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 Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 4:30 pm
Lauren sat quietly, just holding Nita's hand under the table and smileing in her direction. It was like the two sides of her own self were colliding. Nita brought the good up in Lauren, the part of Lauren that she thought had died when Lauren's mother died. Moreau brought in comfort, he was the father she never had and at the same time he brought out the pained side in herself, the side that was abused so much that she could find pleasure in others pain.
It was a very akward moment for Lauren. She hoped Nita would say yes, then she would get it all over with. There would be no internal conflict for the girl, none at all. She would have those two sides permanently merged and never have to question them.
Entirely too akward, she poked at the remnants of her meal. Food was left on her plate that she didn't want to eat, an all too unusual thing for Lauren.
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 4:40 pm
She could feel them both watching her. Nita swallowed a few times, hoping she wasn't too obviously stalling for time. But... "Helping some of them see the brighter side," Nita repeated. "That I can do."
The girl smiled weakly, thinking of Cody and Kikue, the youngest islanders she knew. Nita had helped them, she was pretty sure, even if it was just by sharing their fear and anger. She had felt quite a lot of both emotions over the past few months, and maybe her own experiences really could help some of the others. Nita bit her lip and nodded, a bit more confident. "I've already tried to help some of them," she said.
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 4:48 pm
"Good! Glad to hear it... now we can continue this wonderful meal. If you need anything don't hestitate to ask me. I can provide most things for you. Just not anything that could be used to hurt another islander, or for an escape, or for communication. But anything else your heart desires, I can likely provide." Moreau lifted his glass.
"A toast, to new relationships and friends..." Moreau grinned. He'd test her loyalty soon enough. After all, he couldn't have someone with Lauren that wasn't dedicated to him.
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 4:55 pm
The tension eased, Lauren raised her glass to join the toast, "Hell yeah!" She exclaimed then drank a little bit of the wine only to be hit by the bitterness yet again.
Lauren was very happy that Nita seemed to be on the same side that she was.
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 5:04 pm
"Yes, of course," Nita said, and nodded her understanding. Not that she was likely to want to hurt anyone anyway, and escape hadn't been much on her mind for quite some time. She raised her glass, extremely relieved that the tension wasn't nearly so thick, and took a decent sip of the wine.
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 5:09 pm
The rest of the meal went very much the same. Moreau kept to himself with a grin through most of it after that. When they were finished Moreau had Nita and Lauren escorted back to Nita's duplex. When they arrived there they found a larger bed and new clothes for both of them stored there. As well as an LCD TV mounted on the wall with a DVD player built in.
Apparently, they had Moreau's approval.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 3:42 pm
Moreau drove the jeep back towards the labs in absolute silence. He wasn't sure what to say or how to say it, he was still fuming about the situation with Aubrey. Moreau was pleased that she had left Billy but it hadn't been on the final terms he wanted. He'd never understood why she had gotten so close to him. Far from admitting it was his own fault for involving the two with his attempt to make Aubrey more cold to the villagers. He'd not only failed at doing so he'd made things worse, deep down Moreau knew this, but he perfered not to dwell on it, after all, if it was anyone's fault it was Aubrey's for being weak and oversensative. She didn't know how to detatch herself from them it seemed, while Moreau himself seemed only unable to detach himself from her. He pulled towards the labs, the metal gates slowly opening for their approaching jeep and Moreau pulling into the parking lot, deep in his own thought,, his face lost it's stern expression for a bit.
Aubrey sat in silence as well. She was in shock from his violent reaction to the ill-fated ransom attempt, and was unsure what to say. She was more than ready to be home.. after Billy,and Natsumi... she knew where she wanted to be and it definately wasn't... out there.
Not that she knew exactly what she was expecting, but this wasn't it. She tried to busy herself with tending to the small but painful wound from the needle, but in a moving vehicle all she could really do was find a clean cloth in the first aid kit and keep pressure on to try and stop the bleeding. It was nothing serious of course, but it was still sore something feirce.
So, she sat in silence as well, eyes darting between her lap to take quick, fertive glances at Moreau, trying to decipher what he was thinking. She had hoped he would have been a bit more... warming? But why she expected that was beyoind her. She knew better, and she also knew she didn't deserve it.
Aubrey wordlessly got of the Jeep and followed him. She opened her mouth a few times to say something, but figured she ought to let him have the first say.
"So..." Moreau paused for a moment. He almost knew what she was going to say in response to this, but he needed to know for sure. He was sure that Aubrey would either gush it all out, or take some kind of horrible offense. She was so difficult to understand sometimes.
On many levels Moreau was a cruel person, and despite it's relative innocence he knew how cruel this question actually was.
"How was your stay?"
Aubrey blinked in surprise. That wasn't the question she had expected. A hint of anger flashed in her eyes but she swallowed it down before she spoke. She chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment before she could find her voice.
"You mean you weren't watching?" It was a weighted question, and a touch of bitter sarcasm seeped in dispite her best intentions.
"Not every second... I'll admit that much. But I didn't ask you for details on what happened, I know that much, I asked how was it?" Moreau shrugged, attempting to look smug. He very much felt like the ball was back in his court with this relationship and he perfered that.
Still, he had to question some of Aubrey's motivations for returning to him. He wanted her with him no matter what, but he knew if she was just returning to the lesser of two evils what would be the point.
Aubrey looked comtemplative for a moment, crossing her arms over her chest. "Miserable," she finally answered, watchimg him closely. She hated having to admit it, especially because a mental invalid could have picked that up by watching almost amount of her stay. Delivering stillborns and rape attempts certainly didn't add up to a good time.
"As expected." Moreau said with a smug tone. He needed to feel empowered again before he'd be able to ask his next question. Moreau always had difficulty when he really started to feel sensative.
He could run through the motions alright, but that was very different from actually feeling through these things.
"Did you miss me?" Moreau said, his tone dropping a bit as he lost a bit of his arrogent edge. He watched Aubrey's eyes, wanting to see if she would tell him the truth.
Of course, if he doubted her he could check the biometrics readings later...
She paused for only a minutes, actually wanting to give an honest answer to him. She met his gaze fully, and in a completely serious tone. "Every second."
Moreau's next question was easy then. He was digging for the answers he needed, to make the difficult decisions.
"Why?" he said flately.
"Because I love you!" she answered back quickly, her even voice raising with a touch of flustered insult. "I messed up, I'm sorry, Nick, but I never stopped loving you," before she figured it probably wouldn't be the best course of action, she reached out and took one of his hands in hers.
Moreau pulled his hand back a bit. "But is that enough, honestly Aubrey?"
"This isn't a fairy tale, being with me means being with my research. I'm just not sure your hearts in it anymore." Moreau sighed. He was being honest here, more honest than he liked to admit.
"I miss the wide eyed girl who would stare at me with awe in her eyes. Who never questioned my actions. The one I could astound with my scientific brillance."
Aubrey averted her eyes slightly. "Your brilliance still astounds me, Nick," she said softly. "I just can't shake the feeling that you don't fully trust me." She winced, because know, as much as she hated to admit it, he had a very good reason not to. "I mean, with what happened with Colche, and the drugs... I can't walk as diciplined a line as you to, I guess that's your call if that's acceptable to you or not."
She sighed, bringing her eyes back up to his. "I want to be by your side because I want to me, not because you ahve to manipulate me to be. You left me down there to my own devices for weeks and I never once betrayed you. Right?"
"Perhaps the reason I didn't fully let you in is I was scared you'd not want to be with me if I did. Perhaps I didn't fully trust you because I know the attatchments you form..." Moreau was getting to the root of one of the biggest rifts between them.
"Do you really want to be let in Aubrey? No more secrets or closed files? Do you really want to be a part of everything I do? I'm not looking for a concience Aubrey, I need to know that you'll be a part of it, no matter how distasteful you might consider it." Moreau asked his honest question. How prepared was Aubrey to really cross that line with him.
"Or do you just want things back the way they were, with me keeping the darkest aspects from you." Moreau stroked Aubrey's face "Protecting you."
Her eyes searched his as she took a few minutes to fully explore what he was offering. "I..." she was very deliberate with her words. "I can't promise I will like everything. But I've made a commitment to you that I plan.." she closed her eyes, "that I want to keep." She looked back up at him. "I guess I need to feel like I really have the option not agree. If I was your equal, you wouldn't protect me. You would be honest with me. You would let me have my feeling and my own way of doing things and trust me enough that you don't have to hide who you are or what you do from me. Because even if we don't fully see eye to eye, I.." She lost where she was going with this and took a breath.
"I guess I want to feel like we can agree to disagree. I don't think you can ever force me to see the world exactly how you see it. But its never been like that...ever. But how I feel for you never changes. I'm still loyal. I still recognize the genius that you are. I can only do this - I can only live myself if I can know I'm standing by your side because I want to, not because you're forcing me to."
She learned into his touch. "Wouldn't you want that, too?"
Moreau didn't want an equal though, he wanted a trusted subordinate, a loyal hench-woman perhaps. But perhaps a compromise could be found somewhere in between for both of them.
Moreau knew he needed his Aubrey. "We can agree to disagree, but I won't promise that it'll change things when I have made a decision."
"For this to work, the final decisions, always will have to rest with me..." Moreau said with no lack of seriousness in his voice.
"I know," Aubrey said. That was never in question. "I guess I want to right to disagree without having to be... afraid. I don't want to be scared of you."
Moreau stroked Aubrey's face. "You never had to be afraid of me... I could never harm you Aubrey. Your too special to me."
