Back in the Future, Day 120

At the Longfellow's Inn; New London, Britannia:

Ms. Dvorak (to Charles): Excuse me, young man. Is Miss Persephone about?

Charles (to Ms. Dvorak): I can certainly check, miss. May I ask who is calling?

Ms. Dvorak (to Charles): Oh, aren't you a sweet & proper young man! I'm Ms. Dvorak, I'm an old friend of the family, specifically her Aunt Poppy.

Charles (to Ms. Dvorak): Thank you, Ms. Dvorak. I'll see if she's available. Please have a seat. May I get you anything?

Ms. Dvorak (to Charles): A cup of tea with a spot of whiskey to keep the chill off would be just heavenly, dear.

Charles (to Ms. Dvorak): Very good. I'll be back with it straight away.

Ms. Dvorak (to Charles): Thank you, dear.

A few minutes later, in the kitchen:

Charles (to Persephone): Miss Persephone? There's a Ms. Dvorak here to see you. She said she's an old friend of Mrs. Potter.

Persephone (to Charles): Really? ... I wonder what that old battleaxe wants. It's never good. Last time she complained about the toughness of the steak, all the while stuffing her bag with biscuits. If she wasn't such an old friend of my aunt's, I'm sure Da would have banned her by now.

Charles (to Persephone): Should I give her an extra shot of whiskey to make her a little more sociable?

Persephone (to Charles): That's not such a bad idea. Tell her I'll be right out. Oh! And, keep an eye on the cutlery.

Charles (to Persephone): Hee hee. Of course.

A moment later, in the dining area:

Charles (to Ms. Dvorak): I'm very sorry to keep you waiting, Ms. Dvorak. Let me get that place setting out of your way. Persephone will be right out.

Ms. Dvorak (to Charles): Thank you... Hmmm, you're one of Smith's lads, aren't you? I think I've seen you in Liverpool skulking about the docks. You don't mean trouble for the Longfellows, do you?

Charles (to Ms. Dvorak): Of course not! I'm... I'm not with the Smith Gang any longer. I owe the Longfellow family a great debt. I would never, EVER do anything to make trouble for them.

Ms. Dvorak (to Charles): That's very good to hear... Hmmm, you're not the Turner boy, by any chance, are you?

Charles (to Ms. Dvorak): How do you know who I am?

Ms. Dvorak (to Charles): It's my business to know things, dear. You best be careful. Smith's not very happy with you. You might want to give back whatever it is you took with you when you ran off. He'll probably leave you alone, then... Probably.

Charles (to Ms. Dvorak): I can't, Ms. Dvorak. And I know it's only a matter of time before he finds me... I promise I won't be here when he does.

Ms. Dvorak (to Charles): Dear boy, that's not what I'm saying. Here's my address. Come round the house, sometime & I'll help you out of this pickle.

Persephone (to Ms. Dvorak): Ms. Dvorak! Hello! What can I do for you?

Charles (to Ms. Dvorak & Persephone): I do hope you ladies will excuse me. I really should see to the kitchen. Ms. Dvorak, it was a pleasure.

Ms. Dvorak (to Persephone): Persephone dear, no need to feign your delight to see me. I'm an old woman, not an idiot. I've come to find out about the young CLANNG officer that had been sniffing around. Is he back? (to Charles) Please, remember what I told you, young man.

Persephone (to Ms. Dvorak): Lieutenant Kingsley? No, not yet. But, I believe he'll be returning soon. He's no longer with them, by the by.

Ms. Dvorak (to Persephone): ... A leopard does not change his shorts, my dear. He may not be with CLANNG any longer, but that's no reason to trust him.

Persephone (to Ms. Dvorak): I think you mean spots, ma'am.

Ms. Dvorak (to Persephone): Don't play stupid, young lady. You know what I meant. When he comes a-calling, I would very much like to be informed. I have some questions for him. Will you please send someone to fetch me if he makes an appearance?

Persephone (to Ms. Dvorak): Oh, alright. I will.

Ms. Dvorak (to Persephone): You're not just saying that to humor me, are you, dear?

Persephone (to Ms. Dvorak): No, no. I promise I will let you know as soon as he shows up.

Ms. Dvorak (to Persephone): Thank you. Now, I really should be going. It was nice seeing you. Give my regards to your parents.

Persephone (to Ms. Dvorak): I will. Goodbye, Ms. Dvorak.

A moment later, in the kitchen:

Persephone: Oooo, that woman is so infuriating. (to Charles) I'm sorry, Charles... What can I help you with?

Charles (to Persephone): Oh! Miss Persephone! I... Yes. Of course. Could you get the stew started, please?

