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fake dating [seven] // brie larson

summary: just when you think everything has gone to plan and you got the girl, life has a funny way of showing you otherwise.

warning/s: none.

author's note: okay so this is the last part, im afraid! This was so fun to write and ended up longer than I imagined lmao but im really glad y'all like it! I won't be doing more parts, however, I think I've got a brie x you book brewing if you want it so yeah, stay tuned :)

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Brie and I were stuffing ourselves at the buffet table, our plates filled high because the appetisers tasted just as good as the food from earlier. I watched her, unable to stop grinning at the fact that we were actually together together.

She was laughing, her eyes squinted adorably and her laugh lines portraying her happiness at this moment. I couldn't have asked for a better sight.

"Watch, I can get this in my mouth," she said, sure of herself, her hazel eyes meeting mine.

"Brie..."

"Just watch!" she said, before setting her plate on the table and tossing an olive in the air. She opened her mouth to catch it, but of course she was way off and it hit her on the head before bouncing onto the floor.

"Ten out of ten," I said teasingly, to which she shoved me, almost making me drop my own plate.

"I can usually catch it," she said, pouting adorably. "It's because you stared."

I laughed. "Oh, yeah, next time I'll be sure to close my eyes and believe you caught it."

"Thank you," she said, grinning.

We continued to mess around by the appetisers, still stuffing ourselves with food, until we heard the music cut off and an announcement coming from the stage.

"Can everybody please come to the stage where the bride will be making a speech!" a staff member said, his voice blasting through the speakers and to all the guests.

I looked to Brie with confusion. "I thought speeches were done."

She shrugged, unsure herself, before taking my plate off me and setting it on the table.

"Hey, I was eating that!" I complained, about to pick it up again, but she stepped in the way and pushed me forward gently.

"We gotta hear what your mum has to say," she said, smiling with amusement. "Food after, I promise."

I sighed, but intertwined my fingers with hers, letting her lead me to the small crowd of guests that had formed. My mum was on the stage, standing in front of the mic. I noticed how she didn't seem even the tiniest bit nervous. She never was. I didn't understand how her and I could be so different from one another. If I was up there, I'd probably faint.

"If I could have your attention please," she began, looking out at everyone.

The chatter went quiet before a silence formed. All you could hear was the mic tuning and the sound of the waves on the beach in the distance.

"I know we already did speeches, but this is a little different," she said, her voice radiating confidence and certainty. "It's more of an announcement."

I waited patiently, wondering what she was going to say. I saw her glance to the left, at Isaac who was stood offstage but smiling encouragingly at her. She looked back to everyone before continuing.

"As you all know, today has been a massive step forward in my personal life," she explained, a smile on her lips. "It's a change I have welcomed with open arms and it's only made me realise that there's other aspects of my life that I wish to move forward with."

I furrowed my eyebrows with confusion.

"Most of you here are friends and colleagues of mine," she said, nodding. "I'm grateful for all you of. Meeting so many people in my line of work is something I anticipated. Being a lawyer and having my own firm is something I am thankful for. But I've come to a point now where I realise that it's a chapter of my life I'm ready to finish."

I raised my eyebrows as everyone began to mutter between one another. I recalled what Naomi said about her giving away the firm, but I never realised it could actually be true. Is that what she was going to announce?

I looked around, trying to see if Naomi and Kieran were here when finally, I caught Naomi's glare from across the crowd. She was fuming, her arms crossed and her brother shaking his head with annoyance.

"Hey, you okay?" Brie asked quietly, squeezing my hand.

I met her eyes. "I, erm, I don't know."

She cocked her head to the side questioningly, but she didn't get to say anything because my mum was speaking again.

"It took a lot of planning, but I have decided to give my firm away," she announced, everyone's eyes on her. Her eyes scanned the crowd before they met mine. "Y/N, I want to give it to you."

I gulped down the lump in my throat as everybody turned to look at me. I suddenly felt really warm.

"Now, you've made it very clear that you don't want to be a lawyer," my mum said, a bit of sourness still present in her voice that only I could detect from the millions of times she'd said that to me, "but this is different. You can sell the firm if you want. Or manage it. The possibilities are endless. I just want you to have it. It should stay in the family."

I breathed out, pursing my lips. People were looking between my mum and I, expecting one of us to say something else. Even Brie was surprised, her eyes boring into the side of my head.

"Well, honey?" my mum spoke, a flicker of confusion crossing her expression.

I finally found my words. "Mum, I can't accept."

I heard people gasp around me, mumbling between each other as they looked me up and down judgementally. Any one of these people would snap up the opportunity to buy this firm - it made millions.

"Erm, what was that?" my mum asked, her smile forced now.

I shook my head, speaking louder. "No, thank you!" All eyes were on me and I tried to focus. Brie smiled encouragingly and I remembered what I wanted to say as I looked back to my mum. "It should stay in the family, yes, but it should go to Naomi and Kieran!"

I looked to my cousins, seeing the shock on their faces. My mum seemed speechless for one of the first times in my life. I didn't want the firm. I didn't need it. Yes, I could probably make a fortune like my mum, but that's not what I wanted. I had everything I needed. Plus, as annoying as Naomi and Kieran were, they had worked hard and deserved the firm.

"I see," my mum finally spoke, earning everyone's attention. Her signature business-meeting smile was back on her face as she said, "The firm shall be passed down to my lovely niece and nephew, Naomi and Kieran."

Nobody knew what to do at first, but then somebody started to clap and everyone joined in, cheering for the siblings and moving their way to congratulate them. I breathed out with relief and tried to ignore the glare coming from my mother.

"Food?" I asked Brie, wanting nothing more than for her to drag me away from the inevitable yelling I was about to get.

"Er, I think your mum wants you," she said, looking a little frightened when she pointed over my shoulder.

I closed my eyes, sighing to myself, before turning around and seeing her stood with Isaac offstage, motioning for me to come to her.

"You said you wouldn't leave me alone," I told Brie, before dragging her along with me.

The two of us approached my mum and Isaac and she did not look happy.

"Y/N, I need to speak with you privately," she said, containing her annoyance as best as she could whilst her eyes flickered to Brie. "It's a family matter."

"Brie is part of the family, as you've said countless of times," I pointed out, not letting go of Brie's hand. "Whatever you say to me can be said in front of her."

My mum breathed out before nodding. "Fine. Care to explain why you embarrassed me up there like that?"

"Now, Y/M/N, that's not what you said you would say," Isaac spoke up before I could.

My mum clenched her jaw before nodding. I looked at Isaac gratefully, who smiled apologetically.

"Why don't you want the firm, Y/N?" she rephrased, less aggressively.

"I didn't ask for it," I said calmly. "I don't need it. I already have everything I need."

"You didn't need to ask for it," she said, shaking her head. "You're my only child. It's a family firm. You're my family."

"So are Naomi and Kieran," I stated. "And they really wanted it."

"You don't even like them!" she shouted quietly.

"Y/M/N..." Isaac reminded her.

"Sorry," she mumbled, before looking to me. "I never thought you would advocate for them when you've made it very clear how you feel about them."

"I know I say stuff, but at the end of the day, they deserve the firm more than I. You're giving it to me out of obligation. They actually want to make use of it. They can continue your work with their talent and your name. You chose me over them because of this false sense of pride you have for me."

Her expression softened. "I am proud of you."

I smiled sadly. "Why? Because I now have a girlfriend? I'm still the same person, mum. Still a school councillor. Still living in a flat. Still not going to the gym, or buying designer clothes. I'm still me. Except I have a girlfriend who just happens to be famous. What's changed?"

She stayed silent, looking between Brie and I. Isaac watched me, nodding his head as a proud smile appeared on his lips. I felt recognised for a change.

"I shouldn't have come here under these circumstances," I admitted. "Brie and I weren't together, okay?"

"Y/N-"

"It's okay, Brie," I said, letting go of her hand as I smiled confidently at her. I looked back to my mum, who was surprised. "We weren't together. You assumed we were together because you didn't listen, mum. You never listen. I faked it. It started off as a way to make you proud, but I know I can never do that. Then it turned into me proving a point. But now I know none of that matters."

"So, what, this is fake?" was all she could ask, motioning to the two of us.

I shook my head. "It was very much real. Just not in the way you thought. And we're together now. That's one of the few amazing things to come out of this whole thing."

I breathed out as my mum avoided my eyes, her expression unreadable.

"Not so proud anymore, right?" I asked, cracking a sad smile.

"Y/N..." Isaac began, before staying quiet. He could only speak for himself, and I didn't want to hear from him right now. I wanted to hear from the one person who wasn't saying anything to me.

"I love you, mum, but I deserve to be treated right, despite my personal relationships and life choices," I said, finally believing my words.

It was quiet for way too long, at least that's what it felt like. She wasn't even looking at me.

"Thank you for coming," she finally said, but she didn't look my way as she walked away from us all.

I closed my eyes, sighing to myself. I tried not to get my hopes up with her, but this time I really thought... I thought she would at least acknowledge my words.

"She's going to come around," Isaac said, and I opened my eyes to see him moving forward and pulling me in for a hug. I returned the hug, frowning a little.

"She won't," I said, sure of myself. We pulled away and I said, "Thank you, though."

He smiled sadly. "I should go and check on her..."

I nodded and he walked away. I pinched the bridge of my nose, tilting my head back as I willed a tear to go back into my eye. After a moment, I let go and turned around to see Brie smiling sadly at me.

"I'm sorry that didn't go how it should have," she said softly, stepping forward and taking my hand, holding it between both of hers, "but I'm really proud of you for telling the truth. All of it."

I felt my throat closing up horribly, a familiar feeling I always felt before I cried. I shook my head, willing myself to hold it in. "I thought... I thought telling the truth was supposed to hurt a lot less."

I knew my mum was like this, so why was I surprised? She'd said horrible things to me in the past, but I didn't know her saying nothing would hurt so much more. My heart ached.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," Brie said, pulling me close to her, and I closed my eyes, tucking my head into her shoulder as she held me.

I didn't cry - I couldn't, not here, not now. I felt silly. But Brie comforted me anyway, rubbing soothing circles on my back as I tried to ignore the pain in my chest.

***

I breathed out with relief as I settled into the aeroplane seat. Brie and I were on our flight back to L.A and one of my least favourite things was getting through airport security. Thankfully though, we were in first class (because of my mum's pre-paid tickets) so the seats were super comfortable. Unfortunately, my mum was on the same plane as us, so I still had to see her and Isaac off when we landed.

"Stop thinking about it," Brie said, pulling me from my thoughts. I glanced at her seat beside me and she was giving me a knowing smile. "I can tell you're thinking about it."

"I can't help it," I said, shrugging my shoulders. I leaned on her shoulder, cuddling into her arm. "She's not speaking to me, Brie. It's been more than 24 hours."

Brie pressed a kiss to the top of my head before leaning on me, too. "She'll come around. Isaac said so himself."

I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing as I chewed the inside of my mouth nervously. My mum hadn't said a word to me since the wedding and at first, yeah, it hurt a lot. But I couldn't not speak to my mum. She was my mum! She couldn't just leave and not speak to me ever again. Could she?

"You're still thinking about it, aren't you?" she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.

I sighed. "Maybe."

"Think about something else," she suggested. "Food. Movies. Going back home. Anything else otherwise you're going to be upset the whole flight back."

I sat up straight and held Brie's hand. "You're right." I looked at her, smiling as I saw how cute she looked. She was wearing no makeup and her hair was pulled back into a little bun. She was wearing an oversized hoodie and she looked so comfy. I was a little jealous.

“What are you thinking now?" she asked, leaning on the armrest and meeting my eyes with a smile.

I smiled wider. "I'm thinking about how cute you look. And also that I regret not bringing my own hoodie because you look really comfortable."

Her cheeks went pink as she shook her head. "Uh-uh. Eyes off. You're not getting my hoodie, Y/N. This one's my favourite."

"I never asked for it," I defended, chuckling.

“You don't need to," she retorted, shaking her head still. "Eyes off."

I laughed now, leaning forward and giving her a haste kiss. "I don't want it, don't worry."

***

"I can't believe you stole my hoodie when I was asleep," Brie mumbled, sulking as we grabbed our suitcases off the luggage carousel.

"You shouldn't have taken it off," I pointed out, grinning. "Totally your fault."

She narrowed her eyes at me, shaking her head distastefully. I laughed, pulling the sleeves over my hands comfortably.

"Smells like you," I revelled in the scent. "I love it."

"I'm right here!" she said with raised eyebrows. "Smell me, I don't care, but don't steal my hoodie!"

I laughed as we walked away from the luggage carousel, away from the bustle of other people collecting their luggage.

"You can have it back if you really want," I told her, giving her my best 'serious' look.

She stared at me curiously, before sighing with defeat. "You're lucky you're cute."

I grinned, leaning forward and kissing her gently. When I pulled away, a hint of a smile was playing on her lips.

"Right. Are you sure you've got everything?" she asked, her eyes scanning our luggage. "Not left anything behind?"

I nodded. "I'm sure."

She nodded, doing a final check before looking at me, her expression softening. "We should say goodbye to Isaac and your mum."

My smile faded as I breathed out slowly. "Right."

She gave me an encouraging smile and intertwined her fingers with mine. I accepted her comfort and looked out to the luggage collection point, searching for either Isaac or my mum. I eventually saw them grabbing the last of their bags before they turned, heading our way. They hadn't seen us at first and I considered just leaving. But when Isaac looked up and gave me a bright smile, I knew I couldn't.

"You got this," Brie whispered as they stopped before us.

I smiled at her before looking to my mum, seeing she was looking to the floor. Great.

"Well, girls, I guess this is where we depart ways," Isaac spoke first, looking between us. "It was a pleasure having you both at the wedding. And Brie," he looked to Brie, smiling appreciatively, "you're a lovely woman. It was an honour to meet you. I hope this isn't the last time. Especially now that you and Y/N are official."

Brie grinned. "Thank you for having me, Isaac. And I hope not either. Congratulations, once again."

Isaac looked to me and I choked on my own words for a moment, until I felt Brie squeeze my hand.

"Thank you, Isaac," I finally got out, letting go of Brie and hugging him suddenly. "For everything. I'll make sure to bug you with a call every week, yeah?"

Isaac chuckled, returning the hug. When we pulled away, I noticed his eyes were a little glassy.

"I'd really like that, Y/N," he said, unable to stop smiling now. It warmed my heart.

I glanced at my mum, wondering if she was going to say anything. She was still staring at the floor.

"Hey, Isaac, do you think you could help me do something?" Brie suddenly spoke. "Over, erm, over there?" She nodded to the left and I realised what she was doing. So did Isaac, too, as he nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, of course," he said, and the two of them walked away to give my mum and I space.

