a Leif from the future and then…another from his time, as she managed from Emma’s thoughts about the girl.

She could sense Wanda, and barely watched her disappear from before the old front door to the theater. She had already spied her standing there earlier in the day, and the day before that. Apparently anyone that asked what she was doing was offered the reply, simply, that she was ‘waiting for her’. The ‘her’ in question though had yet to gain entry. For a moment she considered the person outside, but Wanda wouldn’t have left her post if she were waiting for whomever was standing outside the building. The witch was a few screws short in recent years, but she was far from legitimately stupid.

The barred doorway had her turning towards the side entrance that Gabriel had months ago nearly vaporized in his pursuit of Caitlin.

It was a woman outside, she found once she had cleared the hidden doorway and turned out of the tiny alley. “What are you doing here?” She had managed as calmly as her voice would allow.

“I need to speak to Gabriel.”
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Elise needed to get out, that was all she had to say on the matter. She needed to get out and do something other than sit and stare at computer screens and share cold pizza with Gabe. Jaxon would be fine with her and it would do them both good to see something other than the walls of the building they were kept behind. Elise more so because of the fragile nature of her human state. Not that she would tell the girl that out loud. She’d likely earn a fist to the face if she ever even hinted at the thought. But even just a night away in a tiny little bed and breakfast just to break the monotony.

Paige sighed at the thought. Just a few hours away sounded divine. Even if her memories attempted to supply her with the little excursion she and Alex had attempted to American Eagle. She still thought it had been a random occurrence and simple dumb luck on the part of the SentS ops that had thought they were managing an easy pick-up. They had done well enough scoping out tiny apartments along the outskirts of the city and the state with little issue.

She turned towards the kitchen doorway and paused within the frame the moment she felt the familiar brush of another mind against her own. Her immediate response was to put up some kind of wall to keep out the intrusion, until familiarity sought to set her at ease.

A figure moved down the hall form the opposite direction and when he moved to step passed her into the kitchen towards the other people already present, she reached out and seized him by the forearm. To his credit, Gabriel simply halted his progression forward and turned to look at her rather than immediately attempting to shake her off.

“Gabe…” she tried to focus, tried to see beyond Beth’s presence in her head.

Gabe hesitated, then seemed to catch onto the moment. He said her name, tried to call her attention to him, but her curiosity kept pulling her back inside of herself. Beth was there, but she wasn’t offering her her direct focus, only a handle on her presence.

A large hand slipped immediately about her lower face and lifted it upward, forcing her to look up at him. But when he spoke, it wasn’t her name on his lips, it was, “Beth.”

“There’s someone outside, but I can’t see who it is.” She told him, grasping at the threads of thought that Beth either couldn’t fully keep form her, or was simply allowing her to perceive. She tried to push against the other woman further until she blurred herself over with an image of Carol moving through one of the corridors. “Carol’s going somewhere.”

“Well I can’t be in two places at once.” Gabe replied, using his hold on her face to draw her further forward. “Where do I need to be?”

“She already knows what Carol is going to do.” Paige lifted an arm and pinched her fingers around his wrist, realization dawning. “And she’s not making any move to stop her. Go outside.”

Gabe released her and then retraced his steps out of the kitchen, leaving her to huff in a breath as Beth quietly slipped herself out of her head.
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Her nerves were humming. That was the best way that she could describe the way that she felt. Every bit of her was alight simply because of a confrontation. And it was because of him, because she couldn’t let it have him. She tried to keep from rolling her hands into fists. She tried to answer his questions when he posed them. That he had never pushed to know what she was had not been lost on her in all the time that had transpired since the admittance that she wasn’t human. All that she had seemingly given away was that she healed. Quickly. Almost fast enough to completely counter any physical threat that he could pose her.

They hadn’t been followed, at least not that she could tell. Not yet, anyway. She had other means to put them out of a direct Sentinel path if necessary, but she wondered what Sebastian was already thinking. He had destroyed what was left of it once she had toppled it, but if it had managed to relay any of its feed… Ericka lifted a hand and rubbed her fingers across her lips and chin.

Sometimes she envied those that could fly.

