Original Fic: Little Birdies (5 of 10)
Title: Little Birdies
Genre: Original Science Fiction (containing Slash, Femmeslash and Het elements)
Rating: Hard R
Summary: In which Heather helps make breakfast, pretends to be reverent, and forgets about Dana.
Previous chapters found here.
Chapter 5: Mother Hen
In the morning there were birds chirping outside the window. Heather rolled away from where she was pressed up against Jeff's side and sat up, looking for the garbage can, expecting to need to puke if there was a vision coming. She was all braced for it, her hands clenched around the rim of the garbage can, her muscles getting tighter, and her stomach knotting up. On top of all that, she really had to pee because it was first thing in the morning, but she didn't want to be walking or even standing when the vision came.
"Hey." Jeff put his hand on the small of her back, which felt good- all the touching last night, the release of coming, the hours of sleeping snugged up to Jeff's side had let the pull of their connection wane to almost nothing, but his touch still felt warm and good and needed. "Hey, you okay?"
But since nothing had happened yet, Heather figured out that maybe the birdsong didn't mean anything just then- except that there were birds nearby. She looked over her shoulder and answered, "Yeah, I'm fine." She put the trash can back on the floor, picked up David's bathrobe from the spot at the end of the bed where he liked to leave it, and went to the toilet.
When she came out, Jeff wasn't in the bed and David had spread himself out so as to take up as much of the bed as possible. She stood there taking in the sight of him, all spread out on their bed- no not their bed- his and Jeff's bed. She was not the one who shared David's bed, not the one who'd spent the last eight years with him, not the one who had put that pretty ring on his finger, not Jeff. She was not Jeff- she was just someone that strange circumstance had shoehorned into their lives and, for some reason, they hadn't complained and pushed her back out again- for some reason, they had wanted to keep her.
It had been odd to be back in the great big bed that Jeff and David shared, odd to know the feel of the sheets and pillows, to remember the slight imperfections in the paint on the ceiling above them, to hear the familiar creak of the bed as they moved on it, to remember all these details of a place she had never actually been before. Not to mention the feel of David's hands on her body, which were so large compared to how they were in Jeff's memories of them. It was sort of hard to believe that they were new to her. She resisted the urge to climb back into bed with David and kiss him awake- feel those hands on her body again.
She went up to the kitchen to find Jeff. Heather heard him humming that Neal Diamond song that got stuck in her head sometimes- drove her crazy- drove Jeff crazy, too- it was his earworm first. She joined in on the chorus and Jeff turned at the sound to smile at her. He paused in singing long enough to ask, "Making pancakes- you want some?"
Heather answered nodding, "I'll slice up the fruit." And then verse two came around.
When she stood back up, the la, la, la's in her mouth, and turned around from looking in the crisper to see if there were peaches- David loved them- when she turned around, she bumped into Jeff who had gotten the juice glasses from the cupboard next to the refrigerator. The peaches dropped- the two of them rolling across the floor, but Jeff managed to not the drop the glassware as he wrapped his arms around Heather to steady them both. He followed right through that motion and moved in close to kiss her, backing her up against the still open fridge. She moaned and opened her mouth to let him in, not caring about how her legs and ass was rapidly getting chilly since she was still just in David's robe. The glasses clicked together as Jeff fumbled them to the counter and then his hands were tugging at the knot in David's robe and sliding inside the silky fabric. They were warm on her chilled skin, his fingers moving down to the vee at the top of her legs, finding her still slick flesh to tease and slip into and- oh God, she wanted him the fuck her right there against the diary compartment, wanted him to rock into her so hard that they made the dishes of leftovers tip out onto the shelves and the bottle of pomegranate juice slosh out over the floor a deep and lush red-purple.
She was scrabbling at the waistband of his sweatpants when Jeff pulled back and caught her hands in his. Huffing, he said, "Not without David." Heather took a deep breath and nodded her agreement because yeah, of course.
Jeff bent down to fetch the errant peaches and wash them up, and they resolutely got back to making pancakes.
Heather couldn't help herself- she kept sneaking glances at Jeff as they worked- she wanted- but he'd set a boundary, a very important boundary, and she had to defer to it. It's not like he hadn't already done things with her that he had to be uncomfortable with. When she let herself think about it, she certainly wasn't comfortable with the fact that her visions were making him want to do things he normally wouldn't do, and that she was taking advantage of him like that- the least she could do was not press for more than he was willing to give.
