not_that_spike: (damn determined)
[personal profile] not_that_spike
They've been at this all damn night and now that the sun's starting to rise... hell, now things are getting interesting: they've isolated the apartment building where other-Beth is supposed to be. After all this time, the anticipation is palpable in their little party. Only one thing remains to be seen: if Yorick's there too. And if he is, he's Hero's brother and Hero knows other-Beth so... it makes sense for her to go.

Not necessarily by herself, though. The first rule of scoping out a place is never fucking go in alone -- that's how he lost his eye -- but there doesn't appear to be anything out of the ordinary going on; Natalya finds a nice safe place in an alley where Beth and Ciba and the kids can wait for Hero to get back. For his money, he'd like one of them to be on the roof: it's a great place to see what's going on around them. If this was an ordinary day and he could get out from under the damn cloak, it'd make a hell of a lot of difference. Then he could be up there keeping an eye on things... not that he has a great safety record on rooftops.

He just won't let himself think about what happened to Julia on Annie's rooftop, but... she's not here, and Beth won't be up there, and anyhow, the Syndicate isn't after them. This isn't Mars, and the Syndicate hasn't even been launched yet. And no one's going to die on his watch. Not here and not now and during the discussion between Hero and Natalya he takes advantage, gives Beth's hand an invisible squeeze, and lets her know he'll be at the end of the alley. At least this way he can be moving, stretching, let the damn blood circulate in his veins. Besides, it's a strategic position and he... is armed.

Still, he shakes his head as Hero goes into the building by herself. She's got balls, he'll give her that much. She's almost as reckless as he is.

Date: 2008-06-12 06:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] no-real-hero.livejournal.com
Shit, shit, shit: after all this time they finally get a goddamn lead and she can hardly fucking believe it. Of course it has to be on the seventh floor, and of course the elevator doesn't work so she has to hoof it up all those flights of stairs, and of course there are about ten doors to try because they only got so much information: la femme Beth habite au septième étage... je pense.

I think.


That fucking figures. As it turns out, there is no goddamn femme Beth habitant au septième étage which is fucking perfect, so she heads down to the sixth floor figuring sixième, septième, maybe she heard wrong.

It's the fourth door she tries on this floor that opens, some twenty goddamn minutes later than she would've liked, and...

"Beth?"

Oh yeah: she'd recognize that head of yellow hair anyplace. "Thank Christ."

"Who the hell are..." Deville's standing there like a goddamn statue wearing nothing but a bathrobe; the place is a wreck and at first she thinks maybe someone ransacked the apartment, but then the look of unfettered agony on Beth's face turns to recognition.

"Hero?"

That's her name, all right. "Is my brother here?"

Deville pulls the bathrobe closer over her chest; it's a move Hero would definitely be making if the situation was reversed, but probably not for the same reasons. "What? No, he... he left hours ago. I've been waiting here all--"

There's an unexpected sound from behind; both women whirl around.

Date: 2008-06-12 07:09 am (UTC)
stbethadettes: (well this is awkward)
From: [personal profile] stbethadettes
Sixth floor. It's a long walk up the stairs to it with Junior in her arms, but she has no choice but to make it. Ciba and Nat and Vlad are waiting outside, and they'll all have to split. For a little while, anyway. It's been a while since they've seen the Israeli chicks, but they're nearby now and on the move.

They're probably looking for Beth Deville, too. They're probably looking for all of them.

The door to 604 is ajar, and she can hear voices from inside. Peeking in, she sees Hero and then starts pushing the door further open with the back of her hand. "Hero, we gotta call off the hunt. Ciba and Natalya spotted Israelis a few blocks from--"

Behind Hero is a woman who must be her own age. Her eyes are blue, and her hair is long and blonde. "Oh." She's only wearing a robe and a look of total confusion, and Beth's so surprised she can't finish her original sentence at all. "My God. It's... it's really her, isn't it?"

They really fucking found her.

She can hardly believe it.

Date: 2008-06-12 07:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] no-real-hero.livejournal.com
The Israelis were spotted a few blocks from... what? But she doesn't have time to ask before Beth and Beth and Beth look at each other and sure enough, one of the Beths is bound to say something else sooner or later.

It's Deville, and her what is going on? is a perfectly valid question. The very best thing she can do is answer it.

"Beth, meet Beth."