My mum was still quiet though and I felt nervous, remembering how she walked away the last time we spoke.

"So is this it?" I asked, grabbing her attention. "We just don't speak anymore?"

She pursed her lips, but didn't say anything.

"I don't want to not speak to you, mum," I told her, frowning.

She sighed. "I don't want to not speak either."

I felt my racing heart slow down a little. She was speaking. That was good, right?

"Okay, well, what now?" I asked. "You want to yell at me? Because go for it! I don't care, you can embarrass me in front of Brie and Isaac and complete strangers. It's okay."

She cracked a small smile. "I'm not... I'm not angry."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "You're not?"

She shook her head. "No, Y/N. I'm just... I'm sorry."

I widened my eyes, certainly not expecting that.

"You were right," she said, nodding. "About what you said. I don't listen. I don't treat you fairly."

I didn't know what to say. She usually never listened to me and she was insanely stubborn, so this was different. She was acknowledging her actions and it was something I'd only ever dreamed she would do.

"You're not a kid anymore," she continued. "You have a life. And when you were a kid, you had to deal with me. You couldn't push me away. But now you're grown up and I don't want to lose you."

"Mum, you'll never lose me," I said instantly, stepping forward and resting a hand on her forearm. "Yeah, you piss me off at times, but that's just who you are. I'm used to it. I still love you. I always will. I just wanted you to realise that sometimes your words hurt."

"I get that now," she said, a tear slipping from her eye which she immediately wiped away. I was shocked at how this was affecting her. I didn't think she cared. "I'll be kinder to you, I promise."

I smiled. "I can't wait to see that, honestly."

She rolled her eyes and smacked me on the shoulder playfully before pulling me in for a hug, which I happily accepted.

"I'm proud of you, Y/N," she said honestly, holding me at arm's length when we pulled away. "I mean it. You're happy and I'm glad. And Brie is wonderful. I'm glad you're both together."

"Thank you," I said, smiling at her. "I'm sorry I lied at first."

"I deserved it," she muttered, making me laugh. "Look. I don't want us to be like before where I'm lucky if I get a call every now and then."

I nodded in agreement. "I'll visit you more. I'll call more. I promise."

She smiled. "Good... now I think we should wrap this up because Isaac and Brie are trying really hard to listen to what we're saying."

I glanced over my shoulder and suppressed a laugh when I saw the two of them pretending to have a conversation, but making it obvious they were listening in.

"We're all good, you guys can come back," I called to them.

They came back to us immediately, smiling hopefully.

"All good?" Brie asked quietly, looking at me with concerned eyes.

I smiled. "All good."

She smiled with relief, wrapping an arm around my waist. "Awesome. I'm glad."

"I guess this is goodbye for now," my mum said, grabbing our attention. She looked to Brie, smiling with gratitude. "Brie, dear, thank you for attending our wedding. As Isaac said earlier, I hope we can see more of each other in the future."

Brie nodded, smiling politely. "Of course, Y/M/N."

"First you guys should honeymoon it up," I said, looking between my mum and Isaac. "Which reminds me, where are you guys going for your honeymoon?"

"That's undecided," Isaac said, giving my mum a knowing look. "Somebody can't make up her mind."

My mum waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, there's no rush! We have plenty of time to decide."

We all laughed and Brie nudged me gently, making me look at her.

"I know where you get your indecisiveness from now," she mumbled in my ear, making me glare at her playfully.

"Okay, girls, our taxi should be waiting for us, so we should really get going," Isaac said apologetically. "Are you both okay for a ride or...?"

"We'll be fine," I said, waving my hand. "You guys go. I'll call you tomorrow?"

"We look forward to it," my mum said, smiling with relief.

We all exchanged hugs once more before bidding Isaac and my mum a goodbye. Brie and I also went our own way, managing to find a taxi to take us back to our flat. I felt so much more happier as we sat in the backseat, on our way home.

"I'm really happy for you, Y/N," Brie said, squeezing my hand. "You did good."

I smiled at her with adoration. "Couldn't have done it without you."

"Yeah you could've," she said with certainty. "You're strong. That's why I love you."

I was a little surprised to hear her say that, and she must have realised what she said because her smile faded and any confidence she once had was now gone and replaced by nervousness.

"I- erm-"

"You're honest," I cut her off, not breaking eye contact. "That's why I love you."

She raised her eyebrows with surprise, but eventually a toothy smile broke out on her face.

"I love you."

I grinned. "I love you, too, Brie."

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gltrngold-a · 4 years

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— ♥　♡　♥　THE SLEUTH ♥　♡　♥ —

“[She] knew she could not go on wasting her days in the stews of her untidied room, lying on her bed in a haze of smoke, chin propped on her hand, pins and needles spreading up through her arm as she read her way through Richardson's Clarissa.”

— atonement, ian mcewan

｢ marilyn lima. twenty. female. she/her. ｣ welcome to cerulean pier, home of many mythological beings. did you know that our resident LORELEI FINCH is the child of TISIPHONE? they don’t, maybe that’s why they’re known as the SLEUTH around town. they are ASTUTE & HARD-WORKING, but also INTRUSIVE & BLUNT. they are also currently A YOUTUBER. don’t say anything, but they are hiding THAT HER EVIDENCE ACCIDENTALLY PUT THE WRONG PERSON IN PRISON. ｢ shannon, 20, she/her, bst. ｣

♥　♡　♥　basics ♥　♡　♥ —

name: lorelei alexandria finch age: twenty birthdate: 25 january, 2000 — marseille, france zodiac ( sun ) sign: aquarius orientations: homosexual, homoromantic relationship status: single label: the sleuth occupation: youtuber

faceclaim: marilyn lima height: 5 ft 9 in

— ♥　♡　♥　personality ♥　♡　♥ —

mbti: istj-a enneagram: five, with a six wing hogwarts house: slytherin temperament: choleric theme song: gimme a minute by pvris

hobbies: board games, true crime podcasts, pinterest, djing, crocheting, being a whiskey connoisseur, hacking on the low-key

— ♥　♡　♥　favourites ♥　♡　♥ —

songs:

cosmic love by florence + the machine hollywood whore by papa roach numb to the feeling by chase atlantic

television series:

criminal (2019- present) autopsy: the last hours of... (2014-present) black mirror (2011-present)

books:

inferno (dan brown, 2011) atonement (ian mcewan, 2001) sharp objects (gillian flynn, 2006)

films:

eternal sunshine of the spotless mind (2004) gone girl (2014) the jacket (2005)

— ♥　♡　♥　summary ♥　♡　♥ —

you probably know how this goes by now. here’s the hoedown throwdown about my criminologist in the making, lorelei! tw for murder / smoking / religion mentions.

you don’t need her, she doesn’t need you. and that’s fine by her!

you know that line from odaat where lydia says she threw herself out a window because her husband saw her without makeup and they never spoke of it? lorelei.

if the men find out we can shapeshift they’re going to tell the church!!!

it’s laurie, not ‘lori.’

master crocheter. she made herself a long crocheted cape. yes she did.

always brews her tea for five minutes exactly.

loves runs through the woods.

true crime obsessive. shows, podcasts, she’s just started that ‘true spies’ thing on spotify. but really she’ll love anything with that darker air, like autopsy shows and black mirror. just that bleak kinda stuff. it’s her vibe.

definitely an aspie. ( asperger’s syndrome; i, the mun, am also an aspie! )

she does this to atone for accidentally sending the wrong man to prison when a family friend was murdered, back when she was younger and didn’t understand what weight her words had. ( spot the briony tallis + tess larson from conviction influences here ! )

yeah her youtube channel is pretty much buzzfeed unsolved. she’s workin’ with the ghoul boys while she studies criminology at university.

she was a scholarship kid before the whole thing really started to kick off and she got invested in sleuths’ internet forums, spending all hours of the night trying to find something new.

her favourite cold case is the isdal woman! her dream is to solve it.

lorelei can be hot-and-cold, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t trying. she can drift in and out but if she cares, and that’s hard-won, you’ve got a friend for life.

has passed the mensa test.

distrusting. her family was very fight-for-yourselves. she doesn’t remember it, but she grew up in a tough part of marseille. defence is like muscle memory for her.

it’s fitting she wants to solve cases being the only daughter of tisiphone, given that tisiphone is the fury that punishes crimes of homicide!

her vice is smoking. it helps her think, or so she says, but that might just be an excuse. ‘you all smoke to enjoy it, i smoke to die,’ vibes. yeah, she’s carrying a lot of guilt.

dark! academia! aesthetic! lesbian!

vehemently anti-bra. they’re UNCOMFORTABLE okay.

can do an absolutely cracking christopher walken impression ( too much time looking into the natalie wood case )

her parents are v v religious so yeah she’s pretty much ostracised now, that’s fun for her but everyone’s surprised she doesn’t really seem to care that much

plagued by nostalgia for places she’s never been to, it’s a struggle.

messy but organised chaos. she lives in it, you don’t get to be annoyed about it she can be the stig of her dump if she wants to thank you very little.

political activist. probably on a list for infuriating a lot of very important people. but if she dies by assassin because of that she thinks it’s a pretty sweet way to go.

would probably do pretty well in the services if she trusted the establishment but nope they literally all suck thank you for coming to her ted talk.

has never dated anyone but that’s okay because women are hot in movies. and also in real life but that requires feelings and she doesn’t really know what to do with either of those.

she can be... very intrusive. she’s gotten herself in trouble for trying to meddle in people’s lives / active investigations but there’s nothing malicious in it. at least not usually. if you’ve pissed her off then all i can say is good luck to you.

yeah she’s just got,,, a lot on her plate. think dead weight and gimme a minute by pvris???

— ♥　♡　♥　wanted connections ♥　♡　♥ —

partner in (solving) crime — probably also her best friend and ride-or-die, until their unsolved murders do they part. have probably considered platonic marriage for tax benefits. and also because she’s just about the only person she’ll put up with.

crush — ‘when i was 7 i had a crush on a girl in my class & didn’t know how to deal w it so i wrote her a letter that just said get out of my school’

stressed person who’s trying to make her less of a chaotic cryptid but it’s not really working.

flatmate?

smoking buddies for my child with a problem please and thank.

#gods:intro

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edgewoodrp · 5 years

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A recap of character experiences from March 1st through September 30th, 2019.

Enjoy!

Audrey Mitchell

Went door to door searching for leads on the matter of Emilia Zimmerman’s mysterious disappearance.

Teased with an incomplete tale of misadventures featuring drink vouchers and drag queens.

Became a roadside savior to a car broken down on the back roads between Ashland and Edgewood.

Drank more caffeine than any one person reasonably should, no doubt

Met up with Russell Hemlock to freshen up his trivia skills before another game night at their usual haunt.

Had the worst Friday ever and, after letting some thoughts about her empty house get under her skin, talked herself into adopting a puppy.

Beatrice Larson

Beatrice had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. After a horrible morning, she got knocked into and spilt her coffee all over herself. David was nice enough to give her a spare shirt and a place to decompress

Beatrice was shocked by a bench after Claudia bumped into her on the street on Friday the 13th. She has no idea how or why the bench shocked her, it shouldn’t have happened like that.

Watched Audrey get shocked by a street lamp pole before the other woman knocked into her, spilling coffee.

Caterina Singh

After finally being awarded her promotion as a journalist (to write the gossip column under a penname), Cat went out celebrating and reconnected with some townies.

During a break at the summer festival, she explored the twisty fun-house with Tristan Kong and strange, unexplainable things happened.

For Valerie Bianchi’s birthday, Caterina hosted a small slumber party.

On an off day, she was reminded of some unfortunate events and had a small break down in front of Ronan North.

During Ashland Street Days, she helped some people find eclectic items after touring the booths several times and finding many oddities (seriously, who proudly displays a bedazzled cattle skull?!)

Charlotte Kingsley

Reconnected with her sister Bridgette, Preston Hawthorne, Rosie Arceneaux, Maxine Beauchamp, Monty McAllister, and other old friends upon her arrival back in Edgewood.

Got into a car accident with Mateo Garcia during the freak whiteout.

Took pictures of the local college campuses for Karen Pierce and the PTA for a collegiate project they’re working on.

Had a tense re-introduction to Trevor during the HAGS Carnival.

Wandered into the North Star Lounge purely by chance on the night of Logan Cree’s surprise birthday party.

David Elmasri

David rescued Preston Hawthorn from public humiliation and struck up a close friendship with him.

He found Juliet Hawthorn after she let out a significant amount of blood and became suspicious of whatever was behind this.

He saw himself destroying Brewed Awakenings in anger during a vision and brought a gun into reality. He buried the gun at Pleasant Rest Cemetery before anyone else could see, although he was caught in the woods with a shovel by Simon Romero-Martin.

He has been suffering with the internal conflict of his new found ability, unsure how to keep it under control or whether it has any benefit at all that is work the risk of getting caught.

Frankie Holloway

Frankie has been watching out for other patrons at bars.

Xe ran into Monty McAllister at the grocery store and caught up with him.

On September 13th, which fell on a Friday in 2019, Frankie was plagued by visions all day and had little control over xir other powers. Xir sense of sight also faded as the day went on.

Heather Payne

Heather has been growing increasingly frustrated with her job at Hope Wellness Pharmacy and is hoping for a chance to leave.

She is taking Wu Shu Kung Fu lessons from Tristan Kong, and she meets up with her friend Claudia Rinaldi after their kickboxing lessons together. She continues to also train in potion making and magic.

She met Raiden Dryad when she attacked him outside of his club. Their next few encounters weren’t quite as hostile and they even saved a man’s life together, but there is still some tension.

Friday the 13th in September of 2019 came with some strong side effects, including Heather losing control of her powers and almost exposing magic and her experiencing some intense visions.

Maggie See

Caught up with Maxine while spending the night out and a guy wouldn’t mind his own business.

Met Tristan when he rescued her from a creeper at a bar and then helped her deal with a potential panic attack.

Baked Trevor a rather lopsided cake for his birthday.

Maggie worked at the PTA carnival at the bake sale booth and taking tickets for the fun house, which gave her a funny feeling.

Reconnected with Monty at the carnival

Worked the bake sale booth with Trevor, made fun of Karen.Simon came and gave Maggie a break from the fun house

Logan came and tried to sell her raffle tickets

Mateo came and talked to her at the fun house

Valerie tried to get her to buy things from the bake sale table

Waited on Heather when she came into the diner, misunderstood her questions about another patron as finding him attractive

Ran into Valerie while out candle shopping, the two ended up browsing for candles together

Ran into Preston at the library, they chatted for a while and he asked her about baking advice, Maggie was surprised because she’s not had the best track record in the past.

