She Is Confessing


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Scene Title She Is Confessing
Synopsis After Abigail returns from her ER trip post Logan-capade Odessa and her talk. The talk, leads to a confession by the older woman.
Date March 18, 2010

Old Lucy's - Upstairs

Though one might remember when a certain fiery woman lived here… Now the living area above Old Lucy's has changed hands. The open living room and kitchen are homey, a commingling of two people's tastes. The leather couch sits kitty corner to a one of red suede and a bit smaller. A large bird cage for it's budgie inhabitant takes up it's own corner beside dark paneled walls. Bookshelves with literary pieces of a variety both academic and not take up another small section.

The kitchen is large, with a rolling wood and black marble island to give more counter space to work on. Pots and pans hang from the roof and track lighting keeps it not gloomy. A proper oak dining table has been set up with matching chairs instead of the 70's castoff that the residents have been known to own and a bowl of fresh fruit sits in the center.

Down a hall lay's multiple doors. A master bedroom occupied by the oldest resident and occasionally have a pervading smell of whiskey and smoke coming from it when the door is open. A second door with a cross above it, a third with no marking that is occupied by the third resident of the premises. Two other doors lead to a linen closet and bathroom - Decorated in a very strong pirate theme - respectively. A black cat with a red velvet collar and a little swarovski charm dangling from it can be found meandering at will.

Just past midnight brings with it thumps from the bar, the sound of an unfamiliar male voice and a familiar female voice as Abby makes her way up the stairs with the aid of one of her watchers once she's done at the emergency room. This wouldn't be so strange except that she had stated that she wouldn't be home, but instead at the Corinthian.

No Corinthian for her. She wasn't about to face Robert after slapping Logan in the face two times and him doing a number on her knee. She didn't know if she could face him. She could imagine his anger after the guy tries so hard to separate the two and she's just likely made his job that harder. At least from here on in, she won't be allowed in or near Burlesque.

The door eventually opens, a slightly slurred "thanks" from the homeowner to the help and she's left on her own and with one crutch, to hobble around the apartment as quiet as a doped up Abigail can really be quiet and work at getting out of winter gear so she can get settled on the couch.

Odessa lifts her head from the graceless sprawl of arms across the table, where she had fallen asleep. She wipes the mostly dry telltale trail from the corner of her mouth and recoils when she sees that the rest of it ended up on her arm. Pulling down the sleeve of her oversized sweatshirt fixes that mostly, at least. "Hey, Abbs," she greets groggily, squinting for a moment as she wills her sleep-addled brain to tell her what's wrong with this picture.

Blink. And again. "What happened to you?" Carefully, Odessa rises from her seat and shuffles over to help Abby out of her coat and other winter gear.

"I picked a fight with someone that I knew better than to." She intones, letting the other temporomancer help her out. "I'll be fine. Just screwed up my knee. Going to have to join peter on the sick line for rest of the week" Abigail rarely gets into fights. Not physical ones. She's picked a few with Teo and Deckard, Magnes. "I just need the pea's from the freezer and some pillows from the closet, I'm going to sleep on the couch tonight" Bruises that are well on their way to blossoming cover one wrist in a way that screams a person did it.

"I know how that goes," Odessa responds. "Picking a fight against someone you shouldn't." Once she's got the outerwear set aside, she's helping her benefactor to the couch. "That's how I broke my fingers the first time it happened. Of all the people to punch in the face, I punched Kazimir." While he was Sylar, no less. And to make matters worse, he was Sylar with armored skin. Yeah, Odessa knows all about the pitfalls of picking fights with people she shouldn't.

"Do I need to go hurt somebody? I would do that for you, you know." Odessa tosses a smile over her shoulder as she rummages through the freezer for the bag of peas Abby wants. Rather than walk it back over, she tosses it. Just as it might collide with the back of the sofa or - God forbid - Abby, a wave of her hand stills the frozen produce in mid-air. "There ya go! I'll get the pillows."

That is an effective and Abigail approved use of the ability. Better than freezing Peter. "Nope. Somebody will kill him someday. His usefulness to certain parties will run out and I will be avenged tenfold and god will judge him and he will pay dearly on his soul come Calvary" Abigail reaches up to grab the pea's, yank them out and away from temporal prison.

It's while Odessa's getting blankets that she asks the woman bring her a nightgown too. She has her modesty, but so far this night, she's been out of her jeans most of it and would rather not be sleeping in them. Her knee doesn't hurt, but she knows it will when the pleasant buzz wears off. She's already worked one pant leg off, blanket over her lap to cover herself and working at getting the brace off her knee. A exercise in frustration when fine motor skills are skewed by Vicodin.

