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Wings N Things [Gabby / Jay] [Post #1]
WINGS N THINGS
DOWNTOWN, NEW YORK CITY

Context: Gabriella Summers is angry at nearly the entirety of the world. It has done nothing for her but forced her to fight. The strength she was afforded was not in the abilities she had been genetically gifted, but the people that grew around her. The seemingly systemic plucking of people from her life drove bitterness into the root of her existence and has allowed it to flourish. She thought she was sent to the past to save Leif as she had arrived directly at the moment most opportune to free him from his apparent captivity. She had thought she would be sent back to her appropriate timeline following, to reacquaint with the world she had left behind, but instead, she remains. Reunited with each and every person she had to push through the loss of should be a gift, a second chance, but the anger still festers.

Setting: The upper most point of one of the Manhattan Bridge piers. Tito's Vodka bottle in hand, half empty.

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* Initially for Jay [Elleh] & Gabby [Typh]
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Jay was feeling restless, ever since Steven Lang disappeared from SentS they had gone on high alert and made him check in regularly. It irked him, mostly because he wanted out to begin with. Then again, if he did, he couldn’t help the ones who got caught. And they were still taking mutants and supers in.

The phone call he was currently making, wasn’t making it easier.

“No, Alice, I’m not coming in. I told you I was out for the day.” He grumbled into his phone.
“You sound like you’re flying.”
“That’s because I am. Find some other fool to do her bidding.”
“But Jay, she asked specifically for you.”
“Tell her you couldn’t reach me.”
“You know she won’t believe that.”
“The think of something else.”

Jay hung up on her, knowing that he should at least feel bad for the girl who would get the full brunt of whoever was taking over for Lang. He had heard the rumours, the whispers of who she was but so far, he had stayed under her radar.

Up until now. But he was not going to just fly back and do her bidding. Which would come back and bite him in the ass, but he would deal with it. Tomorrow.

He flew high in the sky, scanning his surroundings and was surprised to see one of the bridge piers occupied. It wasn’t really a regular hangout place for people. Diving a bit lower, he noticed the red hair first and it sparked a memory. Only a day ago, or maybe two? He didn’t know, but he had seen this girl before.

Summers. She was a Summers.

One who was apparently drinking, and thinking the bridge was the perfect spot for it.

Diving even lower, he popped up in front of her. Curiosity spread across his face as he took her in. There was something going on with her, and he didn’t need to be a telepath to figure that one out.

“Gabby, right?” He asked, hovering in front of her. “Drinking and bridging is a very dangerous combination, you know.”
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Everyone thought she was crazy. A quiet part of her mind insisted that she had yet to give anyone reason to think otherwise. Rationale could make an argument for her crazed state from the moment she arrived culminating rather splendidly at the moment of finding Leif fucking Thorson and Josephine I’m-a-damn-damsel Barnes happy canoodling in the past where everyone else was still alive. Why wouldn’t that be a happier place.

That Gabriel and Caitlin seemed to manage siphoning her abilities and her emotions with little effort in tandem just served to grate her nerves all the more raw. They should have been on her side. They should have wanted to listen to her rather than putting themselves in her path. Not even Gabe’s simple presence seemed to manage to bank her temper. His fault, one way or another.

No one in that building seemed to understand the concept of ‘secret’ in regard to ‘secret stash’.

It would have been easy enough for her to lift a bottle from a local shop, but she refused to stoop to that level. She had arrived with a few bills in her pocket that had been there when Crazy Blonde Fate Woman had pushed her through the sticky skein of time. She had yet to even count how much she had waiting in said pocket. It was likely useless anyway. The stamps were the wrong color. They wouldn’t use blue for years still.

Years. The thought threatened to draw out the softer side of her emotions, the ones that could be hurt, the ones that could break.

Gabby lifted the bottle back to her lips for a long drink that easily coated her throat and lightly puffed out her cheeks. A bottle would do well enough. Just to make it stop, just to put her under. Just a few hours to put it all out of her mind.

Curiosity that was not hers prodded up against the edges of her perception and she considered sitting up, but the view of the night sky overhead, the abundance of glittering stars, the taste on her lips…she sighed. It didn’t matter who it was. There was no need to guess at a ‘what’ it might be because it was living in some manner. If anything, sentinels had never been programmed out enough to feel.

Male, a question about her identity offered forth, and she lifted the bottle upward to salute his effort and smarts. Then he had to point out it her presence so high and drinking were apparently ‘dangerous’, and she could help the laugh that slipped between her teeth. Dangerous. If he knew.

His motion through the air, subtle, controlled, put him within visual range and she took some interest in the image presented. Wings. Cheater.

