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femmejosephine ([personal profile] femmejosephine) wrote2015-04-22 07:47 am
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For Cole: The future is now

The last couple of weeks had been possibly the worst she had experienced in Darrow.  It wasn't anything to do with the job or her flat or anything like that, which was what it might have been before.  It was almost always the job before.

The problem was the little stone balls that she couldn't seem to escape.  The first time she'd touched one, she'd seen herself as Operations.  She wasn't sure how she knew that from just a brief glimpse, but she did.  She was standing in the Perch and she looked hard and cold.  She looked like Operations.  It was the very last thing she wanted to be, but yet she was.

The second time, she'd seen herself shooting Michael.  She'd seen him die at her hands, and seen him mouth, "Je t'aime" as his eyes closed.  She hadn't known how she killed him or why, but she had, and the betrayal on his face was terrible.   His hair had been a different style and she'd had a different weapon, a newer one.

The third time, she'd seen herself in a hospital bed with tubes running everywhere.  She seemed to be in a coma, although she couldn't see any physical damage.  On the other hand, she'd been covered by a blanket, so who knew?  The worst or possibly best part was her mother, bending over her to kiss her.  She recognized Roberta, even though she hadn't seen her in at least ten years.  Roberta looked much better.  She might have actually gotten help.  Why couldn't that have happened before Nikita apparently nearly died?  

She'd heard from her colleagues at Bondurant's that this kind of thing had been happening.  Lots of people had seen what might be their futures, but a lot of them said things about children and grandchildren and money and joy.  Hers only showed pain and loss.   It fit with her life, but she didn't like it.   She wasn't sure if she could handle seeing another future.  She'd got rid of the stone ball she bought, and she hoped that was enough, but she wasn't confident of that.  She sank heavily onto her couch and put her head in her hands, closing her eyes in frustration and grief.

There wasn't really a sound or a feeling, but suddenly she knew she'd been moved.  She was somewhere else, on a couch that felt different, and there was a warm body touching her from shoulder to knee.   She didn't look up, though.  At this point she almost didn't want to know where she was and what had happened now, although she also felt her instincts sharpen and adrenaline flow in case there was a fight.

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[personal profile] lightningcole 2015-04-23 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
Cole jerks away sharply and ends up on his knees, facing the couch, in an impressive roll. He's got one hand lifted, but no electricity just yet. He blinks when he sees Nikita.

"Uh . . . hi?" he says uncertainly. He lowers his hand, at least. "Where'd you come from?"
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[personal profile] lightningcole 2015-04-26 12:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"What? No, no, uh, you're fine," he assures. He straightens up, lowers his hand. "You, uh. Get some powers when I wasn't looking?" That had seemed like a full-on teleport to him, at least, and he's not sure how else to explain it. He's seen some odd things going on in the city — people talking about things they'd seen, talking about these balls they'd found. He hadn't thought much of it. This place has weird shit happening all the time.

But Nikita looks a little freaked out. Well, insofar as Nikita ever sounds freaked out.
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[personal profile] lightningcole 2015-04-26 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Cole sits on the couch next to her, frowning a little. "I wonder if it has anything to do with those weird balls people've been seeing." He hasn't seen any himself, but a few of his regulars have remarked on them, asking if he'd seen any, telling him the things they've seen. Weird shit always seems to happen to Darrow in groups. Maybe not threes, exactly, but one weird thing always seems to lead right into another.
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[personal profile] lightningcole 2015-04-26 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not personally," he admits. "But there are some regulars on my route that were telling me about some weird shit they were seeing in . . . something." Old Lady Harrison had been really worked up about something she'd seen, but she hadn't let him stick around long enough to reassure her. "You?" he prompts.
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[personal profile] lightningcole 2015-04-26 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think so," he says. "But they never wanted to talk about it, y'know?" He thinks about it for a moment, trying to figure out if he'd been able to catch anything from Mrs. Harrison's ramblings the last time he'd seen her. But there's nothing in his memory — nothing that makes sense, anyway.
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[personal profile] lightningcole 2015-04-26 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, I guess you're right," he agrees. He watches her for a moment, like he wants to ask her something. Then he says, "Well, uh. Want a beer, or something? Can't imagine it's very fun, being somewhere one sec, then bam, somewhere else." He gestures towards his fridge. His apartment is pretty bare, factory-new with just his bike and work shoes against one wall, his bag draped over the handlebars. No decorations, no art. Not even junk mail magazines on the coffee table.
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[personal profile] lightningcole 2015-04-27 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Nah, seriously, stick around," he assures. "I don't get many visitors, maybe this is the city's way of remedying that." He winks and stands to grab a pair of beers from the fridge. "Hopefully you don't think this is rat piss or something."
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[personal profile] lightningcole 2015-04-27 12:32 pm (UTC)(link)
He laughs and joins her on the couch, handing over one of the bottles. "Amen," he agrees. He leans, facing her, against the arm opposite her, giving her ample space on the couch. He's not sure, but he thinks he's been getting better at reading her. He hopes, anyway. "What was it like, anyway?" he asks. "Just, pfft—" He makes a vague 'poof' gesture with one hand when he makes the sound. "One minute you're there, the next, here?"
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[personal profile] lightningcole 2015-04-27 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Head in her hands, eyes closed. Cole can't help but think that's kind of a telling position, and it's not like Nikita to say something without measuring her words first. He doesn't know if this is her way of encouraging him to ask, or if it was an uncharacteristic slip. He clears his throat.