Every step they took that was spent in silence nipped at her anxiety. More than once she considered simply porting them to the theater’s main door. That, however, could overload him. An immediate appearance within the building’s vicinity was likely to tip off the likes of Beth and anyone else with a portion of their mutation perpetually carved into a defensive state.

So they walked.

And walked.

The number of people thinned gradually until they were the only two on the sidewalk and the building around them seemed to hollow out. That it was night was somewhat of a point in their court.

Until something intangible pressed up against her shoulders and ground her to a progressive halt.

“What are you doing here?”

She was quietly thankful that it was her and not one of the other telepaths that had discovered them. She wondered which if any of the others even knew they were there yet. Her mind was harder to discern, but she wasn’t sure how Sebastian’s varied in regard to effort put forth by an outside influence other than how Beth managed him.

“I need to speak to Gabriel.” She responded, honestly and truthfully. She needed Sebastian off any hint of radar the Services might offer, but she needed Gabriel to aware of what taking Lang had upturned already in such a short span of time. And the bullet in her pocket, the ‘mutated’ form of diamond.

“What happened?” Beth’s voice shifted from the initial neutral to mildly concerned.

Ericka glanced sideways at the man somewhat beside and behind her. “Sentinel.”
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Sebastian wasn’t certain what exactly put him on edge. Was it the fact that the blocks installed in his mind were failing? That his mutant was showing? Or was it the fact that he had ended up staring down the face of one of those ugly things as it had wanted to come after him? A Sentinel. A fuckin’ Sentinel.

Or was it that fact that he had gotten a first-hand, and ‘without a doubt’ account of the fact that his ex-girlfriend was no human after all?

He had known, a small voice in his mind reminded him. Sebastian wanted to scoff at that. The mind was a powerful thing. One could easily assimilate an idea without actually considering it. That was how it had been for him and Ericka. Right until today.

For weeks, and months now, he had worked at accepting who and what he was without actually being part of that world. He was still Sebastian Strucker. Still a lawyer. Still working for SentS. Even if work was a strange thing these days since the death of Steven Lang was permeating row upon row, level upon level. Things were a little … unstable.

And yet, nothing had remained as it had been. He had begun seeing Beth Silvercloud. A telepath and telekinetic. Her scope appeared almost endless – and she had roamed his mind with an uncanny and even frightening ease as if she ate psyches for breakfast. She had offered him blocks instead of the counteragents. Sebastian had accepted.

Sebastian and Ericka had come back numerous times. Always meeting in generic locations. Beth had warned him. Eventually the blocks would fail. Mutant abilities tended to have a life of their own. Sebastian had willingly accepted that. In a way, it had always felt like something that was far, far in the future. That this future was today? He still had trouble catching up to it.

“Ericka …”, he tried again, for what felt the millionth time but she would not respond. The woman simply kept moving, letting him either follow or not. And since Sebastian felt like he had no other choice, he remained hot on her heels. Walking. Sebastian did not mind it – and yet, it unnerved him that she wasn’t talking to him. She had barely spoken to him at all since that day at her apartment. Only the most necessary things.

Ericka had agreed to help him. And she was coming through. But that was exactly the extent of it.

Then a voice chimed up out of thin air that sounded somewhat familiar. Sebastian came to a silent halt behind Ericka. He balled his fists. It was a bit of a reflex. Like he was testing his abilities. They were alive, and breathing. No block in effect. And yet, something told her that if this woman were to be his adversary, he would not stand a chance.

Gabriel. Sebastian noted the name but did not react to it. His mind played back that moment at the ice cream parlour in winter. It reassessed the magnificent things his chart at SentS said about the man. How Gabriel Summers could even live like a semi-normal human being was beyond him. The man’s power scope was virtually limitless. As was Elisabeth Silvercloud.

Sebastian just nodded, his mind still working hard to catch up on everything within the last months. Right down to his being here at the doorstep of the damned resistance. Progressing any further meant to step into their den. Entering a world that was definitely not his. He was of the other side, was he not? He was a SentS employee. He had worked for them to put away Beth’s kind … every which way.

“Am I gonna end up in a cell when I set foot into your headquarters?” Sebastian wondered, knowing he could not expect hospitality exactly.
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