Persephone (to Charles): Sure... What's wrong, Charles? Did the old bat rattle you? She does that.

Charles (to Persephone): ... She did. I'm sorry.

Persephone (to Charles): It's alright. Do you need to take a moment to collect yourself?

Charles (to Persephone): Yes, please. She said... It appears that the Smith Gang is looking for me. I'm not sure I should... I may have to leave.

Persephone (to Charles): Don't be silly, Charles. You belong here.

Charles (to Persephone): I don't want to cause trouble for your family, Miss Persephone.

Persephone (to Charles): You're part of the family now, Charles... And, we protect our own.

Charles (to Persephone): ... Thank you. I don't think I'll ever be able to properly express my gratitude. I apologize for getting upset.

Persephone (to Charles): You're allowed to get upset, Charles... Here, If you'll excuse me for being so forward. You look like you could use a hug.

Charles (to Persephone): Oh! Th-thank you.

A moment later:

Persephone (to Charles): Um... Are you going to let go any time soon, Charles? I kinda need to stir the stew.

Charles (to Persephone): Oh! I'm.. Excuse me. I'm sorry.

Persephone (to Charles): Heehee, it's okay.

A short time later, at Aiden's house; New London, Britannia:

Mrs. Esterly (to Aiden): Here you are, Master Aiden.

Aiden (to Mrs. Esterly): Oh? What's this, Mrs. Esterly?

Mrs. Esterly (to Aiden): A cup of tea and some headache powders. No need to pretend that you're not hungover, dear.

Aiden (to Mrs. Esterly): Heh... I never could hide things from you. Thank you.

Mrs. Esterly (to Aiden): Hee hee. And yet you still try. Nathaniel is making the tea. So why were you out drinking by yourself, dear?

Aiden (to Mrs. Esterly): It wasn't my intention when I went out yesterday. However, I ran into Roland and a cohort of his outside the Diogenes club. He apparently, was quite dismayed to see me alive... On the plus side, the blacklisting has been rescinded. I'm sure that will be a great relief to many of the agents on the other side. I'll have to get up with Victor at some point & pass on the good news.

Mrs. Esterly (to Aiden): Roland always was an idiot.

Aiden (to Mrs. Esterly): Heh. Thank you, Mrs. Esterly. With but a few words, you have made me feel infinitely better.

Mrs. Esterly (to Aiden): Hee hee. Of course, dear. I suppose we should prep ourselves for a visit from your father then.

Aiden (to Mrs. Esterly): Really? Should Nate & I go out of town for a bit? :-P

Mrs. Esterly (to Aiden): Well, that's up to you dear. Hee. If you don't want to see your father, I certainly wouldn't blame you.

Aiden (to Mrs. Esterly): No, it'll be fine... I'm sure he'll simply voice what a disappointment I am & then go on his not so merry way.

Mrs. Esterly (to Aiden): I expect we'll see him around supper. I'll start a lamb roast. Don't worry, dear. We'll keep Nathaniel out of his way.

Aiden (to Mrs. Esterly): Thank you... This is exactly why I wanted to stay on the other side with Nate. So, we could avoid this sort of thing. I hate having to hide my relationship with him. I'm not ashamed. I just don't want to lose everything... I feel like such a coward.

Mrs. Esterly (to Aiden): And you shouldn't have to, dear. There are times I really don't care for your father… If you do want to tell him, I don't think now would be a good time for Nathaniel. He's a bit distressed by this whole situation, and your father can be a trial even at the best of times.

Aiden (to Mrs. Esterly): You're right. I should probably go talk to Nate & let him know what's going on. I don't want him stumbling down into this family drama unawares.

Mrs. Esterly (to Aiden): Of course. Come here, dear. I know it's silly of me, but I always thought of you and your brothers as my own. And all I want is for you to be happy. Such a pity about Roland, isn't it?

Aiden (to Mrs. Esterly): Heh. Thank you, Mrs. Esterly... And, I've always thought of you quite fondly, as well.

Mrs. Esterly (to Aiden): I know you have, dear. Hee hee. You've always been a bit of a soft touch, haven't you?

Aiden (to Mrs. Esterly): I'm not sure that's something you should tell young men... Even, if it's a true, Mrs. Esterly.

Mrs. Esterly (to Aiden): Hee hee. Sorry, dear. If you'll excuse me, I have to go roust Nathaniel out of my kitchen and cook a bloody lamb shank.

Aiden (to Mrs. Esterly): Of course.

A few moments later:

Mrs. Esterly (to Nathaniel): ... And don't make me tell you twice, young man!