She suddenly wanted to apologize again for needing him, wanting him, somehow making him want her- even if that last part wasn't something she could control- she could have stayed away last night- left Jeff and David in peace, dealt with Angela's death on her own. She probably should have.
"Jeff, I'm sorry that I- uh, the sex, I-"
And Jeff kind of laughed at her. "I'm pretty sure that if saying 'thank you' for sex is off limits, then apologizing for it- especially a night as good as last night was- is way over the top."
"Oh God, but it's like I'm making you," she explained- as if he'd somehow missed the part where it was problematical that he was a gay man- a Kinsey 6- but he was suddenly lusting after a woman.
"Heather, we asked you, remember?"
"But you're not- I've been- not that I meant to make it happen, but I've been- well not me so much as the vision- has been making you-"
"Sweetie," he put down his spatula, put his arms around her neck, and leaned his face down so that their foreheads touched, "I learned a long time ago that you can't control who you're attracted to-"
Heather smiled in recognition of the phrase that had been Jeff's motto during the time when he had been coming to terms with being gay, and finished it, "-and you're much happier if you don't try." Then she asked, "Are you really there on this already?"
He did this kind of funny nose-nuzzle thing that always made David melt (apparently it worked like that on Heather, too) and just said, "Yeah, I am." And they spent the next ten minutes smiling goofily at each other as they finished making the breakfast before carrying it downstairs to wake up David.
***
Angela and Vincent's apartment was out in Flushing- the three of them drove there after lunch. (The morning was spent packing up Heather's essentials and lugging them over to the brownstone, all the while working up a strategy for getting Angela and Bruno out.) Vincent was going to be out until after seven- he and his buddy Seth were at the Yankees game and it was going to go into extra innings, so they had a good long time to convince Angela to leave him. They should even have time to pack the two of them up with at least a little bit of care. They had to leave the car around the corner- parking was always a bear in that neighborhood.
Heather buzzed Mr. Incerto in 3D and he let them in without even asking who was there- just like he always did. He and Vincent had almost come to blows over that because Mr. Incerto kept letting in people that Vincent called Jesus Freaks. Angela had never seen the harm in those people, who were just trying to pass on what they considered a really important message- it's not like they could force you to open your own apartment door. Heather was kind of glad that Mr. Incerto had not changed his habit- it made things that much easier if they could talk to Angela from just the other side of a her door than it would have been from down on the street. The big black 4A on Angela and Vincent's apartment door shook when Heather stepped up and knocked.
Heather stood quietly in front of Angela's peephole and tried to look reverent- Angela always opened the door for the Jesus Freaks and listened as they told her how their brand of Christianity was better than her own because they always seemed so earnest and passionate, she didn't like to squelch that kind of enthusiasm for spreading the Good Word, even if they got it a little wrong. When they were done she then took their literature and dropped it into the recycling. So, Heather standing there looking reverent would probably get them in the door and that was the first thing they needed.
A moment after the knock, Angela opened the door- Heather must have looked earnest and passionate enough.
"Yeah?" Angela looked tired standing in her doorway, Bruno squirming on her hip- it was so good to see him- and she some kind of wet stain, brown and unappealing down the front of her shirt. Coffee- it had been coffee, Heather remembered.
"Hi, my name is Heather, this is Jeff and that's David," Heather stated. And found herself unsure how to go forward- and we're here to save your life or and you're husband is going to kill you or even and you're going to die tomorrow- I know this because I psychically died in your place while having a violent seizure inducing vision in an electronics shop bathroom.
Luckily, David stepped forward. "And, we'd like to talk to you about the direction your life is taking," David continued as he offered her his hand to shake. "May we come in a while?" And Heather recognized his selling voice- he was really good at selling- people naturally wanted to buy from him.
"Well, I…" she began to answer and she shifted the babe on her hip to take David's hand.
"Fantastic. Shall we all sit down?" David gave her hand a curt shake and brushed past her as if she'd just invited them in.
"Oh- um." Angela looked around kind of helplessly- the place was a mess. Vincent had been watching Bruno the night before while Angela was at work and that never meant good things for the apartment's cleanliness. "Anyone want a cup of coffee?"
***
It didn't take nearly as much convincing to get Angela to listen to them as Heather had been afraid it would. If she hadn't been so damned freaked out by her vision, by Vincent's betrayal, she would have expected that- Angela had been longing for a way out since before Bruno had been born. Hell, she had been ready to leave him until she found out she was pregnant and her mother had convinced her to stay because Vincent had a right to know his son and fatherhood changes a man, you'll see. Vincent had never hit her while she was pregnant, that was true, but as soon as Bruno was born, all bets were off again.