There. That wasn't so goddamn hard after all. In the past nearly five years she's been through a lot of weird shit, but this situation almost takes the cake.

Good thing they're in civilized Paris. Their own country leaves a lot to be desired these days.

Date: 2008-06-12 07:49 am (UTC)
stbethadettes: (we call her Beth Junior)
From: [personal profile] stbethadettes
She's almost not sure which of them is officially being introduced to the other, but the whole damn thing's awkward as hell.

With blue eyes instead of green and no scar cutting across her face, she'd look kind of similar to Beth Singular.

Beth Junior, bundled in her little pink blanket, fidgets in her arms and turns toward Hero's voice.

"Um, Hero, this probably isn't the time for--"

Date: 2008-06-12 07:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] no-real-hero.livejournal.com
Screw that, there isn't ever going to be a good time for it and they're here now, so better get things out of the way. Ignoring Beth's protests, she looks down at her niece, smiles, and strokes the side of the baby's face. "And this beautiful little girl..."

Beth Junior's so fucking cute, especially in that pink hat.

"...is Yorick's daughter."

Deville's what? is so tiny and shocked it's just about inaudible.

Date: 2008-06-12 05:46 pm (UTC)
stbethadettes: (well this is awkward)
From: [personal profile] stbethadettes
Hero is goddamn stubborn. Kind of like a certain bounty hunter she knows.

"Well, this is awkward."

Beth Singular has a look on her face that clearly says she's not sure she understands what's going on well enough to be as shocked as she feels.

In all this time, she never considered that they'd meet Beth before Yorick and without Yorick. And it's not that she thinks putting off the inevitable is a good idea, but they could've had their convention-of-Beths introductions and then let Beth Singular get dressed so they can take her with them somewhere across town, where it's probably safer, and then explain Beth Junior.

She doesn't know if the Israelis are here by chance or if they were tailing their group, but she's not willing to believe it's just a crazy coincidence. They probably shouldn't stay here much longer.

And fuck, her arms are tired.

Date: 2008-06-13 01:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] no-real-hero.livejournal.com
Deville's just standing there staring, like she doesn't speak the same language as them any more, and Hero's tempted to spell it out for her: Y-o-r-i-c-k-'s d-a-u-g-h-t-e-r. But she doesn't because they can go over it all they want later, in as much gory detail as Beth and Beth find necessary.

She knows she's blunt, but the past five years have taught her to grab a goddamn opportunity when it presents itself. "I'm sorry, Beth," she says to Durand, "but Beth has a right to know about... Beth."

It's almost too fucking many Beths for her to keep track of, but if they just hang in there...

"What?" It's Deville again, using that word like she got it on sale in some bulk packaging store. But she says it to Beth, not to her, so Hero takes a step back. For as long as she's known Beth Durand, the Santa Madre hasn't been shy about speaking her thoughts. She can do it now... and then she can tell them whatever it was about the Israelis.

Date: 2008-06-13 04:57 am (UTC)
stbethadettes: (we call her Beth Junior)
From: [personal profile] stbethadettes
What, is it the name? Beth. Yeah, it's... not exactly the most original possibility -- especially since they practically have a royal flush of Beths just in this room right now, and she's been through all this before -- but "Beth Junior" had a long time to grow on her before the baby was even born. Not to mention two strong advocates in Spike and Hero.

"I know, it probably would have been easier if I called her Betty or Elizabeth, but I've never gotten along with the chicks who go by the variations, have you?"

Beth Deville's mouth opens and nothing comes out for a second. Finally, she seems to find words. "Yorick had a baby? With you?"

So she's still trying to come to terms with that part. Sure, it's a surprise, but does she really believe Yorick was celibate for all these years even though he didn't even know for sure that she was still alive? And sometimes babies happen when they're not exactly planned.

Beth's forehead wrinkles, and she adjusts Beth Junior in her arms. She's going to take up for the guy, of course. Like her, Yorick's only human. And she really did pretty much seduce him.

For the second round, anyway.

"Look, before this gets all Jerry Springer, you should know none of what happened was your boyfriend's--"

A high-pitched aeeee aeeer interrupts her, and she whips around to the source of the noise. She doesn't know how the hell she didn't notice a goddamn monkey in here before now.

(But that's good, right? Hero said Yorick owned one.)

