[Experiment Start--please see the link at the bottom of the entry]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Cy appears on the plane in a huddle, muttering to herself. She looks ill. Everything about her seems dull, like someone took an eraser to a sketch of a gray cat and couldn't scrub the image away.]

I don't like this. I don't like this, ladies and gents.

[She sneezes, and there's a flash of light around her. She curls into a ball and starts shivering.]




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[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto pauses, then shakes his head deciding he must be imagining the similarity.] Well, it would. Considering I could catch it if was, and everything.

...you know, Mr Jones really doesn't sound right coming from you.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Bubbly giggle] But wouldn't it be funny? Dying that way after everything else?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto almost drops her, tightening his grip on her last second and holding her at arms length.] That isn't funny, Cy.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Don't you like me, Mr. Jones? Don't you think I'm pretty?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto tightens his grip, glaring at her.] Stop talking like that.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Giggle. Slowly Cy's voice melts away under the chiming metallic one.] Oh my. What will he do to us?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

If you stop it, I won't do anything.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Oh but we like pain, don't we, Mr. Jones.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

She doesn't want you using her like this. Leave her alone.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

We don't want to, Mr. Jones.

We like it in here.

It's fun. Don't you think it's fun?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

No.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[All the voices at once:] ...Squanto, it hurts.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto sighs, loosening his grip on Cy a little.] I know, Cy... if I knew how to help you...

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

If only he knew how to help. [Multiple voices chiming again] If only he knew. Poor Mr. Jones doesn't know, does he, poor Mr. Jones.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[And Ianto's grip would be tightening again at that.] I thought I told you to leave her alone.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

We don't listen to you.

Why would we listen to you?

Down and away in his hidey-hole, safe and sound from Mr. Master.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

The only reason I'm still down there is because Jack ordered me not to try and save him. If it wasn't for that I would've killed the Master a long time ago.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[More bubbly giggles] Oh my, he's so brave.

Isn't he just?

Mr. Master would be so very frightened if he knew.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Shut up.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Oh dear. I wonder how much we'd need to do?

To say?

To get you to hurt this one?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...I wouldn't hurt her.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

You wouldn't hurt her.

You want to hurt us.

Don't you?

[All the voices at once, including Cy's:] Don't you, Mr. Jones?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

That doesn't mean I will.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[The other voices are fading into the background again]

All we need it the right switch--

Or button--

Or lever to break.

And then 'wouldn't' turns to 'did'.

[Cy goes limp, shivering again.] Squanto?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto relaxes visibly as she returns to herself, though he still keeps a careful eye on her.] I won't hurt you. Don't worry, Cy.