Payback's a bitch [Harry, Angela and others with reason]

[gattaca_boy]

Julian's not at home when the paper hit the shelves. Which means he isn't at home when the paper arrives at his house and is collected by his father, who opens the front page to the headline 'Osborn lover revealed! Teenaged assistant caught out!'

While the media starts to gather outside the Bashir residence,

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[angela_love]

Angela has just woken up, and she pushes her hair out of her face as she listens. She's always been polite and nice but if the truth were told, she's...rather scared of Richard, really.

Not that she thinks he'll hurt her, but she's trembling like a leaf anyway, and all the color has drained from her face. No yelling. Angela doesn't like yelling at all.

[gattaca_boy]

There's a light knock on the door and it cracks open a bit, but no one comes in or looks in.

"Angela?" It's Amsha. Definitely. "Are you all right? Can I come in?"

[angela_love]

Angela sits up in bed more. "Yes. Please?" Her voice is wavering a little.

[gattaca_boy]

Amsha steps in and closes the door. Her face is wet, one hand is holding her hijab half over her face, hiding from view.

She comes over to the bed and sits down, gathering Angela to her. "It will be all right. He's just hurt and angry."

[angela_love]

Angela is more than happy to be gathered up. "I know," she says softly. "I just don't like yelling."

She doesn't ask what's going on, because she could hear what was going on quite clearly.

"Where's Julian?"

[gattaca_boy]

"... I don't know. I don't know where he is. I assume he's... at Harry's house. I hope he is. I sincerely hope he is, and not out there alone."

She rocks Angela slightly, more for her own comfort. "They've never fought like this before. Not like this."

[angela_love]

"I hope so, too." She just hates when people fight and when things go like this.

"Do you think it'll be okay?" she asks, concerned. She's still shaking a little, though Amsha is helping her, too.

[gattaca_boy]

"I- Allah willing, they will be. I can only pray and leave it to Allah that Richard calms down and Jules does not leave us."

Amsha's hand rubs up and down Angela's back softly. "They have always calmed down before. I just wish... Richard had not found out like this."

[angela_love]

Angela nods. "Sometimes it's hard to say things."

She closes her eyes and takes a deep, shaking breath and puts her arms around Amsha, hoping that she doesn't mind too much.

[gattaca_boy]

"Sometimes, it is far too easy." She's a little woman, little and curvy and good to hug, so she doesn't mind being held.

"We can go downstairs, to the study. And have some tea. And wait for the paparazzi to go away."

[angela_love]

Angela nods. "Okay. I'll just get some clothes on." It's easier to stop shaking when she's doing something.

When she's dressed, she follows Amsha out of the room.

[gattaca_boy]

Amsha fusses about Angela and then takes her downstairs. Avoids the living room, where Richard is, but does look for the cordless phone again.

It's not there.

She takes Angela to the study. There's bookcases, statues and objects from over the world, paintings and prints. And a photo of a little boy in a hospital bed with a shaved head and a massive grin.

"Feel free to read anything, or put on some music. I'll get some tea."

[angela_love]

"Thank you," she says softly. She looks around, then up at the picture, smiling a little, because the picture is really cute.

Angela likes small children.

[gattaca_boy]

Amsha comes back with a teapot and cups. She smiles when she sees Angela looking at the photo.

"Menigitis. He was six. We thought... it was very close for a while. I wasn't sure if you'd want black, earl grey or chai."

[angela_love]

"That must have been so scary," she says quietly. As for Angela, her Dad has been very lucky. No injuries, no major illnesses, save for when she was very, very little.

Only the resultant sickness from having a drug-addled mother.

She sits down across from Amsha and says, "Chai is fine, thank you."

[gattaca_boy]

Chai is made for both of them. "It is, a fear I think only a parent can know. Wondering if you are going to lose your baby."

She gets up and puts on a cd of classical music. "I'm afraid our house is not much of a haven right now."