“Wasn’t aware there were field sobriety aviation police.” She rolled her eyes. ”Something I can help you with?” She asked in the wake of silence. “Or is it a frequent undertaking to hover condescendingly?”
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She acknowledged him being right about her name, but him pointing out that it was dangerous to drink atop a bridge made her laugh. Which in turn made him think that he liked hearing her laugh. And he was certain he would hear more of it if she kept drinking like this. She was probably half way towards drunk already.

Jay snorted at her comment. “There isn’t, too much complaints about the way we took the blow tests.” Looking down at her, he was now certain that something was wrong, that something was bothering her.

The fixer inside of him felt intrigued and he landed next to her as she asked if she could help him.

“No not frequently.” He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Or condescendingly.” Jay added.

His gaze drifted to the bottle she was drinking empty, and wondered if she would manage to finish it and be able to fly home. “I was just flying and saw you lying here.” He shrugged, pulled his hands free and settled himself down next to her, looking out over the water and watching the lights in Manhattan. At night it was a sight to behold.

“Any reason why you’re here, and not with your family?” He had tried to find out about the sudden influx of Summers children, and his brother had been so kind to explain that they were from the future and on some sort of mission.

He always saw the Summers as one cohesive family unit, so it didn’t make much sense that she was out here. Alone.

“You do know you’re having a drinking binge right in the middle of the path of regular patrols, right?” Which would stay clear of the bridge right now because he was there. Another perk, they would leave him alone unless he called for backup. And he rarely called for backup.

“Not that I want to ruin your binge. Just putting it out there.” He looked over his shoulder, down at her, before returning his gaze to the lights ahead.
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Her brows pinched and she narrowed her eyes at him. She was not going to laugh at that. Lexie had always insisted she was a friendly and giggly drunk, but she was in no way near that point. Not yet. Not enough to laugh at some half-ass sexual joke.

Not a frequent hover-er. Sure, whatever. He just happened to be passing by, then, probably. Likely story. So when he basically admitted to doing just that, she snorted a half laugh, rather aware of him lowering himself out of the air, hands in his pockets like it was second nature. Because all mutants capable of flight just galivanted around in the air like it was no big deal. This was not her world. It was darker. No one just fluttered about here. Even when she was sure she could manage herself before any Sentinel this twenty-something year kick back could attempt to throw at her.

The line of thought about mutants flying wanted to tug her into another direction, a rapid decent towards a bunch of why’s until he removed his hands and invited himself to sit down beside her. Que the attempted sympathy when he questioned her location of choice rather than where he assumed she out to be. She considered minding him of what happened when one assumed anything. But he had no reason to be privy to any reason as to why she might choose to be anywhere at all.

Her left eye twitched when she tried to get a better look at him form the angle offered, her on her back, him sitting above her, his face forward, eyes on the cityscape. There was something familiar about the cut of his cheekbone and the line of his jaw that she couldn’t put her finger solidly on in the moment.

“I am with my family.” She corrected absently, almost dismissively, because it was the truth. Stubborn. She was sitting where she was, but a version of her was with her family. There was no way to change that. I knew you were going to be early. Tiny Lexie had commented, even if it had taken her a moment to actually identify her sister in such a small form.

Her visitor hinted that she had apparently picked a rather grand location for her little drink and pass-out locale and she wondered if he had anything better to do than to track anything and anyone capable of flight in order to learn patterns. Sentinel patterns that-

“So are you.” She pointed out.

When he shifted enough o turn and look down at her, somewhat over his shoulder, the familiarity hit her again and she grasped at making sense of it further.

She shook her head. “Do you turn invisible to boot?” She gestured with the bottle towards his wings. “That a secondary mutation to the fancy feathers?” She laughed then. “That’s be a convenient manner in which to avoid Sentinel detection.” Kind of like Valeria Richards had during her lifetime. “Or you’re one of them.” She laughed harder and tried to push herself up into a sitting position. “That would be even better.”
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Jay turned slightly again when she commented that she was with her family, and maybe she was. Half of that clan was sporting some sort of mind power. It’s why he mostly avoided them, since he didn’t feel like being subject to their probing. He knew he was the silent lonely type, he didn’t need that pointed out.

Nor did he need to hear that his brother and sister wanted him to stop being an idiot for playing for the other side. That it was too dangerous.

It was. He knew that. But if he didn’t, who would help all those innocent mutants?

The sudden urge to go back home and pick up his guitar to play away the anxiousness of the day, rose quickly but the urge to make sure that Gabby would be safe was just as strong. He couldn’t just leave her drunk of her ass and hope for the best.

He was not built like that.

His wings ruffled in the wind, hearing her say that he was in the path of the patrol as well, it made him smile. If she only knew that she was currently the safest mutant in the city by just being in his presence, she would fry his ass for associating with SentS.