Point was, David had done a spiel about domestic violence and how she wasn't alone, then Heather had sort of accidentally confessed to being a little bit psychic and then had to prove it via telling Angela about that one thing that had happened during her senior year of high school and then that other thing that happened after that- the one she hadn't even told her best friends, and by that point Angela was ready to start packing.
Heather found herself standing in the familiar apartment and holding Bruno- the boy who was not her son, but she remembered holding that same way a thousand times. It was amazing how hard she loved him and how she knew just what he needed, what he liked through Angela's motherly experience. Heather reveled in it because she had no idea how long she would get to see him or if anything like regular contact with Bruno was in her future. It hurt to hand him back to Angela when they were getting into the cars (David was driving the mini with three passengers- Angela in the back with Bruno's carseat, and Jeff was taking a taxi with Angela and Bruno's luggage).
Back at the brownstone, Heather started unpacked her own things in the front third floor bedroom, while Angela and Bruno took the back one.
"Uh- what gives?" Dana's sharp voice asked as soon as Heather answered her cell. Shit, Dana- she had forgotten to tell Dana she was moving.
"Oh, umm- remember those new friends of mine, Jeff and David? I'm kind of staying with them now," she answered unsteadily. Shit- Dana was the only other person in the city who really would have cared if something had happened to Heather and Heather had not even remembered to tell her she was moving house!
"You moved in with the gay guys? Honey, you do know how pathetic that sounds, right?"
"No, it's not like that." Heather said, "Look, Dana, I'm sorry."
Dan seemed to just ignore her apology in favor of laying on guilt. "So, I'm not a worrier, I'm not worried that you didn't come home last night, right- I'm just thinking maybe you found someone good to spend time with and I'm kind of looking forward to hearing the juicy details. I go out to see Raymond and Judy like I had planned this morning- that is how cool and not worried about you I am. Then this afternoon, while I'm still feeling proud of myself that I haven't panicked and called you, I'm talking to Mr. Wisniki as I'm giving him my rent check and he asks me why I wasn't there this morning helping you move- did we have a fight or something? And seriously, chica, what the hell gives?"
"It kind of happened really fast-" Heather explained. "I haven't told my parents I moved yet either."
"But- you moved in with a gay couple-"
"It's really not like that- they want to take care of me."
It was about then that Dana's tone shifted from annoyed to exasperated. "Take care of you? Heather, are they looking for a surrogate or something- because, while the concept is amazing and cool, it is also a huge deal and-"
"No, Dana, it's not like that either- they're helping me with my uh- my work."
"Your work? What at the shop?"
Heather sighed. She was so bad at this communication thing. "No, listen Dana, I think you need to come over and I'll explain it all."
"Right okay, what's the address?"
***
It was kind of surreal- Heather knew that is was actually very very surreal that telling Dana about how, for the last two months, she had been having visions of strangers dying in ways both horrible and untimely that she was compelled to prevent was something Heather found easier to do than telling Dana about how she was maybe, sort of, at the beginning of a polyamorous relationship with Jeff and David. So she just went with the psychic thing and hoped that the well decorated house and how kind the fellows were explained why she had been persuaded to move in with them.
"You?" Dana asked, incredulously after Heather has told her. "You're psychic? You save people from death?" Dana paused to look around at the others in the room, perhaps trying to see if any of them were as flummoxed as she. Not finding Jeff, David or even Angela shared her reaction, she turned back to Heather. "You, really?"
"Uh, yes," heather managed before David went ahead and started listing all the details of her visions that he knew- which was pretty much all of it save for some really personal details about the people she had saved as well as some of what didn't happen to Angela, who was sitting right there with them all, Bruno on her knee, as they talked over pastries. David had been baking since they got back from Angela's apartment- said that he wanted the house to smell homey for the baby, and with five people he had more of an excuse to bake than when it had just been him and Jeff. Jeff had smirked at Heather when he came out with that, but neither of them has said what they were both thinking- when did he ever need an excuse to bake?
"Okay, okay, I believe," Dana had finally said, relenting under the onslaught of David's words. Then she turned to Heather and asked, "You didn't ever body-snatch me and save me from drowning or something without telling me did you?"
"No, sorry." Heather replied, although why she felt the need to apologize, she didn't quite know. "I guess you've managed to survive all by yourself."
