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Since flashing in, Zoe's been sticking with Rachel. She honestly considered stopping in Metropolis, enrolling back in law school or at least volunteering in the government, rebuilding society from within.

She still intends to do that, really.

Eventually.

But somehow every time she's decided to just up and leave, something's come up. A new flash, a new danger she could help with. Or she just hadn't assessed herself or Rachel to be in the right mood to have the conversation about leaving.

So she's stuck with Rachel. Letting Rachel take directions from Innovator, shooting things that need shooting, acting like a pro when subtlety was needed, , and generally being the tag-along human.

(She doesn't mind being the tag-along human. She prefers it when she doesn't have to use her arsenal. But she's growing comfortable in the role.)

And today, when Zoe goes to to take a walk she's armed and okay with that, because they're not currently staying in the safe zone.

And then there's a

FLASH
BANG

And she changes her direction.

tobeclosetohim

Going back means prepping.

And prepping mean guns.

And Jo? Likes guns.

whoiwasmeant2be.livejournal.com

Like anyone, Tobias is good at some things and terrible at others. One of the things he's good at, though, is observation. And he's noticed that Rachel has been... preoccupied recently. He's perched on a small tree thinking about this, trying to decide if he should ask what's up.

He won't, of course. That's not really how they operate. But he does think about it.

trickswithsticks

So Sam's gone off to Nebraska with Dean and Jo. this is good; Leah approves, especially as he took a radio so Leah can find him if she needs him.

She's determined not to need him. which is perfectly normal and just one of Leahs' 'totally independent and needs no one and ntohgin, thank you' quirks she's got going on. Besides, Oracle was true to her word and is providing Leah with plenty to do. In between missions from afar, she's busying herself with things that distract her from thinking about how much she wants him around.

One of those things is heavy metal music. Which is why she's leaving her apartment in Metropolis; she knows a market that occasionally trades in scavaneged goods. that they often contain CDs.

Catch her there or en route, or even on the radio - Innovator is always wired in.

the-backfiring.livejournal.com

Not far from the farm is a city called Great Bend, whose outskirts are a spruced-up trailer park. It's not the most comfortable place in the world to live, but for a fit man it's walking distance from the farm.

Why doesn't Adam just live on the farm, you ask?

Here, he's more assured of privacy. And every three days, Adam has a great need for privacy.

A lot of the trailers around here are abandoned. But signs of life remain: the well dug in a broad patch of earth; footprints in the thick snow; smoke coming from a few of the scattered chimneys.

The thermals aren't great around here, but what can you expect when the weather's so cold? Maybe that's why the difference over that one house is so noticeable. That one down there, with the recently-repaired roof and the vaguely sole-shaped muddy patch out front where someone has been coming and going.

theresnodoor

Rachel. Finally. Healed.

And almost the exact moment she realized that the wound on her chest had lightened and faded into a permanent scar, she was out the door of the now-spotless apartment, on the street, around the corner, up the ladder, onto the roof and morphing.

Sweet, sweet, powerful, wonderful, unimaginable morphing.

The eagle. Oh, the eagle and it's incredible eyesight, the warm thermals off the blacktop sending huge clouds of hot air billowing up under her wings, sending her straight up into the air, one hundred, two hundred, five hundred feet straight up off the ground. The lake she saw miles away, counting blades of grass on the shore twenty minutes before she got there, then diving screaming straight down, talons flared and wonderful screeching predator cry. Scraping a fish with the talons and letting it go, wings flared and almost ricocheting back up into the air, so fast and sharp.

Landing in the nearby woods and demorphing, then just as quickly, morphed again. Huge and powerful, oh yes, the bear, her bear, her grizzly. Thick coarse brown fur and horrible beady nearsighted eyes, thick corded muscle, nothing in the world could stop her. Rearing up on her back legs to a great height of eight feet, cute little fuzzy ears brushing the leaves as she swung a paw as big as a frying pan and cracked a thick branch so hard that it split and fell from the tree with an almighty crunch that shot through the forest like a gun. Dropping to all fours and barreling through the forest at breakneck speed (for a bear), feeling brambles and thorns tear at her coat and do absolutely no damage through the thickness of it.