Date: 2008-06-13 06:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] no-real-hero.livejournal.com
Amp's acting up: she didn't even fucking know he was in there. They've never been best friends, but he ought to at least recognize her. "Easy, Ampersand. We're all friends here."

"Yes. Well said."

Who? What the fuck? She turns, reaching for the gun at her waist, only to see exactly what they ran away from in that goddamn corn field all those months ago staring her in the face, ugly as ever.

"Holy sh--"

It's that Israeli cunt and two of her cronies. Alter's fast: the only thing Hero knows as she drops to the ground is the tail end of a rifle meeting her mouth.

That fucking hurts.

Date: 2008-06-13 06:50 am (UTC)
stbethadettes: (don't hurt my girl)
From: [personal profile] stbethadettes
Fuck.

She just put Junior down on the couch a moment ago, and now, with rifles pointed at her, she raises her hands and sidesteps her way between the soldiers and her baby.

Fuck.

How did they get here so quickly? What happened to Ciba and Natalya?

Beth Singular gasps loudly as Hero goes down, and Hero's hand rises to cover the lower half of her face but blood seeps out around her fingers almost immediately.

"Ms. Brown, I presume?" The eyes of the woman in charge are cold, her voice is accented, and her manner is almost businesslike. "You have your brother's eyes."

Beth can feel the dismay showing on her face when Alter -- who else can it be? -- takes a step closer and looks beyond her.

"As does this little one."

Where is Spike?

"Who...?" Beth Deville must be having one of the single worst days of her fucking life.

Beth isn't willing to wait to hear the rest of the question. "You're... you're Alter, right? Please. Please don't hurt my girl."

More than anything, she wishes she had the gun still stowed away in her diaper bag. There's no reason for Junior to be touched. She can't even be used to get to Yorick. He doesn't even know she exists, and Beth Deville's the only one who might have an idea of where he is right now.

(Where is Spike?)

One of the soldiers lowers her rifle long enough to take the gun from Hero's holster, and Alter watches almost impassively. "Nobody is going to hurt anyone."

Date: 2008-06-13 07:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] no-real-hero.livejournal.com
She's lucky she can still feel her goddamn teeth.

"Um, bitch?"

Alter ignores her completely, which is just fucking par for the course, and answers Beth instead. "Which is to say that I have no intention of killing you people."

There's a pause then as Alter looks around the room, her eyes like forged steel. "So long as you tell me where to find the man of the hour."

Right: if they knew that, would they be dicking around here like a bunch of fucking girls?

"Eat a cock!" Spitting out blood, it's the best she can come up with, even as Alter's bitches set up three chairs in a circle facing outward, force each of their asses down on one, and tie them up. One of her soldiers picks up Beth Junior and the other reaches for Amp. Yeah, she'd like to see how that works out: worst-behaved monkey in the world. The soldier holding her niece moves out of view and she has to turn to see Alter now.

Crouching, Alter holds up a knife to her best friend's face. "Perhaps when you provide us with one, Hero. Tell me where Yorick is hiding or I reopen your friend's old wounds."

Don't you fucking touch the Santa Madre.

But it's Deville who actually speaks up. "Don't cut her! I'll tell you what I know!"

Christ on a fucking pogo stick, when did Deville get so stupid? "Beth, shut up! She'll murder my brother!"

Where's the fucking cavalry when you need them? All she can think is that they got them all: Nat, Ciba, Vlad, and Spike.

Shit.

Date: 2008-06-14 07:25 pm (UTC)
stbethadettes: (oh fuck)
From: [personal profile] stbethadettes
"He was here last night, all right? But we had a... a fight. He took off."

Beth barely takes her eyes off Junior, but she can't help thinking that's just great. Yorick and his dream girl had some big fight last night -- assuming Beth Singular's not just trying to lead Alter and her band of merry psychos astray -- and her showing up as the Jezebel who stole Yorick for an evening and had his daughter must really be adding fuel to whatever fire's there.

She wasn't expecting whatever introductions ever took place to be all sunshine and rainbows, but she wasn't exactly expecting this, that's for certain.

"And where did he escape to after your lovers' quarrel?" Alter demands. Why the hell is she so fixated on Yorick, anyway?

"I have no idea." Beth Singular sounds pretty sincere. "I swear."

"Yes." This time Alter raises her knife to Beth Deville's face, and Beth bitterly wonders if Alter could do what she's threatening without an old wound already there to be traced. "You will..."

