A Need For Information


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Scene Title A Need For Information
Synopsis Kaylee sits down with Brian and explains her situation to him. She also hopes he can help her out and find information on the Company Founder that might have done this too her. It ends in a small arguement, between the two, over Adam. No surprise there.
Date September 14, 2009

Biddy Flannigan's Irish Pub

Ambient lighting blankets the establishment in a soft luminescence, glowing in tones of appealing orange from the front face of the bar and low hanging light fixtures overhead. Old style brick walls given the pub an appealing depth, reflecting the tone of lights in a more amber hue down upon the lengths of the polished, wooden floors. The bar counter of lacquered dark wood stretches along the northern wall, the forefront for shelves of numerous liquors and the substantially sized LCD televisions spaced liberally behind it. The screens flicker with the latest games and news as the labeled spirit bottles wink from lighted shelves with a beckon of their own. Barstools and high tables welcome tipsy patrons to their support, scattered with throughout the barroom with a few wedge into the darker, quieter, and more secretive recesses. Over the bar are a few banners of sports teams, most notably one of English football club Manchester United.

The thick wooden door to the west is fitted with a single neon sign sponsored by one of the brews on tap, glowing in the door's center window to shed its light onto the sidewalk outside and summoning in new customers when the bar is open for business.

Been a long first day back after a week of calling off and going home early, but despite of everything Kaylee is acting her bubbly bright self. The medication the doctor gave, probably accounts for that. For a Monday, the place has been rather busy and has kept her on her toes. Even now she's standing at a table full of rather rowdy men, taking orders and flirting with the lot of them. "Oh come on, boys.. Have some food with all that beer."

A hand sets gently on Kaylee's waist. Leaning in over her shoulder, his eyes move down to the men assorted at the table. "Sorry guys. Time to take your break, babe. The large girl over there with the warts will help you boys out." A charming smile is flashed to Kaylee before he takes a step back and lets his hand fall from her waist. "Come on."

Giving the men an apologetic look, she turns to Brian. "What…?" She frowns a bit, considering him before she waves over one of the other girls handing over the pad. "Take this, I need to talk to the gentleman over there." She motions to Brian with her head. Moving to grab his hand, Kaylee moves to drag him to a touch more private spot, not too many of those. "You know.. I've been thinking about you all day." She smiles a touch, "Trying to decide whether to call you or not."

Settling down he goes to set the seat next to him for Kaylee to sit. "It's okay Kaylee. Things like that happen to girls sometimes. It's nothing to be ashamed of, all girls can be smitten every now and then. Even tough ones like you." A large teasing smile is painted on Brian's features. "What's up?"

Kaylee gives him a look, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth, "You wish.." She teases as she drops into the seat. The bubbly demenor bleeds out of her the instant she turns to him. "I… went to the hospital yesterday after noon after I started throwing up." She glances out into the room and scoots a bit closer and leans close so she can lower voice. "I only got home this morning." She licks her lips and decides not to dance around it. "I don't have a bug.. I'm not pregnant.. I'm — " She takes a deep breath, "— dying." She bites her lower lip and waits for the reaction she just knows is coming.

As soon as the facade fades, Brian's smile does as well. Flattening his features, Brian turns in his seat to face Kaylee squarely. He watches without emotion as she explains her bit. No worry, no concern just flat emotion. He brings up one hand to his chin. "Of what?"

"They can't determine what it is." Kaylee rubs her hands on her thighs and sighs, "They said all they can figure out is that my brain is telling my body to shut down and.. well.. strangle itself. But not the why." The look she gives him is a touch confused, but she glances away into the bar. "They — ah— said it'll get worse as everything slowly shuts down." She digs a pill bottle out of her pocket and gives it a little shake. "They gave me anti-nausea pills and… painkillers for when the pain starts."

"A mystery disease?" Brian asks, furrowing his brows heavily, he glances straight across the table. Putting his hands together on it, his fingers tap together idly. He bites down on his lower lip momentarily. "You have no idea what it is, but it's killing you?" Winters asks gently.

"Something like that…. Yeah." Kaylee says softly, her expression thoughtful. Surprisingly, she seems pretty calm about it. She goes silent for a moment and then says slowly. "Or at least for the doctors." She grimaces a bit and continues, "After talking to this guy I know.. There might be a chance… It's caused by a persuasion. But if it is.. It's nothing like I've ever seen."

"That lady you were talking about?" Brian asks thoughtfully, leaning closer. "With the ability in, wherever?" Slowly his hand comes down to set on top of Kaylee's. "A lot of powers are going to be like nothing you've ever seen. If this is the by product of an ability." He gives a little shrug. "It's very possible. We then would need to get more information on the ability. If that's what you think it is."

Kaylee gives a small nod as an answer to his first question. "Persuasion is what Sabrina said. I thought it would be like me and what I can do.. So I didn't think much of it." Her hand is cool to the touch, even her skin still on the pale side. "Do…." She looks unsure of herself suddenly. She glances around and leans against him a touch, her voice barely above a whispers. " Do you think there is a way to get back into that Company place?" She gives him a hopeful look. "I think that might be the best place to find the information on this woman."