Odessa frowns when she returns and finds Abby attempting to work herself free of her brace. She sets the blankets, pillows, and nightgown on the opposite end of the couch from Abby and then tips her head to one side. "Stop that." Doctor she is, she's swift and clinical about helping Abby change her clothes. "You need to be careful." What Abby needs to be careful about is left ambiguous.

"Says the woman who has twice made me worry I'm going to get a visit fro-" Abby shuts her mouth, taking her hands back from the brace to let Odessa take it off before wriggling out of pants and proceeding to do what she did with Sonny when it came to changing out of clothes. One blanket, Lots of bumping and flashing of shoulder as she works out of sweater and cotton shirt and into flannel. It's an effort and she's determined to do it herself with only a request that she help get the brace back on the knee.

'I'll be fine. I just.. I just need a few days and I'll be fine again. I let the world get the better of me and just…" There's tears welling in the younger blonde's eyes. "I'll be careful, I promise"

Odessa looks up after securing that brace back into its previous position, it being a task in and of itself with her only having use of one hand, but teamwork prevails. She's surprised to see Abby look that way, when her eyes come back up to that face. Her lips soften, form a small 'o' shape and she slides over to sit next to the other blonde on the couch. "Hey…" She isn't quite sure how one is supposed to handle situations like this. Usually she's the one who starts crying. "I…" Her expression is somewhat awkward, though her gesture is confident when she reaches out with her good hand to take Abby's.

"You're a good person." That much is spoken with confidence as well. "The world… overwhelms me a lot, too. We all make mistakes, right?" Though Odessa reckons her mistakes have been largely more catastrophic to the continuation of humanity on the whole than Abby's, but one never knows. "Don't cry. You don't deserve to be crying right now."

"How do you stop people who are bent on ruining your life Odessa?" Her hand grips the former Vanguardian's palm. "All we ever did was save the world. It wasn't our fault that his son was there and following in his footsteps. But he was and I'm sorry. I really am. But they're.. they're killing out friends and our families. Homeland can't seem to stop them, the CIA. He killed, they killed Hokuto and all she ever did was help me with my nightmares and let me stay over when curfew kept me from getting home from school. They've burned my house, they hurt my momma, they killed one of my bartenders and they're gone after so many others and I'm not a woman given to revenge Odessa but…" but she's reaching a breaking point. "I'm a good Christian woman and all those others are guilty of is being related to us, or loving us or… knowing and helping us and all they get is a hole in the ground and a one way trip to heaven"

Odessa sits perfectly still and watches Abby's face as she pours out her heart. The situation is worse than she thought, looking at it from this perspective. Without the harsh conviction of revenge. Odessa's shoulders sag and her brows knit. To Abby, the length of time it takes Odessa to make the decision to speak is only the time it takes Abby to finish speaking herself. Whether she actually deliberated longer is a mystery.

"Abby…" Odessa watches the other woman with haunted eyes. "Abby, I am so sorry. There's… something you need to know. And… I'm not going to ask you for your forgiveness. That's your choice if you want to give it or not." Blue eyes lid heavily and the woman takes in a long, deep breath, and then lets it out as a heavy sigh. In the back of her mind, she likens it to the destruction of Eagle Electric. That serenity that surrounded her when she was sure she was about to die.

She wouldn't blame Abigail if she did try to kill her now.

"Do you remember," Odessa begins, "when you said you felt as though someone sent me to you?"

"Someone did Odessa" She won't say Hiro, but she nods, reaching for the box of tissues on the coffee table so she can grab at them to wipe at her eyes with as tears replace the dried ones. The bag of pea's laid over the brace and exposed leg propped up on the coffee table. "He said he knew you were here, living in my home. You don't need to ask for forgiveness because of him Odessa"

Odessa is confused at first, but she quickly shakes her head. "No, I don't think we're talking about the same thing at all." They can't be. It really does beg the question of who the hell is Abby talking about but that can be addressed later. "Someone did send me." Carefully, she extracts her hand from the other woman's. She doesn't think Abby will find much comfort in her touch a few moments from now.

"Carlisle Dreyfus sent me here." She doesn't look away, as much as she might like to. She gives Abby the courtesy of eye contact. "He sent me here to watch you, and Teo."

For all that she slapped Logan twice, over Hokuto and the stragglers of the Russian aftermath, Her hand isn't flying towards the woman. There's hurt, not physical hurt, in her eyes as she just stares at her and the words that just came out of her mouth. Odessa was sent here by Dreyfus, to watch her and Teo.