Moreau sighed, a half smile returning to his face "Alright, then honesty it is. Welcome to my world, I'm not going to hold anything back from you from here on." Moreau smiled, he would try this, and if things didn't work out.. as much as it would pain him he would atleast have a new subject.
As it pained Aubrey now that she didn't fully believe him. It saddened her that she was scared of Moreau. Leaving her out in the village with the real chance that she would be out there for good did nothingbut comfirm that Moreau was not above turning her into a subject.
For now, she swallowed the rising sense of forboding in her chest and nodded.
"Come to my office." Moreau nodded and began walking with Aubrey towards his personal office.
As their conversation up to this point had taken place outside the jeep, Moreau lead Aubrey into the labs and the elevator towards their eventual goal. She wanted honesty... he'd show her honesty.
Aubrey suddenly found herself wondering what she had gotten herself into, but she obeyed, following him silently.
Moreau opened the door to his office. He waved his hand in front of a filing cabinet that previously even Aubrey couldn't have gotten into. He pulled out his files on the lockout, serums that he'd intentionally modified, such as Bobby's enhanced hunger, just to see what he was capable of. It also had details of his newest experiments, with dupicating and forcing a human brain to create the instinctual loyalty often found in canines. Then there was one file that stood out above the rest... "Dr. Aubrey Lockheart".
Aubrey looked over the files, nothing really surprisinging her too much until she spotted her name. She did a double take, at first thinking it must surely just be the overseeing scientist.. but no. Her jaw fell open and her eyes widened as her breath caught in her throat. "...but..."
She swallowed, her mouth suddenly feeling like cotten. She reached forward and picked it up, her hands shaking slightly as she attempted to open it.
The file contained extensive details about her life between when she and Moreau parted ways, including senseative information that Moreau had hired private investigators to find out. It also included details of her childhood, and her parents, including school records and grades. The most interesting details of the notes were cross referenced with the mansion and the expansive layout he'd had built. It boiled down to the fact that the entire point of Moreau building his mansion had not been for himself, but to impress Aubrey.
Indeed, much of Moreau's work on the island had initially been to prove how brilliant he was to her. He had been planning on bringing her on board since it was but a concept. Further into the file were more detailed notes of all of Aubrey's time with Moreau and some details that she might have thought she'd been alone for.
Then the later part of the file was the darkest still, it detailed Moreau's attempts to turn Aubrey more against the islanders, what he had done to that effect. It also included details about her mauling by Zach and what DNA procedures they had used to restore her.
The last part of that being the most interesting as it detailed the chip she'd been installed with for her protection. Showing how the chip control was only with Moreau and only responded to his voice, not attatched in anyway to the other chips.
"You wanted honesty." Moreau said as he stood behind Aubrey, half trying to comfort her and half blocking her path to the door.
Aubrey felt her knees go weak as she started to read over. She used one hand to brace against the desk as it kept going deeper and deeper. She knew Moreau was a... dedicated man. But this went beyond even her comprehension of his obsession. All her suspiciouns abut Colche's rape and Billy's access to drugs were there.
And the blaring answer to how Moreau had so quickly learned about her indescretion with Billy. Her hand immediately went to her neck as she read it, having to read over that particular reference several times over before she would believe it.
"I... I don't..." She didn't know where to start. She felt her heart fluttering in her chest as a wave of panic swept over her. Sabin was right all along. She was in less control of her life here than any of the islanders.
She only stoped reading as the file, behind held in her hand sharted to shake so bad she could barely read it. It fell to the desk.
Moreau attempted to grasp her hand. "I warned you you wouldn't like what you'd find. But if it means anything, I did it to protect you... not to survalance you. Moreau didn't mention that was an added benifit of doing so.
Moreau held tightly onto Aubrey's hands. "After the incident I was scared for you, this way I can know your alright. I can protect you the same way I protect the islanders from each other and themselves."
Aubrey looked down at grip Moreau had on her hands. She shook her head from side to side. "No..." she whispered in disbeleif. "No, please! Take it out... please!"
"Why? It's not like anyone else has access to it. It's not like I'd ever do anything to hurt you, you know that. But I need to protect you... you wouldn't let me stop you from going to the village, or do you want to end up dead Aubrey?" Moreau ran his hands over hers. He didn't intend to remove it, it was the only thing that made him assured of Aubrey's safety these days.
Her mind was racing, trying to understand his logic. "Can it.. I mean.. the buzzing..?"
"It has all the same features as the other chips, but... I wouldn't abuse it like that. It's there for your protection exclusively... I promise." Moreau did his best to sound sincere. He hadn't technically said he would never use it like that, he said he wouldn't abuse it like that. If Aubrey were to try to run out in the middle of a dangerous storm again he might be forced to stop her this time.
"This is how you knew..." she said offhandendly. "It .. it all makes sense.." she could tell if she wanted to laugh or to cry. "I was right.. about everything... what you did to Colche, and Billy's drugs... I just.. how could you?" She was paled and in shock, nothing seeming to want to sink in.
"I did what I felt was right..." Moreau said flately, nothing else needed to be said.
She ran a hand through her hair, trying to think. She felt faint and a little sick. "I think I want to go lie down," she said softly.
"Alright, we'll talk more later... your access rights have been restored." Moreau stroked her hair softly, he did care for her, and that was probably in his mind, his greatest flaw.
She flinched from his touch, gently pulling her hands out from his. She tried not to make it look like she was rushing away, but in reality she was. She needed time to think, and it made her a bit nauseous to realize there was no where were she could go to really be alone.
Her fingers probed the flesh on the back of her neck, trying to detect the faint bump of the chip under the skin. She made her way to her 'own' room in the mansion, the one she hardly ever went to anymore unless she was being punished and collasped on the bed.
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 2:32 am
Aubrey Lockheart She couldn't go to the beach, not without staying within twenty feet or so of the beach bar... in order to stay in the cameras' range. While alcohol would be a plus, it would put her in high risk of islander interaction. And the islanders were on Aubrey list of people she didn't want to talk to.
Unfortunately, Moreau was still high on that list as well.
And she was tired of messing around in her office. The place had been cleaned floor to ceiling about three times in the past week.
So Aubrey was at the pool. She wasn't usually one for swimming... but being antsy and bored was motivation enough - not like a bit of exercise would kill her. The cool water was having a nice effect so far - cooling her off, both mentally and physically, and helping her achieve a sense of cleansing.
Sabin Duvert
Sabin was far from blind to Aubrey's recent... "situation." The circumstances of her return to the labs, the look of anxiety on her face whenever he saw her in the same viscinity as Moreau... And even her surreptous aquisition of a counselor to the island, all of them spoke of a disquiet that was deep within the woman that she was doign only a marginal job of bridling.
Sabin had, admittedly, been disappointed that she had come back to the labs at all. He had hoped for a greater success in pursuading her that the other side of the fence was preferable to returning to Moreau's control. He had tried to push Billy and her to go to eachother... but in the end, he knew he wasn't fooling anyone. While Billy might have actually had feelings for Aubrey, he wasn't exactly the most endearing of individuals: having the tendency of pushing away or attacking anything good that might come to his life. And Aubrey was right about one thing - even if she HAD chosen Billy... Moreau would have never let it happen. He'd never be able to see her with someone else.
Although, Sabin's first push for power was not wholly unsuccessful. Aubrey was still considerably distracted, Moreau broody. Having stepped forward to take responsibilty while Aubrey was on hiatus had put him in good enough graces to earn more trust from Moreau, and not all of those responsibilities - and priviledges - were revoked. So he was making gradual progress. Moreau didn't even seem to care about his specialized 'punishments' for those that acted against Zachary.
But regardless, Sabin had been meaning to speak with Aubrey since her return. However, since he was fully aware of how closely Moreau was watching her, he didn't dare approach her where he thought that he might be overheard. So when he spied her on the cameras down at the pool, Sabin headed back to his quarters to get changed and "run into" her.
Sabin, from having done camera duty numerous times, was well aware that water made it a b***h to overhear any sort of conversation. Sabin didn't care if he was seen on camera. Him speaking with Aubrey was certainly allowed. He just didn't want to be heard.
So, bedecked in his not-intended-for-men-over-25 speedo, towel, and flip flops, Sabin headed down to the pool room and took a seat at the edge, waiting for Aubrey's laps to take her right to him.
Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey surfaced upon seeing Sabin's legs in the water. She flipped her wet fair out of her face and looked up at him, a bit embarassed...she hated being caught in a swimsuit. "Hello Duvert," she said catching her breath. "What are you doing?" She couldn't help but stare a bit... the thing was so small.
Sabin Duvert Sabin gave her a beaming grin, noting her attention on his groin. Of course, in her defense, perched on the edge of the pool it was pretty much at eye-level when she surfaced.
Sabin Duvert "Doing? I've come down for a swim. Do I need a hall pass for that?" He teased back. "Though, I must say, you look much better now than the last time we ran into eachother down here."
Aubrey Lockheart "Thanks," she said, moving a bit to the side and holding on to the edge of the pool. "I feel better, too." Mentally, at least. She looked over at Sabin again and shook her head. "You're going to make up inact a dress code, Doctor."
Sabin Duvert Sabin's grin stretched wider as he slipped into the pool, stretching. "Oh come now, aren't we a little past such things?" Sabin commented, drifting slowly in a circle around her.
"I am glad that you're feeling better... despite there being the proverbial trouble in paradise. Things certainly have been... complicated as of late. I must admit, however, I'm surprised to see you hvaing returned to work so soon."
Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey scoffed. "What else is there to do around here?"
