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Scene Title | Ding Dong, Bill Dean is Dead |
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Synopsis | Peyton brings Wendy her ice cream, tells her about being held up by a crazy blonde psycho woman, and celebrates the fact that Dean is dead. |
Date | October 23, 2009 |
A Hospital Room
The parental Units: Hunter are absent, having gone to a hotel to rest, sleep, refresh so they don't need airing out like Peyton did. Leaving John and two other Hunter brothers lingering around the doorway to Wendy's room before taking off. Stable condition the brunette is listed. Serious but stable.
John's got a muscle car magazine in his hands, eased down into the chair and talking low while Wendy listens, half awake. Nurses have been by not long ago it seems. The TV is on and playing quietly in the background of the private room.
It's quite a bit more than the hour and a half Jericho asked to borrow Peyton, but then they didn't expect to be held at gunpoint. The phone call to Cat, the discussion that ensued, and eventually a meal and more have followed since Peyton left the hospital. She comes to the doorway, a Coldstone bag filled with ice around a sundae inside in her hands. "Is she awake?" Peyton asks the handsome stranger in a hushed whisper.
"Fishy, one of your friends is here" John winks at Peyton, an appreciative look to the other girl then a glance to his sister. "Peeeeeeeeeeey" There's the answer, awake. Maybe not all there but awake at least. "Mom and Dad are sleeping, John boring me and I just got some really good stuff from the nurse." That prompts a concerned look from John that barely registers on his face but he doesn't say anything. "Brought enough for two there Whitney" Turns out John knows exactly who she is.
"it's mine John. No touching! maybe if you ask nicely, she'll share it, i'll share i-" Wendy's glassy gaze looks back to Peyton with a puzzled look on her face.
"I didn't know what size so I got the 'I freaking want to marry it' size, so if you want to share, it's all yours to share," Peyton says, entering the room and giving John a smile. The girl doesn't look any better than she did when she left — perhaps even worse, if clean and fed. She nears Wendy's bedside and hands the bag to John.
"Hi, I'm Peyton," she tells the other Hunter as she does so.
"Yeah, I figured, She talks about you all the time after she got taken the first time. Getting her to talk right now is like pulling teeth" He takes the brown bag, careful about digging out the birthday cake surprise concontion with a raise of brows. "Damn Whitney, you pegged her right on the bat" Unaware that his sister actually placed the order. Spoons are out and the moving table brought over so that Wendy can partake of the feast.
John though, opts to take his leave of the room with a "getting coffee" and a little two finger salute to Peyton, gathers up his healthy siblings and takes off. Not before giving a whistle to peyton that would make construction workers proud. Wendy just rolls her eyes. "Asshole. God I love him. Pey, you still look like shit" Words are slurred on the edges and she's slow going with the spoon, but her co-ordination is there enough she can feed herself.
"This is gonna feel so good. The ice cream"
"Good, because while I would have spoon fed you, it'd be awkward," Peyton teases, sitting down in the chair she'd occupied for several hours already. "Right. The outing sort of got fucked over big time. And not in a good Jericho kind of way," she adds before Wendy can assume anything of the kind.
Peyton sighs, and just shrugs. She doesn't want to upset Wendy; Wendy doesn't need to worry about anything but getting better. "Don't worry about it, though. I just didn't want you to think I forgot about you for," she glances at the clock, "six hours."
Damnit, Peyton headed her off at the pass. The giggles had started already and were on their way to a coughing fit but when they subsided, she's shoveling a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth and raising brows at Peyton. "No. No you don't get to brush it off just like that. Stuff got fucked up and then you talk about not worrying when you've been gone for fix, fix, fuck. Six Hours"
"It's nothing you need to worry about, Wen," Pey says, her eyes averted as she tries to think of what to tell her friend to keep her from worrying. She shouldn't have said anything, really. Let her think that she was in her apartment with Jericho for six hours next time! "What'd you think of Jerry?" she says — red herring time!
"I'm missing an ear, that will be very painful to have reconstructed and leave me with scars on other parts of my body, I can barely hear out of that ear. I'm missing the top inch of most of my left hand fingers, and I had to share a really dirty cell with the leader of Phoenix who, by the way, isn't all that great a person. flat out stated I was worthless in the scheme of things, that she'd throw me under the bus and let them hurt me if they tried to use me against them cause her little precious terrorists are more important"
A plastic white spoon is waved at Peyton. "Spill, besides, not like i'll remember anything once they dope me up again in…. six hours"
"I'm missing an ear, that will be very painful to have reconstructed and leave me with scars on other parts of my body, I can barely hear out of that ear. I'm missing the top inch of most of my left hand fingers, and I had to share a really dirty cell with the leader of Phoenix who, by the way, isn't all that great a person. flat out stated I was worthless in the scheme of things, that she'd throw me under the bus and let them kill me if they tried to use me against them cause her little precious terrorists are more important"
A plastic white spoon is waved at Peyton. "Spill, besides, not like i'll remember anything once they dope me up again in…. six hours"
"It could be good news…" Well, there's looking on the bright side of life. "This bitch followed me I guess." That has finally caught up with her, and she shivers at the thought of it. Harlow knows where she lives, where she goes — she knew that Peyton's been to Staten Island. She knew that Peyton stole the medical supplies. "And she held us at gunpoint. Demanded I get in contact with some of the groups and get her a healer for her daughter. The good news is she's going to give up some HF people in exchange, I guess. If she's trustworthy."
Peyton tries to sound nonchalant, but her face grows wan and she fumbles with the belt of her oversized cardigan.
