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still_michael

FLAG Headquarters, Los Angeles, 2008

Aug 02, 2006 01:06

Michael was waiting. There... was a lot they just couldn't let happen with Rose... and so strings had been pulled, people had been talked to, and she was being moved-- for now, to Los Angeles, on the grounds it was more secure ( Read more... )

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so_many_thorns August 2 2006, 08:35:32 UTC

The prisoner transport was a plain black cargo van, like KI had on the roads all over the country. It bore the logo in red on the side, and had no trouble getting through the gates, thanks to the transponder located somewhere on the body - no-one could tell for sure, except the modifications department. The only difference was, once it pulled up and stopped, and the back doors were opened, it had benches along the back and a thick lattice between prisoner and security staff.

On this trip, it wasn't necessary. The prisoner wasn't fighting. She was simply laying there in the floor, not even cuffed, on a makeshift mattress to keep her from being harmed as the van made necessary turns.

"Here she is, Mister Knight," said the guard in charge. "We've not had a bit of trouble from her since..."

The statement was left to dangle.

still_michael August 2 2006, 08:39:12 UTC

Michael nodded. "I was told." He almost hadn't needed it. Michael nodded his thanks to the guard, then went to sit on the edge of the van's floorboard.

Poor little girl.

"Hiya, Rose," he said, softly.

so_many_thorns August 2 2006, 08:45:58 UTC

She wasn't in her urban camo anymore, or in what would usually be considered the usual prisoner's jumpsuit. She was just... dressed. A T-shirt and a pair of pants that looked more like scrubs than prison wear. But she also wasn't very responsive. At hearing her name, all she could do was open her eyes.

still_michael August 2 2006, 08:50:00 UTC

He'd never seen it this bad.

But he shifted closer, reached out to touch her hair, to try to soothe some of... some of something. Of what should have been so hard to imagine. "My poor little girl..."

He'd danced with her on his feet, once. Laughing and smiling.

so_many_thorns August 2 2006, 08:54:09 UTC

The fate of one not wanted anymore.

Rose closed her eyes again, not able to look at him. Her Daddy.

Who she'd been ordered to kill.

And rejected because she'd not done it.

still_michael August 2 2006, 08:56:35 UTC

"You want to come home with me, sweetheart?" It was murmured, not really meant for the guards to hear-- a family matter.

Michael didn't exactly know what he'd do if she refused somehow.

so_many_thorns August 2 2006, 09:01:08 UTC

Did she...?

Did she dare. What good would she be? She was dying, she knew that.

She wanted to die.

Better, though, she thought... not to die in a cell.

One hand inched toward him.

still_michael August 2 2006, 09:03:48 UTC

Home. And family. And safety and warmth, at least for a while. Michael saw her hand, covered it with his-- warm-- and smiled. "I'll take care of you."

It was a promise.

so_many_thorns August 2 2006, 09:08:25 UTC

He was warm.

So warm.

Just that touch and she was able to feel the warmth through her, where she'd felt so cold before.

Comfort enough that she felt sleep beginning to take her away.

Maybe this was it.

She didn't fight it.

still_michael August 2 2006, 09:11:06 UTC

... Oh, please...

"Let's go home. Let me take you home." He reached for her, to pull her-- to her feet or into his arms, whichever would work best... whichever was easiest on her. "Please, Rose, don't leave me... not just yet... Let's go home first."

Little goals, maybe. One small step...

so_many_thorns August 2 2006, 09:13:46 UTC

The movement brought her awake.

Awake. Awake enough that, when she sagged against him, her arm weakly draped over his shoulder - a move that failed soon enough. There just wasn't the will anymore.

still_michael August 2 2006, 09:17:37 UTC

Into his arms, then, with a kiss to her forehead. "Home," he murmured. And knowing he was going to regret it later, he carried her to the car-- then hesitated for a moment. "Front seat or back? Gonna be a long drive..."

She knew where home was. The guards didn't.

so_many_thorns August 2 2006, 09:20:38 UTC

No opinion to express, and so she didn't express one. Just stayed there, quiet. Silent.

She was being held. Not... not by him, not by the one her soul ached for, but... by someone.

Someone who cared.

still_michael August 2 2006, 09:24:22 UTC

"... Shotgun it is, then," Michael concluded, after a moment, and bundled her into the seat. He smoothed her hair out of her face and offered a smile. "Want you up here with me anyway."

And then was crossing around the front of the Bonneville, to his own seat, waving to the guards.

It was handled, much as it could be.

so_many_thorns August 2 2006, 09:28:25 UTC

In the enclosed space of the car, where there weren't so many outdoor noises competing for notice, it may have been audible. Much more easily than it would've been on the asphalt where she'd been spoken to before.

She sat almost bonelessly in the seat, held in place by gravity and a seatbelt. And only after the car was in motion did she speak.

One little sentence, exhaled on a breath.

"Love you, Daddy."

still_michael August 2 2006, 09:34:57 UTC

He heard it-- of course he heard it, because he needed to hear it.

Maybe because she needed it heard.

"I love you too, Rose."

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