"Head in your hands?" he says. "Rough day on the job today?" He always gives her an out.
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[personal profile] lightningcole 2015-04-27 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Cole tilts his head and watches her, then offers a small smile. "That bad, huh?" he asks. It's with only a brief hesitation that he adds, "You wanna talk about it?"
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[personal profile] lightningcole 2015-04-27 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to hear about it," he assures. "I mean, hey, you don't want to talk, that's your call, y'know? But I'll listen if you want to talk about it." He leaned his bottle closer, to clink it against hers.
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[personal profile] lightningcole 2015-04-28 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Nobody's Buttercup," Cole assures. "I'm definitely no Westley. But one thing I have learned is you build your own ending. No matter what you see, or what you're told. You decide your ending, no one else." He holds his arms out. "Look at me. I died saving the world. Wasn't exactly my grand plan when I dropped outta college, but I think it worked out. I wouldn't change much, y'know?"
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[personal profile] lightningcole 2015-04-28 11:22 am (UTC)(link)
But the pity doesn't come. Cole has never been one for pity. He'd pitied Bertrand, at the end, maybe, but that's completely different.

Cole makes a thoughtful face and nods. "No, I'm pretty sure they don't have that," he agrees. "And, y'know, I'm pretty sure if you hadn't, you wouldn't be so, y'know, close to the jacket."

He shifts, leaning away from the arm of the couch.

"I'm gonna do something, and if you don't like it, I'll stop, okay? Nothing weird." Then he moves closer, until they're side by side, and he lowers his arm until it's around her shoulders.
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[personal profile] lightningcole 2015-04-29 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
He frowns. "And . . . you saw different futures?" He wonders if these things are true futures, or just possible ones. It's bizarre, and he's pretty annoyed that they exist. He doesn't like seeing the way it's affecting people — the way it's affecting Nikita. He squeezes her shoulder very gently. "This future thing is fucked up," he mumbles.
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[personal profile] lightningcole 2015-04-29 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
Cole's thumb rubs a steady, soothing circle against her shoulder. Carefully, with a measured tone, he asks, "What kind of world are you from?" He wants to know about her, wants to know the secrets she keeps so close.
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[personal profile] lightningcole 2015-04-29 12:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"But still different," he prompts. He finally voices what his tone has always suggested: "If you don't want to talk about it, I won't push. But I'll listen, if you need an ear."
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[personal profile] lightningcole 2015-04-30 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
Cole listens to her speak, face neutral, and he waits until she's finished to react. When he does, it's to look up at her, one eyebrow raised in something edging towards amusement.

"Human taser," he reminds. He lifts the hand farthest from her and lets electricity crackle over it, and maybe Nikita can feel it reverberate like a lightning strike across a field, in the hand on her shoulder.

"No matter what's thrown at us, I think we can handle it." Unlike Nikita, Cole isn't used to measuring his words. The 'us' slips right out.
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[personal profile] lightningcole 2015-04-30 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
"I was dead back home, remember?" he points out. "Not only do I not have anything left to lose, but I also am not afraid of dying. Took on the Beast. Saved the world. You're not scaring me off, Nikita. And neither are they." Whoever 'they' are. Even as he says it firmly, there's still a gentleness there, like he wants to make sure he doesn't upset her in his assertiveness.
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[personal profile] lightningcole 2015-04-30 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Cole winces on her behalf. "Jesus. I mean, I can't lie, I think it'd just juice me up, but still." He can imagine it being applied to a normal human. He's accidentally electrocuted people. "Is this one of those 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger' things, or 'what doesn't kill you pisses you off'?"
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[personal profile] lightningcole 2015-05-12 11:18 am (UTC)(link)
"No way," he says with a grin. "You? Stubborn?" He shakes his head. "I don't believe that for a minute." He grins, totally being sarcastic in an effort to lighten the mood.