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!]]

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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

That's the spirit. Think of it like a camping trip...without all the insects and bears. And dirt.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I've never been camping before.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

It's a messy business if you do it the old-fashioned way. I haven't been much for the wilderness or wildlife since I changed forms.

But you'll be here, so it'll be more like...what is it girls do, slumber parties?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Imagining Crowley at a slumber party now. >>;; Excuse her while she giggles at the image.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

What's so funny?

((ooc: going to bed now I swear. I also swear I speak English, rofl))

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[>>;;;] Nothing.


[[SURE YOU ARE. AND SURE YOU DO.]]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[eyebrow raise]

...sure.

Anyway, find yourself a spot around here somewhere to hang out, and I'll bet you can get people to bring you whatever it is you need for a few days.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[fjhsjdkf] That long? If I go home, they can fix me.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Just do this for me, will you?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But... I've never been away from the Agency that long without Signore Jose. I've never been away from Signore Jose that long.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley lifts a hand and runs it down the lower half of his face, once again prevented from facepalming only by the presence of his sunglasses]

You'll be fine, Henrietta. People are in and out of here all the time, right? The angel and I will be around, and so will all the other people you know. There's nothing to worry about.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But... [Fffffff--] If they can fix me, why should I stay here?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley's reply is a little louder and more forceful than he intends it to be:]

Because I don't want them cutting you open!

[He sighs, and takes a second to collect himself]

Besides, what if this is something the Twins did? If it's them messing with you, nothing the Agency can do will be able to fix you. Then they'll have done surgery for nothing.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Flinch. She looks down.] It doesn't hurt, though. They can fix me. I'm sure they can.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

And what if they can't? What happens then?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[djfdksjfdfd] I don't know. Maybe they'd use me for experiments, like Claes, or I'd stay in the hospital ward, maybe. As long as they didn't give Signore Jose someone different...

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Do you really care to risk any of that? Would it really hurt so much to stay here a little longer, just in case?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Fffffffjfslkdwuf. She tries for a minute to pick her P90 back up, but finally ends up sitting down on the forest floor, hauling it into her lap and cleaning moss gently from the muzzle.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley crouches down beside her and puts a hand on hers, preventing her from continuing to clean the gun]

Will it really hurt so much to stay here, just for a few days? Just in case?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

What if it's not just a few days?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Then we'll think of something.

Will you do this for me?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I can't go back? Not even a little?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

If you go back, won't you end up right back with them taking you to the medical ward? It's too risky.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Hugs the weapon close and rests her head against it.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[sdfsdkj Crowley runs a hand through his hair in frustration]

Why do you need to go back?