Nathaniel (to Mrs. Esterly): Alright! Alright! Jesus!

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Got yourself exiled from the kitchen, huh?

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Yeah. Mrs. Esterly is kind of a tyrant, you know?

Aiden (to Nathaniel): When it comes to the kitchen, yes... Um, I need to tell you something, Nate.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Oh. That doesn't sound good. Oh god... What happened? Is everyone OK?

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Everything is alright. It's just that there's a very good chance that my father will be making an appearance this evening...

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Oh. Oh! Shit. Are you alright?

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Yes, it's just that Roland probably told our father that I was back in town, so he'll probably stop by. You may want to make yourself scarce... I hate to ask but I don't want you caught up in this family drama.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Oh. Yeah. Of course. Heh. Somehow, I don't think your dad and I are gonna get along. Um... Where should I go?

Aiden (to Nathaniel): You could hang out on the second floor or perhaps Mrs. Esterly would let you stay in her apartment. Or you could visit Persephone at the inn, if you feel like getting out and about.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Oh... Yeah. Um, I guess I should probably get outta the house before I go weird, huh? Weirder.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Heh. Probably... I believe tonight's special at the inn is Beef Stew. It's always quite delicious.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Yeah... I think I can handle that. You gonna be alright having to deal with your dad?

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Yes. He'll more than likely talk at me for an hour. Praise Mrs. Esterly for her cooking & invite her to work for him again at the family home. She'll say no. We'll have dessert & then he'll leave.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Gee. Sounds like fun. You sure you don't want me to hang out? You could tell him I'm the new stable boy. :-P

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Heh... Very funny. We don't have a stable here. Besides, do you really want to meet my father?

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Wait. So stable boy ISN'T a euphemism for a rich person's live-in lover? Heh. I'm just kidding. I wanna do whatever's gonna make this easier for you. Shit's complicated enough right now.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Head to the inn & I'll come get you after my father has left. I'll make it up to you later. I promise.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Fuck yeah, you will. Gimme a kiss. I'll see you soon, alright? I love you.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): I love you, too.

Meanwhile, at Mouse & Eep's house, West Piedmont:

Gabriel (to Eep): Dad! DAD! So... if SOMEone found, oh.. a lizard. Just.. hangin' out and stuff. Would that someone be able to keep the lizard?

Eep (to Gabriel): Where did you find a lizard, Gabe?

Gabriel (to Eep): ... Outside… while I was playing. Under th... BESIDE the stairs. He's really cool! He has a bright blue tail!

Eep (to Gabriel): What has your mother told you about playing under the stairs? It's not nice to keep a wild animal as a pet. They don't like it.

Gabriel (to Eep): ... She says not to because it's dirty and there's bugs. Which is silly because the bugs are the best part! 

Eep (to Gabriel): How about we take a bunch of pictures of the lizard instead, and then we let him go?

Gabriel (to Eep): I guess we could take some pictures... if I can't keep him. And name him Steve. And have him live in an aquarium. And feeds him bugs. From.. not under the stairs.

Eep (to Gabriel): Do you remember what happened when we went to visit your grandpa, and he let you catch all those lizards and put them in a tank? None of them would eat and we had to let them go before they all starved.

A couple hours later, at the Longfellow Inn; New London, Britannia:

Sylvester (to Persephone): Good afternoon, Miss Longfellow! Am I too early for dinner?

Persephone (to Sylvester): Dinner's not quite ready, Lieuten-- Mister Kingsley, but it shouldn't be too long. Have a seat. I'll get you a drink.

Sylvester (to Persephone): Thank you.

A few minutes later, in the kitchen:

Nathaniel (to Persephone): Hey, um, Persephone? Is it OK if I, um, hang out here for a little bit?

Persephone (to Nathaniel): Sure it is, Nate... I'm in the middle of getting dinner out so I'm a little busy. Pull up a stool or grab an apron.

Nathaniel (to Persephone): Need a hand?

Persephone (to Nathaniel): Oh, that would be great. Thank you! We've got a packed house tonight. If you could bring this food out to the 2 tables by the windows & then help me with the cooking. Da & Charles have their hands full at the bar.

Nathaniel (to Persephone): Yeah. No problem. You guys are fucking busy, huh? Be right back.

Persephone (to Nathaniel): Yeah, there was a football match, earlier. We always get the hooligans in afterwards... Da loves it.

A moment later, in the dining area:

Charles (to Nathaniel): Mr. Jones?! What on earth are you doing here?

Nathaniel (to Charles): Hey, Chuck! At the moment? Waiting tables. 

