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Medieval Castle, the outside of the building says above the main doors.

Some place for a center of operations for Sister Ober and her Swiss Guard stooges.

At least they gave Beth a black maternity dress, something she can actually fit in, and had a bag with her other clothes (and Yorick's letter) in it for her to take back.

Maybe they're not monsters, like Sister Ober said, but Beth can't make herself feel all that thankful.

It looks like morning's coming, and she's finally getting a chance to feel that lack of easy, undisturbed sleep.

Date: 2006-07-15 08:03 am (UTC)
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Pack back on, hat and belongings returned, Hero looks around at the outside of the place. So it wasn't some fucking torture place after all, and a memory makes her laugh bitterly.

"I recognize this place now. Yorick dragged us here on a family vacation when we were kids."

Yeah, that little shit: he always got what he wanted. Always. Mom and Dad always liked you best, you little dick.

What the fuck the nun and her bodyguards are doing using this place as a makeshift lab... she has no idea about that. Still, it seems so fucking fitting. So fitting. Maybe if she'd paid more attention when their family was a family, she might have remembered, but there's no use crying over the past.

"It's not a real castle... it's a goddamn magician's theme restaurant."

Yorick. Everything always comes back to him.

Date: 2006-07-15 08:16 am (UTC)
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"Huh." Beth's closer to the bike than she is, but even from her vantage point she can tell it's a nice nice vehicle in great shape and she bets it even has a full tank of gas.

Not bad. On the other hand, she really doesn't want to be beholden to these Church bitches for anything. Still...

"Beats another hundred miles of riding bareback, I guess." Of course, that's something Beth couldn't do now at this stage in her pregnancy; it'd probably make her go into early labor. The morning's light is still a ways away, but even in the pre-dawn dimness she can make out that this is going to be a hell of a ride. Yeah, way better than horseback. Way better than going on foot.

She wishes she'd had one of these in the early days of the plague when she tried to get from Boston to DC. That feels like so goddamn long ago, she can barely remember it. She only knows that the image of Joe -- dead in her arms, blood spewing out from his eyes and nose and mouth -- never left her alone that whole fucking trip.

Date: 2006-07-15 08:29 am (UTC)
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"Do you want to come with me?"

It's not really a calculated risk.

But then again, it is. There's been so much rejection. Still, she has to ask.

Date: 2006-07-15 08:36 am (UTC)
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"I'm headed to Kansas to deliver..."

Yeah, well. There's only so much she can give up.

"...something to a couple of my brother's scientist friends. They're good people. Smart people."

Beth's smart, too. If the situations had been reversed and she'd been the one on that examining table, she's not sure she'd have been able to handle herself with anything remotely resembling a modicum of decent behavior. No, she'd have been kicking and screaming the whole goddamn time.

"You should tag along."

She should definitely tag along. She's been to Kansas before and if nothing else, she could really use the company.

Date: 2006-07-15 08:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Excuses: she's heard them all. "You're gonna need medical care sooner or later, right? And you don't want to give birth to your baby alone, like some animal in a cave, do you?"

Those are good arguments, she thinks. She knows. There's a pause: Hero does have something else to offer, to sweeten the pot so to speak.

[She'll never forget what she saw. She'll never trust you. She's an enemy, Hero. An enemy. You know what we have to do to enemies, right? Liberate them from the hold and sway the inferior species still holds over them.]

Fuck off, Victoria.

"Besides, if anything happens along the way, I'm a licensed EMT, so--"

Date: 2006-07-15 08:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh, yeah, that. It had to come up and it's better that it happened sooner instead of later.

"Ah, right. Listen, I... I don't have any defense for my past."

Who does? And really, neither of them knows shit about the other one. All she really knows is that her fucking dog of a brother got this Beth knocked up and then sent her a kiss-off letter. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't still struggling with some of the awful shit I've done."

She takes a deep breath and hopes it never becomes the ordinary and accepted thing to be hated because of past mistakes.

"I understand if you and your... your girl don't want to be around that."

Date: 2006-07-15 09:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
It's maybe the first time she's smiled in a fuck of a long time. "You're talking to the smallest bladder in the west, sister."

Turning the key in the engine, the motorcycle starts up with a catlike hiss and purr: yeah, it's a really nice bike. Just like she thought, nicest ride she's had in a long, long time. Her feet are thankful. Her legs are thankful. Shit, even her ass is thankful: it's a great change of pace.

She watches as Beth nears the sidecar. "Hey, you started thinking of names yet?"

Date: 2006-07-15 09:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yeah, right.

Ophelia. Juliet. Cordelia. Shit, they're better than Hamlet or Troilus or Lear.

"Ugh, please." Headlights illuminate the road ahead of them; they start driving east into the promise of sunrise.

"I always liked your name, though. What about Beth Junior?"

Date: 2006-07-15 09:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Dust kicks up in great swirls behind them as Hero revs the engine and they get the fuck away from the nun, from the... who are they? Swiss Guard? those cunts in armor? and from the chick with the ultrasound machine. The less time spent here, the better.

She laughs at Beth's question. "It's our world now, mamacita." Roaring off down the road, she tests the speed of this goddamn puppy; it doesn't even hesitate before it kicks into overdrive and screams down the empty highway.

"We can be whatever the fuck we want."

Amen to that, all you women out there. A-fucking-men to that.


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