Abby swallows hard, finally tearing her gaze away from the other woman, vicodin dulling the rage that burbles up from her stomach, coiling past her heart and into her throat where it lodges. Odessa was sent here to watch over Teodoro and herself. "Have you given him access to my home in the time that you have been here" It's quiet, wet, shaky sounding from Abby's lips as she doesn't lean back and opts to stare at the pea's. "Just tell me the truth. Have you let them into the bar since you have been here"

This is going far better than Odessa could have hoped. Surely this won't last long. "No," she answers truthfully. "I haven't let him in here, and he hasn't asked. I haven't… helped them other than to come to you crying about how I didn't have anywhere else to go." She shakes her head slowly. "That much wasn't a lie, either. I just… If he hadn't told me to make myself at home here, I would never have appealed to you. Because I don't deserve your help." Her lips twist into a frown. "I didn't then, and I don't now." Finally, she breaks her gaze and stares down at her hands in her lap. "I… won't attempt to explain myself, if you don't want to hear it."

Hiro knew. Of course Hiro knew. The man travels through time very moment of the day. You never know whether you're going to get Hiro of the far future or current Hiro until he popping into being in front of you. There's another wet inhale of air through her nose and one has to credit the drugs for the lack of railing or violence that could be done to the blonde.

"They're going to want you gone. They're going to want you out of here Odessa. You know this right?"

She wants her out of here, but it's not an option and she knows it even as her stomach churns. Hiro's put her in a position where she has to keep her here. He was sorry, she'd persevere. 'Persevere' was about to reach the same status as 'Okay' in her vocabulary list of words she never wants to hear again.

"Peter told me I was stupid. Everyone told me I was stupid to do this. But I told them it didn't matter, I didn't care and it was my choice. That if I died because of it, then they could say I told you so" She doesn't bother even looking at Odessa right now. "What are your plans now"

"I know," Odessa whispers. If they won't want her dead, the men she shares Old Lucy's with will want her gone. She can't blame them.

"You weren't stupid. You aren't. I was genuine about needing help. And… you were genuine about giving me help." It's not something Odessa fully understands, this kindness she's received in spite of everything she is. "What I do now… is up to you. When I leave," because it isn't much of a question of if, "Dreyfus will know I tipped you off. I suppose I'll go into hiding again. Maybe they'll track me down, too." There's no fear in her voice at the idea of the same people turning Abby's life into hell doing the same to her own. Perhaps she's just used to it by now.

"I'm so sorry, Abby. He found me and he… He told me that Sylar was dead. He offered me a chance to get even." She doesn't even know whether to believe the man is still dead, with what Crowley's trying to feed her. "It… It gave me purpose in my life again. And… I hated you all so much." So much shame weighs down that admission. "I was jealous. I… still am, on some level. Compared to me, you live these simple lives. You have families, and you… You have friends." Once again, Odessa meets Abby's eyes. "I've never had friends before. And then there… was you and Teo." Finally, Odessa begins to cry. "And I knew I couldn't keep doing this. Even if I had never had the guts to tell you, I could never have gone through with it."

"You see how simple our lives are. They're not. And you can't leave." It's hard to say those last words and it will be even harder to have to stand and face the other charlie members when she tells them - if she tells them- and then tells them that they can't touch the woman. "You won't be leaving. You will… carry on, as if this conversation never happened." She finally looks to Odessa. Maybe before this conversation she would have offered Kleenex, held the woman's hand and soothed a hand down her back. The most she gets is a nudge of the box of tissue.

"This conversation never happened. Do you understand?" She stresses through red eyes.

Odessa nods her head slowly. "I… get that much. But why would you let me stay here?" That's the point of confusion here. She's betrayed Abby. But then again, she hasn't. Not completely. "I swear, I… I don't mean to hurt you anymore." She can't say she never meant to, that would be an out and out lie. "Everyone here has been so nice to me. It isn't fair to the others not to tell them."

"I have my reasons of which I don't want to go into tonight. Or this morning, or whatever time it is. I really don't want to deal with you right this moment Odessa. I just want to elevate my knee and try to sleep before Robert decides to bang down my door and ask me what my problem was." Maybe Odessa could timestop if he does. "For now, if they approach you, give it to them" Which seems crazy. "Give them whatever they want" Because she's sure once she tells the others, which she's going to because to not is stupid, they'll come up with a plan.

"You… want me to report to Dreyfus?" Now that's really got Odessa confused. She stands up and fixes Abby with a look like she might get if she sprouted a second head. "I… What?"

Abigail looks up at Odessa. "Yes. When he wants you, he'll call you or whatever he does to get your attention. Don't go to him on your own. I have my reasons now please. I need to sleep and I just want… to not deal with you right now"

"Right…" Odessa nods her head slowly. Clearly Abby's lost her mind. She can't possibly want the temporomancer to actually continue to feed information to Dreyfus, can she?

Slowly, Odessa begins to retreat. "I'll, ah… Okay. I'll just be in my room. Until you decide to come and get me? Sound good?" She nods quickly before turning around and hurrying toward that bedroom before Abby can change her mind about letting her stay. Or at least letting her stay upstairs.

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