[OTC] What have you changed?
[So they kind of officially have a verse now? Written in response to THIS and not binding on any other canon muse.]
This was like something out of a comic book.
Flack wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing yet, but it was so surreal, he wasn’t sure it was happening to him. To be perfectly fair, it wasn’t happening to him, it was happening to Elle. He’d like to think that because of the way things were with them at the moment, happening to her meant happening to him by proxy, but now, suddenly, the rules had changed. Things weren’t how he initially perceived them to be, and now he suddenly had all the answers, but none of them, all at the same time. Because he still didn’t understand why people were doing this. Why they were being rounded up and taken away. He needed to know what these people had ever done to them, and he didn’t have that answer. Not right then anyway.
He still wasn’t even sure his conversation with Elle the night before had happened. All he knows now was that the fears of losing her were far too real and that she had been lying to him all this time. Not that he was holding the lying against her. Frankly, he couldn’t blame her. How do you explain something like that to someone? It was just starting to be a lot more to adjust to than he had anticipated and he didn’t know what to do.
His pen tapped lightly on the remaining paperwork from the Tracy Strauss case-the one that had been run out of their jurisdiction by Homeland Security the day before-but his mind was anywhere but there. His mind was starting to draw things together, drawing conclusions that he didn’t know if he should be making. It was all too neat and clean-the way people seemed to be going missing, and the way the government seemed to be sidelining everything, it was starting to make him think about things that he really didn’t want to think about. That the government was just snatching people up off the streets for arbitrary reasons, for reasons they couldn’t control, and that was making him-uncomfortable. But again, all the answers and none at all. He had no proof of this, which meant he couldn’t do anything about it.
Didn’t stop him from feeling any less helpless.
She’d just looked so-small. Compared to him, she’d always been on the small side, but right then, in that moment, eyes on the floor as she told him something she’d probably tried her hardest to keep from him, he saw her shrink even more. Like she was worried about him casting her away, but there was no way he could possibly do that. Not now, anyway. Her family was dead, people thought she was dead-she had no one else. His loyalty wasn’t going to let him abandon her now, and furthermore, he had no reason to. She needed his help. He was going to try his best not to let her down.
His brain started circling around to the text message again, trying to think of who could have possibly known about who she was and what she could do and know enough to know she’s not dead, but he didn’t know her well enough for that-well, he knew her well enough, he didn’t know her friends, however, past or present, and that was something he needed to fix. Until then, though, he was still stuck with all the answers, and none of them at all, and that was a rather unsettling feeling.
Everything that he cared about at that moment in time had suddenly changed completely. The biggest shock to him, however, was he didn’t know whether or not he wanted it to go back.
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This was like something out of a comic book.
Flack wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing yet, but it was so surreal, he wasn’t sure it was happening to him. To be perfectly fair, it wasn’t happening to him, it was happening to Elle. He’d like to think that because of the way things were with them at the moment, happening to her meant happening to him by proxy, but now, suddenly, the rules had changed. Things weren’t how he initially perceived them to be, and now he suddenly had all the answers, but none of them, all at the same time. Because he still didn’t understand why people were doing this. Why they were being rounded up and taken away. He needed to know what these people had ever done to them, and he didn’t have that answer. Not right then anyway.
He still wasn’t even sure his conversation with Elle the night before had happened. All he knows now was that the fears of losing her were far too real and that she had been lying to him all this time. Not that he was holding the lying against her. Frankly, he couldn’t blame her. How do you explain something like that to someone? It was just starting to be a lot more to adjust to than he had anticipated and he didn’t know what to do.
His pen tapped lightly on the remaining paperwork from the Tracy Strauss case-the one that had been run out of their jurisdiction by Homeland Security the day before-but his mind was anywhere but there. His mind was starting to draw things together, drawing conclusions that he didn’t know if he should be making. It was all too neat and clean-the way people seemed to be going missing, and the way the government seemed to be sidelining everything, it was starting to make him think about things that he really didn’t want to think about. That the government was just snatching people up off the streets for arbitrary reasons, for reasons they couldn’t control, and that was making him-uncomfortable. But again, all the answers and none at all. He had no proof of this, which meant he couldn’t do anything about it.
Didn’t stop him from feeling any less helpless.
She’d just looked so-small. Compared to him, she’d always been on the small side, but right then, in that moment, eyes on the floor as she told him something she’d probably tried her hardest to keep from him, he saw her shrink even more. Like she was worried about him casting her away, but there was no way he could possibly do that. Not now, anyway. Her family was dead, people thought she was dead-she had no one else. His loyalty wasn’t going to let him abandon her now, and furthermore, he had no reason to. She needed his help. He was going to try his best not to let her down.
His brain started circling around to the text message again, trying to think of who could have possibly known about who she was and what she could do and know enough to know she’s not dead, but he didn’t know her well enough for that-well, he knew her well enough, he didn’t know her friends, however, past or present, and that was something he needed to fix. Until then, though, he was still stuck with all the answers, and none of them at all, and that was a rather unsettling feeling.
Everything that he cared about at that moment in time had suddenly changed completely. The biggest shock to him, however, was he didn’t know whether or not he wanted it to go back.
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