Genre: Original Science Fiction (containing Slash, Femmeslash and Het elements)
Rating: Hard R
Summary: In which Heather helps make breakfast, pretends to be reverent, and forgets about Dana.
Previous chapters found here.
Chapter 5: Mother Hen
In the morning there were birds chirping outside the window. Heather rolled away from where she was pressed up against Jeff's side and sat up, looking for the garbage can, expecting to need to puke if there was a vision coming. She was all braced for it, her hands clenched around the rim of the garbage can, her muscles getting tighter, and her stomach knotting up. On top of all that, she really had to pee because it was first thing in the morning, but she didn't want to be walking or even standing when the vision came.
"Hey." Jeff put his hand on the small of her back, which felt good- all the touching last night, the release of coming, the hours of sleeping snugged up to Jeff's side had let the pull of their connection wane to almost nothing, but his touch still felt warm and good and needed. "Hey, you okay?"
But since nothing had happened yet, Heather figured out that maybe the birdsong didn't mean anything just then- except that there were birds nearby. She looked over her shoulder and answered, "Yeah, I'm fine." She put the trash can back on the floor, picked up David's bathrobe from the spot at the end of the bed where he liked to leave it, and went to the toilet.
When she came out, Jeff wasn't in the bed and David had spread himself out so as to take up as much of the bed as possible. She stood there taking in the sight of him, all spread out on their bed- no not their bed- his and Jeff's bed. She was not the one who shared David's bed, not the one who'd spent the last eight years with him, not the one who had put that pretty ring on his finger, not Jeff. She was not Jeff- she was just someone that strange circumstance had shoehorned into their lives and, for some reason, they hadn't complained and pushed her back out again- for some reason, they had wanted to keep her.
It had been odd to be back in the great big bed that Jeff and David shared, odd to know the feel of the sheets and pillows, to remember the slight imperfections in the paint on the ceiling above them, to hear the familiar creak of the bed as they moved on it, to remember all these details of a place she had never actually been before. Not to mention the feel of David's hands on her body, which were so large compared to how they were in Jeff's memories of them. It was sort of hard to believe that they were new to her. She resisted the urge to climb back into bed with David and kiss him awake- feel those hands on her body again.
She went up to the kitchen to find Jeff. Heather heard him humming that Neal Diamond song that got stuck in her head sometimes- drove her crazy- drove Jeff crazy, too- it was his earworm first. She joined in on the chorus and Jeff turned at the sound to smile at her. He paused in singing long enough to ask, "Making pancakes- you want some?"
Heather answered nodding, "I'll slice up the fruit." And then verse two came around.
When she stood back up, the la, la, la's in her mouth, and turned around from looking in the crisper to see if there were peaches- David loved them- when she turned around, she bumped into Jeff who had gotten the juice glasses from the cupboard next to the refrigerator. The peaches dropped- the two of them rolling across the floor, but Jeff managed to not the drop the glassware as he wrapped his arms around Heather to steady them both. He followed right through that motion and moved in close to kiss her, backing her up against the still open fridge. She moaned and opened her mouth to let him in, not caring about how her legs and ass was rapidly getting chilly since she was still just in David's robe. The glasses clicked together as Jeff fumbled them to the counter and then his hands were tugging at the knot in David's robe and sliding inside the silky fabric. They were warm on her chilled skin, his fingers moving down to the vee at the top of her legs, finding her still slick flesh to tease and slip into and- oh God, she wanted him the fuck her right there against the diary compartment, wanted him to rock into her so hard that they made the dishes of leftovers tip out onto the shelves and the bottle of pomegranate juice slosh out over the floor a deep and lush red-purple.
She was scrabbling at the waistband of his sweatpants when Jeff pulled back and caught her hands in his. Huffing, he said, "Not without David." Heather took a deep breath and nodded her agreement because yeah, of course.
Jeff bent down to fetch the errant peaches and wash them up, and they resolutely got back to making pancakes.
Heather couldn't help herself- she kept sneaking glances at Jeff as they worked- she wanted- but he'd set a boundary, a very important boundary, and she had to defer to it. It's not like he hadn't already done things with her that he had to be uncomfortable with. When she let herself think about it, she certainly wasn't comfortable with the fact that her visions were making him want to do things he normally wouldn't do, and that she was taking advantage of him like that- the least she could do was not press for more than he was willing to give.