Sabin Duvert Sabin rolled his shoulders. "Depends on what you like to do for fun. There is certainly plenty to do here, both work and play." Sabin drew out the last word with a strange smile. Aubrey had encountered Sabin in a number of diverse moods... and today he seemed rather... off. Playful, but not necessarily in a friendly sort of way.
Aubrey Lockheart She arched an eyebrow, not really in the mood to mess around, but she had been doing her best not to be snappish at other people. It certainly wasn't Sabin's fault for her sour mood.
"Well, I'm glad to be back at work. I've enough 'vacation' to last a while," she said bitterly.'
Sabin Duvert The tone of bitterness did not escape Sabin. "You sound like you've got a lot on your shoulders." Sabin hedged. "I know that... you don't exactly have a lot of people that you can talk to about that sort of thing... but my ears are always open... and with the convenient lapping water, no one else's is.." He commented quietly with a meaningful look towards the corners of the room.
Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey watched Sabin for a moment, noting his meaning. "I'm just a bit overwhelmed is all. I always wanted to know the full story.. but now that I know, I'm not sure that's what I wanted at all."
Sabin Duvert Sabin's curiousity piqued, he slid closer. "Full story? Speak on, Doctor Lockheart. Which full story might this be? The one I have been telling you all along... or something more sinister?"
Aubrey Lockheart "A little bit of both," Aubrey admitted, dropping her voice. She paddeled over to the shallow end slowly, giving Sabin a pointed look to follow her. "You heard what happened, right? Why Moreau took me back?"
Sabin Duvert "I heard about the attack... yes. The whole labs heard about the attack. It has some of the techs terrified of the big, nasty Islanders. As if they weren't paranoid enough when it comes to any sort of dealings with them. Between that and the..... attack.." Sabin's expression darkened for a moment. "Some of the guards have tried to demand being added to the voice-recognition buzzing. And some have even tried to refuse going outside the gates. And they have guns." He shook his head disdainfully. "But Alec and Tommy's attack... did Moreau take you back out of concern... or something else?"
Aubrey Lockheart "I'm not sure. Part of me is bitter he didn't come for me after Natsumi..." she trailed over, her voice catching, though she quickly recovered. "I needed him then, you know?"
Sabin Duvert Sabin nodded, leaning against the side of the pool and giving Aubrey his full attention. "After.... the stillbirth. I had to dispatch a set of guards after the fetus. I remember that. Nasty business, that. It couldn't have been easy..." He intentionally gave his voice a sympathetic note. "But... at least you had the proper training...."
Aubrey Lockheart "It wasn't about training," Aubrey snapped, slipping her arms around herself. "I just... you know, I wasn't ready for that. We killed that baby. It was hard enough for me to accept that at all, much less to be be there."
Sabin Duvert One of Sabin's eyebrows lifted at her sudden shift of tone. So that was it... and it made sense. She felt responsible. The loss of a life. It had 'just' been a fetus... but on the same note, it wasn't exactly an abortion. Natsumi had wanted the child.
"I understand. And yet... you're still here. Back at the labs, I mean. Are we working at perfecting the approach... or just keep fiddling to see what else can be done..?" Sabin poised the question. "To... whatever results."
Aubrey Lockheart "I just... " she shook her head. "What choice did I have? I don't want to be a test subject."
Sabin Duvert "Well... that IS your choice. Though we discussed the issue of choices earlier. We all have choices to make... where you draw the line... when you go so against your nature that you either have to.. just keep going... or pull yourself back. It can be very difficult."
Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey's eyes fell closed, shaking her head slowly. "I just give up. I'm having to reap what I've sewn, and I think that's what I've come to realize."
Sabin Duvert Sabin knew that this point would come sometime. If not this result, then one similar. He had seen Aubrey under so much pressure from so long... seeing her living in a point of self-deception. It had to break.
"What... else did you learn?" He asked gently.
Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey gave a crypic laugh. "Everything."
Sabin Duvert Sabin cocked his head. "Oh..?"
Aubrey Lockheart "Moreau had a file on me. He's been..." the paused, almost as if the word didn't want to be said, "manipulating me since before he ever sent to hire me. It was all planned - everything taloired in ways so I would perceive it exactly how Moreau wanted me to."
Sabin Duvert Sabin pursued his lips. It... didn't surprise him. He had a distinct feeling that Aubrey's Moreau was very different than Moreau to anyone else. Hell, that wasn't too unusual for a significant other to partially tailor themselves to their loved one... however Moreau was a very different sort of individual. Sabin was well versed in manipulation and could spot it in his read-headed boss. There was a difference between that and outright deception.
"He was deceiving you... I ... advised you that the Moreau that you knew, or hell, the Moreau that you envisioned was very different than the man himself. But he likely has a file on all of us. I doubt any of us were invited without a thorough background check. That can't be too much of a surprise. But... he presented a facade to you, you mean? I know that he has deceived you in the past... the lockout... Colche and Billy... "
Aubrey Lockheart "I've seen the paperwork on all that. You were right... about everything. Billy was set up to rape Colche, or attempt to. He was bribing Billy with drugs to keep him away from me. He's been ... spying on me even in places where I thought I was alone."
She snorted and shook her head. "I have a chip, you know?"
Sabin Duvert Sabin nodded as she mentioned the confirmation of the manipulation, trying to keep the smug smile from his face. He HAD tried to warn her. And he felt bolstered that she found out, once and for all, that he himself had not been responsible, even if he was fairly certain that she had been mostly convinced of that already.
It did surprise him, however, that Moreau had told her this. But not nearly so much as her last statement. "He.... he what?" He blinked. Maybe he had heard wrong. But no. This was Moreau after all. "Chipped?!" He shook his head. "Like a subject!? But that.... that's not right... that's... when?? How??"
Aubrey Lockheart "While was ... after Zach," she said distantly. Her voice, her eyes.. her posture. It wasn't emotional - it was factual. Devoid of betrayel or sorrow, just a strange tone of defeated acceptence. "While I was asleep, implanted and fully fuctional, except only to his commands."
Sabin Duvert Sabin's eyes narrowed and he sidled closer to her, letting the warmpth that radiated from his skin be felt against her bare shoulders, but not actually touching her.
"And this... doesn't bother you..?" He probed incredulously.
Sabin Duvert He knew very well that it bothered her... he just needed to pry out that feeling, not let her bury it.
Aubrey Lockheart "Of course it bothers me. I demanded he remove it." She kept her eyes straight ahead.
Sabin Duvert "And...? Did he remove it?"
Aubrey Lockheart She scoffed again. "No. It's 'deactivated."' Thought she said the words, she otherwise making no indication that she believed it.
Sabin Duvert Sabin looked equally skeptical. "'Deactivated' it..?" He shook his head. "Well... if it really is deactivated, then I'm sure he can activate it with the flip of a switch whenever he feels so inclined. But... why did you let him get away with that? You should know that as much as I do."
Aubrey Lockheart "He can get away with anything when it comes to me. He knows it. I know it. And now... well, he knows that I know.. but how does that really change anything?"
Sabin Duvert "But why? Why do you let him? I mean... I know Moreau. Probably not as well as YOU do... I know he has power... but.." A thought occurred to him. "You have just as much power over him... I just don't think that you realize it... or he wants to let that on. YOU are his weakness, Aubrey. If anyone could get to Moreau. If anyone had a hope of turning the tables on him and breaking HIM, it's you."
Of course. How perfect. Sabin had been concentrating too much on the only option being to get Aubrey out of her position in order to get closer to Moreau and higher on the food chain... but when Aubrey and Moreau were at odds, they both were distracted. And if Aubrey actually succeeded... well, that would certainly make things interesting.
Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey finally turned her head to look directly at him. She didn't say anything, but the arch in her brow certainly signaled that he had her rapt attention.
Sabin Duvert "Well... I mean, honestly? Why not? You've already been able to convince him to do things that no one else could hope to. Therapy?? I mean, anyone else who would even think to suggest such a thing would certainly earn his ire. You've crossed him more times than anyone would have the hopes of doing while keeping their humanity. And he keeps coming back to you. He punishes anyone before he would punish you. Turned Billy into your whipping boy. You're rolling over, and you're going to let him win. Let him go on and get even worse than he is now if you stop fighting him. Because like I said, you are the c***k in his armour. If you go along with it, then no one can get in his way. But if you use that position you have..." He held her gaze, letting her fill in the rest.
Aubrey Lockheart "I had to trick him into therapy," she said after a long moment. She seemed to say that more as a way to break the heavy silence more than a simple refute. The wheels were definately turning in her head.
Sabin Duvert Sabin shook his head with a shurg. "But you did it. You knew how to trick him into it. And he hasn't come after you for it. But that's aside from the point. I've been right about what's been going on all along. You didn't want to see the truth behind my words, but now you have no choice. My words now are no less true. You can roll over, and you can live the rest of your life as his yes-woman... or you can use the position that you have. If he has gone to such an extent to put on a facade for you.. then that means that he's as obsessed with you as you are of him. Why you? You said it was before you came to the island... that means that he's needed you. Needed you as much as you have him. Perhaps it's a strange cycle, he's attracted to how you're attracted to him. He might be an egomaniac, but he needs someone that feeds that cycle and keeps pushing him up. He's been so.... violent... or vengeful when you've not been doing what he brought you here for: to be loyal and prove to him that he is every bit as brilliant as you say he is."
Aubrey Lockheart "I am not the master manipulator you seem to think I am." As Aubrey said this, she tapped her fingers across her stomach unconsciously. That wasn't entriely true. Aubrey had picked up a thing or two about manipulation, though in her mind it wasn't anything as devious or damaging as what Moreau could do.