Wendy's spoon digs into the ice cream as she takes the few moments to process stuff. "You're so in deep now aren't you Pey?" She looks over, brows wrinkling downwards. "The shadow guy, you're with him? Is he Phoenix?"
"That's not a bad thing. It helped me rescue you," Peyton says softly. "And … I've seen things that might help people keep really bad things from happening, if we can act fast enough. Bad things that would be horrible for all of us… that are like us." She stares out the window for a moment, before glancing back. "He's … I'm not sure. I'm not in Phoenix, though I have helped some of them. I don't know if he's technically in Phoenix or just helps them, like me. Jericho's not in Phoenix either."
"Don't join them Pey. Promise me you won't ever join them. I was calling in Helena Dean's location, at the carnival. Someone recognized her and I was calling the cops when everything happened. She, she asked me who I was calling and then was all "you'd call the cops on your own kind" to me. She's bad news Peyton, she and the rest of them" Wendy's getting worked up now, spoon dug into the ice cream is left there. "Promise me Pey. That shadow guy isn't and that's fine, stick with him, but they're a bunch of assholes, phoenix"
"Shh. I don't even know Helena, only because I've seen her through their eyes. By the way, Dean is dead. Did I tell you that? Ding Dong, Bill Dean is dead." Peyton tries to take Wendy's mind off Helena and Phoenix. "I'm just going to help if it's something like against Humanis First! and those assholes. There's another guy that is stirring up shit that I'm keeping an eye on — well, I'm trying to rest a few days, not use the power for a bit, but you know, I wasn't going to not use it when you were missing."
That seems to ease up Wendy's anxiety that had set the monitors to beeping a bit more faster. That Peyton wasn't involving herself in the terrorist group, just a bunch of criminals, and that Bill Dean was dead.
Bill fucking dean, Helena's father, the projective empath hypocrite was dead as a doornail. Maybe for the first time since Peyton had plucked her from the ruins, wendy's crying. Fat tears rolling off the sides of her eyes and creeping steady down her cheeks.
Oh shit. The nurses and the big tall Hunter brothers are going to come in and yell at her. Peyton moves the ice cream and takes Wendy's hand. "I know. I know, I know. He's gone. He can't hurt us anymore." Irish — well, who knows where he is, and Danko, last she saw him, was in big trouble, but she doesn't make the same promises for them.
"I know, I know" Words distorted by tears, her good hand holding Peytons. "I know. Empath. He was an empath. Projective Empath Pey. God he made us loose it. Kept, kept dosing her with Morphine and he left, left me with nothing. How.. how many fucking Empaths are there in this city!" No nurses running, no Hunter family members screaming about upsetting their sister, not yet at least.
"Bill Dean was a fucking empath?" Peyton says, her eyes wide and her face twisting in anger at the hypocrisy. "Did he know that? What a scumbag. Good riddance to him. Were any of the other HF people Evolved?"
"I think that's why he took me Pey. He didn't even look at me afterwards. He tried hard to not let me touch him. He went ballistic when Dean yelled at him and I kicked at him and found out" She still holds peytons hand then starts shifting over, making room for the younger woman to park herself up on the bed. Room enough for Peyton to lay down too. "Another. I don't know what she did, but I'd… I'd reminder… Remember her if I saw her"
"That might have been someone working for Phoenix," Peyton murmurs, sitting gingerly on the edge of the bed so as not to jostle Wendy too much. "It's how they got in to rescue you guys — but you were already gone." Peyton curls up carefully, knowing Wendy needs the closeness of someone who can begin to understand what she's been through, even if Peyton's captivity was Club Med in comparison. "I'm so sorry that happened to you again. I was so worried." She sighs, closing her own overworked eyes. "I passed out from using my power too much, because I was checking in on you guys like every hour and if I couldn't see from you, I'd check on Danko and Dean and Irish bastard's. Some doctor told me I'd stroke out if I don't take it easy. You ever been to a doctor about your power, when you pass out and shit? It's fucked up enough that we are walking targets because of being Evo, but now our own powers can kill us too? What the fuck. Life is unfair."
So phoenix had come after their leader. But she was gone. Wendy curls in towards Peyton, resting her bruised cheek against her hair and still holding the other girls hand. "Long ago. First time it happened. They kept calling it nervous breakdown, catatonia, even blamed it on drugs I was taking. Wasn't too long ago that it was figured out it wasn't drugs, when I knew what the hell the overload was after counting way too many evolveds near me. Only started happening after the bomb. This place, this place, place became evo central"
The vitals on her monitors are calming down and so is Wendy, tears dwindling to nothing but damp paths on her cheeks.
Peyton nods. If people didn't know she was evolved, they would probably assume she had fainted from something else - drug use, exhaustion, anemia, with the bloody nose, who knows. "I went to the Suresh Center. Nice doctor. Kinda hot but married type. Speaking of hot, your brothers are dang cute."
"You should make a move for John. He's got no one. He'd be good for a one night" Wendy, advocating gratuitous use of her next in the sibling rankings brother. "Sleep Pey. The bed is really comfy. You need it. No one will bother you" Not at the outrageous cost this is to her parents beyond the insurance. Only a quarter of the ice cream has been eaten, barely a dent.
"Thank you for finding me pey, even if it hurt you. You're… You're a good friend. Best friend. True..t..true friend" No crying, just tired wendy, drugs making a second resurgance through her system.
Peyton nods, and wraps one hand lightly around Wendy's waist, making sure it's a place unscathed by injuries. "Okay. I'm afraid to go home anyway." Knowing Harlow is out there having her followed doesn't help her fear of the dark any, that's for sure.