A curly-haired woman with glasses bursts in with what seems like urgent news. Beth can't understand a single fucking word of the exchange between them, but Alter seems taken by surprise for a moment before she gets down to business again.

Date: 2008-06-14 07:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] no-real-hero.livejournal.com
Fuck, fuck, fuck, she fucking hates this and fucking hates everybody and more than anything, she wishes she knew how to speak Hebrew so she could understand this goddamn conversation. They're talking something important, Alter and the new cunt who just waltzed in, and not knowing sucks.

She might as well make noise about it: the worst they can do is kill her now. "I'm gonna end you assholes!"

Alter ignores her completely, but seems to be giving some kind of ultimatum to the next bitch in line... and then she picks up what has to be Yorick's jacket.

Shit: after all this time, did they find him first? In a way it's all kind of irrelevant: she and Beth and Beth are tied up, and Alter and the other two chicks are on their way out the door, leaving only this fucking bimbo with the glasses who... has her eye on Beth Junior.

Fuck! If she could gnaw her way through these ropes, she would.

Date: 2008-06-14 09:15 pm (UTC)
stbethadettes: (get your cunting hands off)
From: [personal profile] stbethadettes
She's never seen so much fucking rope in her life. The rope binding her hands together is looped through the rope holding her to the back of the chair, and each of her legs is tied to a leg of her chair. She struggles in vain against it, wrists already feeling raw from her efforts. If not for her boots, her ankles would be, too.

The last chick who held Beth Junior did it a little uncertainly but like it was just another part of her job. Just another order from Alter she had to mindlessly obey.

This one is enjoying it.

Just behind her, she can feel Hero straining to move, but her eyes are glued to the woman growing enamored with her daughter.

It's plain as day and it scares the fuck out of her.

(Nat and Ciba must have been captured. Something must have happened to Spike.)

The soldier's playing with Junior, talking to her in purposefully high-pitched Hebrew, lifting her up above her head. There's an unexpected excess of affection in the brown eyes behind those glasses.

And there's a heavy feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach, but the surge of panic that accompanies it gives way to anger more than anything else. Trying her hardest to get at least a leg loose, she watches, glaring, her mouth twisting in a silent snarl.

"Get your cunting hands off my kid!"

The goddamn rope doesn't even feel like it's loosening.

Date: 2008-06-14 09:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] no-real-hero.livejournal.com
"How the hell did Yorick piss off the entire nation of Israel? His Merchant of Venice thesis?" It's Deville, and she's probably in just as much shock as anyone else at this fucking turn of events. Still, she ought to just stay quiet.

Hero knows she's in a little bit of shock: she's bound so tight she can barely think; she tastes blood every time she swallows; she can't fucking stand seeing that Israeli bitch with her goddamn niece like that. "Just shut up and let me think, Beth. Both of you."

The problem is that thoughts aren't really presenting themselves, other than the ones that go Natalya, goddammit, get your big Russian rifle up here or I thought Spike was standing guard at the end of the fucking hall and I can see him not taking on three soldiers, but he could have handled this one and she knows if she had a knife she could get out of this mess.

But she doesn't have a knife.

Finally, the soldier turns to them, a look of adoration for Beth Junior on her face, and speaks in accented English. "I never wanted to be a soldier, or much of anything, really." She jostles the baby in her arms a little soothingly. "What's your euphemism? Homemaker? Why wasn't it enough for you people to just be a mother?"

But then she turns away from them, Beth Junior snuggled tight against her chest, and starts to move toward the door. She coos something soft in Hebrew to the baby, who's holding on to the edge of that bitch's jacket for dear life.

Date: 2008-06-14 10:23 pm (UTC)
stbethadettes: (fucking amazons)
From: [personal profile] stbethadettes
What?

A mother is all she's been since Junior has been born. She loves her daughter. She'd do anything for her. The whole reason she's even here in Paris in the first place was because she tried to guarantee safety for Junior.

If huge fucking generalizations and complete lack of scruples are what gets this crazy chick by, she could play at that game too.

But it won't help Hero think any faster even if they do shut up, and meanwhile the wannabe mom is murmuring something obscenely tender in little Beth's ear and heading for the door like she's going to leave them here and go play house somewhere.

"Hero, please!" Her chair wobbles against her efforts at getting free. "This bitch is gonna kidnap Beth Junior!"