Sabin Duvert "All you need to know is this: Moreau needs you. More than I thought previously. His reactions with you having been in danger in the past, and his refusal to give you any lasting "punishment" prove that. He is twisted, and controlling, and perhaps he views you as more of a possession that he doesn't want to lose than a fiancee, but the key is that he doesn't want to lose you, and that he needs you supporting him and agreeing with him - no matter how unreasoable. He will do everything in his power to keep you under his 'watchful' eye. Unfortunately, the biggest point of leverage, threatening to leave him, is unfortunately rather... moot, seeing as he does control entry and exits to the island.." Sabin was on a roll, the words coming quickly to his mouth as he honed in on his point like a starving dog on a steak, a burning drive in his eyes.
"His status quo rests with you. He is trying to break you so that you will fit into his own idealized picture."
Aubrey Lockheart "So if I can't threaten to leave him...what else exactly can I do?"
Sabin Duvert "Well, you can threaten to 'leave' him. Just not... well... physically. While you can't leave the island... without issues we spoke about before... but if he has you chipped then obviously he's considered that threat. He must have felt that he nearly lost you when you first ran to Billy and made a grab for you in the way that he knew. But you can threaten to remove your emotions... to remove your respect and remove your support of what he's doing. You can speak out about what you think, about what bothers you. You can drive this thorn into his side and use it as leverage for him to actually listen to you and what is really bothering you."
Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey grew quiet and comptemplative again. "Its playing with fire, you know. I don't think Moreau is above ... turning me, you know. And then where would that leave me?"
But as almost an afterthought, she gave a distinctly devious small smile. "But if things go according to plan, I'm working on insurance of my own kind."
Sabin Duvert "Honestly... as i've said before... it might leave you in a better position. On the island? At least free of responsibility and guilt. I heard... didn't I see some paperwork going through about one of the techs volunteering to go to the other side..? But I've been through that with you. That's likely the worst case. Moreau wouldn't physically hurt you... I believe you with that. At least not..." He gesticulated vaguely. "You know. He would sit up in his office, and likely watch your every movement, forgetting often to eat. Obsessing. And in that way, you might win as much as he."
He smiled, curiousity piqued. "And what might you have in mind, if you do not mind my asking?"
Aubrey Lockheart "Yes, Dr. Bia Grey," she said after a moment. "She asked me to send her over."
Aubrey sat up on the steps in the shallow end, resting her head on her hands. "I just don't want to be an islander. I don't feel welcome there... I don't..." she shuddered. "I just don't."
She gave Sabin a rueful smirk. "Perhaps I'll tell you when its abit further along."
Sabin Duvert He rolled his shoulders. "To each their own. I... wouldn't want to be on the other side of the fence, either, to be honest." Sabin chose his words carefully.
At the secrecy, Sabin pouted like a child. "Well that's not very fair. Here I am trying to help you out. Show you that all is not yet lost."
Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey beckoned Sabin closer, leaning over and whispering in his ear.
Sabin Duvert Sabin opened and closed his mouth, putting two and two together quite rapidly. Leveing her with an analytical stare for a good few moments, he nodded quietly to himself, thinking about the implications.... the leverage. He hadn't given Aubrey the credit that she would do something like that to glean power over Moreau. If that really was her intention with this.
"So... you've already been thinking about this. Have you thought... everything through? What it would mean for all those involved...?"
Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey nodded. "It would be no easier or harder be it now or be it... whenever. I'm just tired of waiting.. I'm tired of needing his permission. I'm tired of waiting for things to happen on his clock, damnit!"
Sabin Duvert "You shouldn't have to have his permission for everything. What you do with your life ought to be just as much in your hands as his."
Aubrey's idea would certainly make things.. interesting. It could either very much pull them away from the work of the island... or pit them against eachother. Either of those would open Sabin up for a position of more responsibility. While he could think of any number of reasons 'why not'... the reasons for her plan were at least as numerous, and more advantageous to Sabin's plight... at least for the next few years. Very interesting. And Sabin looked forward to watching the dynamics... if she was successful.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Sabin smirked inwardly, not meaning it quite like that.
Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey broke out in laugher regardless. "I don't think so," she chuckled.
Sabin Duvert He laughed with her, shrugging and leaning back against the side of the pool, showing off that he wasn't in that poor of shape, 'accidentally.'
"But you know what I mean. I will listen if you wish to speak, and I can be a sympathetic ear. Or I can be a voice if you need to get something done you do not want to do yourself."
Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey nodded and gave him an appreciative smile. Her eyes darted towards the clock and she made a groaning sound. "For now, perhaps I should just get back to my plan, if you catch my drift." She made a face of disgust.
Sabin Duvert Sabin nodded, sharing her bitter expression. "Be careful." He cautioned "And good luck." He said with a final push off the side into a side-stroke as he started a set of laps himself.
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 5:04 pm
[17:14] Doctor Moreau: Moreau woke up to his radio paging him. He slipped out of bed where Aubrey still slept and headed out of the room to respond. "Yes." he said into the cell phone designed walkie-talkie. As he listened to the information being relayed that James had brought in from Feral Labs and everything involved in that, his entire face began to turn redder.
"What?!?" he screamed loud enough to resound across the entire house. He fumed for a moment. "Those old assholish bastards. They are timing this on purpose. They will not get away with this!" Moreau shouted again and hurled his radio across the room into the wall where it cracked into several plastic pieces.
[17:17] Aubrey Lockheart: Aubrey jerked awake at the sound, sitting up and stifling a yawn. "Nick?" She pulled on her robe and peaked out the room, peering around the doorway. "What's up? Was that HQ again?"
[17:24] Doctor Moreau: Moreau was red in the face, "I'm sorry about that Aubrey." Moreau sighed and placed his hands on the nearby table, he then balled one into a fist. "They are trying to take it away from me," he sighed loudly, as he breathed heavy and attempted to calm down.
[17:27] Aubrey Lockheart: Aubrey pulled her robe tighter around her and nodded. "Still? I thought those were just idle threats? They're not backing down?"
[17:35] Doctor Moreau: "No, and they are calling for a mandatory board meeting, to begin negotiations, on Christmas day." Moreau sighed. "They know what is going on, and they know the timing. Those old bastards planned this, last minute too."
[17:40] Aubrey Lockheart: Aubrey struggled to keep her breath even. How did she see this coming? She pinched the bridge of her nose, balling her other hand into a fist to crack her knuckles. "I see."
[17:45] Doctor Moreau: "I'm sorry Aubrey. You know what I'm going to have to do." Moreau turned away, having trouble facing Aubrey. Worried about what she would say. He'd worked hard to get her back and he didn't want to disappoint.
[17:50] Aubrey Lockheart: Aubrey crossed her arms, taking a huge breath through her nostrils. "I know."
She paced a few back and forth. "How long are we going for?"
[17:54] Doctor Moreau: "I don't know... they are going to begin negotiations." Moreau looked over at Aubrey. "I'm not sure it should be... us."
[17:55] Aubrey Lockheart: Aubrey snapped her head back to look at him. "What?"
[18:09] Doctor Moreau: "I need someone to look after the island, this could run months. It also will be a lot of late nights and long hours. We wouldn't... get to spend much time together. The long hours and constant travel can't be good for our child." Moreau shrugged, trying to be nice, but he knew this situation wouldn't go over well. Still, he wanted to spare her some of the hell that was probably comming for him. But that wasn't completely the truth either. Moreau knew he wouldn't be able to deal with the stress of a pregnant woman as well with everything that was going on.
[18:14] Aubrey Lockheart: "Months?" Aubrey asked distressed, putting her hands on his shoulders. "Nick... I..." her stomach turned at the thought of Sabin running the island for months on end. But at the same time.. "Nick I'm pregnant, you can't just leave me here?"
[18:16] Doctor Moreau: Moreau wrapped his arms around Aubrey and held her at the small of her back, "You won't be alone, we have people who can take care of you here. Besides, I'll be back as frequently as I can."
[18:20] Aubrey Lockheart: Aubrey turned and maneuvered out of his touch. "I... I know its what you have to do its just...." She pulled the robe tighter and let out a shuddering breath. "..its just not fair.":
[18:23] Doctor Moreau: "Look... I'll make it up to you. I love you Aubrey. But this is important this is our future... our child's future." Moreau looked down at Aubrey. "Please understand."
[18:38] Aubrey Lockheart: "I understand Nick...but that doesn't make this any easier."
She wandered back into the bed room and sank down onto the bed, hands wrapping around her stomach.
[18:41] Doctor Moreau: "Look, I'll finish what I have to do and hurry back to you." Moreau held Aubrey close to him. "We'll have the wedding afterwards. Once the company is safely in my hands again."
[18:42] Aubrey Lockheart: Aubrey learned into his touch. "When are you leaving?"
[18:46] Doctor Moreau: "Tomorrow, when James comes back. I have till then with you though." Moreau slid his hands down from the small of Aubreys back to her butt and squeezed a bit.
[18:52] Aubrey Lockheart: Aubrey gave a weak smile as she got up. "Sorry, I don't think I'm up for that," she said, heading towards the restroom. "I start my second trimester in a few weeks, maybe I'll have more energy."
She closed the door to the bathroom and learned up against it, sinking down to the floor and trying to hold back the sobs.
[18:57] Doctor Moreau: Moreau sighed, as he turned away and headed back to bed. He'd propose an email to Sabin later explaining the situation. But days like this, just weren't getting up for.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 3:49 pm
It was midafternoon on Christmas, and Sabin Duvert had just finished with the deliveries and requisite daily paperwork. Despite the holiday, a good number of the staff was still required to work - the island couldn't exactly shut down for any occasion. Fortunately, because of that, Sabin was able to sneak out later in the day once he was sure that things were running smoothly.