Charles (to Nathaniel): That is NOT my name.

Sylvester (to Charles): Excuse me, Mister Turner. Could I get another pint of Bitters?

Nathaniel (to Sylvester & Charles): Holy fucking god...

Sylvester (to Nathaniel): I beg your pardon, young sir.

Charles (to Nathaniel): Mr. Jones! (to Sylvester) I am terribly sorry, Mr. Kingsley. He's new. I'll get you another pint in just a moment.

Sylvester (to Charles): It's alright, Mister Turner. I'll go back to my table. (to Nathaniel) I am very sorry for startling you.

Charles (to Nathaniel): Come on!

Nathaniel (to Sylvester & Charles): Yeah...

A moment later, in the kitchen:

Charles (to Nathaniel): What on earth is wrong with you, Mr. Jones? You can't use that kind of language in front of the customers! Although, I don't think this crowd will notice much. Or care. (to Persephone) Please keep him in the kitchen, miss.

Persephone (to Charles): Oh, alright…  (to Nathaniel) Nate, what happened? Are you okay?

Nathaniel (to Persephone): What? Oh. Sorry. It's just... One of the customers out there looked... He looked just like--like Tim.

Persephone (to Nathaniel): Tim?

Nathaniel (to Persephone): … My ex-boyfriend. He was, um, he was murdered a little while ago. ...Christ. Sorry. Uh...what do you need me to do?

Persephone (to Nathaniel): Oh, I'm sorry, Nate... If you can stir that pot while I finish these pies... Did no one tell you about the doubles?

Nathaniel (to Persephone): No. I knew about it. I, um, I ran into Aiden's double. I think. I know it wasn't Tim. He was older, for one. It was just... It was just a shock. I'm alright.

Persephone (to Nathaniel): ... Oh. Heehee. Sorry, I was distracted by the thought of two Aidens. :-P It looks like we should be slowing down now & be able to eat something ourselves.

Nathaniel (to Persephone): He wasn't much like Aiden. I mean, not other than visually... Which is REALLY fucking distracting now that you point it out.

Persephone (to Nathaniel): Bloody hell, can you imagine two of him? ... Oh, sorry.

Nathaniel (to Persephone): Heh. Yes. With distinct fucking clarity. :-P

Persephone (to Nathaniel): Heehee... You've got a nice smile, Nate. You should think about doing that more often. Here, have some stew.

Nathaniel (to Persephone): Oh. Um... Thanks. I'm trying, you know? And thanks for the stew. Smells good.

Persephone (to Nathaniel): I'm glad to hear it... It's nice to see you happy.

Nathaniel (to Persephone): Yeah. Again, fucking trying. Be easier if Hiiri would stop fucking me in the goddamn ear for whatever fucking reason.

Persephone (to Nathaniel): I certainly understand that... So, what brings you here? I can't imagine you actually wanting to come & help. :-p

Nathaniel (to Persephone): Aiden figured his dad was gonna stop by to give him a hard time for not being dead.

Persephone (to Nathaniel): Oh, Mister Wilkes is a bit of a bear... Well, I was trying to think of something nice to say but I'm drawing a blank.

Nathaniel (to Persephone): Heh. Yeah. That's kind of the impression I got. And honestly, it was nice to have something to fucking do.

Persephone (to Nathaniel): Well, I'm grateful for the help. Any time you feel the urge, you're more than welcome.

Nathaniel (to Persephone): Heh. Don't fucking tempt me.

Persephone (to Nathaniel): Heehee. 

In the dining area:

Sylvester (to Charles): Mister Turner, do you think it's safe for me to go ask Miss Longfellow to go for a stroll around the pond?

Charles (to Sylvester): I'm sure I don't know, Mister Kingsley. Please excuse me. I have work to do.

Ms. Dvorak (to Sylvester): Don't look so sad, dear. I'll go for a walk with you... Or more to the point, you'll be coming with me.

Sylvester (to Ms. Dvorak): Well, judging by the size of the weapon you're holding, I don't have much of a choice, do I?

Ms. Dvorak (to Sylvester): No, you don't, dear. Come with me.

A short time later, in the kitchen:

Persephone (to Charles): How's the front looking, Charles? We've got everything caught up back here.

Charles(to Persephone): Everything is under control, Miss Persephone. It's just the late night lingerers now. We've got another hour or two before they start singing, I think. Do you need help with the dishes, Miss? I think Mr. Longfellow has everything under control.

Persephone (to Charles): I wouldn't mind the help with the dishes... (to Nathaniel) Unless you want to help? :-p

Nathaniel (to Persephone): Sure. What else am I doing? (to Charles) Shove over, Chuck.