Date: 2008-06-14 10:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] no-real-hero.livejournal.com
That's fucking it. Nobody walks out of the room carrying her goddamn niece unless it's Mamacita.

Nobody.

"The colonel isn't that stupid, is she? She knows her boss will hunt her to the ends of the earth if... if she comes back and finds the woman she left on guard has abandoned her post."

Really, it's the best she can do hog-tied like this. If this cunt is going to do a ploy for sexist sympathy, she can give as good as she gets.

Just before she gets to the door, the crazy soldier -- still cradling Junior like she means it -- turns back to them with a look of utter disgust on her face. "Alter has lost her mind. She would not care if I executed all three of you."

Just try it, she wants to say, because alive or dead, I will hunt you to the ends of the fucking earth if you walk out of here with my niece in your arms.

Date: 2008-06-14 11:13 pm (UTC)
stbethadettes: (absolutely fierce)
From: [personal profile] stbethadettes
"Then do it, you fucking virgin." She spits out every word with venom. She's never been so mad in her entire goddamn life, and if Beth Singular has any neighbors at home right now, she's sure they can hear every word she's saying loud and clear. "Kill me and steal my baby, see if that will make you feel like less of a barren piece of dried shit."

"Careful, woman," the soldier warns. She shifts Junior to one hand and draws a gun. "Or I will take more than just your--

"'Suka!" It's one of the best sounds she can imagine hearing: Natalya's voice calling out some Russian battle cry. Rifle at the ready, Nat's in the doorway like a stone guardian. "'Tchyo za ga'lima?!"

A step behind, Ciba smiles tiredly. "I'm guessing that's Russian for mine's bigger than yours."

"Natalya!" All of Beth's relief is in that one word. Watching as the Israeli chick drops the gun, she slumps against the back of her chair for just a moment.

Date: 2008-06-15 01:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] no-real-hero.livejournal.com
There's half the goddamn cavalry and it's about time: what the hell took them so long?

"Always with the last-minute Han Solo."

Natalya's aiming that really big fucking rifle at the Israeli chick, who has one hand up in that please don't shoot me pose she's seen too many times over the past five years.

I told you so, Hero.

Shut up, Victoria. You're as gone as this soldier bitch is about to be.
And it's Natalya's voice, not Victoria's, that she hears next. "Incorrect, outer-space cadet. It was our favorite sister of NASA who guilt me into putting my tits on line to rescuing you helpless ornaments."

She could just about kiss Nat, who turns to the soldier with her rifle leveled at the bitch's face. "Now then, unhand child or I unhead you."

That's more fucking like it. As soon as the soldier sets Junior down safely, Natalya conks the crazy bitch on the head with her rifle; there's a lot of that going around today. The best goddamn bodyguard in the world moves to untie Beth first -- Junior needs her mama -- and Deville starts in again with the one-word questions.

"Wait. What?"

It's Ciba who moves forward to answer Deville, Vlad in her arms. "Ciba Weber, lovely to meet you."

Apparently, spending time in Paris hasn't dulled Deville's memory. "Ciba Weber -- the astronaut?"

For the first time in a lot of days, Ciba grins. "Ooh, I like this one already."

Hurry the fuck up, Natalya, my hands are fucking killing me. She's still getting the ropes off Beth when Deville continues, and Hero can't blame her for the question.

"You have a son? Is he...?"

Ciba's quick with the answer, thankfully. "Not your boyfriend's. You are Yorick's fairy princess, right? Come on, let's get you your happy ending."

From behind the curtain, Amp peeks out and now it's Hero's very own turn. "Ampersand, you goddamn useless thing with opposable thumbs: get your ass over here and untie me now."

As usual, Amp ignores her completely.

Date: 2008-06-15 02:08 am (UTC)
stbethadettes: (well this is awkward)
From: [personal profile] stbethadettes
Her hands are free first, then her upper body, and after that Nat works on the rope at each of her legs. Just as soon as she's loose, she stands up, her wrists killing her, and picks up Beth Junior.

"Hi, sweetheart." It's just loud enough not to be a whisper. "Mommy's got you."

Junior was good-natured enough not to burst into tears this whole time, but for the first time since they got up here, a big open-mouthed baby grin lights up her face.

It's so good to see.

She makes a point of not looking toward the unconscious body of the would-be kidnapper. She's never wanted to hurt someone so much, and she doesn't trust herself not to do it even now.