She suddenly wanted to apologize again for needing him, wanting him, somehow making him want her- even if that last part wasn't something she could control- she could have stayed away last night- left Jeff and David in peace, dealt with Angela's death on her own. She probably should have.
"Jeff, I'm sorry that I- uh, the sex, I-"
And Jeff kind of laughed at her. "I'm pretty sure that if saying 'thank you' for sex is off limits, then apologizing for it- especially a night as good as last night was- is way over the top."
"Oh God, but it's like I'm making you," she explained- as if he'd somehow missed the part where it was problematical that he was a gay man- a Kinsey 6- but he was suddenly lusting after a woman.
"Heather, we asked you, remember?"
"But you're not- I've been- not that I meant to make it happen, but I've been- well not me so much as the vision- has been making you-"
"Sweetie," he put down his spatula, put his arms around her neck, and leaned his face down so that their foreheads touched, "I learned a long time ago that you can't control who you're attracted to-"
Heather smiled in recognition of the phrase that had been Jeff's motto during the time when he had been coming to terms with being gay, and finished it, "-and you're much happier if you don't try." Then she asked, "Are you really there on this already?"
He did this kind of funny nose-nuzzle thing that always made David melt (apparently it worked like that on Heather, too) and just said, "Yeah, I am." And they spent the next ten minutes smiling goofily at each other as they finished making the breakfast before carrying it downstairs to wake up David.
***
Angela and Vincent's apartment was out in Flushing- the three of them drove there after lunch. (The morning was spent packing up Heather's essentials and lugging them over to the brownstone, all the while working up a strategy for getting Angela and Bruno out.) Vincent was going to be out until after seven- he and his buddy Seth were at the Yankees game and it was going to go into extra innings, so they had a good long time to convince Angela to leave him. They should even have time to pack the two of them up with at least a little bit of care. They had to leave the car around the corner- parking was always a bear in that neighborhood.
Heather buzzed Mr. Incerto in 3D and he let them in without even asking who was there- just like he always did. He and Vincent had almost come to blows over that because Mr. Incerto kept letting in people that Vincent called Jesus Freaks. Angela had never seen the harm in those people, who were just trying to pass on what they considered a really important message- it's not like they could force you to open your own apartment door. Heather was kind of glad that Mr. Incerto had not changed his habit- it made things that much easier if they could talk to Angela from just the other side of a her door than it would have been from down on the street. The big black 4A on Angela and Vincent's apartment door shook when Heather stepped up and knocked.
Heather stood quietly in front of Angela's peephole and tried to look reverent- Angela always opened the door for the Jesus Freaks and listened as they told her how their brand of Christianity was better than her own because they always seemed so earnest and passionate, she didn't like to squelch that kind of enthusiasm for spreading the Good Word, even if they got it a little wrong. When they were done she then took their literature and dropped it into the recycling. So, Heather standing there looking reverent would probably get them in the door and that was the first thing they needed.
A moment after the knock, Angela opened the door- Heather must have looked earnest and passionate enough.
"Yeah?" Angela looked tired standing in her doorway, Bruno squirming on her hip- it was so good to see him- and she some kind of wet stain, brown and unappealing down the front of her shirt. Coffee- it had been coffee, Heather remembered.
"Hi, my name is Heather, this is Jeff and that's David," Heather stated. And found herself unsure how to go forward- and we're here to save your life or and you're husband is going to kill you or even and you're going to die tomorrow- I know this because I psychically died in your place while having a violent seizure inducing vision in an electronics shop bathroom.
Luckily, David stepped forward. "And, we'd like to talk to you about the direction your life is taking," David continued as he offered her his hand to shake. "May we come in a while?" And Heather recognized his selling voice- he was really good at selling- people naturally wanted to buy from him.
"Well, I…" she began to answer and she shifted the babe on her hip to take David's hand.
"Fantastic. Shall we all sit down?" David gave her hand a curt shake and brushed past her as if she'd just invited them in.
"Oh- um." Angela looked around kind of helplessly- the place was a mess. Vincent had been watching Bruno the night before while Angela was at work and that never meant good things for the apartment's cleanliness. "Anyone want a cup of coffee?"
***
It didn't take nearly as much convincing to get Angela to listen to them as Heather had been afraid it would. If she hadn't been so damned freaked out by her vision, by Vincent's betrayal, she would have expected that- Angela had been longing for a way out since before Bruno had been born. Hell, she had been ready to leave him until she found out she was pregnant and her mother had convinced her to stay because Vincent had a right to know his son and fatherhood changes a man, you'll see. Vincent had never hit her while she was pregnant, that was true, but as soon as Bruno was born, all bets were off again.