Persephone (to Charles): He's just saying that to be funny, Charles. (to Nathaniel) Nate, he prefers Charles.

Charles (to Persephone): He knows, Miss Persephone. Unfortunately, I am quite familiar with Mr. Jones's sense of humor.

Nathaniel (to Persephone): Heh. I was the one who found him in a crate on Victor's ship. (to Charles) Wasn't I, Chuck? 

Aiden (to Nathaniel, Persephone & Charles): There you are! Hello, Mister Turner, Persephone. Are you ready to head home, Nate?

Persephone (to Aiden): Oh hello, Aiden. Have you come to take your wayward lover home?

Aiden (to Persephone): You could say that.

Charles (to Aiden): Nice to see you again, Mr. Wilkes. If you're able, will you please collect Mr. Jones? He's been swearing at our customers.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Heh. And driving Chuck crazy. Hey! How're you holding up?

Charles (to Aiden, Nathaniel & Persephone): Yes. There is that.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): As fine as can be expected. (to Persephone) Thank you for keeping Nate occupied for a bit, Seph.

Persephone (to Aiden & Nathaniel): It was our pleasure. Now, go! Get out of here, you two. And, let me & Charles get this place in put back in order.

Aiden (to Persephone): Heh. Yes, ma'am.

Nathaniel (to Persephone): Thanks again, Seph. If you need help, lemme know. What the fuck else am I doing worth while?

Persephone (to Nathaniel): Heh. I can think a few things you could be doing but I don't want upset the other two. ;-p (to Aiden) Heehee, the look on your face is absolutely priceless.

Nathaniel (to Persephone): Ha ha ha! Oh. Oh shit! (to Aiden) Come on. Let's get outta here. I don't like the way Chuck is eyeballing the knives.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): After you. (to Persephone & Charles) Good night to you both!

A moment later:

Persephone: Well, that was something... (to Charles) Is there a bottle of Da's booze around here?

Charles (to Persephone): I'm sure there is, miss, but are you sure you don't want something more, um... We have sherry and wine here in the kitchen.

Persephone (to Charles): A glass of wine will have to do... I don't want to end up blind, just so that I can forget for a bit. Besides, Da's booze is awful.

Charles (to Persephone): I'm sure he'll... I'm afraid it is. Sit down, Miss Persephone. Allow me to get that for you… Here you are. Are you alright?

Persephone (to Charles): I'm just being a sappy girl. You don't want to hear about it.

Charles (to Persephone): I'm sorry, Miss Persephone. I know it doesn't mean very much, but I think very highly of you.

Persephone (to Charles): It actually means a lot, Charles. Thank you.

Charles (to Persephone): You're very welcome. I'm going to help your father finish cleaning the front. You may leave the rest of the kitchen to me. I'm sorry I was rude to Mr. Kingsley. I just... I don't trust him very much. No matter how much he claims to have reformed.

Persephone (to Charles): It's alright. I don't really trust him, either... I just kinda miss being someone's sweetheart. I'll take care of the kitchen, it'll be a good distraction.

Charles (to Persephone): Yes, Miss. It's... I hope you don't mind my saying so, but I find it quite unlikely you'll stay sweetheart free for long. And I should think you can do a good deal better than a two-faced CLANNG lieutenant. ... Good night, Miss.

Persephone (to Charles): ... Good night, Charles.

Back in the Future, Day 119

At the Old Piedmont Inn, West Piedmont:

Ariadne (to Fiona): Fiona? Are you awake?

A short time later:

Winchester (to Ariadne): How's the little firebug?

Ariadne (to Winchester): Not as good as I would like. She lost a lot of blood before I got to her. It's all up to her, now. She seemed pretty sure this was it for her. If she doesn't want to fight, it might as well be.

Winchester (to Ariadne): Can I go see her?

Ariadne (to Winchester): She's still unconscious, but if you just want to peek in, it should be okay.

Winchester (to Ariadne): Thank you.

A moment later:

Winchester (to Fiona): Fire-- Fiona, if you don't fight this & come back to us... I'm going to be seriously disappointed in you. I once saw you take on three CLANNG soldiers twice your size with a broken wrist, a knife & your wits. If you can do that, you can certainly survive a measly disemboweling... Um, Just get better. Okay?

A couple minutes later:

Winchester (to Ariadne): Thank you, Hari.

Ariadne (to Winchester): No worries. Oh! Fiona said that her report is at the rendezvous point in case she isn't able to talk. Can you go get it? I'm sure Poppy will want to see it.

