Dossier Seventeen

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She's in the swimming pool, fully clothed (except for her sweater, shoes and socks, which are sitting by the side of the pool) and floating on her back. There's a look of confusion on her face; she starts to sink, flounders for a moment, and then makes it to the edge, grabbing on to pull herself out. It takes a couple of attempts, weighed down as she is by soaked clothes.

When she finally pulls herself our, she flops onto her back on the plane, one wrist laying gently over her eyes.]

Comments

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I'm human. The tissue they took wasn't synthetic at all.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

...ah. I was afraid it was something like that.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

What do I do?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

I'd tell you to sit tight, wait it out, but you aren't going to listen to me this time any more than the last few times, are you?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I always come back. [She can't really help it.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

And that hasn't prevented them from slicing into you, has it?

All I can tell you is to wait it out. The experiment will be over soon enough, and the Agency can't do anything for you in the meantime.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But now that they know, know for sure, they can replace my parts.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Tell me, approximately how much of you was artificial, before?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Eighty percent, I think.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Ngh.

I still don't think it would work, but God knows—pardon my French—that's never stopped anyone before.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

French? [Because naturally, the lack of French in that statement is the most important part.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Nn...the "G" word, I meant. Doesn't play well with my kind, does it?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Saying God is like being nice?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

It's something I generally try to avoid, at any rate. I'm not exactly on the best of terms with Up Above these days.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But you stopped the Apocalypse. Isn't that good?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

That's...well, that's complicated. And technically it wasn't me or Aziraphale that stopped it, it was Adam.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But you tried, didn't you? [She sits up, still dripping.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Sure we tried, but more for our own selfish reasons than anything. You have to remember, both sides wanted Armageddon to happen.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

You're very brave, signore.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[shifts uncomfortably]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Did I say something wrong again?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[a sigh]

No, you didn't. But let's focus more on getting you dried up, shall we? Before you catch your death of cold.

[He disappears for a moment, reappearing with an armful of big, lovely, fuzzy white towels, all monogrammed AJC]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[:o Fuzzy. She wraps herself and flops backwards again, not really trying to dry herself off.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Don't make me attack you with a hair dryer, young lady.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Can you attack people with them? [Sitting up again now. But the towel is soaked in puddle. :\]