Maggie saw a ghost and could not get away from it in time, resulting in her having a panic attack and freaking out on those who tried to help her.

Met Juliet, who was asking her all sorts of questions about ghosts. It seemed like she had a loved one that she wanted to talk to again. Maggie was not here for that, she just wanted to have a panic attack in peace, thanks.

Maxine helped her back to The Underworld

Heather tried her best to fight the ghosts for Maggie

Monty, being somewhat of a pro, helped Maggie get to somewhere farther away from the ghosts and helped her through her panic attack

Tristan wanted to get Maggie to a doctor, which she refused. He stilled helped her get to somewhere safer

She totally freaked out on Logan when he doubted the existence of ghosts

Maggie went to pick up some items that she had ordered from Miss Rosie and Simon was working the counter. They noticed what she was buying and tried to offer Maggie a protection charm, but Maggie didn’t realize that it was probably a gift and refused because she didn’t have enough money to buy anything else but what she had come in for.

Maggie went to the Underworld to celebrate Maxine’s birthday. She decided to let loose and get drunk, since it’s a space that she feels safe, and she knew that Maxine wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her in the club. She also made her a somewhat lopsided birthday cake.

Maggie found an ugly cat in the dumpster at work and brought it home, much to the annoyance of Trevor.

Ran into Monty on their terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. She could tell that he wasn’t doing so hot but was refusing her help. But she also wasn’t feeling too hot so decided to take advantage of the fact that he wouldn’t turn her away when in need to keep an eye on him as well.

Maxine Beauchamp

Got some outsider opinions on what event Underworld Night Club should host next.

Due to an odd encounter in the woods, Maxine has now, semi-reluctantly, become a mentor to Phoenix Castillo.

Made a pact with Bridgette to go sober, because they both caught each other in compromising positions, but it didn’t last that long.

Conspired with Simon to change the terrible music at the carnival to something less abrasive.

Thanks to the input of others, Underworld hosted a amateur drag show for Edgewood’s Pride Week.

Her suspicions were raised after running into another potential vampire at her night club, so she is updating Ronan on their shared list of suspects.

And now she has celebrated her 33rd trip around the sun with some close (and not so close) friends.

Monty McAllister

Got turned around looking for a grocery store and ended up running into his childhood best friend, Trevor Wells.

At the HAGS Carnival, he split a funnel cake with a friend, then visited several others at the food booths. Later, he was spotted by his older sister, and consequentially made his return to Edgewood known to his family.

After a big falling out with his family, Monty had a little heart-to-heart with Ronan North in the park, and later struggled to deal with the aftermath of the disastrous familial encounter.

Met Karen Pierce while they were both fleeing his older sister in a crowded shopping mall.

During the events of Friday the 13th, he struggled to deal with an onslaught of visions throughout the day, the most notable of which featured Simon and a Change.

Phoenix Castillo

Phoenix has surprised many people on her adventures through the woods. She has made a new friend in Valerie Bianchi this way, but only thoroughly confused Tristan Kong.

She has started training her telepathy with Maxine.

She met Juliet Hawthorne at the Mystery Shack and found out that she is a vampire turned by Phoenix’s Great Uncle Leon. Phoenix is still hesitant around vampires though after some intense encounters with Logan Cree.

She has became friends with Preston Hawthorne after discovering a shared love of dance at the local library.

Raiden Dryad

Raiden and Juliet shared whiskey and exchanged taunts.

Met Caterina at Ashland Street Days and briefly discussed odd finds at the stalls.

Potentially insulted psychic werewolf Ronan North at Ashland Street Days about his father’s flannel shirts, and continued attempting to rile the wolf up.

Ran into Tristan outside the Crossroads Club, who was involved in an argument on his phone.

Had a suspicious meeting with Claudia after she barged into his club and admitted she had unestablished business with one of Raiden’s employees.

Almost beheaded Valerie with a mobile phone and had an odd conversation with them with supernatural-related jibing. Is currently attempting to suss out who and what they are at the Grille.

Was jumped by a blade-wielding Heather and came to a reluctant truce with the witch.

Tried to help Juliet hunt down Hawthorne birth records whilst acquiring his own sustainable blood supply at the hospital.

Introduced himself to Logan at the other vampire’s birthday party.

Offered Monty some guidance in choosing a dinner wine for his family dinner.

With some assistance, Raiden helped save a stranger’s life from a car accident.

Ronan North

Tracked down Wesley Callaghan with the help of his bartender, Evangeline Priestly, after Wes skipped out on another tab.

Bit the bullet and put some of his father’s old clothes up for sale during Ashland Street Days. Parting with those flannels was sweet sorrow.

Ran with Harley Chapman on a full moon.

Experienced some unusual bad luck on Friday the 13th. He lost control of his Change and turned in broad daylight while responding to his pack beta’s SOS. His other senses diminished as he found the beta and broke up an altercation between them and Simon Romero-Martin.

Russell Hemlock

At Ashland Street Day’s car show, Russell accidentally spilled ice cream on one of the cars and recruited help from others, only to find out it was Ronan’s late father’s car. Whoops.

Simon Romero-Martín

Upset a townsperson or two -and their balance- chasing after a “lucky” snail.

Volunteered as a face painter at the Have A Great Summer Carnival and made a number of the patrons’ day something truly magical.

Assisted Preston Hawthorne in ridding himself of a spell-generated doppelgänger that overstayed its welcome.

Spent every full moon diligently keeping their transformations behind lock, key, and spell…

Was interviewed by the watcher.

Bribed Monty McAllister with coffee and breakfast to hike out into the woods and help her take care of her cats.

Was rescued from having to walk their flat-tired bike home by Raiden Dryad.

Ran out of luck with their usual transformation preparations on Friday the 13th and stirred up some trouble with members of the Ashland pack.

Xavier Bennett

Talked classic cars and what their favorite decades were with Juliet Hawthorne at Ashland Street Days.

Gave Phoenix Castillo the shirt off of his back to wrap her bleeding hand after witnessing her trip in the rain, had an uncomfortable conversation about his psychic abilities.

Had dinner with Harley Chapman, but this is a weekly occurrence as she is his neighbor and one of his closest friends in Edgewood.

Served drinks to patrons such as Mateo Garcia and Bridgette Kingsley at Logan’s birthday party at the North Star Lounge.

Lamented about todays youth with David Elmasri at Brewed Awakenings when he went in for his morning coffee.

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The Molten Key (The Molten Key, #1) - T.L. Wilson [ARC Review]

Check out my new review for #TheMoltenKey by T.L. Wilson! #BookOfMatchesMedia #ARCReview #AdvancedReadersCopy #Bookstagram #BookReview #AvidReader #FantasyReads

Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️💫 Synopsis: Prepare for war, The Molten are coming. Only one thing matters to Adelia Larson and that’s family. So when her father goes missing and the only clue left behind is a mysterious iron key, she must delve into his past and uncover his secrets in order to find him. Except she’s not the only one searching for him. The Faerie Guard’s goal is to stop a war that’s brewing in…

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Mt. Begbie Brewing Co. - 25 Years of Brewing Craft Beer in B.C.

MT. BEGBIE BREWING CO. - 25 YEARS OF BREWING CRAFT BEER IN B.C. Mt. Begbie Brewing Co. will be celebrating a significant milestone this April – It’s hard to believe we have spent 25 years in blood, sweat and beers! We’d like to thank our customers, staff, community, friends & family for the support over the years.

April 1, 2021 – Revelstoke, B.C. – This month, Mt. Begbie Brewing Company celebrates their 25th anniversary of brewing! Armed with his Ph.D in nuclear physics and a proven track record of exceptional home brews, Bart Larson and his wife Tracey left Vancouver and opened their first location in Revelstoke B.C. In April of 1996 they released Begbie Cream Ale, followed by Tall Timber Ale, Alpine…

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Profile: Iðunn Larson

FC: tbd

Nicknames: Miss Larson, Andersdottr, Indy

Female

Born: 23 January 1973

2nd of three

Place of birth: Faroe Islands

Ethnicity: Norwegian

Nationality: Anglo-Norse

Blood Status: Pureblood (Magical)

House: Gryffindor, 1984-1991

Abilities: currently unknown

Wand: Norwegian Spruce, with dragon heartstring, 10”, unyielding

Appearance: dark blonde hair, dark brown eyes, scattered freckles, solid build

Family

Mother: Brynhild née Henrik

Father: Anders Larson

brewer, Larson Family Brewing

Siblings:

Older brother: Asgeir

Younger sister: Kristine

Cousin: Ingrid Larson

Friends: Jasmine Fonseca, Annika Halvorson, Rose Whiteson, Ellie Marcovitz, Rowan Khanna

Preferred weapon is a bow and arrow, goes on the create the Hogwarts Archery Club (1986-1991)

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Unhook The Stars PT 2

PART ONE IS HERE. I would love to hear what you think. I’m not so sure about this part. This story is dedicated to the anon who told me to listen to She Used to Be Mine from Waitress. It’s such an Emmy song and I love it. Also, the song Michael sings in this can be found here .

She still couldn't figure out what happened to her. The words didn't come as she didn't properly understand what she was feeling. However, Emmeline had experienced things being taken away from her before. As a little girl who threw more than her fair share of temper tantrum, she had had the promise of movie nights, ice cream, and one highly anticipated shoe shopping trip yanked from her screaming self. Emmeline knew that smelly Kyle Larson stole her pudding cups at lunch time in grade three and Tanya Faulk was constantly 'being inspired' Emmeline's ideas and style when they were in junior high together. Not to mention that she felt as if her family was being ripped away from her as of lately. Emmeline figured that Ted Garry was a thief and he had, somehow, managed to rob herself of who she was. As she stared at hospital parking lot, the same hospital in which she had been born, Emmeline tried to piece together enough parts of herself so that she could talk to the nurses that she knew would be speaking to her inside.

“I can stay outside or I can come in.” Molly reminded her friend as shut off the car once she had parked, taking her a grand total of six tries until she was in the spot. She had come in from Bond University just for Emmeline, Ashton knew that Emme was not interested in seeing her own parents and probably wouldn't feel comfortable with him taking her to see a doctor. Molly was always one step ahead of her school syllabus. Her professors were not even the slightest bit surprised when she turned in her assignments early instead of asking for an extension.

“I don't know yet. Can we play it by ear?” She hated not being decisive. It had always been something she liked about herself: she always had an answer.

“Of course. I'll do my readings outside of the office and they can come get me if you want me for any reason.” Taking the keys from the ignition, Molly nodded in agreement. Right now, Emmeline was calling the shots. “I know you'd probably prefer Penny was here, so - “ She was just about to thank Emmeline for trusting her, but Emme rolled her eyes as she unhooked the seat belt around her and cut Molly off.

“I don't know how good a virgin would be in this situation.” She sighed and wondered out loud. Emmeline also didn't know how it would feel having to share her story with her best friend. She liked that Penelope considered her to be a babelicious bad-ass. Emmeline really didn't want that to change. She never really knew Molly's opinion on her. “Thanks for doing this with me. It's probably not how you wanted to spend your Sunday.”

“It's Monday.” Clearly, Emme was still on New York time. “And there's nowhere I'd rather be.” Reaching over the cup holders between them, Molly squeezed Emmeline's cold hand over her knee and tried to commit her kindness into the Clifford girl's bones. “Ready?”

“Not yet.” Emmeline squeezed Molly's hand back, keeping it over hers. She didn't know if she wanted to go and be checked. She feared that would make the whole nightmare real and undeniable. It already felt heavy enough for the hungry model.

“We can hang out here as long as you need.” Molly meant it too. She had her textbooks, she had a bran muffin, water bottle, and the radio. They would be fine. Emmeline had the control now and Molly's hand.

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The last few days had been cloaked in bottomless anxiety for Grace. She was furious to find out through her sort-of niece, Molly Irwin, that her daughter was on her way home, assaulted and scared and that she would be staying with Ashton. Grace felt like all she had done for the last day was wait with her worst fears echoing through her mind like a bad trance remix. Despite what it was expressed to her that Emmeline wanted, Grace still showed up to the airport to pick up her daughter at one in the morning. She pushed right past Ashton and held her daughter the way she did after a bad day at elementary school, her hands tight in her hair, holding her head into her shoulders as they both weeped. It felt better holding Emmeline there then it had the first time she wad bundled up in a hospital blanket in Grace's arms. She wasn't sure how on Earth she was ever going to send Emmeline back to New York, not now, not when she knew what this reality was like and how closely it resembled Hell. Grace had stories from her own upbringing that terrified everyone around her, but she could say clearly that this was the most challenging moment she had ever experienced.

In a 5SOS sweatshirt that she never wore, not even when she toured with them as Michael's girlfriend of a few months, Grace walked out through her front door without a stitch of makeup on. She was in survival mode. Sweatshirt, jeans, eyebrow gel, and gold leather flip flops. She didn't even have her extensions in. She tossed her perfect gel manicure through her hair from the front down and then scared Michael half to death by knocking on the window of his car. He had fallen asleep behind his wheel hours ago, choosing to sleep there as it was as close as Emmeline would let him get. After talking to Ashton, he had called his daughter over twenty two times, but she declined all, but one. Emmeline picked up long enough to tell him to go to Hell and to never come near her. Ted Garry wasn't around which made her father the designated punching bag.

Rubbing at the sticky, but hard sleep in his eyes, Michael yawned and rolled his window down. His heart was beating fast as she had shaken him from an uncomfortable sleep.

“What are you doing out here all night? People will talk.” The neighbourhood already knew they were separated since the news had announced it right before Emmeline moved away to the US. “Iden saw when he left for school. He texted me and asked if we were fighting or something...”

“Did you not tell him about Emme?” Through another yawn, Michael asked as he scratched at the stubble around his jaw.

“No. This is the longest he's gone without talking about killing himself, so I'm trying keep it positive. I told him she just had a break and wanted to come home.”

“I doubt he believes you.” Michael looked her up and down, admiring how casual she looked. He remembered feeling so lucky when she would let him see her without the false lashes, push up bra, and tight skirts. He knew that Grace only felt safe around him as herself. It was an honor to see her as she was without any enhancements.

“Me too.” Their son was problematically observative. It was the introverted artist in him. It forced him to see every angle of a situation and through any smoke someone blew around him. “Are you coming in or...?” She waited for him to move around and follow her back into the house they once shared, coffee already brewing in the kitchen just the way he liked.

Michael rolled the window back up as quickly as he could and grabbed his keys from between his knees and stuffed them into the pocket of his jeans. He took one quick sniff under his arm pits and then headed out of his car. He was so excited at the prospect of seeing his daughter. It didn't matter to him how disappointed she was in him. Michael felt as if he had failed her and that she was justified in her anger toward him. He just needed to see with his own two eyes that she was still in one piece, that she was okay. Even if she hated him, and he didn't blame her, Michael wanted to be there for her.

