Prompt Post No. 13
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“Falco took Advil.”
“I had a headache!” Falco is white, white, white. He looks no better than the Johnsons, lying dead on their bedroom floor. “You killed them. Oh my fucking God, they’re dead! You did that!”
“Welcome to the real world,” Eames says, snapping the PASIV closed. “Dream Sharing isn’t as romantic as you thought, huh?”
Falco just stands there, floundering, while Eames and Arthur clean up as best as they can. They send Falco out to the car eventually, tell him to bring back the tarps they keep in the trunk for just these sorts of occasions, and it’s only when he hears Falco start sniffling back tears that it hits Arthur.
“Oh fuck,” he whispers, yanking his hands back from the bodies. “Oh fucking fuck, oh my God.”
Eames looks up at him, gloved hands crimson, a smear of Mrs. Johnson on his cheek. He looks wild, nervous, and he knows it’s bad, anything to have Arthur panicking his bad, bad, bad.
“Eames, fuck, they have a kid. They have a fucking six-month-old baby.”
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Magdalena is a tiny lump in Arthur’s arms, sleeping soundly in the getaway car.
“I think she’s supposed to have a car seat…” Falco says. He’s driving like a lunatic, eyes straying to Arthur and the baby every few seconds.
“It’s only this once,” Arthur defends. “And we wouldn’t have to worry if you’d keep your goddamn eyes on the road.” Of course, there is always reason to worry, but Arthur learned long ago that worrying is nothing but a waste of time.
“Someone please tell me where we’re going?” Falco’s knuckles are as white as his face was an hour ago, gripped firm around the steering wheel. Traffic is light at two in the morning, though it’s Route 7, so light is a relative term. Falco drives like they’re the only ones on the road.
“Danbury Hospital,” Arthur says, and then, after a pause, “Are you sure you don’t want Eames to drive?”
“We’re not taking her to a hospital.”
There’s a sense of finality in Eames’s voice, beyond confidence and breeching the realm of factual. Arthur finds himself nodding along, yes, yes of course, why would they take her to a hospital? But reality rushes back to him when a cab starts honking, cursing Falco’s driving and trying to cut them off. He finds Eames’s eyes in the rearview mirror, and he sees that same finality. “We can’t just dump her somewhere.”
“She may never get adopted.”
“Eames, she’s a baby. She’ll get--”
“She may never get adopted, Arthur.” Eames is staring, hard, eyes locked with Arthur’s through the mirror. “She’ll end up in foster care.”
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Having a friend also means opening up, but they haven’t fully developed that aspect of their friendship yet. Not without the aid of alcohol. And since friends also run invasive background checks on each other, Arthur knows, without all the booze and tears, that Eames spent quite a few years in foster care.
“Where do you want to take her?” Arthur asks, the epitome of patience.
“Are we actually debating this?!” Falco asks, but they pay him no mind. As far as Arthur is concerned, he doesn’t factor into this “we.”
“I don’t know. I just know where I don’t want to take her.”
They sit silent but for Falco’s panicked breathing, eyes locked in the rearview mirror. Arthur thinks of all the knives Eames has on his person right now, not to mention the gun in his hand, and he looks down at the baby--at Magdalena, with her soft skin and breakable bones, and who would probably never see a real gun, if not for them. And then he thinks of Eames, who reads David Sedaris and watches Animal Planet and believes, in every corner of his twisted heart, that Jim and Pam are meant to be.
“Alright,” Arthur says calmly, looking back up. “Okay. We’ll figure something out.”
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This was such an unexpected start! I love this! ♥
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(LOL I'm really excited about this fill)
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