Winchester (to Ariadne): Yes, of course... And, speaking of remembrances of things past. You have a visitor in the containment area. She claims to be an agent of your mother's... However, you know protocol.

Ariadne (to Winchester): Oh... yes, thanks.

Fiona (to Ariadne & Winchester): God's hairy balls... How's a girl supposed to die in peace with you two blathering...

Ariadne (to Fiona): You're not dying.

Winchester (to Fiona): It's about time you woke up, firebug.

Fiona (to Ariadne): Go get me a gun and a bottle of whiskey and I can fix that... (to Winchester) Fox. Thought I smelled perfume.

Winchester (to Fiona): Good, my plan worked! I thought it would offend your sensibilities enough to wake up.

Ariadne (to Fiona): After the four hours of surgery & all the nice stitching I did on you, I'm not going to let you simply kill yourself. It would be an absolute waste of some marvelous work. I'm going to take pictures & frame them in my office.

Fiona (to Ariadne): Won't that be lovely? I'm sure I'm... fucking hell! I'm right as rain. Here... Get all this shite out've me. (to Winchester) Don't stand there with your thumb up your arse, Chess... Help me get up.

Ariadne (to Fiona): No... You need to rest. You only feel right as rain because I've got you pumped full of pain meds.

Winchester (to Fiona): You are a seriously aggravating woman! You were on Death's Door a few short hours ago. Listen to Hari, you stubborn idiot! I am not helping you get up. So, just bloody well lay there or I'll shoot you myself!

Fiona (to Winchester): Stubborn idiot? No need... No need to call names. I... Bloody hell. Don't think I've got much choice about laying here...

Ariadne (to Fiona): Good… (to Winchester & Fiona) I'll leave you two alone. Chess, don't stay too long. She needs her rest.

Winchester (to Ariadne): Of course. (to Fiona) So, what happened, firebug? You finally found something you couldn't blow up?

Fiona (to Winchester): I got sloppy. Didn't stick to the plan. If I had gone with the explosions, I wouldn't be here, hogging all the gauze... I fucked up, Chess. Stupid, damn rookie move. The doctor should've let me finish bleeding out... knew I couldn't get close enough to the monster... should've just blown it ALL up, like I planned. Could've ended it all. But instead I wanted to come back... Stupid, soft rookie move...

Winchester (to Fiona): Fire-- Fi, you clearly didn't want to bleed out or you wouldn't have called her in the first place. We all have made mistakes. Some more than others. But, you are very good at what you do & I'm, well, I'm quite glad you made it back. Hiiri get you or was it one of her minions?

Fiona (to Winchester): A minion? I'm not THAT soft, Fox... Guess who survived the base bombing and is back at Hiiri's heels?

Winchester (to Fiona): ... Miss Starling or Carver?

Fiona (to Winchester): Didn't see Starling, but I'll bet she's about... Carver. He's twice as ugly, but only bout half as fast... Lucky me.

Winchester (to Fiona): Well, that's definitely good to know... Blast! It's not going to be fun to tell Miss Poppy about this in her present state. Perhaps, we should all play dead for a bit? :-P

Fiona (to Winchester): Heh... Oh. God fucking in hell, laughing hurts...

Winchester (to Fiona): Sorry... I should go anyway and let you get your rest.

Fiona (to Winchester): Nothing to be sorry about, Fox. I'm the fool who got herself opened up... Don't suppose I could convince you to sneak me a bottle, could I?

Winchester (to Fiona): I think I could arrange that. Um, strange question... How long were you awake before you spoke up?

Fiona (to Winchester): ... Not long. You know I can't keep my trap closed. Why? You weren't mewling over me, were you? Holding my hand and confessing your darkest sins to your dying comrade? Heh... Oh fucking hell...

Winchester (to Fiona): Heh. Not at all. I simply expressed my disappointment, if you let yourself die. I'd save my darkest sins for when you're awake. Otherwise, where would the fun in confessing be?

Fiona (to Winchester): Always had more fun doing the sinning than the confessing, personally...

Winchester (to Fiona): Well, get better quickly. It's no fun sinnin' by yourself, firebug. Now, get some rest. I'll come by later... with a bottle.

Fiona (to Winchester): Good man. Knew I liked you with good reason...

Meanwhile, onboard the Airship Holden:

Carver (to Starling): There you are, Miss Starling. We've been looking... for you. We did worry you were sent away, miss.

Starling (to Carver): I'm sorry to have caused you & Miss Hiiri distress, sir. Professor Maladori showed me the error of my ways.

Carver (to Starling): We are...confused, Miss.