“Molly took her to the doctors.” As soon as Michael turned the corner of the hallway that led to the kitchen, noticing that he was still there in pictures on the wall, and some of his graphic novel merchandise was resting where he left it on side tables. It was eerie how much the place still felt like his, theirs. “I don't know how long they'll be. I gave Molly some money to go for lunch, see if she can get Emme to eat something.” Grace could tell that Mike was looking around for their girl, so she explained as she set down a hot mug of coffee in the stool that he used to always occupy.

“How is she?” He didn't know how stupid of a question he was, Michael was just desperate for some kind of information.

“Not herself.” Grace never was known for her habit of sugar coating. She was a straight shooter. “She looks like a skeleton.” She warned him first, trusting that eventually Emmeline and Michael would be in the same room together. Emmeline couldn't avoid her father forever and Grace had no intention of letting her. “She's just been trying to sleep and screaming, really.” In some ways it wasn't that different from when she lived at home, but it also felt completely different. “She slept with Iden in his bed last night. Or just laid there, I guess.” Grace only held her cup of coffee, letting the heat warm up her hands and keep her focused. Otherwise, she felt like she was walking through an open field with no direction. She felt completely out of her league. This was her worst nightmare come to life.

Once she brought the mug to her lips, she looked over the rim at Michael, hands at the sides of his face as he let a few tears roam down into his coffee like rain drops. His eyes were burning red, bloodshot almost, and she knew then that in the front seat of his car was the first time he had gathered any sleep since Ashton had called him. Grace set down her coffee and sighed. He wasn't her husband anymore, it wasn't as if it was okay for her to just go over and kiss his sadness away. She stalked over to his side and pulled him into her chest just like she had Emmeline at the airport, hearing him gasp for air against the thick fabric of her top before letting his broken heart roar. She hadn't heard him like that since the first time she talked about divorce, walking out on him in the middle of a tour while six months pregnant with Iden.

“We will get through this. We are Clifford's and we are strong.” Grace reminded them both out loud as she acted like the pillar of strength she didn't feel like at the moment. She knew her words had rung true about all four of them at different points and she needed to keep telling herself that now.

“What do we do? Do we go to the police? Do we go to her agents? I just want to murder this man.” He looked up from her shirt like a child, begging for her to direct him. Michael was lost. If it was up to him, he would be in New York with blood all over his chest and turning himself in for manslaughter.

“It's complicated. Emme doesn't want to do anything.” Grace tossed her head back and released a heavy exhale. “I talked to one of our lawyers last night, it's not great. I was going to meet with him tomorrow if you want to come. I think you should.” While Grace could take charge, Michael was often the voice of reason that kept her from flipping her lid in public. They truly did need one another in moments of stress.

“We're not not doing anything.” That wasn't even on the table for Michael.

“Right now, we need to be there for Emme.” Firm in her words, Grace corrected Michael and then sat down on the stool beside him, crossing her knees and reaching for the cup of coffee that she had left behind to comfort him. “I'm thinking I should move out there.”

“You want to move?” From sorrowful to angry just like that, Michael jumped. There was no way he was letting his entire family up and move to New York, leaving him behind with everything that they built empty and useless.

“I don't want her going back alone and with you and I separating, why should I stay in Sydney? I'm American.” It wasn't the most important issue at the moment, but Grace was feeling desperate for change since her and Michael began their separation. She was considering going back to college or moving. “It's not that easy, of course, I don't feel comfortable leaving Iden behind.”

“We'd be fine. We're doing really well actually.” He had been nervous how his weekends alone would go with his son, but with Iden's dosage finally accurate and his recovery going strong, the two Clifford men were better than ever before.

“I'm flattered, but I don't want to leave my son. I also don't want to interrupt his final year of school, not with how well he's doing.” Everything felt more complicated than Grace ever knew it could be and she wasn't exactly a stranger to complicated.

Silence fell between them like hollow wind, Michael wiping at his sore eyes with his dry wrists while Grace finally took a sip of her coffee, black and piping hot.

“God, how is she even going to look at me?” Michael decided he would concentrate on their next move after they had navigated themselves through this house of horrors. He couldn't contemplate anything more than how to hold Emmeline without shaking now. “She called me and I jumped down her throat. I told her I would hang up on her if she started to yell at me – I am such a fucking asshole.” Just as his former wife always accused him of being, Michael branded himself, tightening his grip around the coffee cup and almost breaking it with the self hate he felt brewing inside him. “Fuck!” Michael pounded one fist against the table, shaking the vase and it's violets on top. His anger bounced off the walls, shaking cutlery in the black drawers nearby.

“This is not your fault.” Grace leaned in closer and tried to direct his face to look at her, his eyes busy trying to burn a whole through his jeans and then his hairy legs. “Hey, it's not.” Grace also felt rattled with guilt, but always managed to rise to the occasion for Michael. “Stay. You should stay and shower.” She suggested, a nicer way of telling Michael that he looked and smelled like garbage. “And then you can be here when she comes back and we can be a family and be there for her.” She remembered Ashton telling her that over and over in the airport when they waited together for Emmeline. He told her it was all she could do when she wanted to take on the entire world with her rage. Unfortunately, Grace knew the drummer was right. Once more, Michael jumped into comfort from his former best friend, resting his head on her shoulder and tightly squeezing her as he cried.

Michael didn't have the hidden talent Grace did. She had supersonic hearing and could tell when a child was upset before mere mortals could hear them cry or shout. She had been dealing everybody out by interrupting stories to tell people their kid was hurt only for the child in the other room to start wailing under three seconds later. Michael could sleep through storms and arguments. In order to not murder his band mates, he had trained himself to rest through anything. It was a trait his son had inherited, having been a sound sleeper since birth. With Grace out of town for a friend's birthday weekend, Michael didn't know how long Emmeline had been freaking out for.

The three year old screamed like an attacking banshee from her bedroom door to her parents and woke her father up by shaking both his feet by the toes. Emmeline jumped into his bed and crawled quickly to his side, clutching his arm and wrapping her whole body around it.

Instinctively, he put his free hand on her side and pat at her back in an effort to soothe the freaked out toddler. Her messy caramel colored curls rubbed under his chin, tickling him and forcing his eyes to peel open. He kept one arm under her grip, but carefully managed to take his other hand from her back to check the time on his phone that he had fallen asleep watching videos on, leaving it right under Grace's pillow. It was 2:38 in the morning.

"I had a bad dream." Feeling safe suddenly as she had escaped her monster infested bedroom and made it to Michael without being hobbled, Emme lifted her head from his arm and whispered into the air. Michael had figured as much, but he still nodded to assure her that he heard her before gently guiding her little hand away from his arm out where she kept accidentally gripping at hair and sending shooting pain into a sensitive spot. "Fire monsters." She whispered to him again, eyes wide as blooming daisies and the bottom of the bottom of her unicorn pajama dress hiked up with her knees to her stomach.

It didn't occur to Michael that her nightmare was inspired by one of his video games, the one he enjoyed in the basement while she sat on the floor and played Barbie dolls. Obviously, she had been paying better attention than Michael thought, but he hadn't exactly had his most watchful eyes on her at the time.

Michael rolled onto his back and kept her close. He shook his arm out from between her clutching limbs and instead pulled her into his side, running his hand through her fluffy hair while she used his naked stomach as a personal pillow.

"Sing to me." Emmeline demanded, finding courage now that she was safe with him and her fear had dissipated. "Daddy? Sing to me." He had read through a Fancy Nancy book with her before bed and after Iden had been put down, but Emme wished to be entertained more.

"Oh, if you're losing sleep, if you're losing sleep scared of shadows ..." He had been reluctant, but Michael kept his eyes opened and inhaled a preparatory breath before beginning to sing a song he used to play for her when she was an infant, a song that people tweeted at him endlessly when her name was announced a few days after she was born in June. Emmylou had fast become Emmeline Clifford's theme song, Michael even performing with the guys at the first venue they played after she was born in Sydney. "Don't go losing sleep scared of shadows." Michael reached down and turned her head around so it was lying flat on his chest again. She was waiting for the part where he sang her name, turning around to watch him serenade her, but Michael didn't need to have his eyes open to know what she was up to. He patted by his eyes as an instruction for her to close her eyes, lulling her back to sleep with his tires and raw voice. "My Emmylou..." He sang passionately in a whisper, his favorite lyrics as she wiggled in closer and tried to reach her arm around him, eyes closed and feeling ready to crash again. Michael fell asleep while singing the last line over and over, "You are loved, you are loved, you are loved..." His hand still in her tangles of hair, making a mental note to text Cagney in the morning to see if they could schedule a haircut and play date with Penelope.

Michael opted not to shower. He wanted to be there the second Molly brought Emmeline back to the house. So instead he was driving Grace crazy, just sitting at the kitchen island with his head in his hands and his feet nervously tapping nonstop on the legs of the stool. However, she was happy to not be alone at the moment. Michael offered a silent support that she was somewhat grateful for despite his annoying fidgeting. To avoid the noise , she busied herself in Emmeline's old bedroom, changing the bed and putting new candles on the shelves, the vanilla bourbon scented ones that her daughter liked most. Grace had planned to fill out an application to start courses in January, but she decided to put it off until she knew better where Emmeline was at. She didn't know if her daughter was even interested in returning to New York.

Like dogs sensing their humans return, both Grace and Mike perked up at the sound of tires turning into the driveway. Michael instantly stood up and pulled at his clothes, strangely wanting to look his best for the first time Emmeline and him would see each other since he left her in Manhattan, both of them irritated with the other. Grace started to exit the bedroom, her lipstick on since Emme left with Ashton's daughter to the hospital. Grace had wanted to come, but Emmeline insisted that she would only go with Molly Irwin.

Michael was just a few steps away from the front door, catching a glimpse of his daughter that he didn't recognize. Her cheekbones were hollow tunnels and her sparkling eyes were swollen under pale purple circles. He was just about to fix a brave smile on his face when Emmeline left. She ran up the stairs in a flash, using the little energy her body had, and rushing into Iden"s bedroom. It was the only space that felt safe, it was the only part of the house that seemed unchanged to her even though there was a photo booth picture of a beautiful mixed girl kissing him next to a picture of her and Iden on a family vacation in Hawaii that she had not seen before. She passed right by her mother in the stairs who reached for her hand and shut Iden's door loudly behind her.

"How'd it go?" Grace broke the uncomfortable silence between Molly and Michael, both standing still and unsure of what to do in the entrance way. "What happen?" Grace checked behind her again, Emme still nowhere to be seen.

"Well, it isn't the least invasive experience. I think it brought up a lot of upsetting feelings for her." Molly could only gather information from what Emmeline chose to share with her. She left the doctor's office in tears and just kept the radio playing Top 40 loudly between them in the car. "We went to get food, but I just got hers boxed up." Molly liked to try to do what she was told and it had been important to Grace that her daughter eat something. Molly reached out and offered the recycled to-go box to Michael, the pear and walnut salad heavy inside as he set it down on the side table right behind him. "Also," Molly reached into the messenger bag hanging on her side by her hip, not nearly as flat as it had been before she started dating a professional athlete, and pulled out a folded yellow envelope. "This is from the doctor's. If you need it to press charges or...whatever you guys want." She shrugged as she reached out to give it to her Uncle Mike even though Grace intercepted it. Molly didn't know what the Clifford family was choosing to do, but they didn't have much of an idea either.

"Thank you for going with her, Molly. I appreciate it." Grace told her niece as she sliced the seal of the envelope open with her sharp finger nail quickly. "She doesn't really like your uncle and I right now." Grace shared even though she was confident the vegan already knew that. It wasn't as if Emmeline kept that to her fact, writing all about it on Twitter whenever she had the chance.

"Seriously, I want to be there." She told them instead of sharing an anecdote of how pissed Emmeline was when she spotted her dad's car parked out front.Very little came before school for Molly, but her family, even the band members, did. Besides, she didn't have a close group of girlfriends. Molly was close with very few people, so it was nice to have a connection with Emmeline even in a dark situation. "My dad too, obviously." She laughed as she explained, everybody knew how willing Ashton always was to lend a hand. He truly was the Godfather of their dysfunctional brood.

"Do you want to stay? We are just kind of laying low." Michael offered. He knew it wasn't his home anymore so to speak, but he had his mind made up that he was staying until he got to properly see Emmeline and apologize. Besides, he knew Grace wouldn't mind Molly being there. She was always one of the more pleasant children to have around and, right now, she was one of the only people Emmeline was willing to be around.

"I have to work on a paper." Molly frowned in place of an apology. She also had promised to have dinner with her Dad before going back to school. "The doctor wrote the number down of some books and therapists she recommended." Pointing at the envelope in Grace's hands, Molly remembered to tell them as she turned to leave. Michael wrapped one arm around her shoulders before she could take off completely, holding her close like he used to when she was a little girl and wasn't even close to his height. Molly patted his back and then went to embrace her Aunt Grace before leaving.

Once more the two former lovers were left together underneath the heavy silent and somehow sluggish tension that filled the house that once was a noisy, but happy home. Michael and Grace stared at the door as it closed and then at one another with exhausted eyes.

"I can't read this sober." After reading the word "vaginal lacerations" over and over, Grace decided a stiff drink would go well with whatever she could stomach for lunch. Right behind her, nodding, Michael agreed.

He fixed himself a double whiskey without ice before leaving Grace by herself with the file. She had left the kitchen for the sun room anyway, curling up in her favorite spot on the love seat with her own whiskey neat. She didn't seem to want him there, she always pushed him away when she was overwhelmed with emotions. No matter how close they were, Grace remained stubbornly independent.

Michael headed upstairs, just to try and check on Emmeline. He prepared himself for whatever reaction she might have. Michael told himself that she was entitled to feel however she wanted and that he understood she might hate him forever. He really fucked up this time and he hated himself for it. Sighing, he tightened his stomach and took a large sip. Her door was shut, so he knocked but she didn't answer. Michael tried again, but met the same response of silence. So he slouched down and waited outside the door, legs out and drink in hand. Within a few minutes, her fluffy cat, Harriet, that she brought home with her happily laid between his thighs and slept as he kept his free hand occupied behind her ears. Michael hung his head low, eyes closed, and waited for her to let him in. Privately he worried she might lock him out for good. He didn't realize he should have been grateful for when she was leaving him drunk angry rants in his inbox. At least she was still talking to him then.