Amidst the relieved grins and untying and introductions and confused questions, there's still one thing that's very wrong besides the fact that Alter and the rest of her group must've gone after Yorick.

She hasn't felt a touch from Spike or even heard his voice since she entered the building. Spike's impulsive as hell. There's no fucking way he would've just watched during any part of this, and that heavy feeling in her stomach makes itself known again.

Moving away from the others, she worriedly looks out the door and down the hallway.

Date: 2008-06-15 03:28 am (UTC)
stbethadettes: (we call her Beth Junior)
From: [personal profile] stbethadettes
Heading for the nearest stairwell, she drags her feet a little, almost expecting to trip over an invisible body.

But there's nothing she notices, nothing she trips over, and Ciba and Nat would've noticed a man -- especially a tall skinny one with green hair -- in the hallway if he'd lost the cloak at any point.

Her hand rubs Beth Junior's back, and having found nothing, she walks toward the stairs at the opposite side of the hallway.

She offers a quiet Spike? to the empty hallway, but there's no answer. It's only when she's a few steps away that she notices a smear of blood on the door between her and the stairs.

She almost doesn't want to look, but moving Junior to her right arm, she reaches out tentatively with her left and opens the door.

"Spike!"

He's right out in the open, no cloak to hide him, and his face is bloodied and he has a goddamn knife sticking out of him. Dropping to her knees beside him as quickly as possible, she picks up his hand with her free one.

His eyes are open and he's breathing, and that's... well, it has to be good enough for now.

"Spike, I'm going to get Hero to help, okay?" Hero's trained for this sort of thing and can do a better job than she can with little Beth wriggling in her arms. There's a slight stinging behind her eyes, and she blinks it away. "If you broke any ribs this time, I'm going to hurt you myself."

Date: 2008-06-15 04:02 am (UTC)
stbethadettes: (and she's... she's pretty huh?)
From: [personal profile] stbethadettes
The comment there were soldiers forces a short laugh out of her in spite of everything.

"Tell me about it, bounty hunter."

She saw enough of them just in that one room.

"We're both okay. We're all okay." She squeezes his hand in return, but there's no time to give him the long version. He needs medical attention, first of all, and Yorick... is still out there somewhere. But first things first: she lifts his hand and brushes a quick kiss against the back of it. "Hold still, all right? I'll be right back with Hero."

Her voice doesn't shake a bit this time.

Date: 2008-06-15 04:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] no-real-hero.livejournal.com
She's going to fucking kill Spike for being lazy on the goddamn job... until the moment she sees the look on Beth's face. Already halfway through the door, Hero frowns wordlessly and just follows. Now that the circulation's returning to her hands and feet, she's starting to feel at least a little bit human. Most of the blood's wiped off her face and she knows now that it was her nose doing most of the leaking there; it's probably broken but she doesn't give a good goddamn about that.

That smear of blood on the door is a pretty good giveaway that something happened, and she's not all that surprised to open the door and see Spike barely leaning against the wall there, blood on his face and a knife sticking out of him near his shoulder. He's a little pale, but she's a goddamn EMT and if she can't take care of this, they can take her license away retroactive to the beginning of time.

"Okay, you. Let's take a look at your head first." The conditions aren't exactly optimal for triage, but she's seen worse. Mostly, she just talks to keep him paying attention so he doesn't nod off.

"Mamacita, you got any clean burp cloths on you? I need something to get this blood out of the way. And some warm water: think you can grab those things for me?"

There are two things she never travels without: her first aid kit and her gun. The gun wouldn't have helped in this situation, but the kit will. It's no standard-issue drug store kit but her EMT kit, complete with its own to-go suture supplies. She hasn't had to use it in a while, but she's glad to have it because someone here's going to need stitches in more than one place.

"Hope you aren't afraid of needles, only other man on the planet." Her smile is grim but well-meaning.

Date: 2008-06-15 05:05 am (UTC)
stbethadettes: (well this is awkward)
From: [personal profile] stbethadettes
Her diaper bag is tucked away in the baby carriage that was left by everyone outside in the alley, but she reaches into her coat pocket to produce a clean spare cloth and hands it to Hero.

"I'll get the water."

But she's not going all the way back downstairs to the alley to get her bag until she sees Spike taken care of.