Starling (to Carver): I wanted to keep you all to myself, sir... That's why I didn't tell Miss Hiiri that you were alive or where to find you, sir. But, your injuries were too much for me to care for & one of the doctors that I brought to you, informed her where to find you.

Carver (to Starling): We understand, miss. Our mistress can be...demanding. Thank you for saving us, miss.

Starling (to Carver): You are very welcome, sir.

Carver (to Starling): We hope to return the favor some day, miss.

A few hours later, at Aiden's house; New London, Britannia:

Mrs. Esterly (to Nathaniel): Nathaniel, dear, if you don't stop pacing, you're going to wear a hole in our rug. Come here. Sit down, and hold this for me.

Nathaniel (to Mrs. Esterly): What am I...?

Mrs. Esterly (to Nathaniel): You are holding that yarn until I can wind it into a ball instead of fretting about Aiden. He'll be fine, dear.

Nathaniel (to Mrs. Esterly): Heh. Yeah. I know.

Mrs. Esterly (to Nathaniel): You do realize that he was a spy, don't you? Hee hee hee. I'm quite sure he can handle going into town alone. I'm surprised you didn't want to go with him. It's a gorgeous day, and going for a walk with your young man would be a MUCH nicer way to spend the afternoon than sitting inside helping an old woman with her knitting. I think Master Aiden was a bit disappointed you didn't go with him.

Nathaniel (to Mrs. Esterly): I know. But won't he get in trouble if he's seen out with a guy, and all?

Mrs. Esterly (to Nathaniel): It is true that his father wouldn't approve, but *I'm* certainly not going to call on him to start gossiping about his son's love life. Good heavens. The idea! Hee. And we may not be as civic minded as your home in some ways, but it's not as though we don't have bachelor uncles and maiden aunts here in New London, if you catch my meaning. You two would be fine. So what is the real reason you don't want to go outside, dear?

Nathaniel (to Mrs. Esterly): Oh. Um, I guess it's because Hiiri has been... She's been watching me. And watching me through some of the worst things I've ever had to go through. And then she used it against me. And Aiden. I--I guess I'm feeling kind of...

Mrs. Esterly (to Nathaniel): It's alright, dear. I understand. Come on. Now that I have my yarn sorted, help me make a nice tea.

Meanwhile, at the Old Piedmont Inn, West Piedmont:

Fiona: Grand and good god in heaven, I don't think I've ever done this much laying down in my life... I hope Chess'll bring me a drink soon.

A short time later, at Mrs. Esterly's apartment; New London, Britannia:

Ms. Dvorak (to Mrs. Esterly): I'm so sorry I'm late, Agatha dear. This little ruffian tried to fleece me for ten shillings. It was adorable.

Mrs. Esterly (to Ms. Dvorak): Oh dear. I hope you didn't hurt him too badly, dear. Come in. Would you like some brandy?

Ms. Dvorak (to Mrs. Esterly): Not to terribly much. Brandy would be lovely. I've heard that the little master has made it home. I bet you're tickled.

Mrs. Esterly (to Ms. Dvorak): Hee hee hee. Well, I know one isn't supposed to play favorites, but I am glad to see him home. Here's your brandy. I do wish it was under better circumstances, however. He's gotten himself into a spot of trouble on the other side. He's also brought home charming little colonist who seems to be connected to your former protege, Margaux.

Ms. Dvorak (to Mrs. Esterly): Oh? Which protege is that? I have so many. :-p

Mrs. Esterly (to Ms. Dvorak): The Magpie, dear. Is it really true she has herself a husband and family now?

Ms. Dvorak (to Mrs. Esterly): Yes, she has herself a handsome little husband, an adopted daughter, a son & a baby on the way.

Mrs. Esterly (to Ms. Dvorak): Hee hee hee. You never let them stray far, do you, dear? Aiden's young man is Captain Potter's nephew, apparently.

Ms. Dvorak (to Mrs. Esterly): Oh? I hadn't realized... I thought Poppy's niece & Aiden were still together.

Mrs. Esterly (to Ms. Dvorak): Persephone? Oh no, dear. They broke it off more than a year ago, I believe. Apparently the Potter family has a way with spies. What can you tell me about Hiiri, Margaux?

Ms. Dvorak (to Mrs. Esterly): Oh, she's a little menace, Agatha. She was made by that horrid Smythe fellow that the ISS was after for years.

Mrs. Esterly (to Ms. Dvorak): Oh! Hee hee hee. No, dear. If I wanted a history lesson, I would go to a library. What can you tell me about her NOW?