Before this, he wasn't sure he had ever experienced this kind of anxiety before. Sure, he had gone up against a little bout stage fright before and he certainly had mental health problems that came and went infrequently, but this was different. It wasn't the excited fear that filled his body when she was born and it wasn't the kind of tense frustration that controlled his head when he and Grace were going toe to toe. This was calm, but uneasy somehow and Michael wanted to be careful because Emmeline looked so innocently excited on the other side of the table, her brunch meal untouched because she couldn't stop talking.

“I don't know, Emmy...” He didn't quite clench his teeth, but Michael let his uncertainty slide out of his pulled lips, looking down at the business card she had slid him, right next to his plate of hash browns, sausage, marinated mushrooms, toast, and over easy eggs. The small black rectangle made his somehow appear unappetizing. It also made him forget about how hungry he had been on the walk over to the White Lily Diner in Toronto's Riverside neighborhood. She had been adamant that she have some alone time with her Dad, warning Iden that he can't ask to come with them. She was only just fourteen as of last month, but Emmeline knew what she wanted. “You modelling doesn't make me feel very comfortable.” Ever since they took part of a father's day photo shoot of rock stars and their children, Emmeline had grabbed the attention of different modelling agencies. Michael was ignoring it, but his daughter clearly wasn't. She had taken it upon herself to set up a meeting with an agent while they were in Toronto. “I dated some models and I know some, it doesn't sound as glamourous as it looks.”

“I know.” Emmeline almost rolled her eyes, stabbing her fork into the first fluffy waffle on her plate. “You dated mom.” Unlike her friends, Emmeline always spoke like an American when she said 'mom', 'dad', or 'soda'.

“Your mom always considered herself more of an actress.” It had nothing to do with their conversation, but Michael pointed it out anyway. They were both wrong though. Grace would have considered herself a failure when it came to the careers she dabbled in. She was always just an okay waitress even. “I would say you can try when you're eighteen if you still want to do it.” He knew he would have thrown an absolute fit if his parent's had hit him with that compromise when he was a teenager dying to break into the music business. Somehow, Michael convinced himself that the situations were different.

“It's easier to start young.” The Cinderella story of being discovered and instantly becoming a muse to a designer was just folklore. Emmeline knew she had to pay her dues in local mall runway shows and had to be photographed by amateurs first. It was work. “Kimberly Tell wants to shoot some editorial head shots while I'm here. Mom said she would talk to you about it, but I want to talk to you about it.” Emmeline had a thing about being in charge of her own life and her own destiny.

“How does Kimberly What's Her Name even know you're here?” Michael lifted his water to his mouth and asked, sounding as perplexed as he looked.

“I have a very popular video channel.” Michael always seemed to forget that. The parts of Emme's personality that her family often needed a break from, the internet encouraged. “I said I was going to be in Toronto.” Michael thought he saw fans outside the airport when they landed that looked too young to know any words to a 5 Seconds of Summer song. They were clearly there for some other person. He realized now that it was his daughter.

“I'm okay with head shots, sure.” It sounded like a fun opportunity and Michael wasn't out to try and steal Luke's title of 'Daddy No Fun'. “But I'm hesitant about the agency thing.”

“Why?” She whined through chewing her waffle.

“I know this industry, Emme. I've been in it since I was just a bit older than you. There are so many monsters in it. Really gross scuzzy people who don't have good intentions. It's the real horror movie - “

“Dad, I'm smart.” Was she Molly Irwin memorize a book in a hot minute smart? No. Emmeline did consider herself to be savvy with people though even if the truth was that she trusted anyone and had a knack for getting herself into trouble.

“I'm not worried about you being smart. I'm worried about other people and how they are.” He could navigate his daughter. He could reign her in or even put her inside a fenced area. He couldn't control advertising executives, slimy producers, or the opportunists that latched onto rising stars like leeches did feet.

As he continued to eat his brunch, he could see Emmeline pouting through each bite. She was the Queen of sad eating and had been since she was small. Grace would tell her that they weren't going to go to the toy store or they weren't going to Dad's music video set and she would pick at her food with dreamy eyes staring out the window, a tight pout that suggested she was nursing internal wounds. Many people fell prey to it, but Grace was immune.

“Let's see how your thing with this photographer here goes, okay?” He compromised with an unclear sigh. He hoped he was making the right decision. It certainly felt good when Emmeline jumped up in the booth and reached over the cups and plates to hug her Dad around the neck, thanking him twice right in his ear as she tried to squeeze him. “But your mom has to go with you.” Grace could handle a photographer. He had seen her chew out more people than he could count. It started with all the class and kindness his wife could muster only to end with her destroying what self-esteem they had. She was vicious and it was always worse when it came to her family. In another life, Michael was certain that Grace was the leader of a pride of lions.

Crammed with volatile and choking emotion, a scream shook Iden's room and brought Michael up from his butt and straight to his feet while Harriet ran off from the bother of boiling over emotions on the other side of the door. Michael had heard more than his fair share of screaming from a lifetime of playing arenas and he also was not a stranger to his daughter's dramatic cries, but this was different. This was driven by pain and powered by fear.

"Emme? Emme?" Michael leaned into the door, hand ready around the silver knob, as he tried to speak through the dark stained oak. "Emme?" She screamed again so Michael didn't look for permission, he just pushed open the door and ran to her, kneeling at the side of the bed she was sitting on the side of and clutched the sides of her legs while looking up at her with anxiety tearing through his gaze. Her skin was clammy as he felt her legs, her sweat shorts revealing her pale skin, and Michael could tell she woke up with panicked sweat all over her. She looked grey, hollow, and slick in the face as her somewhat rested eyes tried to hold in tears that were hell bent on release.

"Breathe." He coached her from the ground, inhaling loudly and conducting them both with one hand as soon as he took it from her leg. "Breathe, Emmy." Michael tried to keep her focused as she looked ready to scream again, hyperventilating and shaking from a nightmare. It was a reoccurring one that she had first on the plane over much to the flight attendant's dismay. Emmeline was in the dark in the dream and she couldn't see anything, but she was on fire and hands were grabbing at her from every direction, her hair, her chest, her hips, and her cheeks. She couldn't escape though she kept searching for a door or a light source.

Slowly, she listened to her Dad and began to take control of her own breathing. Michael put his hand on her shaking fingers that were clutching Iden's bed sheets. He noticed the tattered bruises over her knuckles, her hands that she loved so much, and Michael lost his train of thought at the sight of dried blood and infected bruises. His eyes seeked refuge away from her fingers, but only found the purple shading inside her thighs, healing from when they throbbed navy. Michael felt like he was going to be sick all over his son's bedroom floor.

Once more, he heard Emmeline take in a deep breath as if she was trying to inhale underwater and Michael found himself watching her, looking away from the new battle scars life had painted on her. She seemed to notice him this time and her face twisted with anger, not greeting him kindly before she softened completely like cream cheese left on the counter and fell in front of him on the floor and started to cry. She wasn't reaching out for him, but she also wasn't pushing him away so Michael took that as he could stay and he slouched down in front of her with exhausted eyes and rubbed her back as she weeped.

"Emmy, I'm so sorry." Through his tight throat, he managed to say over her tears. "I understand if you hate me, if you never want to see me...I hate me too." Michael was convinced he would never forgive himself.

Emmeline looked up and wiped her eyes with the crew neck of Iden's shirt that she had helped herself to, but before she could manage to say anything, Grace fled in. She had come upstairs to check on Mike and then Emme, but freaked out when she saw them both on the ground. She joined them on their knees quickly and wrapped her daughter up in her arms, Michael following suit in the other side, the three of them together again for a few minutes.

"It's okay, baby. You're home." Grace whispered into Emmeline's static mess of hair before and after kissing it. She was a natural parent somehow, despite going back and forth in whether or not she wanted kids, and Michael always loved seeing her with their two. Grace had a knack for loving them that he knew other people struggled with. Her patience with him had been shot long ago, but it ran without boundaries for Emmeline and Iden. Emmeline melted into her mothers sweatshirt covered chest, but her hand snaked through the mess of limbs and squeezed Michael's hand. It was a small gesture, but it almost made Michael fall apart harder on Iden's bedroom floor. Keeping it together barely, he held her fingers tightly and ran his thumb over the bruised bumps of her knuckles, wishing he could absorb all the pain she was feeling and lock it inside his own body.

When Emmeline felt up to it, she agreed to drink tea, but told her mother she wasn't up to eating. Both Michael and Grace suspected it was bullshit, but they couldn't be positive enough to push. Everything felt as delicate as porcelain at the moment and neither of them wanted to be the hands that broke Emme. With a plate of apple slices like Grace would give her as a kid, Emmeline sat with her cup of tea and her fluffy old cat on basement sectional. She was waiting under a blanket for her brother to come home. He didn't have a game today and all Emme felt up to doing was snuggling with him on the couch watching a movie. She would even watch one from his favourite genres, fantasy or horror. She just wanted to spend time with a person she trusted while the rest of her life sat at the side in shambles. Emmeline knew she wouldn't be in China tomorrow and she knew her agency knew that, but the rest of her life was covered in a bold black question mark drawn in permanent marker.

Next to his daughter on the couch, Michael tried to privately research pressing charges on sexual assault cases. He was feeling gutted by the statistics and facts he was scrolling through. It was almost a relief when he heard Iden arrive home, calling out from the back door to see if his mom was home. Michael pat Emmeline on the leg before heading up to greet his son. It was strange, but it felt normal for Michael to be in his old house, spending time with his own kids. It was the kind of routine he knew Grace would have loved for them to have had when they were together.

“Whoa, why are you here?” As soon as Iden spotted his Dad's hair, greasy and in need of a shower and styling, Iden backed up and asked with a crooked grin.

“Why are you here?” Michael replied back, not happy being greeted without a 'hello' or pleasant smile.

“This is my house.”

“This is my house.” It wasn't as if it wasn't true. The house was in Michael's name.

Iden didn't need any time to put the pieces of the very strange puzzle together. His sister had come home out of nowhere, his Dad was hanging out in the house he had moved out of, and Iden looked on in horror as his mom entered the room without makeup on and in her casual clothes, her cell phone in hand as she had just finished a long and heated conversation with some twit that worked at the agency in New York Emmeline was signed to. Iden wasn't sure now if he had ever seen his mother without her painted red lips on or hair perfectly blown out.

“What is happening?” Iden asked, enlarging his eyes after holding them closed for a second.

“What do you mean?” Grace asked, walking by him to rest her phone on the counter. If she didn't put it down, she would probably launch it across the room as she was still angry from her phone call. Her voice didn't hide how perturbed she felt either.

“Dad is here, Emmeline is here...” Iden turned around, keeping his eyes on his mom. She always knew what was going on. She ruled the entire family with an iron fist and always had been their eyes and ears. “Harriet is here...” He added just to be accurate.

“They're your family.” She told him as if she didn't understand what he was saying, pressing her hands flat into the cement kitchen island as Iden left his backpack on it along with his school tie that he had taken off on the way home. “Your dad just came to see Emmy,” Grace wasn't about to ruin her son's day by telling him what was going on with his older sister, his idol. She also didn't feel like it was her story to tell. She had to do right by Emmeline. “And she is downstairs. She wants to watch a movie with you.”She said she'd even watch Labyrinth with you.” It was one of Iden's favorites even though Emmeline had been making fun of it since she was old enough to babysit.

“She came all the way to Sydney from New York to watch David Bowie sing with puppets with me?” He eyed his mother up and then turned to stare down his dad who was following Grace's lead and playing dumb. Michael couldn't help, but back up when Iden tightened his eyelids and narrowly stared into the middle of his face. It seemed Iden had learned from the best when it came to showing distrust and searching a person's soul. “You guys are being weird, but whatever. Just can you pretend to not be weirdos when Mariona comes over?” He swiped at his backpack, heading downstairs to the cinema area to see his sister.

“Oh, your girlfriend can't come over!” Grace said with a jolt, raising her hands off the kitchen island she loved so much.

“Why not?” Iden knew his mom wasn't crazy about Mariona, but he also didn't take it personally because he didn't imagine his mom would ever like anyone he brought home. Grace didn't think anyone was good enough for her kids.

“Because your sister is here.” Michael knew what Grace was getting at and chimed in to help her. It was annoying to Iden though. He didn't like them parenting together. He had just become used to separate rules in the separate homes.

“Yeah, let's just hang out like a family.” Grace looked around Iden and nodded, silently thanking her ex.

“We're not a fam - “ Iden began, but was cut off when his sister walked up the stairs and joined them, wrapped up in a blanket with her empty plate in hand. Grace nearly cheered seeing that the entire apple was gone.

“She can come over.” Emmeline had heard the whole conversation, her parents trying to protect Iden from her new truth. “I want to meet her.” Emmeline shuffled past Iden and put her plate by his tie on the table, assuming her mom would clean it up like she always had since they were little. “I hear she has great skin and talks a lot.” It was all second hand information from Daphne, but it was enough for Emme to feel satiated. She knew her brother had high standards for girls. He could take anyone home, but he had never bothered to become close to someone before. Emmeline was very interested to get to know the wannabe photographer that had captured his weird and dark heart.

“Are you sure?” Michael tilted his head to his shoulder, scratching at his hairy chin and watching as Emmeline moved back to her little brother, opening up the blanket to hug him with it.

“Yes. I'm sure.” For a split second, she seemed like his daughter again. She seemed firm in what she said and a little annoyed that someone would double check. She was missing her glow and usual flare, but Michael could see that Emmeline was just down, not dead and it gave him hope that everything would work out. She would be okay. He didn't know what would become of them, but he wanted her to be alright. “Come. I want to watch your weird puppet movie. Does your girlfriend like it too?” Emmeline asked as she led her brother downstairs, the two of them closing the door behind them like nothing was wrong.

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Finished his third beer in a row, Michael felt wired by himself back at his condo. He was getting ready to go out and meet up with friends. He needed a distraction and being on his own, away from Emmeline, and away from murdering some stranger in New York, was not cutting it. His hands needed something to hold and his mind needed a story to drive it elsewhere, away from the sorrowful and twisted location it was currently living in. He cracked at his knuckles and grabbed his coat off the back of his couch to head out the door. Michael swung it open and nearly toppled over Grace, standing on the other side in her usual form: Dior red lips, cheekbones that could cut glass, curled lashes, and a skin tight black dress (this one with bell sleeves).

“Is everything okay?” Even with everything going on with their daughter, Michael was still surprised by her presence. She could do everything on her own and she loved letting him know that.

“I was just about to knock. Someone out front let me in.” A very leggy blond that was about ten years younger than her and she had been terrified that she might have just come from Michael's condo, but Grace chose to leave that to herself. “Is this a bad time? I didn't think to call.”

“It's fine.” His friends were just at a pub. They could wait. Michael stepped aside to let her in, feeling a little nervous about her seeing how he lived especially on the weekends where Iden wasn't with him. His son was more on top of cleaning that Michael was. It had been Iden who purchased the vacuum for the place after realizing his Dad didn't own one.