Point was, David had done a spiel about domestic violence and how she wasn't alone, then Heather had sort of accidentally confessed to being a little bit psychic and then had to prove it via telling Angela about that one thing that had happened during her senior year of high school and then that other thing that happened after that- the one she hadn't even told her best friends, and by that point Angela was ready to start packing.
Heather found herself standing in the familiar apartment and holding Bruno- the boy who was not her son, but she remembered holding that same way a thousand times. It was amazing how hard she loved him and how she knew just what he needed, what he liked through Angela's motherly experience. Heather reveled in it because she had no idea how long she would get to see him or if anything like regular contact with Bruno was in her future. It hurt to hand him back to Angela when they were getting into the cars (David was driving the mini with three passengers- Angela in the back with Bruno's carseat, and Jeff was taking a taxi with Angela and Bruno's luggage).
Back at the brownstone, Heather started unpacked her own things in the front third floor bedroom, while Angela and Bruno took the back one.
"Uh- what gives?" Dana's sharp voice asked as soon as Heather answered her cell. Shit, Dana- she had forgotten to tell Dana she was moving.
"Oh, umm- remember those new friends of mine, Jeff and David? I'm kind of staying with them now," she answered unsteadily. Shit- Dana was the only other person in the city who really would have cared if something had happened to Heather and Heather had not even remembered to tell her she was moving house!
"You moved in with the gay guys? Honey, you do know how pathetic that sounds, right?"
"No, it's not like that." Heather said, "Look, Dana, I'm sorry."
Dan seemed to just ignore her apology in favor of laying on guilt. "So, I'm not a worrier, I'm not worried that you didn't come home last night, right- I'm just thinking maybe you found someone good to spend time with and I'm kind of looking forward to hearing the juicy details. I go out to see Raymond and Judy like I had planned this morning- that is how cool and not worried about you I am. Then this afternoon, while I'm still feeling proud of myself that I haven't panicked and called you, I'm talking to Mr. Wisniki as I'm giving him my rent check and he asks me why I wasn't there this morning helping you move- did we have a fight or something? And seriously, chica, what the hell gives?"
"It kind of happened really fast-" Heather explained. "I haven't told my parents I moved yet either."
"But- you moved in with a gay couple-"
"It's really not like that- they want to take care of me."
It was about then that Dana's tone shifted from annoyed to exasperated. "Take care of you? Heather, are they looking for a surrogate or something- because, while the concept is amazing and cool, it is also a huge deal and-"
"No, Dana, it's not like that either- they're helping me with my uh- my work."
"Your work? What at the shop?"
Heather sighed. She was so bad at this communication thing. "No, listen Dana, I think you need to come over and I'll explain it all."
"Right okay, what's the address?"
***
It was kind of surreal- Heather knew that is was actually very very surreal that telling Dana about how, for the last two months, she had been having visions of strangers dying in ways both horrible and untimely that she was compelled to prevent was something Heather found easier to do than telling Dana about how she was maybe, sort of, at the beginning of a polyamorous relationship with Jeff and David. So she just went with the psychic thing and hoped that the well decorated house and how kind the fellows were explained why she had been persuaded to move in with them.
"You?" Dana asked, incredulously after Heather has told her. "You're psychic? You save people from death?" Dana paused to look around at the others in the room, perhaps trying to see if any of them were as flummoxed as she. Not finding Jeff, David or even Angela shared her reaction, she turned back to Heather. "You, really?"
"Uh, yes," heather managed before David went ahead and started listing all the details of her visions that he knew- which was pretty much all of it save for some really personal details about the people she had saved as well as some of what didn't happen to Angela, who was sitting right there with them all, Bruno on her knee, as they talked over pastries. David had been baking since they got back from Angela's apartment- said that he wanted the house to smell homey for the baby, and with five people he had more of an excuse to bake than when it had just been him and Jeff. Jeff had smirked at Heather when he came out with that, but neither of them has said what they were both thinking- when did he ever need an excuse to bake?
"Okay, okay, I believe," Dana had finally said, relenting under the onslaught of David's words. Then she turned to Heather and asked, "You didn't ever body-snatch me and save me from drowning or something without telling me did you?"
"No, sorry." Heather replied, although why she felt the need to apologize, she didn't quite know. "I guess you've managed to survive all by yourself."