Ms. Dvorak (to Mrs. Esterly): Oh, my mistake, darling. She's up to something but I can't quite tell what it is exactly. I'm feeling that it's personal. Otherwise, why target the Potters.

Mrs. Esterly (to Ms. Dvorak): I assumed. They're not all that politically important, so what else could be her motivation? Honestly, I don't care what her motivation might be. She's made it distinctly personal for me by coming after my poor boy.

Ms. Dvorak (to Mrs. Esterly): Well, I'll go bother some folks and see what I can find out, Agatha. I don't much like her messing with them, either.

Mrs. Esterly (to Ms. Dvorak): Thank you. I would appreciate it. Wait a moment! Before you go... Here you are. I finished that shawl for you, dear. I used that Irish lace pattern you like, and the hem is long enough to hid a garrott in it.

Ms. Dvorak (to Mrs. Esterly): Oh, thank you, dear. That reminds me. Here's that crossbow you were asking about. I got McTavish to fix the recoil.

Mrs. Esterly (to Ms. Dvorak): You are an angel! Stop by any time you have information for me, or feel like a chat.

Ms. Dvorak (to Mrs. Esterly): I will let you know if I find out anything. Miss Warren's nephew loves my cookies, if you know what I mean. Give my regards to your young mister & his gentleman.

Mrs. Esterly (to Ms. Dvorak): I will dear. Take care! It's a chilly night.

Ms. Dvorak (to Mrs. Esterly): You too, sugar.

A moment later:

Ms. Dvorak (to Aiden): Hello, young Mister Wilkes. You're looking well. I can't stay, but it's nice to see you.

Aiden (to Ms. Dvorak): Nice to see you too, Miss Dvorak. Have a good evening.

A few moments later, at Aiden's house; New London, Britannia:

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Hmmm? Oh. Oh shit... Sorry. Heh. I guess I fell asleep. Heh. Hey.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Hi there, sexy man... Oooo, I think I drank too much.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Oh! Shit... Heh. Yeah. I'll say you did. What the fuck did you get up to while you were "running errands?"

Aiden (to Nathaniel): I ran into my brother... He oh so very nicely informed me that all charges have been dropped against the blacklisted agents. And, how disappointed he was in me for my behavior in the whole thing.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): The charges were dropped? That's... That's AWESOME! Wait... Why is your brother "disappointed" in you? What the fuck for? Because you didn't let yourself get fucking arrested or some shit?

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Something like that... He seemed upset that I hadn't died.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): He's... He's upset you aren't fucking DEAD? What the fuck?

Aiden (to Nathaniel): ... I don't really want to talk about it, Nate. Can we just go to bed? Please?

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Oh. Yeah. Course. We don't have to talk about it if you don't wanna. I just... I don't know what I'd do if--if you... Sorry. I'm... Sorry. You're right. Let's just go to bed.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): ... Wait. You're upset. I'm sorry. Please, don't be upset.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): It's just... You fucking told me your brother wants you to fucking die, and I don't... I don't know how to process that right now! You're the ONLY thing I've got right now... Shit. Sorry. I'm being fucking nuts.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Nate, I'm not going to get myself killed just because my brother was being, well in your words, a dick. I am however going to drink... Which is exactly what I did.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): I know. I'm sorry your brother's a dick, and I'm sorry I'm being fucking weird. I'm... I'm feeling really fucking paranoid. Heh. Want me to get you something? It's the least I could do.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): How about you come over here, my sexy boyfriend?

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Heh. That I can do. I love the shit out of you, you know that?

Aiden (to Nathaniel): I know. I love the shit out of you, too.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Ha ha ha. You're kinda sexy why you're drunk and cussing, you know that? C'mere...

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Oh? ... Well, fuck me. I have no idea what to say to that.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): How bout you say, "Gee thanks, Nate. You're fucking sexy too. Follow me to my ridiculously fucking huge bed. "I'd like to tear off all your damn clothes." That would work.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Oh... Thank you, Nate. You're fucking sexy, too. Why don't you follow me to my ridiculously huge fucking bed? I'd like to let you tear off my fucking clothes... I improvised a little. I hope you don't mind. And, you are quite sexy when you're all bossy, you know that?

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Heh. That's what you keep telling me. Maybe I WILL follow you and tear off all your clothes... That'll learn ya!

Aiden (to Nathaniel): I don't know. I may be a bit stupid & need lots of lessons. ;-)

Nathaniel (to Aiden): You're a lot of things, man, but stupid isn't one of them. Sexy, however... And ENTIRELY too fucking clothed is another. Come on. I can fix one of those things.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Sounds good to me.