“I brought you some leftovers.” She reached into her large Chloe tote and pulled out a locked glass container that looked like it contained creamy pasta with spinach and sausage in it. “Emme didn't eat any, don't get excited.” She told him as she stepped out of her basic black heels and coming down to her real height.

“No, I'm excited to have your cooking.” Grace didn't shine in the kitchen, but she had a few great recipes in her arsenal. Michael had always liked her pasta especially because it reminded him of home, the sauce being very comforting in his belly. It was a meal he missed when he was on the road. “Thanks for thinking of me.” He tried to sound casual, but he was being sincere. It meant a lot. He moved into his small kitchen nook and instantly put it in the fridge. It would be great as a four in the morning snack when he was rip roaring drunk. “So, this is my place. Welcome.” Scratching at the back of his head, his keys jingling in his pocket as he moved, Michael grumbled.

“I'm not here to judge.” She assured him. Grace had already noticed the picture of him and their two kids, the video game console, the giant television, and array of guitars on the wall and in the corners. She knew it was all he really needed to be content. “I need to talk to you about Emme. I'm a little more ready to.” Well, as ready as she was going to be.

Michael led her into his living area, nervous as he had been when Emmeline came home from the hospital earlier. He sat down on the couch and moved a pair of his dirty socks so she could have a spot beside him. Grace ran her hands behind her bum and sat down, her dress as smooth as her waxed legs did.

“I'm not comfortable with putting her on a plane in a couple days and sending her back.” Grace didn't think she could ever allow it. She would spend every day worrying. “Emmeline and I talked a little bit and she is open to therapy,” It was hard for her to argue with it when it had been such a driving factor behind her brother's success with his battle against depression. “which I said was mandatory if she wanted to return to Manhattan,” Michael nodded along, signaling that he was on the same page. “Obviously, you can say 'no', but I think you should go back with her.”

“Me?” He was public enemy number one to Emmeline. Well, he had been until Ted Garry swooped in and took the crown for himself. Emmy wasn't a big fan of her mother these days, but she could keep cordial with Grace. It was Michael who got the drunk messages and screaming phone calls.

“I talked to some agent there that she's worked with and the woman was a real twat,” It didn't matter how long Grace had been living in a gated community in Sydney. She still had Southside LA running through her veins. She still had to call a spade a spade. “I tried to explain to her that Emmeline was very sick and was dealing with trauma and she went on about how Emme knows that there is a million other girls who would take her place in a heartbeat. I told her that we were forbidding her from working with Ted Garry, but this woman told me how he just booked her for a bunch of jobs and that Emmeline would be penalized if she didn't take them – like this fucking bitch - “ Grace could see that the more she boiled, the more amused Michael was, so she stopped herself in order to cool off. “I think you could go and be her manager.”

“Her manager? Grace, I have - “

She wasn't hearing it. Grace held up her palm and cut him off, “You've navigated this industry before, I never could.” It was one of her many regrets. “I'm not saying give up your career, I know you and the guys have a commitments and other bands you're working with, but just for a little bit so she can be better protected and set up over there.”

“I think you'd be better.” Through a sigh, he tried to argue. “She likes you more, you scare people better than I do, and you've been managed Emmeline since she was born.”

“Trying to.” They both were. “I think it would be easier for Iden if I stayed and I think you need the comfort of being there with her.” Grace had him there and they both knew it. “Emmeline might not admit it, but she needs you right now, Michael.” Choking on air as her eyes became glossy, Grace turned her face away from him. She didn't want to beg, she didn't want to seem weak. “I can go that's no problem and Iden can stay with you, but I think having you as her manager, checking out the people she works with, making sure she eats, I think that could only do good.” Over the years, Grace had been lenient with their daughter. She let her drink as long as it with people that she had met. She let Emmeline express herself with clothes that weren't always the most appropriate. Hell, she encouraged her trying to become a working model. It was Michael who tried to put up boundaries for Emmeline. He was the one always telling her to look before she crossed the street.

“I'll think about it.” Michael gave in, already knowing his ex was right. “Give me a couple days.” He didn't know when Emme was leaving yet, he just knew she wasn't going to be headed to China anymore.

“I'll call you tomorrow.” Grace patted under her eyes, ridding them of tears, and stood up quickly. Michael followed suit, looking down at his feet and already trying to figure out what to do. “Michael?” From the door, Grace called for him while stepping back into her shoes. He lifted up his head at the first sound of her voice and peeled open his eyes like a deer in oncoming headlights. “Thank you for today. It was nice to have you there in the house.” She nodded, not sure if it was appropriate to say so or not. Saying the wrong thing had never stopped Grace before though. “And I know Emmeline loved it.”

“It was nice for me too.” Even if he was there for the worst reason imaginable.

“Have a good night.” She smiled and turned to the door, adjusting her bag over her elbow before staring to let herself out. “Don't fuck any bimbos.” She whispered under her breath, unaware that Michael heard her clear jealousy.

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This has been brewing in the back of my mind for awhile. I know I wrote a different Jurassic!Tom thing - and I promise I’ll get back to it eventually. Actor!Tom getting to the island and getting to Jurassic World in all it’s bloody glory is definitely a thing that needs to happen. But then there’s this, the story that pops into my head every time I try to rewatch any of the films in the Jurassic Park franchise. [If you’ve followed me for any length of time you know it’s a franchise I cannot escape.]

Whatever happened to Tim and Lexi Murphy?

It is a crossing of the streams because I face/name cast TWH in the story (and the more I thought about it the more I adopted Brie Larson as the face-cast for Lex). And I can’t elaborate further on the concept cause spoilers. Or, rather, I won’t... cause spoilers.

Here's the thing about being hunted by 150 kilogram, 2 meter tall (on average, meaning the ones that he remembers really could have been much much bigger) killing machines: you never really get over it. Especially when said incident occurs when you've yet to achieve years beyond your adolescence, and have what some might consider a ‘healthy’ imagination.

Therapy, bought with the best the family blood money can buy, can work wonders in terms of reducing the night terrors and – ahem – the bed wetting. (Not that we all don't accidentally wet the bed when we’re younger!) By all accounts the little boy that went to that island never reappeared. He went to the island to ooh and aaah over the creatures he’d dreamt about, and ended up spending the rest of his youth and part of his adulthood wishing he could forget.

Begrudgingly, he follows the script. All the while he’s keeping a tally of what the man sitting opposite is hearing, what this man is falling for. Aren’t they supposed to be on guard? Only hiring the best?

“Dinosaurs have been a part of my life for a very long time.”

True.

“I have worked hard to get to be here today, and would love to become part of your organization.”

Also true, in a roundabout way.

“This is a dream job, for me.”

Mostly true, if one overlooks the fact that sometimes the dreams are, in fact, nightmares.

“It is very nice to meet you, too. My name is Tom.”

Lie. But if he gave his real name he’d never have gotten in the door.

Thanks to Lexi’s in-your-face campaign tactics, if he claimed his family ties he never would have managed to set foot on company property.

Somehow, his need to escape what had happened to them all those years ago on Isla Nublar had played right into Lexi’s plans. Nevermind the fact that it had taken him years and years for the nightmares resulting from their brush with death to leave him – she said jump and now here he sits, staring at the steel reinforced gunmetal door, knowing all too well what horrors lurk beyond.

Rows of teeth, and claws, and a cold mercilessness.

For about 15 years – no, more than that – he lived free of his grandfather’s bloody legacy. Changing his name and moving and moving (and moving again) until he had finally found something resembling a normal life. He was able to just be plain old Tommy H - chosen because something stripped down and close to the truth was easier to remember than something completely fabricated - and study and do what he wanted. Experience thrills and joys and heartache without being the little boy that survived the carnage.

He never knew how people were going to react when they found out his true identity, and somehow they always did. Some squinted at him in disbelief, and were cruel in their assumptions. Some were wide eyed and awestruck, wanting to pamper and question and coo.

He hated that the most.

He should have just left it well enough alone after seeing the message from her in his inbox. He should have put two and two together and definitely shouldn’t have picked up the latest of his burner phones when she called. Conversations with her always ended up giving him a headache.

And now his tea has gone cold, too.

“How better to prevent it from happening to someone else, Tim---“

“That’s not my name anymore, Lex.” He interjects.

Alexis’ laugh comes over the line, pausing her persuasion for only a moment. “It’s always been your name, you ninny.” He doesn’t bother asking how she got his number, just accepted that she found him and listened to what she had to say. His caution over only communicating with her from public locations and internet cafes had barely slowed her down. She is a hacker, after all. “We have to stop them.”

Them. The corporation that had stolen their grandfather’s dream – as flawed as it already was – and turned it into something worse. If John Hammond’s sin was dreaming, INGEN’s sin was bringing that dream to life and convincing the awed public that it was safe.

“Then stop them,” He counters, knowing deep down that his sister has already recruited him, despite his reservations. “Hack in and freeze their funds or something. Shut down their entire system.” Admittedly it’s a silly thing to say. He knows she’s done that, or tried to do that already, but he can’t help drag his feet, grasping at anything he can.

“Oh what a good idea!” She deadpans a response, “Because they’re not running a contained system. And even when I got someone inside, they observed fail-safes in place to try to prevent another Nublar incident from happening.”

The reference to their own horrible experience on the island makes the hair on the back on his neck stand on end. Add to that the fact that he can hear keystrokes and suddenly feels the need to pay for his cold tea and crepes and start running. He won’t get far, he knows it, but still, the urge is there.

Better to get in the practice now before something worse than his sister is chasing him.

“So why send me? If you’ve already got a man inside? Why send in your brother?” He’s got that one last card to play. Appeal to her sense of family.

“It didn’t work out.”

She doesn’t elaborate.

He swallows hard during the brief silence that follows. There’s a sign somewhere that has been updated to say – 0 days since our last incident. Groaning, he leans forward to bury his face in his free hand. “Let me guess. Did he get eaten?”

“Would you quit stalling and pay? This van eats gas like none other.”

He stands up, peering through the restaurant’s large windows, quickly spotting the van across the street. It’s an easy enough task. It’s the only larger vehicle idling at the curb.

She’s been waiting for him this entire time. Was there ever an option for him to say no?

Her plan has kept him from sleeping, pretty much at all, for the past week. He doesn’t like it, not one bit.

We need somebody in there we can trust – she said.

Once again it makes him wonder who she had sent in before, and just how much information they had managed to feed her before all communication stopped. Poor fool. What had she promised them? What was worth their life?

I need eyes on to figure out how bad it really is – she said.

And this plan is supposed to manage that, is it? Why can’t she go? Isn’t that eyes on enough?

Nobody will suspect a thing, everything will be fine – she said.

Fine? Nothing about his life has been ‘fine’ for a very long time. He might have been fine once, a long long time ago. Some days he thinks he’s even getting close to good and then reality comes back and smacks him in the face to remind him who he is, who his family is, and what they’ve done to the world.

See if they’ll station you in Kenya – she said.

Kenya? It would be nice to go back. He traveled there, and a number of other places around the world while he was trying to run from his past. He was an adventure junkie for awhile. After what happened to them, not much scared him. But the idea that they’ve taken the creatures off the islands? That contributes substantially to his sleeplessness. Hadn’t they learned anything? Is there a limit to their hubris?

I keep seeing it mentioned but everyone is distracted by the shiny pretty park – she said. The shiny, pretty park that was built basically over-top of the blood that had shed there so many years ago. And mentioned? Mentioned where?

Damn her.

He stuck to the script she’d given him and just like she predicted they welcomed him to the fold with open arms.

And assigned him to the one place he vowed he would never again go.

He has to whisper-scream at her in the closet of the hotel room near the airport. “I hate this! I hate islands. And heights. And electricity. And everything modern. And dinosaurs. And you!”

“No you don’t. Have fun!”

Fuming, he pockets his phone, doing his best to ignore his sister’s chipper sign-off and the sinking feeling that she’s sending him in to be her spy cause she wants to know what it’s like to be an only child.

Of course she lied about being able to hack the place. He’s sitting at his desk typing away like a good little worker bee when her black and white message appears on his screen.

He stares at the screen, a bit stunned. The anger belatedly strikes and starts to warm him, moving him to respond to his sister. Because of course she was able to hack in. Makes him wonder why the hell he’s on this damned island?! And then he realizes the command she’s given him. He’s gotta find Grady. Grady, as in…

That Grady. The one that lives off in some little space separate from the rest, versus the provided barracks. The staff falls into two categories wherein it pertains to Owen. They either think he’s crazy brave or just plain crazy.

Her two word reply has him glaring at the computer screen long enough for someone to notice and ask him who peed in his cereal this morning.

Lexi wants him to find Owen, the ex-navy-something-that-nobody-can-give-a-straight-answer-to, Grady. Rumors abound as to what, exactly, Grady did while serving in the United States Navy. Finding Grady isn’t a problem, per se. He’s either out at his place or over with his team, training with the animals.

Everyone here calls them animals. Like they’re a pack of llamas or something.

Even thinking about it sends a shudder through him. That’s the problem. If he goes to find Grady, odds are the man won’t be at home. Working with those creatures daily?

He can still hear the sounds their claws made on the tiled kitchen floor. The way they called to each other as they hunted him. Him and ---

He waits but she doesn’t respond. Oh she saw his response. She’s just choosing to be annoying about it because she’s off somewhere safe and he’s here. Here in the new place that is just as safe as it ever was, despite all the fancy tech and the walls and the gates and shit that makes people think everything is A-OK when it isn’t.

It’s not unusual, so it doesn’t cause much of a stir when he simply stands there outside the perimeter of the viewing area unable to move a foot further. It unfailingly draws a crowd of staffers, the drills that they run with the raptors. Nobody really pays much mind to the few that freeze up and can’t do anything but watch from a distance. Some don’t even manage that. Most are mesmerized by the precision. Most never had nightmares of the click of claws on tile, or the calls echoing in the confined space. Most don’t understand what it means to be hunted, afraid for their lives.

“Come on up, Tom! You’ve gotta see this!”

He can barely unclench his hands and they want him to climb up the risers for the view down into the pit? He can hear them. That’s more than enough. Up? Never gonna happen.

Nobody has asked about the scars that traverse the upper portion of his palms, but he hasn’t gone about advertising them either. He used to make up outlandish sports injuries, accidents that happens during daring adventures. Standing here, on the same ground where he received the jolt to the system all those years ago, he can’t think of anything but the truth: I was climbing an electric fence, fleeing for my life.

Lexi would kill him if he blew his cover, even if it was her tell-all – released after their grandfather’s passing – that revealed every horrible detail of what had happened to them during those horrible few days.