Brian frowns lightly. Get back into the Company place? Yes they most definitely could get into that empty office building. "It was a temporary facility. Remember." He says dully. "I'll need to track them down again." Winters withdraws his hand from hers. "I can see what I can dig up, Kaylee."

Her eyes close for a moment, disappointment on her features, and she nods a bit, "I forgot about that." She murmurs pulling away from him. "Adam would not be happy with me telling you this, but she's one of their founders. Susan something. I'm hoping that any files they have will explain her ability. Maybe it'll rule her out.. but it's the only thing I've got to go by." She sighs softly, "Know what.. forget about it." She gives him a small smile, "It was dicey the last time we went in and I don't want you to risk your neck for me. I like having you around even if Adam doesn't like you."

"It's no problem, Kaylee. I'm more talented than you think." He gives a little smirk. "No one in this group ever seemed to ask if I was evolved. Just assumed I wasn't?" He gives a shrug. "Our trip was fun, wasn't it? But I didn't need you." He gives her an apologetic smile. "I'll get you your information."

"Oh great." Kaylee says blandly, and sighs. "Am I useful to anyone?" She gives a roll of her eyes. "Seems the only think I'm good for is being a headache to Adam, causing problems.. and a piece of meat for the guys. I haven't heard from Grim since we got back and he's not answering her phone. Seems like so far I've only done one thing useful." She doesn't look at him as she starts to get to her feet, "Thank you, Brian." Her eyes flick towards him, she seems almost subdued. "I just hope something comes up."

She looks about ready to leave when Kaylee remembers something, "My necklace… It's safe?"

"Stop thinking like that." Brian nigh-growls. "Really? Girl who can read minds you think you're useless? You think being able to pick at other people's thoughts would make you a tad less insecure." He starts to scoot out of his seat. "Who gives a fuck what Grim thinks. He's a loser." Straightening up he adjusts his coat.

At the last question Brian starts walking towards the door. "Doesn't matter."

"Doesn't matter?" That actually, tweaks a nerve in Kaylee and she hurries after him, "What do you mean doesn't matter? It was a gift Brian." As soon as they are out the door, she's suddenly in his way, a hands planted against his chest, her words snapping out in a fierce whisper, "And you know what? Being able to read thoughts… It sucks. Only works when I don't need it or don't want it too… and barely works when Adam asks me to do something." She steps closer glaring at him slightly, and she hisses, "And it feels good when I play with their minds… Which scares me some. But no.. it does not make me less insecure. Sometimes I think I don't know half of what I can do.. or how to best use it.. or even… even.. I dunno." She sounds completely frustrated.

As Kaylee's hands land against his chest and she starts to unload on him his lips turn downward. Looking this way then that, he finds that there are as of this moment no prying eyes. Bringing up his two hands he undoes the top button of his shirt. Baring his chest, he drops his hands. "Gift?"

At that moment a hand shoots out of Brian's chest and places itself firmly over Kaylee's mouth, going to press her against the wall. "So one gift and that makes all the ways he's holding you back okay? He protected you once, he kind of likes you and he gave you a toy he found in cracker jack box. Well fuck, he's practically God right there." Brian snarls back. "You have so little respect for yourself that you let a man like Adam Monroe make your decisions, and impede your intelligence. I can literally see his strings attached to your brain pulling you away from independent thought from actually using your mind to do something of value. You always say you have bad choice in men. Adam is one of those, Kaylee." The hand removes itself from her mouth and retreats back into his chest. "If it gets you off then go fuck with people's minds, Kaylee. Serve Adam in killing off everyone for the rest of your god damn life. Or get the fuck out and learn to use everything you have to do something. You have so much talent, not just your god damn ability which you're so hung up on. You're a smart girl, with a powerful will. But you're not going to do anything with it until you start respecting yourself and start saying fuck off." He takes a step back, straightening his jacket.

"I'll get you that file soon." He says non-chalantly as if he hadn't just been all up in her grill.

Kaylee's mouth opens to say something, but suddenly it is covered and she's pressed against the wall. Eyes wide, they travel up the arm holding her there to… his chest? She looks up at him curiously and swallows. Her brows drop a bit when he discribe the relationship in such.. simple terms. There was more to it then that! Or is there. She might not be able to speak out loud, but the hollow metallic sound of her mental voice brushes his mind. «It wasn't just once..» Good lap dog she is, she still tries to lamely defend the man. But still his words, cut… and he can see it in her eyes. When the hand is removed she doesn't look at him. "You make it sound so easy, Brian. Wish I had your faith."

She shakes her head and pushes away from the wall, "I want my necklace back." Kaylee makes it sound like more of an order then a request as she heads towards the bar. When the lights in the bar wash over her features for a moment, he can see the pain on her face and she is fishing a pill bottle out of her pocket before the door shuts with her inside.

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