“Point taken.” He replied, not feeling the need to ruin this by telling just that.

He shifted again, looking more fully at her when she asked if he could turn invisible as well. A convenient manner to avoid Sentinel detection. He shook his head, a smile on his lips, one that dropped when she pointed out that he could be one of them.

“How would that be better?” He asked, frowning slightly as he watched her trying to sit up straight. Because in his world that would not be better, in his world that meant you were compromised. Oh, he knew where his loyalties lay, but it was getting harder and harder each day to hide them. Especially when he had the feeling someone was closing in on him, to expose him for the fraud that he was.

He finally held out a hand to her, to help her in her endeavour to sit up straight. The bottle in her hand was two-thirds empty, and he wondered if she could even fly straight with that much alcohol in her system.
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That she knew something that someone else didn’t was quickly becoming the norm. Precognition was not really within her scope, and yet, being pushed back to where she was, she knew things. But foreseeing the future and knowing the future were different. Right? She had stepped out of what was going to happen and back into what had. She had altered Kitty’s fate in doing so. As had she altered Leif’s. Her nose wrinkled at the thought of him and his stupid existence.

“Then you’d be them.” She shrugged as her hip shifted beneath her weight and she lost her balance. Maybe it would be better to sit on the other side of the fence. The grass was always greener, so the saying went. She’d have a focus for the bitterness that had twisted a deep hold into he center of her being over the previous decade of her life.

There was a brush against her emotions that threatened to pitch her further sideways, threatened to draw her loneliness to the surface enough to bait the whisper of tears across her eyes. She was not going to cry.

She stubbornly clasped her hand against his to hoist herself back into proper seating alignment. “And it would be my luck draw in the enemy.” She smiled, an empty attempt. “Add it to my list of awesome endeavors and acquisitions.” Her eyes moved back and forth between his, slowly, analyzing, trying to commit their shape and shade to memory.

The bottle hand lifted somewhat from her side and gesture to the intermittent city lights that still offered the sky a subtle glow. “They’ll all go out soon.” Within the next two years, tops. The entirety of downtown Brooklyn would be a quiet and desolate place, abandoned and left to the rust and foliage that would move in. It was something lovely to see after years of it sitting in quiet. It had been such a familiar place when there had been no people to populate it, when she wanted to disappear from the theater. And then after that, even.

“The mutants will try to take it back, but the interest will wane.” She sighed. “All save one.” She looked back at him and smirked. “My mom said an old man disappeared into the overgrowth to hide away from Sentinels that pursued him across the city. They never found him, and he never left.” A short laugh that dwindled to a hum, and she lifted the bottle to her lips again.

“He sits amongst the trees and flowers, peppering the air with some stringed instrument like some nymph or satyr from old mythology.” She took a long drink of the vodka, let it fill her cheeks for a moment before swallowing. “Or a ghost in the woods.”
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Well, yeah, then he would be one of them. The logic was clear with this one. It made him smile a little, and then she took his hand and helped herself sit upwards. He snorted when she told him about how it would be her luck to draw in the enemy. If she only knew. He really should tell her, but last time he told a girl he was working for SentS, it had taken him a while to warm up to her again.

And if she hadn’t known his last name, it would have been longer than a while. It was a good thing Cindy knew the Guthrie name and had given him the benefit of the doubt.

The moment was gone though, Gabby had moved on and was now pointing out the city lights in front of them. They would go out soon. That made him frown. They would? He opened his mouth, ready to ask why, how but words didn’t come.

Jay closed his mouth again when Gabby continued to speak about how mutants will try to take it back but how interest would fade. All but for one. It was a bedtime story her mother told her, about how an old man disappeared into the overgrowth to hide away, how they never found and that he had never left.

He looked at her sideways when she laughed, and then put the bottle to her lips before she continued, and talked about how that man sits amongst the greenery and playing his instrument. She drank some more from the bottle, and he didn’t know what to say to all of that. Clearly it was something that was to happen in the future.

Even odder was how his mind drifted towards his guitar, which was a stringed instrument. Shaking it off, his gaze drifted towards the bottle in her hand.

“How much did you have to drink, Gabby?” He asked her. Wondering how much of that talk of hers was due to drinking and how much was truth. And how many bottles had she already consumed?

“What happened at the theatre?” He then asked softly, wondering why she was here all alone on the bridge drinking.
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Not that much, not really. She looked down at the bottle, neck gripped securely in her hand. It wasn’t the first one she had picked up out of ‘the stash’, but the first had only been about a fifth of the way full. Polishing off a previously opened bottle was just cleaning up. “After the first bottle, I heated m blood to purge most of the alcohol form my system.” She lifted her brows. It was a weird quirk to her mutation, and it never completely sobered her. Where would be the fun in that? She had thought that would have been the end of it, until she thought of them and their stupid happy little faces again, and her anger was immediately escalated sky high once more.