As she walks back to room 604, Beth Junior rests her head in the crook of her neck. She puts on a small smile for the others as she helps herself to the water she needs and tells them that it's for Hero, that she's tending to her nose.

It's not the greatest excuse, but it's what she's got to work with.

She doesn't waste much time getting back to Spike and Hero.

Date: 2008-06-15 06:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] no-real-hero.livejournal.com
"No talking, no touching, and definitely no smoking." They don't have a lot of fucking time before the others start asking where they are; his forehead takes four stitches -- not too bad -- but it's the knife thing that eats up most of their time. It has to be done quickly. She tears away what's left of his t-shirt from around the wound: it's ugly, but knife wounds always are.

"Beth. When this knife comes out, put pressure on the wound." There's no time to be nice about things; there's only time to get this shit done and see if he can fucking stand on his own two feet so they can get the cloak back on him and get him out of here unseen.

"Three. Two. One. Now."

The stitching goes pretty smoothly once she starts, and when she's done and it's all cleaned up -- fifteen minutes start to finish, not bad but definitely not a designer job -- and gauzed and taped, she turns to Beth.

"Maybe now's the time to tell Natalya and Ciba what's going on. He lost a fair amount of blood."

Date: 2008-06-15 06:45 am (UTC)
stbethadettes: (the jezebel who stole Yorick for a night)
From: [personal profile] stbethadettes
Gently bouncing Junior on her hip, she shakes her head. "And then have to field fuck knows how many questions while Alter's out there after Yorick?"

She doesn't think it's a good idea, but more importantly, she thinks the timing would be pretty terrible.

It'll be more difficult with him wounded, but she can juggle Spike and the girls. She has been this long.

Somebody has to try to find Yorick or his friends as soon as possible. Beth Singular will know what he was wearing when he left, if nothing else.

Unfortunately, they could probably just as easily trail him by asking people which direction the group of Israeli soldiers was moving in.

Date: 2008-06-15 07:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] no-real-hero.livejournal.com
Efficiently, she packs things back into her first aid kit, wiping her hands on the burp cloth before pointing a finger at Spike. "You take on any more soldiers today, I'll kick your goddamn ass myself." Her glare is as fierce as she can make it, but really she's studying him to make sure he really is okay; she has to admit he probably is. He's tough. "That's a custom sewing job and I fucking hate sewing."

Turning to Beth, her eyes narrow. "All right. We need to get back and hash things out with Deville and Nat and Ciba. Make sure they have that bitch taken care of so she never fucking lifts another kid again unless it's her own. Figure out how fast we can follow Alter's trail and get to my goddamn brother. But I think there's been enough excitement for one night, and you and Ciba and the Invisible Man ought to go back home and see to the kids."

The offer's a calculated risk, but it's about the only offer she wants to give Beth at this point.

Date: 2008-06-15 07:31 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] stbethadettes
Hero's certainly dropping more information for Spike than she did, but even though he's patched up, it's still no time to delve into details. Leaning into him, she plants the gentlest kiss possible against the side of his face.

It isn't possible to argue about how much excitement they've had in the last twelve hours, and she'd love to let Beth Junior get a little undisturbed sleep. To let Spike get some rest.

But if they're all going to push themselves to go after Yorick, she's not about to stay behind.

"We'll hash it out with the others," she agrees stubbornly.

One thing's for sure: nobody should stay here.

She turns toward Spike. "Is that cloak still in working order?"

It's a good question, but are you sure you're okay to move around? is the one her eyes ask.

Date: 2008-06-15 10:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] no-real-hero.livejournal.com
No matter how often she sees it she'll never get used to it: one minute he's there and the next he's just gone, and she wonders how many times since they've been out here he's been around and she just hasn't known. How many private moments weren't private after all?

That's not particularly fair, but she can't help but wonder. Whatever gets people through the night, though; she's not going to make a big deal out of it.

"Still invisible. I'd give my right tit for one of those things. You ever decide you don't need it any more..." It feels good to laugh again, no matter how bitter the laugh might be. "Come on, everybody. Let's haul ass back there and get this fucking show figured out so we can take it on the road." She gives Beth a sharp look. "Whatever road it leads to."

Probably the last goddamn thing her brother needs is her protection, but he's probably already had a hell of a night and it's about to get worse if Alter gets to him first. Finding out he has a daughter might go better if it waits... but what does she know. Just that it's time to get going.

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