Aubrey, on the other hand, had been not-so-mysteriously absent. Moreau had not even come to visit today, but then, from what he had heard, the meeting was scheduled with the most inopportune timing. Today was not only Christmas that Aubrey was spending without him... but was originally going to be her wedding day. He had heard sobbing coming from her office as he has passed by the door on more than one occasion.
A couple of hours later
Sabin was walking down the hall, a bottle of expensive wine in his hand... and paused and turned with a swear. He coulnd't even bring her alcohol. She was pregnant.
So, after returning it, he approached again, knocking softly on the office door.
: "Just a second!" Aubrey's surprised, choked voice called from the other side. She ripped off a few more tissues from the box she was working on and wiped at her face, grabbing a mirror from her desk drawer to make sure her mascera wasn't running... at least too horribly. She slamed the drawer back closed and stuffed the tissues in the trash before getting to the door.
Though Aubrey ran a hand through her hair before she opened the door the impromtu make over failed miserably. Her eyes were puffy and there was just enough make up left on her face to reveal most of it had probably been wiped off over the course of the day by tissues.
"Hey," she said in a forced non-chalant. "Uh, Merry Christams," she after a moment, realizing that Christmas wasn't cancelled just because of her.
: Sabin smiled softly as the door opened, his hands clasped behind his back. He pretended not to notice the puffy and bloodstained eyes, the tear tracks through her makeup.
"Merry Christmas, Aubrey." He said genuinely, the often mischivious sparkle absent from his eyes as he took a step closer. "Look.... Aubrey, you can't hole yourself up in here all day. I... I know you're not doing any work, and besides, the techs have things under control now."
: "You know," she said, opening the door a bit more, "I can't shake the feeling I was susposed to be somewhere today," she said with bitter sarcasm.
: "I know... and that's precisely why you should get out of that cave and get your mind off of it. Come on, I know just the place.." He offered her his arm.
: "You don't have to do this, Sabin," she said, looking at his arm with a simpering desire. It was a flat-out like.. Aubrey wasn't comforting, but she hated that Sabin could so easily tell.
: "No, I suppose it is not in my job description. But we are friends, yes? What are they for?"
: Aubrey sighed, but allowed herself a thankful smile as she took his arm.
: "There we go..." Sabin coaxed as he led her out into the hallway, drawing a handkerchief from his vest pocket. "And this is for you, if you need it."
: "I'm not really ususally this..." she took the hankercheif and motioned, looking embarassed. "Its just... so much, ya know?" She blinked, looking back down at the little peice of cloth. "I swear you're out of a time machine sometime."
: He chuckled with a smile. "I... I know. You don't deserve this. You put up with more than any woman needs to. It seemed for a bit that the two of you were going to be happy..." He spoke as he walked towards the elevator and brough her in.
He knew the strange predicament, and he knew the awkward position that he was in... what Moreau had requested of him, the tenuous balance of power, but something about a friend crying... it tossed things about and poked at that part of his conscience that was holed up deep down inside on this island.
"Mansion." He spoke aloud, a small tingle of delight at having the access rights.
: Aubrey frowned, twisting the hankercheif in her fingers. "This wasn't his fault" she said defensively. "And anyway... its only just for a little while." Subconsciously one of her hands slipped down to cover her abdomen.
: "Mmhmmm." Sabin responded with a hint of doubt as his eyes followed her fingers over the swollen area of her stomach. Part of his mind was lining up the options of how to spin this... so many openings, so much possibility... and also so much riding on Moreau's hiatus. His... orders.... The chance to usurp more respect from Moreau... but what would that do, really? I this hiatus showed anything, it was that Sabin, regardless of how much Moreau trusted him, would always be number three unless something quite drastic happened. He was clamboring for approval like a dog in exchange for a limited number of priviledges... was it worth it? What really more did he need here? Permissions? Respect...? Tenure?
He smiled again to Aubrey as the elevator dinged up on the higest floor. "Just a little while... yes, I suppose. I hope that is the case, at any rate. I have.. voiced my opinions on Moreau in the past, and of his priorities. But... in the meantime, today is not about him, and after we step out of this elevator, I don't want you talking about him or speaking about him." He held up a finger and spoke in a tone of mock reprimand.
"Today is Christmas."
: Aubrey opened her mouth to rebuke, but decided against it. It would be nice to get her mind of the wedding-that-wasn't. "Fine," she said with a slight pout, but a twinkle in her eye that prooved she was most curious about what Sabin had planned.
: Sabin grinned triumphantly. "Good!"
The door slid open with a ding, and Aubrey would immediately notice a significant drop in temperature. The living room of the mansion was probably barely fifty degrees, the air conditioning turned waaay down. However, there was a mound of pillows and blankets beside the fire place - alive with a roaring fire. Cut-out white snowflakes decorated the room, in addition to a fully trimmed tree.
A low table near the pillows and blankets had a pair of mugs and a large pot - the smell of hot chocolate obvious as they walked closer. Boxes of truffles, expensive candies and cookies were on plates, and a spirial cut ham.
Finally, under the tree was a big, wrapped box. Ein was wrestling with a big festive bow tied onto his collar.
: Aubrey just kind of stared for a moment, hew jaw slightly fallen open. She took several long moments to take everything in, looking at the fire, the snowflakes..all the glitter and shine of the ribbons and lights...and the smells. "Wow," she said, finally stepping up and scooping Ein into her arms. "Sabin you did this ... for me?"
: Sabin rolled his shoulders in a shrug. "You needed something to lift your spirits. And, well, the holiday just sort of catered to the occasion." He touched her elbow and led her gently towards the seating area.
"So come, sit down, relax. Just enjoy this."
: Aubrey sat down, sighing as she made herself comfortable and letting herself relax. She let Ein scamper off and eyes drift over to the present box.
: He quirked a grin. "See, you're looking better already." He lifted a mug and poured some of the thick chocalatey drink into it, then plopped a few marshmallows on top, handing it to her before repeating the procedure for himself.
"There's ham... and cookies and sweets.... and if you need anything else I'm sure I can see about getting it made. I remember what Samantha was like when she was pregnant. Pomegranet at three in the morning.... eggnog in july..."
(5:06:22 PM): Aubrey chuckled, rubbing on her stomach. "Don't think I've hit the weird cravings yet. But I'll be sure to keep you posted."
She took a bit inhale, smelling the scene of the hot chocolate before taking a sip herself. "You've really outdone yourself here, Sabin. I've never seen you put so much effort into helping someone feel better...as opposed to, ya know, trying to drive them insane."
He shrugged his shoulders and gave her a mock scowl. "Yes.... well... believe me or not I used to do things like this.... when... well...." He trailed off. Holidays after all and all that.
"But I'm glad that you approve. Imagination can be good for more things than driving others insane." He replaced the scowl with a proud grin.
"When..?" She shrugged it off as well, going back to her cocoa. She took a few sips and leaned back, watching the fire. "I.. didn't really get you anything," she said guiltily.
"A long time ago." Sabin said quietly. He paused for another moment and then waved his hand.
"But it is of no consequence now. And I did not expect anything. But that was no excuse for me to not get you a gift. You can open it now if you like?"
"Okay!" she said, not bothering to hider her enthusiam. She set her mug down and retreived the well-wrapped gift and gave it a good shake before sliding her fingernails under the tape.
"Don't shake it too hard!" Sabin laughed.
He leaned back on his hands and grinned as she tore into the paper, soon exposing the contents of the box.
On top was a wide array of bath products - things that Aubrey could pamper herself with: bath salts, buble bath, soaps and massagers, scented candles, and different types of fluffy sponges and pumice. Below that, a very ornate, massive scrapbook.... when examined more closesly it turned out to be a "Baby's Book" - with holders for photos, places to write in any significant dates or events.
Sabin had chosen his gifts carefully. He knew how possessive Moreau was, and while he wanted to give her somethings nice that she would appreciate, he didn't want to... risk some possible misunderstandings.... which ruled out jewlerey, clothing, and any number of gifts that jumped to mind that Aubrey would enjoy. But all in all, he was happy with his selections.
"I know how fast children grow up... and there is no replacing those memories. I... have always kept journals, and when my children were born, that was certainly no exception. A book like this... is something you can always treasure.... and helps you feel more active in everything.... if that makes any sort of sense."
Aubrey smiled at the first part, pulling each one out and smelling it carefully, closing her eyes and imagining how nice a long, hot, bubble bath would feel. Definately what she needed tonight, that's for sure.
But while the bath products were certain nice, it was the scrapbook that really took the cake. It took Aubrey a moment to really sink in what it was, pulling it out and examining it closely. "Oh, Sabin..." she whispered, running her fingers over the cover, then opening it up. Her mind was immediately filled with images of her future baby and for the first real time since she learned of pregnancy she wasn't thinking of Moreau, or the fact that she was pregnant...it fully hit her that she was going to be a mother.
She was touched, and the tears immediate sprang to her eyes as she eagerly flipped through the pages, looking at all the milestones and memories she was now looking very forward to.
Sabin watched the emotions play of her face, feeling quite proud of himself to elicit the reaction that he had hoped for. He had wanted to find something that would get her mind off of the negative aspects of the day, of her anxieites about Moreau and the child, and focus on the positive things: the holiday, and her upcoming motherhood. And by the looks of things, seeing her eyes pore over the events to be filled in in the years to come, he had made a good decision.
