Fading In, Part VI: Landslide
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Part VI: Landslide
Rating: PG13
Characters: Claude, Abigail, Lee, Sarah (OFC)
Genre: Gen
Spoilers: For both parts of Sum Quod Sum and the end of S2
Disclaimer: Nothing related to the show or the graphic novels belongs to me.
A/N: In this segment...there is cuteness, I steal an idea from lotus0kid, and...and not much else happens. *cough*
Landslide
“Right, let’s do this again. Options?”
“New York. They won’t expect you there, and you know it well enough to hide.”
“Except it’d be near impossible for us all to get there, wouldn’t it, without passports and tickets and a paper trail. Got to be somewhere we could drive.”
“Lee could-“
“I’m good with computers, Abby, but not that good. I can’t get us into places we’re not supposed to be any better than you can.”
“Hawaii,” Sarah offers, partly facetiously, but she could use the sun.
“Right, and we can drive to Hawaii?”
“Could always get one of your old friends to fly us, eh?”
“Kind of defeats the point of under the radar…”
“Could go over the radar, though-“
“Oh, that’s brilliant-“
“This isn’t a game, you lot. Options that are viable, right?”
“Spain?”
“Where in Spain?”
“Well, I don’t know…Madrid?”
“Do you even speak Spanish?”
“Un poco?”
“Oh, well, fantastic.”
“We could…we could always go to London,” Lee offers, hesitant. “I think I’d…I’d be able to find a house that we could…”
“A safe house?”
“Safer then here. Could even…could even pay in cash, less questions all around.”
“Suppose that could work,” Claude nods, “Sarah knows it better, and it’s big enough to get lost in. We’d still have to be careful, but-“
“And most everyone I knew there’s long dead, or moved. Or wouldn’t know me now, anyway.”
“Right, well, perfect,” Abigail sighs. “All for London?”
Three hands go up, and, after a moment, hers follows.
One Giant Leap
“Julianne Moore?”
“Nah.”
“Nah?” she turns away from the wheel to glare at Abby and Claude winces as they practically plow into the car in front of them.
“Nah.”
“Well, why not?”
“Too pretty.”
“Oh, well, thanks,” she snorts. “Thanks a lot.”
“I think you’re too pretty.”
“Thank you, Lee.” Sarah throws Abby a smirk through the rearview and sticks out her tongue.
“Too well known a name, anyway,” he adds, and the rest of the car laughs.
“Oh, yeah, ‘cos nobody's heard of Claude Rains, have they?”
“But it’s not contemporary, is it? Makes some sort of sense, that way.”
“Makes no kind of sense, and much too convenient. He look nothin’ like him, either.”
“I wasn’t casting a film, Julianne,” he says, pointedly, and she shrugs.
“Yeah, well,” she starts to smile. “Don’t think I don’t remember you watchin’ a film…”
“Oh, Christ, don’t-“
“Oh, I think I will, then,” she full out grins, and turns the radio down. “Right, so this one, back when we were about what, five? Six, maybe-“
“You were older.”
“I was always older. Smarter, too. Anyway, about six, I was up for Christmas, and our great uncle Matthew takes us out, just one night out with the kiddies, gives our mums a bit of a break, who knows where Anne was…”
“On a date, probably…”
“Huh, right. At the library, more like. Anyway, took us out to see a bit of classic cinema, the original Mr. Claude Rains in The Invisible Man, from…”
“1933.”
“Thank you, Lee,” the car choruses.
“Anyway, I was bored to bloody tears, of course, because I was six, but this one, totally enthralled. Eyes suddenly bigger than soup plates and these wee, tiny hands, and can you imagine that, gripping at the seat in front of us, least when he wasn’t tryin’ to hit me for talkin’-“
“Not that it ever worked…”
“Would’ve if you’d been able to catch me,” she winks at him.
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Spent the next coupla weeks trying to wrap himself head to foot in toilet paper, afterwards. Or tryin’ to get me to help him get untangled from it, of course.”
“Seriously?” Abigail pops her head between the two front seats, and glances at them both.
“Seriously,” Sarah beams, and he looks dedicatedly out the window as he hears both of them giggle.
“How much longer, Lee?” he looks back hopefully at the kid still hunched over the map.
“Uh, about three hours?” Lee glances up quickly, then back down, and nods to himself. “Three hours.”
“Fantastic.”