It’s really a miracle they haven’t figure out who he is all on their own. Do people really change all that much from their adolescent years onward? Surely they’ve got some computer generated estimation of his appearance floating around out there. It’s INGEN for fuck’s sake. They probably have a 3D model or cloned copy of him shoved in a closet somewhere.

It’s only as everyone is leaving, heading home for the wind-down after a long long day, that he’s able to begin to unclench his fingers. There’s little to no feeling on the places where the fence sent the current coursing through his system. He’s almost forgotten what his hands looked like before.

“Smart to be afraid of them.”

Tom flinches, hard, at the passing comment offered to him. It’s meant as a kindness, and he’s somewhat grateful for it, but he’s also tempted to snort out a jaded laugh in response: Don’t I know it. Better not. Better to be on guard whenever he’s around Grady. Owen is always watching, always appraising. If anyone could figure him out... Tom continues trying to flex feeling back into his fingers as he turns to acknowledge the statement, and the man speaking it.

“Just don’t let them know it.”

“Oh, I’m,” Tom swallows what little saliva he has in his mouth as he shakes his head. Remember what normal feels like? Be normal. Act normal. “I’m good. Never plan on getting that close...” Ever. Again.

Where Tom has spent the day indoors, Owen has been out in the sun, out doing his job - training the ‘animals’. Why is he on Lexi’s radar? He loves his job. Loves the raptors.

Owen squints at him, the setting sun casting the world in an yellow-orange hues. “Why are you here, then?”

Very good question.

He’s kept himself updated through the years. Only a fool would remain ignorant, even if the subject matter induced night terrors that left him in a cold sweat. His sense of wonder never really left. It just got diluted by trauma and a strong sense of self preservation.

Unlike most of his coworkers, he doesn’t take advantage of the behind the scenes access to the creatures.

Nope. Nuh-uh. Been there, done that, got the scars to prove it.

Even shielded by the pretty pretty presentation provided for the public he still feels it, that deep sense of wrongness. Even when he accidentally stumbles upon a vet transporting an ill adolescent brachiosaur, Lexi’s favorite veggie-sauruses, it’s there.

Don’t get to comfortable – a quiet voice within whispers – be ready for what comes next.

While he waits for the next set of orders from Lexi he continues to question and probe the others to find out what happened to the last rube she duped into cooperating. Apparently there are no answers to be had. Everyone is either holding to one hell of a gag order, or they still don’t trust him – still view him as an outsider.

It helps that Grady seems to like him, extending invitations to the training facility to observe – that he continues to politely decline now that familiarity has been established – and out for drinking and cards and stories at the shack when the weather holds. They sweat, and drink, talk and laugh, and little by little he learns things about the team working to keep the park in working order – things Lexi can’t find out sifting through the servers.

But alcohol loosens lips. After spending so long listening to others he finally starts to share, too, finding himself wanting to be part of the unit.

“I remember,” he mutters, tasting the bitter hops from his beer on his lips, “back what it was like before. You remember – you guys remember what it was like going to a zoo?”

Grady nods lightly, “Before a theme park full of dinosaurs became a thing. When did seeing a T-Rex become boring?”

“Exactly! Man I used to love going to the zoo. I mean. Nothing like seeing lions, or elephants, or gazelle in a natural preserve on their indigenous continent… But then dinosaurs! Man. That blew my mind when I first heard.”

Echoes of his sentiment bubble up around their little group -- Same, man! Same.

Distracted by memory, Tom smiles at the middle distance, chuckling intermittently, “I had all these books. Drove my sister nuts with facts. I was... I was convinced it was the best thing I’d ever heard of. Dinosaurs! In the flesh.”

“So what changed?”

Grady’s words snap him back, blinking, from the long-unexamined edges of his memory where the fragments of little boy he once was remain. Too late he realizes what he’s done. Too late he senses the danger of participating in the conversation. Because it hadn’t been a conversation, not with Grady there, more like an interrogation, a trap, and he’s stepped neatly into the middle of the snare.

He swallows, giving himself a few more seconds to figure out what to say. “I grew up.” He gives what he hopes is a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. It is an excuse that would track... save for the fact that most of the others sitting there nursing their own drinks also had the same obsession when they were younger. For them, it translated into a career path that led them to the park.

The others don’t seem to give his statement a second thought. They’re too busy drinking and offering up their own accounts of favorite dinosaurs, past and present. His problem is Grady, who doesn’t immediately laugh like the rest and offer up his own answer. Surprisingly, not the creatures he works with on a daily basis, but the trikes.

It’s the same message he’s sent his sister for the past three days.

Still no answer.

He wouldn’t put it past Lex to give him the silent treatment. Always was like that when she wasn’t getting her way. You were either with her, or against her, and fuck you if you were against her.

So far nobody has come to arrest him. Every drill makes him sweat. Every security gate he has to pass through makes him flinch. One day the doors won’t open and he’ll know exactly why.

Curious that Owen hasn’t blown the whistle on him. He’s certainly not going to bring it up, just on the off chance his paranoia has overwhelmed his rational brain and Grady doesn’t know.

“Two more days.” He promises himself, “Two more - and then I’m out.” People quit their jobs all the time. There’s always a way out. Some are just easier than others.

Turns out he waited a day longer than he should have.

He doesn’t bother packing a bag in preparation for getting the hell off the island. Stuff? He doesn’t need the few pieces of clothing he’s amassed in the attempt to blend in with the rest of the staff. He’ll just get up and walk right out of the life he spent the past few months building. With any luck he’ll be miles away before the sun has risen, well beyond anyone’s reach by the time they figure out anything’s wrong.

He feels a small twinge of guilt over the potential worry he’ll cause. Will there be a manhunt? An investigation into his disappearance? Will he just become a statistic, one of many lost to the island.

Lex? Lex will find him eventually. Or he’ll reach out, once he figures she’s regained her calm again.

For a moment he had considered staying out drinking one last time. Talk and laugh with these people who risk theirs lives daily and don’t even really seem conscious of that fact. But then reason had won out. Easier to travel without having to battle a hangover.

As he enters his efficiency for the last time he reviews everything for tomorrow. The name of the boat: the Zafiro, the name of the captain and the outrageous sum he’s being paid and...

He’s over the threshold when he realizes something is wrong, the door shutting behind him. Someone is in the room. He’s in the middle of tossing his keys on the side-table as his body reacts, seizing for a moment and sending his keys wildly into the wall only to drop behind the table and down to the floor.

He remembers all-too-well the feeling of an electric shock. The popping noise that happens, and the way your muscles jump as a result. This shock is similar, though it hurts a great deal less.

“Jesus! What the fu---”

“Listen here you little shit!” Lexi stalks towards him, one hand clenched into a ball at her side, the other extended, her pointer finger aimed at him.

“Lex! What the hell?!” He gives his head a shake, “What are you doing here?”

She doesn’t stop until she’s close enough to shove her fist into his chest. Hard. “Making sure my little brother doesn’t fuck up the plan. Are you happy now? We’re both here.”

His jaw keeps trying to drop open of it’s own accord. He reaches up to rub absently at the spot on his chest where she punched him. Great. Fabulous. Now what? It doesn’t necessarily mess up his exit...

But how did she get here? How did she get in? Actually, in terms of acquired skills, breaking and entering doesn’t surprise him in the least. So - yea - she can figure out her own damn way off the island. As to how he feels at the moment? He releases a long breath, returning her glare as he kneels down to begin the search for his keys. “Ecstatic.”

She continues to berate him as he blindly gropes beneath the table, carpet the only thing greeting his fingertips, but he isn’t really listening. Now the lack of replies make sense. She had been on her way here. One mention that he thinks someone figured out his identity and she packs up... to do what?

He doesn’t get to ask her. A hard knock on his door precedes it bursting inward, followed by four members of security and lots more yelling.

Oh right. Every inch of the park, staff dwellings included, is monitored.

All jeeps aren’t bad. They’re spacious, and reliable... it’s just keeps here that he has a problem with. Jeeps on this damn island. Particularly decked out jeeps, as though the additional safety features are going to make a damned bit of difference. Metal bends, glass breaks, and then hello there claws and jaws.

He was one sleep away from getting on a boat. He was just one night away from putting Isla Nublar behind him, which is right where it belonged.

It’s a small comfort that his hands remain unbound while his sister’s are zip-tied together at the wrists. She sits with her hands in her lap, calm as anything, which only makes him glare harder at her out of the corner of his eye. Big surprise her silence was considered hostile. It was just because he couldn’t provide a halfway decent answer that he’s going along for a ride as well.

Talented lot of spies they are. He begins mentally reevaluating his estimations of Lexi’s breaking and entering skills. Couldn’t she have interrupted the security feed or something? If she had, security wouldn’t have known about her presence and wouldn’t have further identified his room as the one she targeted once gaining access to the staff compound.

The radio crackles to life:

“This is control. Put out a park wide alert for--”

Neither the driver nor the guard in the passenger seat had moved a muscle but the message had cut off. Halfway through.

Is this a warning about Lexi? Surely this unit had reported in that they’d apprehended her and were already headed back. Which means...

“Control?” The guard in the passenger’s seat is on his headset, “Control come in? Please repeat. You cut off, please repeat.”

Not good. Oh this is so very not good. In the seat next to him he feels Lexi tense up, too.

Something is Happening in the park and once again they are here to bear witness.

The worst four words he ever could have heard the guard say, causing every hair on his body to stand on end: Asset out of containment.

So they left them. All four of the security guards had left them to help establish a perimeter while the ACU did their thing.

“I really, really hate this island.” Alone in the jeep again - because leaving the Murphy siblings alone in a vehicle is a thing that happens, apparently - they feel free to talk to one another once more... even if begrudgingly.

Lex rolls her eyes at him, “I. Know. Will you shut up about it already?”

He returns fire with an eye-roll of his own. “Why? This all apart of your genius plan? Getting arrested?”

“Detained.”

“And left, locked in--” he leans forward to peer over the back of the driver’s seat at the steering wheel column. No keys. “--an abandoned vehicle, while it’s more than likely there are dinosaurs loose out there again? Cause I just can’t see the upside to that plan.”

She’s only half listening to him, frowning down at her zip-tied wrists and how she’s connected to the seat restraint. “Uh-huh... Hate, hate, hate.” Then she looks up, turning her neck to look sidelong at him as she shifts her hands the few inches that she’s able. “When you’re done, mind hot-wiring the car so we can get the hell out of here?”

With a measure of uncertainty he stares at the wires now protruding from the steering wheel column. Even with her seat belt unbuckled Lexi could only reach as far as the back of the seats in front of her, which meant the task fell to him. Leaning forward as far as she could gave her a great vantage point from which to snark out orders - but not much more.

Shame he couldn’t find something to snip the zip ties with and cut his sister loose.

Hunched over and perplexed - no, not hesitant that he would once again feel a jolt to the system, this time only as strong as the vehicle’s battery - is how Grady finds him... and yes, the rap on the driver’s side window did nearly give him a heart attack.

As he opens the driver’s side door Owen raises his eyebrows, first at Tim, and then over Tim’s shoulder to Lexi. Snorting out a breath of air he looks back at Tim, giving a small shake of his head as he waves him over into the passenger’s seat.

As the car gains another occupant - one that smells strongly of... gasoline?? - Owen deftly picking up the hanging wires and resuming the task where Tim left off, Owen offers the siblings a weary smile, “Damn. You two and this island really don’t mix.”

Ha! Tim glances back at Lexi, triumphant. He knew Grady knew. Grinning, despite Lexi’s exaggerated eyeroll, he turns back to the man currently trying to spark the vehicle to life. “How long have you known?”

“With 100% certainly, all of two seconds. Before that? I knew something was off for maybe - maybe a few weeks.”

Lex shoves her knee into the back of the passenger’s seat, thereby into Tim’s back, “See? Everything was fine! I was so close to breaking through to the Kenyan files, too.”

Moments before the jeep roars to life Owen scowls, “Kenyan files?”

With a way to safety - to get to the control compound quickly, at least - nobody cares much to delve further into the plan that went to shit.

Tim braces his hands on the dashboard as the jeep lurches forward and they pick up speed. They’re going much too fast, considering the terrain, but knowing that’s at stake -- probably not fast enough. It’s tempting to squeeze his eyes shut and pretend he’s somewhere else. Anywhere else. Damn he really doesn’t want to die on Isla Nublar - in a car or from something worse. Dimly, he feels Lexi giving his shoulder a squeeze.

"Okay?”

He swallows to wet his throat, “Yea. Just - let’s keep out of the treetops?” He shakes his head to clear the threat of flashbacks. “And no scaling any electric fences. I just want off this island. If we can just do that, I don’t much care how...”

Owen emits a hollow laugh, “After what I just saw? You’re probably going to regret you said that.”

[And simply cause my brain has fully accepted Brie and Tom as the siblings Murphy, here are more headcanons with accompanying gifs of the pair of them and their longstanding - and ongoing - history with INGEN and dinoaurs.]

re: the time and devotion towards rectifying the family name... even if it didna go so well for them this time around. You just know the pair won’t leave it alone. Too much is invested. And it wort of seems like fate that they’re gonna end up CHOMPed by some sort of creature with too-many-teeth

Lex “You know I’m starting to have a bad feeling about this” Murphy and Tim “I don’t like the look you’re giving me cause this was your plan and it’s too damn late to turn back now” Murphy, after they’ve successfully acquired the files pertaining to INGEN and the site in Kenya

And we all know how well things turn out one they get to the African continent.

Infiltrating the site in Kenya wasn’t off the table. His cover never officially got blown. Grady knew who he really was, but The Incident at Jurassic World interrupted a deep dive into why, exactly, one of the Murphy siblings was found on the island. The security officers that logged the initial discovery of Lex Murphy breaking into the staff compounds never filed subsequent reports, and she wasn’t listed among the survivors that fled on the cruise ships once order was restored.

You’d think someone would learn that dinosaurs and man were never meant to mix. Profits are too tempting, perhaps. And the desire to say: Look what I can do!

Eventually the world will have enough of all the running, and screaming, and bloodshed ... right?