He... just hoped that it would be a boy.... he didn't want to have to make the decision that Moreau had saddled him with. And hell.... if it was a boy, there was the potential to even play things back against him if he played his cards right.
"I'm glad you like it." He spoke softly. "Regardless of reasonings behind the pregnancy, and of conversations we had in the past, you are going to be a mother... and I know that that is something you have wanted. There is no reason that it shouldn't be a miraculous time for you."
Aubrey clutched the book to her chest, unwilling to let it go for quite a while, but she rushed over to Sabin and pulled him into a tight hug. She buried her face in her shoulder, needing that reassuring presence. She wasn't alone, and the baby book really helped to bring things into focus. It was exceptionally easy to forget that Sabin was a father at times, and it was rare event to see him acting so benevolently on behalf of someone else, but he did have the potential to be a good friend when he wanted to be. Usually Aubrey would care to wonder if his crazy old man was an act, perhaps a defense mechanism to keep people from getting close as a way to deal with the death of his wife... or if it the whole suave, considerate gentleman he could was the act in order to just get what he wanted by cashing in on his natual charisma
): But at the moment she didn't really care which was the act and which was the truth, because even it was an act she certainly needed the escape, even if it would be temporary.
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 8:08 am
: "It's a boy."
It was hard to tell whether she sounded defeated or relieved. But she didn't say anything else, not even 'hello.'
Sabin spun around in his chair, coughing a bit on the hotdog that he had been eating in his office. He patted his chest and stood up, trying to acess Aubrey's sentiments on the news.
So it had worked. That was very good news. And things.... were running as plan. Kind of. Sabin still didn't like it. Not one bit. But he had to roll with the punches and keep going. "A boy...? So.... so ... that's that then.." Sabin shoved his hands into his pockets in a lack of something else to do with them. He didn't have to pretend the awkwardness that he was showing.
: "That's it then."
Aubrey sunk into the chair, staring at the wall. She didn't know what else to say. She was releived that nothing had to be done. Very releaved. But it didn't change teh fact that Moreau really... would have.
Sabin perched on the edge of the desk near Aubrey, finally pulling a hand from his pocket to rest on her shoulder. "Yes... that... that... thank god that solves that." Why couldn't it have been that easy in the first place?
"I.... I'm happy for you.... I... I suppose.
: Aubrey knitted her brows and snapped her neck up at him. "You suppose?"
"Well... I mean... it doesn't make the whole situation any better... Doesn't make Moreau any better of a person." Or me for THAT matter...
: Aubrey chewed on the edge of her pen, dropping her eyes to her desk. "I...know."
Sabin pondered. This was.... a very very tricky situation. He needed to make sure he was that shoulder to cry on. He needed to make sure that this didn't get back to Moreau directly.... and yet that she stayed discontent.
"I'm sorry, Aubrey.." He started out sympathetically. "I know... how much of a see-saw that this relationship has been for you... its never been easy."
: It was painfully obvious Aubrey was trying not to cry. She was so damn tired of crying. "What do I do from here? I can't just... pretend I don't know what he would have done."
Sabin nodded, scooting a little closer. Regardless of his sentiments, seeing her only barely containing her tears panged him again.
He frowned. "And I don't think that you should. I ... I have been saying for a long time that you've been deluding yourself as far as how pure his intentions are. Or how much he'd be willing to listen to you as an equal."
: "What should I do then? You said I can't tell him I know!"
Sabin nodded. VERY careful now. "I.... really don't think that would result in anything except separating you from the people who are honestly willing to help you out. If you tell him... he will take it out on me... and you know asd well as I do how far Moreau is willing to go. If you do that, then you are isolating yourself from one of your only allies on this rock."
: Aubrey sighed and tossed her glasses on her desk, burying her head in her hands.
"And... beyond that.... I hope you consider me a friend as well.... yes?" Sabin gave her a wincing smile. God damn he was being a hypocrite.... but he honestly didn't want to see Aubrey hurt. After all, he didn't have to tell her at all..... "I would say.... to use this situation if we can... you know more of Moreau's true colors now.... and he is trusting you more - even if it is in thinking that you will not learn of his true sides. He is trusting the island to us in his absence.... "
: "Of course I do, Sabin," she said into her hands. "Its just... what do I do? If I know his 'true colors' why am I expected to just sit by and... what? Have his baby? Marry him?"
"No... not that is not what I am saying. Aubrey, you have always been Moreau's weak point. He cares for you in some... twisted fashion. He does not seem to be able to bring himself to hurt you directly. But you cannot sit by any longer and "just have his baby" or "marry him." Let me help you. It is his attitude that is limiting your capabilities here to take more control."
: "I have more than just me to think about now!" she said, looking up. "I have my baby, too. I'm just at a loss of what I can do!"
"Precisely! Aubrey, exactly. You have more than just you to be concerned about. More than just you can be manipulated by that.... that madman! I ... I don't want to say it, but I did warn you that he might try to use your own "ploy" back against you." He huffed, rubbing at his temples.
: "Great," she sneered. "But saying 'I told you so
: ' doesn't really help me!"
Sabin sighed. "I know." He sat for a moment before speaking again. "Maybe.... we could try to somehow turn it to our advantage. He does not know you know this. He doesn't know I told you. If we could keep his trust... and work against him while he thinks that everything is going according to his plans...?"
: Aubrey gave him a flustered look. "I don't want to live like that. This is my fiance."
Sabin gave her a skeptical look. "So... you just want to pretend as if nothing is wrong? You want to go along with this? You have seen how successful confronting him is. Either he punishes you, or he somehow turns it around and smooths your temper over temporarily like promising you thinks like marraige or other things that mean nothing if he does not actually change."
: "God dammit, Sabin. Do what do I do? Just, prentend I don't know and... what?"
"And start working against him subversely! Use what you know. Use the trust that he places in you against him. What do you want? Ideally? Do you want a release from him? You need to know what you want as an end result so you can start taking steps to get there."
: "I.... I.... " She ran her fingers through her hair. "That's so much to ask.. I mean... I don't really know what I want anymore."
Sabin leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Well... that is not a question that I can answer." He looked at her seriously. "If it were me.... I would start working against him. Keep his trust and use it against him."
: "But... for what?"
"For... your freedom. I know that it might be a strange concept after so long." A small sarcastic smile
: Aubrey opened her mouth to respond, but didn't bother arguing. "That was my plan all along," she said flatly.
"well, great. At least we're on the same wavelength. Now... Does that image include Moreau? "
: "I... " she tapped her pencil on the desk. "I wish it could."
He nodded quietly. "But... realistically.... you know him. And you know that that is likely not an option."
: "Oh god..." she said, suddenly putting a hand on her stomach and sinking lower. "I never thought I'd be.. I mean.. Now while..."
He nodded, scooting closer and squeezing her shoulder. "I know.... it is... a lot.... to take in.... and hard to finally face. But... you are not alone here, Aubrey."
: "Oh, Sabin..." she reached out and put a hand on his knee, giving a small smile. "I just, you know. Its not the same. This is.. very scarey."
He nodded. "I know it is." He said quietly. "It is.... never easy... to see someone you trusted in such a light. And to have to pull yourself out of such a cycle."
: "But how a I expected to.. you know. I mean, what if he wants to get married again when he gets back? What do I say?"
He chewed on a lip thoughtfully. "well.... I know you wanted to delay the wedding initially until after you weren't pregnant anymore. That.... is at least a stalling technique."
: "I suppose.." she said, rubbing over the bump in her abdomen.
"Look.... Moreau will know what we... and what I tell him. We need to earn his trust until we can figure out what it is that we want to do to edge him out....." Sabin couldn't believe that he was saying this... out loud... and that Aubrey was agreeing. But it gave him a rush of power. A rush of possibility. "He told me in the message that he would be willing to overlook.... things he would not normally... if I did what he asked. I could.... I could tell him that I did. Earn his trust so that I can better help you."
: Aubrey recoiled a bit, blinking up at him. "WHAT?!"
"What? I mean... play a double agent?" Sabin spread his hands. "Why not? If he thinks that I worked against you then he would suspect even less that we would work together. He was trying to make me make a choice between the two of you in the event that the child was a girl. So he would not see this coming if he thinks that I am working for him. In addition, he would probably be more likely to tell me of any... additional plans...."
: Aubrey shifted. "But... I mean. To let him think he... he did that to our child... its disgusting."
"He was going to do it anyway. That is disgusting. And you can see if he acts any differently - guilty at all... knowing what he was responsible for."
: Aubrey shook her head. "I just... I don't know. Its almost like saying its okay. Who says he'll stop at just the gender?"
"But it is not saying it is okay. " He shook his head. "If he has any inclination that he cannot trust us implicitly then this will be that much harder to pull off. If he trusts me, then he will tell me what he plans next.. IF he plans something next. And then you can decide when you want to try to implement.... whatever you like."
: "I guess... thats agood point," she said, chin wobbling. She gave a heavy sigh and shook her head. "I can't believe I'm going along with this."
He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. Carefully at first. He swallowed, forcing himself to relax as well. He was helping her... sure... he did the unforgivable... but after that.... he was doing the right thing.
"You... have a lot on your mind..."
: Aubrey leaned into his touch and nuzzled her face into the crook where his neck met his shoulders. Her shoulder were shaking, not visably, but Sabin could feel it so close.
He held her closer, stroking her hair. He.... missed this. His lips tightened as he looked away, but didn't move away from her. Sighing heavily, Sabin let her cling to him feeling more conflicted than he ought to. He had locked those feelings away. This island was an escape and a distraction. Somewhere he could distance himself from his past by embracing his whims without fear of repercussions. But he couldn't deny that he still felt lonely... He missed the openness that he had lost when Samantha died. He missed his children. As much as Sabin could throw himself into the game of manipulation, of toying with the people around him.... he had forgotten how lonely it was, and how fleeting the pleasures that it wrought.