Part VII: The Fix
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Part VI: Landslide
Rating: PG13
Characters: Claude, Abigail, Lee, Sarah (OFC)
Genre: Gen
Spoilers: For both parts of Sum Quod Sum and the end of S2
Disclaimer: Nothing related to the show or the graphic novels belongs to me.
A/N: In this segment...there is cuteness, I steal an idea from lotus0kid, and...and not much else happens. *cough*
Landslide
“Right, let’s do this again. Options?”
“New York. They won’t expect you there, and you know it well enough to hide.”
“Except it’d be near impossible for us all to get there, wouldn’t it, without passports and tickets and a paper trail. Got to be somewhere we could drive.”
“Lee could-“
“I’m good with computers, Abby, but not that good. I can’t get us into places we’re not supposed to be any better than you can.”
“Hawaii,” Sarah offers, partly facetiously, but she could use the sun.
“Right, and we can drive to Hawaii?”
“Could always get one of your old friends to fly us, eh?”
“Kind of defeats the point of under the radar…”
“Could go over the radar, though-“
“Oh, that’s brilliant-“
“This isn’t a game, you lot. Options that are viable, right?”
“Spain?”
“Where in Spain?”
“Well, I don’t know…Madrid?”
“Do you even speak Spanish?”
“Un poco?”
“Oh, well, fantastic.”
“We could…we could always go to London,” Lee offers, hesitant. “I think I’d…I’d be able to find a house that we could…”
“A safe house?”
“Safer then here. Could even…could even pay in cash, less questions all around.”
“Suppose that could work,” Claude nods, “Sarah knows it better, and it’s big enough to get lost in. We’d still have to be careful, but-“
“And most everyone I knew there’s long dead, or moved. Or wouldn’t know me now, anyway.”
“Right, well, perfect,” Abigail sighs. “All for London?”
Three hands go up, and, after a moment, hers follows.
One Giant Leap
“Julianne Moore?”
“Nah.”
“Nah?” she turns away from the wheel to glare at Abby and Claude winces as they practically plow into the car in front of them.
“Nah.”
“Well, why not?”
“Too pretty.”
“Oh, well, thanks,” she snorts. “Thanks a lot.”
“I think you’re too pretty.”
“Thank you, Lee.” Sarah throws Abby a smirk through the rearview and sticks out her tongue.
“Too well known a name, anyway,” he adds, and the rest of the car laughs.
“Oh, yeah, ‘cos nobody's heard of Claude Rains, have they?”
“But it’s not contemporary, is it? Makes some sort of sense, that way.”
“Makes no kind of sense, and much too convenient. He look nothin’ like him, either.”
“I wasn’t casting a film, Julianne,” he says, pointedly, and she shrugs.
“Yeah, well,” she starts to smile. “Don’t think I don’t remember you watchin’ a film…”
“Oh, Christ, don’t-“
“Oh, I think I will, then,” she full out grins, and turns the radio down. “Right, so this one, back when we were about what, five? Six, maybe-“
“You were older.”
“I was always older. Smarter, too. Anyway, about six, I was up for Christmas, and our great uncle Matthew takes us out, just one night out with the kiddies, gives our mums a bit of a break, who knows where Anne was…”
“On a date, probably…”
“Huh, right. At the library, more like. Anyway, took us out to see a bit of classic cinema, the original Mr. Claude Rains in The Invisible Man, from…”
“1933.”
“Thank you, Lee,” the car choruses.
“Anyway, I was bored to bloody tears, of course, because I was six, but this one, totally enthralled. Eyes suddenly bigger than soup plates and these wee, tiny hands, and can you imagine that, gripping at the seat in front of us, least when he wasn’t tryin’ to hit me for talkin’-“
“Not that it ever worked…”
“Would’ve if you’d been able to catch me,” she winks at him.
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Spent the next coupla weeks trying to wrap himself head to foot in toilet paper, afterwards. Or tryin’ to get me to help him get untangled from it, of course.”
“Seriously?” Abigail pops her head between the two front seats, and glances at them both.
“Seriously,” Sarah beams, and he looks dedicatedly out the window as he hears both of them giggle.
“How much longer, Lee?” he looks back hopefully at the kid still hunched over the map.
“Uh, about three hours?” Lee glances up quickly, then back down, and nods to himself. “Three hours.”
“Fantastic.”
Part VII: The Fix
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