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[ it was different when the Beatles sang it ]

Oct 28, 2009 23:11

WHO: Nico and Victor
WHEN: December 2017
WHERE: California
WHAT: Nico and Victor have an awkward talk about a very sensitive subject

( all we need is love. )

the little terrorists who could, *the loneliest killbot, !ic, *black magic woman

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killbotwashere October 29 2009, 07:45:03 UTC

On one level Victor's aware of Nico in the bathroom. He's plugged into the building's fiber optic trunk, hacking merrily into public databases, scraping locations, schedules, prisoner lists, transfer times. Filling dossiers with digital chaff and rudely doctored photographs. He giggles a little to himself.

When he hears Nico moan, he turns towards the faint sound of her voice. She doesn't sound okay. She sounds a specific sort of not okay. Something he was supposed to remember. The light of the setting sun leans into the room as he turns, gets him right in the eyes, red and orange and yellow - Karolina? - and startles him into sudden clarity.

"Nngh. oh. oh shit." Vic's mind was like a box of puzzle pieces shaken by a toddler. Sometimes he was lucky and enough of himself stuck together that he could fill in the rest. There was something important he was supposed to remember to do, something he had told himself to ask her but only when he was having a good moment. Shit. Now. Hold it together.He's felt the changes in her body when he ( ... )

ifthebroomfits October 29 2009, 08:48:34 UTC

The nausea wins and she throws up twice. It's ragged and wet and she's heaving up nothing but stringy bile the entire time. She hasn't been able to keep down anything of substance for two months, her face and limbs thinning even as her stomach rounds out. Nico had chalked it up to nerves before, willing to blame anything but the blatant truth. The linoleum floor sticks to her sweaty legs as she gulps air and tries to get a hold of herself ( ... )

killbotwashere October 29 2009, 20:22:18 UTC

Vic stays out of the way as Nico storms the kitchen. Studies her carefully.

So tired. When did I last really look?

It hurts to see her like this - he knows he's a factor in it when he's not himself. He'd like to just go to her and hold her against him, mutter nonsense into her hair, try to make this better, but that's the wrong play right now. They won't talk if he does that. He has to be very careful, circle this moment for the right approach. If she gets too upset, he'll get upset and then it'll fall apart.

"No...I was just trolling a bit. It's quiet. The good quiet." He meant a couple of things by that, she'd know.

ifthebroomfits October 29 2009, 20:43:51 UTC

Nico scrubs a hand over her face, rearranging the bruise-dark smudges of tiredness under her eyes.

"Good. We could use some quiet," she says, taking a chipped mug from the cupboard and running it under the tap. She hooks her finger over the edge so that she can feel it fill and keep her attention on Victor. He's hovering, just barely orbiting her.

The water is lukewarm and tastes like rust. She wonders if it's safe for her to be drinking it, safe for---for the baby. The thought swells, clamoring for attention, and she swallows it down with a sour mouthful of nausea.

She mumbles a spell at the glass, scrubbing it with magic. It's enough to fix something, at least.

Taking a sip, she chases it with a deep cleansing breath.

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