Demorphing when she reaches the lake, wading in, morphing again. And joy of wondrous joys, the dolphin. Her body, seven feet long and sleek shiny gray, rubbery and thick. But the joy, unadulterated in childlike innocence. Diving and leaping, clicking her song to everyone, play with me, come play! Chasing fish she has no intention of catching, diving deep to let the plants tickle her belly, shooting up out into the air, feeling it warm her wet skin, then burying herself deep into the water and clicking off more squealing sounds of utter happiness.

Demorphing. Back to eagle. Pumping her wings hard to get up off the ground and riding thermals for what must have been close to two hours before she finally forced herself to return home. Demorphing on the rooftop, climbing down the ladder, around the corner, up the street, through the door, and without word or explanation, collapsing on her mattress and sleeping for ten hours. Dreamless, sweet sleep of the utterly exhausted.

It's one of the best days she's had since arriving in this world.

theresnodoor

Rachel has been busy. Actually, Rachel hasn't been seen much around Metropolis. In fact, Rachel hasn't been seen much of anywhere... aside from Detroit.

She comes back to the apartment in Metropolis at night, because Tobias sleeps there, too, and would worry if she didn't. And while she's never seen him, Rachel has a sneaking suspicion that she's occasionally followed to Detroit, and watched. Even though all she's really doing there is watching, too.

Unless, you know, something happens. And she's in a position to do something about it. Things like that happen, you know.

(very often)

Sometimes, they happen a little more unexpectedly than she'd like, where she's not in a position to help someone being targeted but is actually the target. The things attacking her rarely ever know exactly what they're getting into and she's yet to deal with any serious damage from any of them. But today, one of them got lucky and surprised her. And the morphing power, while useful and incredibly powerful, is not an exact science.

Rachel has been unable to morph or demorph without reopening a four inch gash across her collarbone and chest. In her human body.

It's getting complicated. Not to keep it covered - her wardrobe has always been modest, if stylish. And not to keep it clean - Rachel is nothing if not fastidious in her appearance.

It's that she literally cannot morph until she heals and it is taking too damn long.

It's only been about two hours since she got the cut, of course. And right now, she's standing in an abandoned drug store back in Metropolis, in the back room of the pharmacy. She's stripped off her outer shirt, standing there in jeans and the top half of her morphing outfit. The gash is large and ugly but not dangerous, not when she's surrounded by bottles of alcohol and sterile bandages.

No, the real problem is... the gash is going to require stitches. Rachel has only performed stitches twice in her entire life, both times on someone else.

She's eyeballing the sealed pack of needle and thread with a deep frown. There's no way she's coming out of this without a scar.

Stupid Andalites and their imperfect science.

tobeclosetohim

She's standing at the sink, drinking a cup a coffee.

It's even a warm cup of coffee.

It's not much, but it is something.

theresnodoor

Shit happened. As it tends to. It's not all that surprising in concept.

In reality, Rachel's still startling every time there's a flash of light, just in case someone is spontaneously combusting.

There are bigger things to worry about, though. Like what exactly they're supposed to do now with the information they've been given. Rachel's stance on this is as obvious as ever, meaning that as soon as they've left Dreamer, she's walking back to the building she shares with Tobias trying to figure out a plan.

tobeclosetohim

She lost track of the days but the light comes all the same, rudely interrupting and cruelly abandoning. Her weapons are pilled in the front room, where the floor is littered with food boxes and alcohol bottles acquired but left untouched. There's a sharpness lingering throughout the unaired rooms.

Jo herself is sitting on her bed, dressed in the clothes she put on after stitches a week ago, her arm around her knees, staring at one open hand. In the palm of it is a small shining trinket. A bright green four leaf clover held between two thin layers of glass and rounded in a loop of gold.

"Help," she whispers, the sound more of a wheezed croak of notes caught in her chest.

The gold band snaps and the glass shatters, the clover looking suddenly brilliant summer green.

Jo set her chin on her knees, moving her gaze to her boots, listening to the even keel of her breath. But no other noises sounded, and when she looked back to her palm the clover was half shriveled from the outside headed further in while the glass pieces were shrinking.

Glass embedded against green and pink skin inside a closed fist, as she murmured to her boots and dust was left in her palm. "Not your lucky penny anymore."

theresnodoor

Rachel wouldn't say she's been babysitting for a number of different reasons. A few of them include Not Wanting to Get Punched, Not Finding Anything Funny About the Situation. First and foremost being that she doesn't consider what she's been doing babysitting in the first place.

She's hoping it could be considered 'helping,' but she's relying on Jo's responses to tell her if that's accurate or not.