“Have you ever loved someone more than yourself?” She asked, turning slightly to look up at him. “Only to lose them?” The smile she offered was short lived. He had addressed her with her name again, and she wondered if he just liked saying it, or if he needed to repeat it to remind himself of it. “You miss them, you mourn them, you try to go on with your life without them.” Her elbow set on her knee as she contemplated drawing the bottle back for another drink, her eyes cast out over the lights that were still lit.

She could remember the exact way it felt the moment that she realized Leif was gone, the sudden loss, the sudden gaping hole in her chest when she couldn’t find him, the sudden anger that threatened to consume her in relation to his father. A man that was meant to be a god, a ghost that haunted an abandoned building that they had moved on from years prior. Hell’s Kitchen might have been obliterated if her own parents hadn’t managed to subdue her. She’d been angry at them, then, had hated that they had ever had her and screwed her over with the abilities their genetics had offered.

And then Joy was gone. She had scoured the city for her. She had- Gabby pressed her lips together. Beth had tried to take the memories form her head, but her mind had refused to let them go.

She had grown up learning gradually how to manage her powers, and it had been an accident when she had pieced together splinters of memories surrounding her uncle’s faked death, and how her dad had felt upon his sudden return to life. She had never understood the upset, she had imagined that it would have been amazing to be reunited with someone who he had thought had been gone. Her perception of the incident, however, had not allowed her to be the one to feel it. The pang of the loss, the grief, the rage.

“And then they just show back up in your life as if nothing ever happened?” And it had nothing to do with coming back and reacquainting with their younger selves. The Leif and Joy she had found were the exact pair that had vanished. It hadn’t been minutes or hours, it hadn’t been days or week. It had been years. Years of made up stories in her head, years of wondering if she’d find them in the Services’ custody, years of a tiny voice at the back of her mind wondering if they would be just around a corner. “And they’re so fucking happy with themselves.”

Because with no bodies to be found, she had never fully accepted that they were dead, not even when rationale insisted that they had to be. That there was no other explanation.

Gabby lifted the bottle back and swallowed down near the entirety of the remaining contents.

“And they don’t get why you’re mad.” Her fingers released the bottle and it slipped free, through the opening in the grate beneath her feet and she waited, counting the seconds away until it smashed against the concrete.
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So, she could have been even more drunk? He thanked the gods that that wasn’t the case, or she might have already fallen to her death. Drunk flying wasn’t really a smart thing to do, not that he had any idea because he couldn’t get drunk. His mutation wouldn’t allow for it. So, he had forgone drinking all together, why bother if you couldn’t get drunk anyway? It was a waste of liquor in his eyes.

It’s why he flew so much, getting his high differently by soaring through the sky hard and high.

Jay looked at Gabby, her question a surprise but asked in such a way that he knew someone she had loved had hurt her. Probably the reason why she had ended up on this bridge to begin with. “Yes.” He answered her softly. He had lost Sam and Paige for a while, but he had done it himself. He had put himself through that, to keep them save.

Gabby summed up nicely what he had done himself as well, and it had been hard. He couldn’t have contact with them in the beginning, not when they had their eyes on him. Not when the Services were still suspicious of him and if he had been brainwashed properly.

He had been all alone, flying not much of an option in the early stages. And if he had been allowed out, they had sent a sentinel with him.

Jay stopped his own back to the past memories and listened to the woman sitting next to him. He understood her better than she might think, but this was not about him. This was about her, and the fact that they had hurt her by disappearing. Oh, Jay knew about who she was talking. Even if he didn’t live at the theatre, somehow either his sister or brother kept him apprised of all the things happening there.

“I’m sorry they did that to you.” He told her, watching how she downed the remaining liquid in the bottle. “I’m sure they do get why you’re mad.” His own brother had called him a knucklehead, an idiot for being so reckless and Jay understood why.

He watched her release the bottle and he dove after it, not wanting an unsuspected by passer to get hit on the head with the bottle. He hovered back in front of her, bottle in hand and he felt something sharp in his chest as he looked at her. Like something wanted to connect, to tie itself to her.

“Not everything will smash into tiny pieces, not when there’s someone to stop that from happening.” He gave her a smile, hovering closer and wanting to erase the sadness from her eyes.

“I know you can fly, but…” He held out his hand to her, offering for her to take it. “My brother will have my head if he knew I would have let you take of like this.” Jay smiled at her again, could already hear the conversation his brother would have with him about this. It was a good thing he wasn’t that kind of guy to begin with. And he hadn’t been lying about the regular patrols in this area.

“Tell me where you want to go, Gabriella, and I’ll take you.”
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