MCA #5, Late Tuesday Morning

[electrocynic]

Sarah had no recollection of at any point during her stay in London having neither bought nor packed what was most aptly described as a small mountain of bags of crisps. And yet here they were, tumbling out of the bag she hadn't really bothered to unpack until now

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[fearisdeath]

Bellamy wasn't in a very good mood today. It'd taken a while but he'd finally realized that Clarke wasn't around anymore and he was selfishly angry that she'd gotten to get off his island and he hadn't.

On his way downstairs to get out of his apartment, he passed one of the apartments whose occupant he knew and decided to be a bastard by giving it a kick as he passed.

He continued down the hall but stopped before leaving, just checking to see if she'd open the door.

[fearisdeath]

"How mysterious," Bellamy said though he didn't sound all that concerned. He popped the crisp into his mouth finally. "Thanks for the food. I'll leave you to your enigmatic ways."

[electrocynic]

"Was gonna ask if you wanted to stay for a moment."

She was bored. Sue her.

[fearisdeath]

"Then ask me."

He was difficult. Sue him.

[electrocynic]

Sarah was used to difficult. Still had to give him an eye roll for that, though. It was practically a matter of principle.

"D'you wanna stay a moment?" she drawled, like it was a hardship. "I have crisps and shitty telly."

[fearisdeath]

"You're so sweet," Bellamy told her, amused. "Sure. I'll stay. I've got nothing else going on."

His brooding could wait a little while.

[electrocynic]

"No fucking surprise there, mate," Sarah rasped, while pushing the door further open, and stepping out of the way. More or less, anyway.

[fearisdeath]

Bellamy slipped into her apartment and rolled his eyes at her once again. "I do have stuff that I do. Just not today. I was on my way to be angry somewhere else when I kicked your door."

[electrocynic]

"You had plans to be angry?" she asked, raising her eyebrows as she nudged the door closed. "How sad is that?"

[fearisdeath]

"I don't know, is it sad?" Bellamy asked, shrugging. "The only other person from my home managed to figure out a way back and I'm still stuck here. It pisses me off."

[electrocynic]

"Oh, right, you're one of those." Feel the empathy. She brushed past him, heading into the living room. Old issues of New Power Express were on the coffee table, with big headlines about various superheroes and the villains they'd defeated. On top were a few untouched packets of crisps, while the TV was spewing out some random reality TV. Rich and idle wives? Something like that.

Sarah plopped herself back down on one end of the couch. "Good for whoever for getting out, I s'pose."

[fearisdeath]

"One of those?" he asked, following her into the living room and scowling at the back of her head. "What's that supposed to mean?"

His eyes fell on the television briefly and he realized he had no idea what was going on so he looked back at her.

[electrocynic]

No one really knew what was going on in that show, anyway.

"You know, one of the poor bastards who got yanked here without choosing to come." She paused. "Or without being forced to in the name of community service."

[fearisdeath]

"Ah." Bellamy's ire died down somewhat and he moved to take a seat at the opposite end of the couch from her. "Yeah, that's me. I was looking for my sister one minute and here the next. Haven't figured out how it happened."

[electrocynic]

"Don't bother," Sarah replied, rolling her eyes like someone who'd been here a while. She settled the bag in her lap. "Just island magic. The usual bullshit."

[fearisdeath]

"Is that how you got here?" Bellamy wondered. "If it's too big a secret, don't tell me."

He didn't want to go round and round on that again.