And 'with Jo' is where she's been the last few days, wandering around Metropolis, dropping in on the woman's apartment - invited or otherwise - making passes over the city in eagle morph. Surveillance, of a sort. She won't look specifically for Dean or Jack because she refuses to go over Jo's head like that for information. But if she happens to see something while she's up there that explains what happened...

Well, that's not her fault.

Right now, she could be found in the sky. Or maybe it's late and she's heading back to that building she and Tobias have been staying in. Or maybe, just maybe, someone's going to catch her on her way to or from checking on Jo.

...not that she needs checking on. Of course.

tobeclosetohim

Jo gets out of the Caroline as soon as they hit the edge of the Metropolis.

It doesn't matter that she's bleeding in too many places. It doesn't matter that Jack gives her a look, even knowing the catatonic girl in the back seat can't be abandoned. What matters is she's lost her hold on needing to shoot a demon or a beaten little girl, who may be exactly the same things, and neither of those is looking like a bad option any longer. But one of them is, and one of them is right, and she knows it isn't her.

She stares at the tail lights until they fade.

Wanting to fall to her knees, she starts ~~limping~~ walking.

whoiwasmeant2be.livejournal.com

Tobias and Rachel are using Lucy's morph again for the speed on a little trip down to Texas. Tobias is getting a feel for the dragon body. It's rather interesting, really. Power and grace and the ever-present hunger...

He and Rachel stoop simultaneously toward a deserted town. He's morphing almost as soon as he hits the ground.

theresnodoor

Rachel is actually inside the farmhouse for a prolonged period of time.

Iknorite?

Not in the kitchen, though, like most others stick to if they don't actually live at the farm. Rachel is going through the bathrooms, looking for medical supplies. Specifically, medical tape. A few fingers on her right hand look oddly misshapen at the moment.

hector-aframian.livejournal.com

The Impala growls its way back up to the farm. This isn't Dean's favourite place by any means, but hell, it's somewhere to go. There's food here.

And there's not much chance of running into anyone - or anything - calling itself his family.

He can work with that.

theresnodoor

There's an interesting little group making their way toward the Cooper farm. It consists of three smallish dragons and what looks like an enormous ball of light.

No one's said much on the way back. For Rachel, it's out of frustration. They took it down and that's a victory, but they didn't get the father, the guy that started the whole thing, and that's making her tack it down as a failure.

But she'll mention that when they land.

theresnodoor

There! Up in the sky! It's a bird!

Well, it's two birds, within a few hundred yards of each other.

A hawk with a rust-red tail and a bald eagle are making their way toward the farm. There aren't too many words passing between them, other than Rachel's occasional comment regarding what the plan is. Both sets of sharp eyes are on the lookout for Lucy.

Rachel's half-hoping the dragon-woman managed to scrounge up a few more friends to help out, and half-hoping she didn't. Too many people and someone would have to be a leader.

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littlestcooper

Somebody's sitting on the roof of the Cooper farm.

Who do we know who does that?

Quite.

theresnodoor

Ax is here. He and Tobias are in Metropolis, probably in the building. Andalites aren't great with snow on the ground either, apparently. And while they're doing that, Rachel suddenly has the pressing urge to be somewhere ~~anywhere~~ else.

Taking Tobias' distraction as a way to take off for a bit? Never.

She wants another job, another fight, another something, and that means a morph that isn't too held back by distance. To be more specific, that means Lucy.

There's a dragon in the sky all over most of the continental US, looking for something fun to do.

omnomnombunzuh.livejournal.com

Aximili wasn't entirely sure what had been happening before the bang and the flash. It was like something in between death and a fate worse than death... like being Controlled. "Assimilated", The One had called it. It was the sort of word a Yeerk would use, although Ax was fairly certain that whatever The One was, it wasn't a Yeerk.

And it wasn't trying to assimilate him any more. At least, not that he could see. In fact, all Ax could see was what appeared to be a human city. Not the sort of thing one expects to see when they're dying in a spaceship. But having had more than enough experience ending up in places he didn't intend, Ax reacts quick, finding a secluded place to morph human.

Thus begins his Amazing Wandering Around Springfield Adventure. If only Ax knew he were in the home of that wonderful four-fingered yellow human family. Or had some cinnamon buns. Or an idea why he was still alive.

Well... if he had to stay human, at least he could do something about the lack of cinnamon buns.

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