Dossier Thirteen

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Henrietta is in the woods again, this time in the deepest, darkest most private area she can find. She's wrestling with her P90, trying to grip it properly, but the muzzle keeps dipping towards the forest floor. She fumbles and nearly drops it, wincing--her hands are raw and sore-looking. Apparently she's been at this a while. She hesitates.]

...I should look for them again...


[[Experiment start!]]

Comments

[contract_star]

[Isn't quite sure what to say to that.]

I'm not sure how much I can help you. These experiments can last awhile. [And who knows what they'll do to her in her own world.] Henrietta...can you do something for me?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

What do you want me to do?

[contract_star]

Can you stay here for as long as you can? Just until the experiment is over? It's alright if you go back every now and then, but if the people in that organization find out what's happened...

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

...but, then they can fix me.

[contract_star]

[Long pause.] The Twins might not let them.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Why not?

[contract_star]

They don't usually like people to interfere with their experiments.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Hauls her gun into her arms so she can hug it. :|]

[contract_star]

[He puts a hand on her shoulder.] I'm sorry, Henrietta.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

What do I do?

[contract_star]

Do what you want to do. Do you want to stay here? Or do you want to go back and have them send you to the clinic?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[._.] What I want to do?

...I want to be repaired.

[contract_star]

[Inward sigh.] Then do what you want to do.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[So she drops! And then, a few minutes later, reappears sans jacket, looking very confused.]

[contract_star]

Well?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

They were talking about surgical exams... and then I wanted to come look for you again.

[contract_star]

What kind of surgical exams? [Eh, wot?] You did?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

To figure out what's going on with my muscles, I think. [Pauses and nods] You, or Chris, or Signore Aziraphale or Signore Crowley.

[contract_star]

Invasive surgery?

[Pauses.] Do you know why?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Invasive? Just surgery, I think. [Doesn't get the difference. :\] No... but the same thing happened when they talked about it the first time. I was going with Signore Jose, and then I really wanted to come find someone.

[contract_star]

Ah.

...I see. Henrietta, I think what that means is that you think of us as...friends.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Nodnod] I do.

[contract_star]

Is that a good thing?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Isn't it?

[contract_star]

[Smiles.] I think so.