: Aubrey didn't make a move to pull away, either. She lifted her arms and hold him tighter, taking deep breaths, smelling his hair, his cologne. He wore the most amazing scents. Old and musking, somehow alluring. Vintage perfumes to go with the rest of his antinque waredrobe.
Moreau... was.. out of town. He had already told her things that would get him reamed if Moreau ever heard them.... and he was... so lonely. He set his jaw.... this... was not an option.
With Awen, it was simple. She was hardly more than a girl. She was innocent and fresh and nieve. She was sweet and Sabin did enjoy speaking with her... but she was not the sort of woman that could be a lover. Sayuri was wrong for all the same reasons if not more. Even more innocent despite her profession. Sabin had never been able to extricate a physical relationship from an emotional one.... one where he could be open.... Sayuri hardly spoke enough english to hold a decent conversation with...
Aubrey.... Aubrey. He always enjoyed their conversations... even their arguments. She was sharp, and she was hardly innocent. And yet, she still had a good heart, somewhere burried underneath the hurt. And he hated to admit that sometimes she reminded him of her. Especially now held in his arms. So soft.
And just how much trust was there between them...? After all.. he had betrayed her. And he was not a good person. And she DID deserve better. But how much worse could she do than a drug fiend and Moreau himself that abused even the sanctity of their own relationship. That was lower than Sabin would have ever sunk. He may be mad.... but if he let someone in... if.... then that meant something.
But how could he let anyone in here.... with all that was on the line.... and by opening up that human part of his heart, it might let all the other feelings of guilt come flooding in....
He sighed, closing his eyes, and just held her, resting his chin on the top of her head. She was trusting him, though...
: It was several long moments before Aubrey finally pulled back, her face streaked with tears. "God knows when he's even coming back anyway, huh?"
Sabin nodded, and then reached forward with a knuckle and wiped at her wet cheeks. "There, there..." He smiled softly meeting her eyes. "And... you're right. He's been gone for months with hardly a word. Has... he even written..?
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: Aubrey put and hand on her mouth and shook her head, stifling a hiccup-like sob.
"I.... thought not." He said quietly. "Well... I am here."
: "I know," she said smally, not looking in his eyes. "This is going to be hard."
He nodded. "I know it will. But... I am here... and I will listen, if you wish to speak. You do not need to worry that things I say will be used against you. I can help, if you will let me."
: She leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Thank you."
"You are welcome..." He murmured, eyes roaming over her... A crying woman.... what was he supposed to do.... how did he get himself into this mess...? No... scratch that.... he knew that answer.
He sighed again. "Do.... let me know when you know what you want.... as far as he goes.. or... anything else you want me to help you with in the meantime."
: "I appreciate it," she sighed. "But for now I think I'm going to go back up to manor. I... I need to, be alone. Or something." She wiped at the stains on her face.
Sabin frowned, but nodded. He stood up and offered her his arm. Aubrey... was hurt and vulnerable..... and logic and sentiment warred. It was times like this that she would run... be alone, but only until she needed the company and then she would turn to someone like Billy. She was a smart woman.... but she couldn't be alone in a place like this. She wasn't that manipulative on her own... and he had a bad feeling about Billy. Aubrey had already gone to him once since Moreau left... and he had been all over her. Sabin had gone to Billy once to use him to try to pry Aubrey and Moreau apart.... but that was such an unrealistic expectation. Billy was a coward. And weak willed enough to jump at the chance of drugs. Besides, he couldn't hope to pry Aubrey away from Moreau unless Aubrey first cut things with Moreau.
"Would you like me to walk you there...?"
: Aubrey took his arm and gave him and thankful smile. "I guess it couldn't hurt."
"Of course not." He crooned as he took her arm gently and started to lead her towards the elevator.
: "I guess its better this way..." she mused as she walked, hand perched on the slight protrusion of her belly. "You know... since he's already, a he.. at least nothing has to be done."
Sabin hesitated... and then nodded. "Yes... thank goodness.." He echoed, his steps only faltering for a half a moment as he led her. What was he getting himself into.....
"You... you will be alright, Aubrey... you'll see."
: "There's just so much at stake. I mean, my whole life is wrapped up in here. Everything, tied to Moreau. I don't know if its even really possible to get away from him. Not without risking..everything."
He dropped his eyes to the floor as the sliding doors dinged open. "It always has been." He responded. "It is time that you live your life for you. You love who you want to love... live where you want to live. Not where the man tells you. He has been controlling you for long before you came to this island. I... am just happy that I was able to show you his true colors so that you can make the decisions that need to be made."
: "It's hard," she said, letting him continue to lead her. "To leave everything you've ever known. If Moreau would even let me."
He nodded. "I know it is.... sometimes... life does not give you choices when to leave. Or... when things leave you..." His voice was distant. He shook himself from his thoughts. "But that is what we are talking about.... getting around what Moreau wants..."
: "Tricking him in believing I love him," she said with a sour tone.
"Hasn't he been doing the same to you all these months.....? .... Mansion." He spoke to the elevator as it lurched into movement.
: "He doesn't love me." It both a statement and question and Aubrey folded her arms around herself and learned againt the wall.
Sabin hesitated... then nodded. "While he has been whispering sweet nothings he has been manipulating you... planning on altering your child. He proposes or... reproposes when he needs your loyalty for a time... strings you along. The truth of the matter, Aubrey, from what I have observed... he loves your loyalty and feeds on your approval of what he does - even if he has to manipulate you to get it. You are his weakness..... but I do not think that the man is capable of love. Not in the true sense. If he loved you... he would not have manipulated you."
: The elevaor door dinged open and Aubrey bolted out of it as she felt the sobs coming again. "I got myself into the mess," she, just loud enough for him to hear as she rushed towards her room. "Maybe I should just accept it."
Sabin hurried after her. "That is the most ridiculous thing I have heard." He answered sternly. "So you would sacrifice your happiness for his.... because... he tricked you?" He snorted.
: "You reap what you sew," she growled. "Maybe I should just focus and getting him," her hand rested on her stomach, "out while he's young."
Sabin scowled. "To sentance him to Moreau's manipulation as well? What about needing to care for him? And martyring yourself would do no good other than to further whatever Moreau intends on doing next."
: "I'm sorry," she sighed leaning back against the outside of the expansive bedroom door before opening it. "I think I'm just... emotional right now or something. Everything's just falling apart."
"You have every right to be..." He said approaching slowly. "Between being pregnant.... and uncovering these ugly truths.." He moved to rest his hand on Aubrey's stomach. "And Billy moving to another woman..."
: Aubrey gawked at the fact that Sabin brought it up, but didn't bother to deny it. "I shouldn't even care," she said, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt the hot tears welling up.
Sabin brought it up quite intentionally... yet another of Aubrey's support structures here on the island that was begining to shake. Never a very sturdy one to begin with. "To be honest.... I never could see what you saw in that man.... other than the fact that he was willing to listen..."
: "I dunno," she sniffed, "maybe that's all it took..." she shook her and laughed bitterly. "He just... was everything Moreau wasn't. I dunno, I'm probably overrationalizing it."
He rolled his shoulders, sidling closer. "Even then, you were rejecting what Moreau represented.... It makes sense to me.... but even in Billy you could not get away from Moreau. The only power he ever wielded over him ... was you."
: "And it just backfired in the end. I made his life even more miserable, and...." she just shook her head. "It was a mistake."
That wasn't the reaction that he wanted, he swallowed down the scowl. He didn’t' want her to regret going against Moreau. He wanted to encourage her to trust him... "No.. you did not make his life more miserable. Moreau did. He did it because he is a bitter, jealous man. And I use the term loosely. If you go along with his proposal as if you were under some obligation, then you are justifying all the evil deeds that he has done to you... and to those whose lives you have touched."
: "'Touched,'" she scoffed. "I destroy lives. That's my job!"
The scowl crossed Sabin's face again. "That's not what I said. I said that Moreau did. You just happen to be in his crosshairs. And if you should feel obligated for anything, it is to get that red-haired monkey off everyone's back."
: "I do what I can!" she pleaded. "I try... I.. " she sighed, resting a hand on his arm. "I wish I had never come here."
"I know. Everyone who comes here is trapped. We as much as the islanders. You should not blame yourself for his deceptions... nor can we turn back the clock. But we can make do with the situation at hand. Find.... a new happines.... or set things right."
: "That sounds... odd coming from you. No offense."
"There is a lot you do not know about me." Sabin responded with a hint of indignance.
: "Probably," she said, alittle apologetically. "You're very.... mysterious."
That brought a grinning smile to his face. "I shall take that as a compliment."
: "Good, at least I can do something..."
He snorted, encircling her waist with the hand that had rested on her belly. "You can do a lot more than that.... given the right opportunity."
: Aubrey made a small surprised sound, balancing herself by bracing her hands on his chest. She blinked at his chest before slowly lifting her chin to meet his eyes, her eyes wide and questioning, mouth just slightly open.
Sabin paused for a moment before leaning closer to her. He spoke softly, but with an intensity behind his words. "Do not doubt your worth, Aubrey Lockheart. Do not think that you need to... "settle" for Moreau."
: Aubrey gave alittle gasp, eyes not wavering from his. He was so close, and it all hit Aubrey like a ton of bricks.
But he felt so good... comforting. He had promised to help her escape, to help her with Moreau. He has risked so much to help her...