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• A 3K word story might well be done in some caffeine-and-nicotine-fuelled 36 hour session, and at the end of it, there’ll be a few passes of editing required, but I basically have a polished draft. – Hal Duncan • Actually caffeine is too hard on my system. I’m a delicate boy from Plano, Texas. – John Benjamin Hickey • Always drink at least 8 ounces of water or a sugar-free decaffeinated beverage with every meal or snack. If you are a heavy caffeine user, gradually reduce caffeine intake to zero whenever possible. – Barry Sears • Americans are used to being pandered to and spoon-fed everything. In a culture that needs caffeine-free cherry chocolate diet Coke, you’d best deliver information with entertainment. – Bill Maher • Anyone who doubts that caffeine is a drug should read some of the prose composed under its influence. – Anne Fadiman

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It goes back to authors being terrible people who delight in the suffering of others. Plus, we get a kickback from the caffeine industry. – Brandon Sanderson • Caffeine dehydrates the body and speeds up the aging of the skin and kidneys. – Ann Louise Gittleman • Caffeine dehydrates the brain and body. – Daniel Amen • Caffeine gives me hope. Sometimes, when I brew my wicked strong Irish black tea just perfect, about halfway through the mug I feel a clear and overwhelming feeling of optimism. It didn’t surprise me when a study a few years ago implied that suicide was much less likely among coffee and tea drinkers. – John Vanderslice • Caffeine helps a lot. That and a certain amount of isolation. – Patrick Rothfuss • Caffeine is like a really attractive girl that has nothing to say. You get all jacked up on it and then you’re left feeling hollow and empty. – Adam Levine • Caffeine is my shepherd; I shall not doze. It maketh me to wake in green pastures: It leadeth me beyond the sleeping masses. It restoreth my buzz. – Bob Phillips • Caffeine. The gateway drug. – Eddie Vedder • Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair. And the green freedom of a cockatoo Upon a rug mingle to dissipate The holy hush of ancient sacrifice – Wallace Stevens • Couldn’t start the morning without caffeine. – Ginnifer Goodwin • Diet Coke does not contain nasty chemicals. It contains lovely and delicious carbonation, caffeine, and aspartame. What’s unnatural about that? – Meg Cabot • Doing something does not require discipline. It creates its own discipline – with a little help from caffeine. – Annie Dillard • Drink it,” I told her. “It’s good for what ails you. Caffeine and sugar. I don’t drink it, so I ran over to your house and stole the expensive stuff in your freezer. It shouldn’t be that bad. Samuel told me to make it strong and pour sugar into it. It should taste sort of like bitter syrup.” She gave me a smile smile, then a bigger one, and plugged her nose before she drank it down in one gulp. “Next time,” she said in a hoarse voice, “I make the coffee. – Patricia Briggs • Either the kid was naturally hyper or he was hopped up on enough caffeine to give a heart attack to a water buffalo. – Rick Riordan • Fitness has always been a big part of my life, so I train twice a day, every day, as I always have done, but also eating very healthfully. I don’t eat sugar, I don’t have caffeine, I don’t eat wheat – I look after my body outside and inside. It’s just a part of who I’ve always been. – Neil Jackson • For a successful strategy session, keep the food light, the lights bright, and drink caffeine all night. – Mike Brown • For me, if I get up and don’t meditate and don’t eat something before having caffeine, I go from 0 to 10 on the stress scale. – Gabrielle Bernstein • Heaven knows that alcohol is the worst thing in the world, but it’s debatable whether cocaine is worse than caffeine or whether it’s the same thing and they just changed the name. – Merle Haggard • I am running on fumes, so it’s time to get centered again. I start with eating healthier and cutting out caffeine – at least cutting back on caffeine. I exercise and get outside to play. I reconnect with my spiritual practice, which is daily meditation and prayer. Most importantly, I reconnect with my family and friends. If all else fails, a few deep breaths. – Amber Valletta • I can’t wake up at all without caffeine. – Andrew Rannells • I don’t have the time to devote to circles or covens. I have to fit things in when and where I can, in stolen moments and cups of coffee. Stirring clockwise to conjure. Widdershins to banish. There’s never enough time, and rarely enough caffeine, but I make do with what I have. Besides, cauldrons and pointy hats are overrated. Sometimes I see other customers practicing. Pouring their cream and sugar with studied intent. Stirring with purpose. I add an extra spoonful of sugar to my own coffee for them, to make all of our enchantments sweeter. – Erin Morgenstern • I don’t have hardly any caffeine, I don’t drink alcohol and I watch my red meat intake. My diet at the minute seems to be verging towards the vegetarian, which is surprising me because I tend to just listen to what my body is fancying. – Jayne Middlemiss • I don’t know where my ideas come from. I will admit, however, that one key ingredient is caffeine. I get a couple cups of coffee into me and weird things just start to happen. – Gary Larson • I don’t usually drink caffeine so that when I need it, it actually does something. – Anna Kendrick • I drink booze, I smoke, and I’m hooked on caffeine. I actually have been known to swear at times and belch and even raise my voice when provoked. And I’m not physically repressed! – Helena Bonham Carter • i drink caffeine” she said calmly “lot’s of it gives you pep – Ally Carter • I drink mate every day during training camp, and just in general. It’s packed full of vitamins and nutrients and a lot of B vitamins that you would normally get from meat. The caffeine in there affects me less and it’s more like a stimulant. I can drink more of it and it’s hydrating as well. It’s one of my favorite drinks, especially on a cold morning. – Chris Algieri • I love cranberry juice, but I’m not a coffee drinker – as a Mormon, I avoid caffeine. – Donny Osmond • I love Starbucks. Maybe thats a bit sad. But I definitely need my caffeine. Its what gets me out of bed in the morning. – Nikki Sixx • I ordered a soda – caffeine-free, low sodium, no artificial flavors. They brought me a glass of water. – Robert E. Murray • I still encourage anyone who feels at all compelled to write to do so. I just try to warn people who hope to get published that publication is not all it is cracked up to be. But writing is. Writing has so much to give, so much to teach, so many surprises. That thing you had to force yourself to do – the actual act of writing – turns out to be the best part. It’s like discovering that while you thought you needed the tea ceremony for the caffeine, what you really needed was the tea ceremony. The act of writing turns out to be its own reward. – Anne Lamott • I take them 8 to 80, dumb, crippled, and crazy. Crisp and clean with no caffeine, and a pair of spandex or either tight jeans. – Big Daddy Kane • I think I’ve reduced the amount of blood in my caffeine system to an acceptable level. – Alastair Reynolds • I try to stay sane and grounded by hunkering down, eating right, and exercising. I make a routine of spin class, yoga, and Pilates, places I push my body so hard I can lose my mind. Cutting out caffeine and sugar, being mindful, and getting enough rest are important. – Jaime Murray • I used to drink tons of caffeine. Now I make smoothies with frozen berries and Green Vibrance health powder. – Leighton Meester • I used to smoke cigarettes, ten a day, but gave up when I was 28. Now my vice is several cups of coffee a day, which isn’t great if you’re prone to weak bones as I am, as caffeine can leach calcium. – Britt Ekland • I want vasopressin, washed caffeine, Jumpstart, ginkgo biloba, guarana, and any intelligence enhancer introduced in the last five years. – Warren Ellis • I would drink gallons of coffee a day. Even now, off caffeine, I talk faster than anyone you’ve ever met. I finally recognized that I’m naturally amped up. But when I quit I was worried that I would never write again. It was like anyone who’s kicked a habit. I was in a blanket shivering, trying to kick the horse. – Nathan Englander • I would love to think there is a direct relationship between coffee and genius, but they’ve done studies, and if anything, caffeine probably makes you a little less creative. – Eric Weiner • I’d listen to things that felt really good in the moment and realize they were clouded by enthusiasm or caffeine. And things that I was struggling to get out ended up being really compelling. It’s an emotional roller coaster; there’s exhilaration and there’s shame. – Annie E. Clark • If they took all the drugs, nicotine, alcohol and caffeine off the market for six days, they’d have to bring out the tanks to control you. – Dick Gregory • If you want to have a nonmiraculous day, I suggest that newspaper and caffeine form the crux of your morning regimen. Listen to the morning news while you’re in the shower, read the headlines as you are walking out the door, make sure you’re keeping tabs on everything: the wars, the economy, the gossip, the natural disasters. . . But if you want the day ahead to be full of miracles, then spend some time each morning with God. – Marianne Williamson • If you want to understand a society, take a good look at the drugs it uses. And what can this tell you about American culture? Well, look at the drugs we use. Except for pharmaceutical poison, there are essentially only two drugs that Western civilization tolerates: Caffeine from Monday to Friday to energize you enough to make you a productive member of society, and alcohol from Friday to Monday to keep you too stupid to figure out the prison that you are living in. – Bill Hicks • I’m a really skinny guy, I’m real tall, and I have a very high metabolism, so if I drink anything with caffeine in it, it makes me have an anxiety attack. So I can’t do coffee, or cola, or coffee ice cream, or any of those things. They make me feel like I’m going berserk. – Mark Hosler • I’m active even on bad days; it’s tough to pin me down. People ask me if I’m a morning or night person. I’m an all-the-time person. I like drinking coffee, but I do it with lots of milk because my energy levels are high even without caffeine. You could call me Obelix, except I don’t have a belly. – Bipasha Basu • Interesting choice,” Sullivan said. He slid his gaze over to Paul, who was drumming his fingers on the table in a manic, caffeine-inspired way and blinking a lot. Paul wasn’t out-and-out singing along with the king of the dead, but he might as well have put out a big neon sign saying “How’s My Driving? Ask Me About My Nerves: 1-800-WIG-N-OUT.” –James – Maggie Stiefvater • Is my music indicative of a caffeine-surged green liquid? Probably not. – Alan Palomo • It’s all I have left in my life, caffeine and a poodle. – Brad Garrett • It’s the fine balance of caffeine and alcohol that bookends my days – Tim Minchin • Marijuana is not not harmful, but is the least harmful psychoactive substance that we have, with the possible exception of caffeine. – Maia Szalavitz • My major vice is sarcasm with a side of caffeine addiction. – Rosemary Clement-Moore • Never drink diet soda. It shows you have no nerve. Only drink real colas, caffeine-packed energy drinks, or vitamin water. Hate champagne because that’s what everyone expects you to love. Energy drinks are the best party drinks. You never get tired, you never get a hangover, and you can make fun of all the loaded people who think they’re clever but are really acting stupid. – Paris Hilton • Never had a cup of coffee in my life. Dr Pepper is my caffeine delivery system of choice. – Steven Soderbergh • Once I had a potentially heart attack-inducing eight double espressos in one day. I think my assistant secretly swaps my coffees for decaf as she doesn’t want me to die of caffeine overdose. – Steven Soderbergh • One of the things that’s interesting to me is I find things like caffeine and stunts actually relax me. When they’re putting a bit of gel on my arm and lighting me on fire, or when I’m about to go into a high-speed car chase or rev a motorcycle up pretty fast, I find everything else around me slows down. – Nicolas Cage • People often say that writing is ten percent inspiration and ninety percent perspiration. This is nonsense, of course. It’s pretty much one hundred percent caffeine. – Caprice Crane • Rebus was eating breakfast in the canteen and wishing there was more caffeine in the coffee, or more coffee in the coffee come to that. – Ian Rankin • Recently I quit caffeine. My doctor seems to think that 17 Diet Cokes per day is too much. In case you ever consider getting off caffeine yourself, let me explain the process. You begin by sitting motionlessly in a desk chair. Then you just keep doing that forever because life has no meaning. – Scott Adams • Rewards can deliver a short-term boost—just as a jolt of caffeine can keep you cranking for a few more hours. But the effect wears off—and, worse, can reduce a person’s longer-term motivation to continue the project. – Daniel H. Pink • Settle down, pup. I ain’t had my caffeine yet.” – Sundown – Sherrilyn Kenyon • Sleep is just a good idea. I bow to the god caffeine. – Jo-Ann Mapson • Sleep is just a symptom of caffeine lack – Herman Friele • Sleep: a poor substitute for caffeine! – Wallace Shawn • So I forcibly shove aside my prickles of pissed-off, which is easier than it sounds when millions of little sequined caffeine dancers are doing their big Broadway number on your internal stage. – Deb Caletti • Sometimes you have good days, and sometimes you have bad days. It really depends on how much caffeine you’ve had. – Chris Colfer • Starbucks says they are going to start putting religious quotes on cups. The very first one will say, ‘Jesus! This cup is expensive!’ – Conan O’Brien • Stop,” I said. “Please do not further endorken yourself to me. You have great hair and a car that is most fly, and you have just saved me with your mad ninja driving skills, so do not sully your heroic hottie image in my mind by further reciting your nerdy scholastic agenda. Don’t tell me what you’re studying, Steve, tell me what’s in your soul. What haunts you?” And he was like, “Dude, you need to cut back on the caffeine. – Christopher Moore • Sugar and caffeine. My willpower crumbled. – Rick Riordan • Tai chi is the one exercise that can universally help solve our growing health crisis. It has stood the test of thousands of years. We have a generation of baby boomers with increasing health problems; old people who are sick, in pain, fearful, and cranky; a middle class that is increasingly incapable of affording most of the drugs that are prescribed for their ailments; children that are flaccid, diabetic and asthmatic. People of all ages are addicted to drugs, alcohol, sugar, cigarettes, and caffeine. Stress follows almost everyone like a shadow. – Bruce Frantzis • There are a couple of homeopathic things that can be done, but you can’t really beat good rest and lots of water. That’s the honest truth. Making sure I’m well-rested and hydrated makes a big difference. Warm water and honey is a go-to, I don’t really drink tea unless it’s absolutely organic, because otherwise the caffeine will dry my voice out for some reason. – Miguel • There are two things that I cannot live without: music and books. Caffeine isn’t dignified enough to qualify. – Carlos Ruiz Zafon • There is no such thing as sleep deprivation, there is only caffeine deficiency. – Richard Simmons • This coffee falls into your stomach, and straightway there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move like the battalions of the Grand Army of the battlefield, and the battle takes place. Things remembered arrive at full gallop, ensuing to the wind. The light cavalry of comparisons deliver a magnificent deploying charge, the artillery of logic hurry up with their train and ammunition, the shafts of with start up like sharpshooters. Similes arise, the paper is covered with ink; for the struggle commences and is concluded with torrents of black water, just as a battle with powder. – Honore de Balzac • Those fruity drinks better have a lot of caffeine in them or I’ll never make it through World Issues. – Lisi Harrison • To develop intuition, one of the things you can do is pay attention to what you eat. Eat as clean a diet as you can. Eat fresh fruits and vegetables without preservatives, without alcohol, caffeine, dyes, and organically grown if possible. But do what is comfortable for your. Don’t try to shift into a lifestyle that doesn’t fit, but be aware that the lighter you eat the lighter you will feel. – Gary Zukav • We have too many poisons in our diets now, like sugar and caffeine. – Jasmine Guinness • We’re machines for turning caffeine into physics – Nima Arkani-Hamed • Widespread caffeine use explains a lot about the twentieth century. – Greg Egan • You can never have too much coffee”, I said He turned and smiled at me. “You think so, but the rest of us get a little OD’ed on your level of caffeine. – Laurell K. Hamilton

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