Dispite all she was thinking, the only thing that escape her lips was a dub-founded "Oh."
Sabin saw the blush that rose to her freckled cheeks, and the flash of understanding that finally touched her eyes. The years since Samantha's death were a very straining time... and since her death he had not taken another woman... in any sense of the word. And while he had been merely going through the motions back at Harvard... he had had the rare old friend that he could talk to... his children when they visited.... here.... there was no one. Aubrey was truly the closest he had to a confidant. Someone who understood the lab-side, someone who knew the inner-workings... someone who was a delight to talk to: from their banter that Sabin delighted in putting Aubrey through a kaleidoscope of emotions and reactions (she was so responsive).... to the rare moments when they confided in another.... to their mutual frustrations with Moreau and how he domineered both of their lives (Sabin despised Moreau controlling him. Forcing his hand with the child had been the last straw.)
These thoughts rambled around in his head, but they only touched a fraction of his attention. Instead.... the moistness of her lips and the ache of lonliness clutched him.
Moreau would never know... he was gone... they were in charge and could access the tapes.....
He leaned closer, his mouth opening ever so slightly.
A niggling, thought - one that almost made him feel another guilt pang in its deviousness - reared its head. If this happens... she would never tell Moreau about this.... or the secret I told her....
And he closed the final few millimeters. His lips touched hers.
: Aubrey made a small mumble against his lips. Whatever the words actually were it, if they were words at all, was unintelligle, but the sound was not at all discouraging.
She fluttered her eyes closed, but otherwise stood perfectly still, neither pulling away or kissing in back just yet.
Sabin's eyes slid closed as well, the arm around her waist tightened as he pulled his body closer to hers and feeling her curves against him. His mouth softened as he pressed it against hers, and then parted. His tongue just barely moistening her lips.
: Her lips slipped open under his, allowing his tongue access as she finally melted into his arms, one of her hands reaching up behind his neck and the other to his shoulder.
He held her upright as he deepened the kiss, moaning as his long-cloistered heart began to beat again with desire. He knew that this was a dangerous game to play: not only with the issue of Moreau... but also with the issue of rousing the sleeping conscience that Sabin had made specific efforts to suppress feelings of guilt... and loss.
But for now.... Sabin didn't care.
: Aubrey knew this was probably a very stupid thing to be doing, but right now....she didn't care either. She felt abandoned by both Moreau and Billy. That, added with her raging hormones, was making her feel scared, alone, and vaunerable.
One of her hands went to the door they were leaned againt, fumbling for the doorknob.
Sabin didn't miss a beat as he pressed her into the room, his arm around her and his lips against hers. Like some sensuous dance he maneuvered her into the bedroom. It was like a dream - so detached was he from his normally calculating mind. So entwined his mind was in the present and simultaneously in the glorified past...
: The Master Bedroom was plush and expansive, yet somehow devoid of any truely personal touches. She stumbled in, clinging to Sabin possessively. She finally drug her lips from his to catch her breath as she walked him backwards towards the bed. "You're not susposed to be in here,"she whispered in jest.
He grinned as she pulled back, his mind swimming in emotion. "No I am not.... but... it has some sort of poetic irony to it, you must admit." He advanced on her, not letting space creep between them. "Besides... something tells me that this bed has been lonely." He teased back.
: Aubrey felt the bed bump the back of her thights and she sat, leaning back and pulling Sabin over her. "Very lonely..." she murmered, pressing her lips back to his.
"mmmm.. well we shall have to fix that... now won't we?" Sabin growled in her ear, giving it a quick parting n** before standing upright and loosening his cravat….
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 6:29 am
Moreau borded the plane that would take him to the Florida coast. A snarl on his face as he sat down in the first class section. He had not been happy with the endless debates and staff meetings. Short nights of sleep and no time for almost anything.
He almost swore they were trying to wear him out. He knew that their meeting regiment was not normally this strict. Atleast they'd apparently worn themselves out, and a break was scheduled.
Most of these board members had worked with his father. He had probably appealed to them, being only concerned about profit. Moreau had already sworn he'd be a better father to his son than that.
Moreau had more on his mind than profit. He had vision... something the rest of the board completely lacked. On that he'd never been more clear. Something would have to be done about them, and soon. Moreau waited for the plane to take off, stewing as he did.
It wasn't until they were high in the air, and the flight attendant brought him a glass of wine that he finally smiled.
Atleast... for a period of time... he was going home.
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 9:05 am
A few hours later, Aubrey slowly stirred awake. Comfortably and warmly tucked into Sabin's arms, it all so... surreal. She had known Sabin for so long now...and while there had been a healthy amount of tention between them, she never expected it to... explode like it did.
She moved slowly and quietly, carefully removing herself from his grasp. Thankfully, he slept like the dead. She gave a feather-light kiss on his forehead and slipped off to the shower. She turned the water as hot at she could stand and leaned against the stone tile of the water and let it spill over her as she tried to gather her thoughts.
Consciousness slowly returned to Sabin. The smoothe sheets against his naked skin, the sound of running water, and his whole body felt wonderful. He stretched, eyes still closed as he held the pillow, a wide grin stretching his face.... and then the memories started to come back.
It had happened... He had actually slept with her. It seemed like another dream... but the huge room, the shower running in the next room - it banished any doubts. Sabin sat up, running fingers through his matted hair and looked towards the shower.
Now what. Dear lord.... he had entertained the thought idly before... but never thought that it would actually happen. He enjoyed Aubrey's company. She was his favorite person to discuss things with.... usually at least.
He slid to his feet and stretched properly, wandering towards the bathroom. Should he join her? Would she even want to deal with him right now? Or... should he go see to the camera logs and check her chip moniter just in case first....?
He should at least see her first. It was still vital that this ended on a positive note.
So Sabin slipped into the bathroom, the steam billowing around him and caressing his clothesless body. He slid up to the shower, and carefully pulled aside the curtain.
Aubrey jumped slightly upon seeing him, but gave a small smile when she saw it was him. She almost looked embarassed, but she made no move to coverherself.
"Hey," she said cautiously, looking between Sabin's naked form and the stream of water, holding out her hand in invitation.
The fact that the only fear she displayed was the fleeting surprise at his arrival was a good sign. That she didn't tell him to leave, or even cover herslef was even better.
His eyes trailed over her for a moment before he responded with an equally awkward "Hey..." He scratched at the back fo his neck. "I can..... go .... take a shower in my room..... see to the recordings..."
Aubrey frowed at his relunctance to come in. What did he mean by that? Did he not want to?
"Ah," she said simply. "Okay, I guess."
Sabin was no mind reader, but he saw that his question caught her off guard. He hadn't thought she'd want him there. "Or.... I could..... you know." He made quick hand motions between her and him. "I was not sure that you wanted me here or not.
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"Its okay," she said, taking his arm and pulling him in. She let her arms slide around him and held him close, resting her head on his chest. It wasn't a sensual move, just a woman needing a hug and not wanting to be alone.
He smiled, holding her to him as the water sprayed down on them. It was warm. And Sabin had to admit... it was really nice. He... missed this.
"How are you doing?" He finally asked gently.
"I don't know," she said honestly. "I... I mean so much has just been on my mind. I really don't know why I.." she chewed on her lip. "I mean, I probably should have thought more rationally about everything but then... we were there and... oh, god." Her arms tightened, "you felt so good.."
"Shhhh..." He stopped her as she nervously began to ramble. He took the sponge from her and began to move it over her. "It... it's alright. It will be fine." He reassured. "You did what felt right. And... it did feel right." He gave her a small smile.
She gave him a thankful smile, "Thank you."
She sighed and let him bathe her with a happy sigh, relaxing a bit. "We have to be careful, you know," she said after a moment. "Probably should be more... in control. There's a lot on the line here."
He nodded seriously. "I know. But.... at least we probably have a better chance than.... well... other alternatives."
He lathered her up with the sponge, moving meticulously over her form.
"But that is no excuse not to be careful. I will see to that as soon as I leave as best I can."
"Thank you."
When Sabin had finished with her, she took the sponge from him and reciprocated. "Can we take this... whatever this is... slow?"
Sabin leaned into her as she sponged him, his eyes closing. "Of course." He purred. "I think that that... probably would be the best... all things considered. You.... think on what you want. Nothing about what I promised you has changed, Aubrey. I will help you with what you decide you want to do."
Aubrey just nodded in agreement, knowing she had a lot to think about. She finished up her shower in silence, but it was a reserved, complemplative silence, not a cold shoudler.
"I'll see you this afternoon," she said as she out of the shower and wrapped herself in a large plush robe. "Let me know if you... you know," she gave a shy smile. "need anything."
He finished with washing his hair and rinsing off, then, after a small consideration, placed a kiss on her forehead.
"I will look forward to it." he followed her out, drying off. "And I shall be sure to. But, I do not need to tell you to keep things quiet around the labs. Don't act any differently. Don't avoid me." He ended that one with a wink.
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Sabin dressed and headed back out to the labs to take care of what needed to be done, but he couldn't help but smile as he finished and continued on to his normal daily duties....
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 6:16 pm
Moreau woke early to his radio quietly buzzing. He slipped out of bed and answered it, it was from James. After speaking on the phone for a bit he sighed and silently snuck back in to get himself dressed and ready. He looked over at Aubrey and then slipped over to her and gently whispered "Aubrey?" while he pattered her face softly. "Aubrey..." he repeated again when she didn't immedietly respond.
Aubrey's eyes fluttered under her lids for a moment before she stretched and arched her back, slowly opening them. She forced a smile to Moreau, thinking it was morning, but the precious little light that filtered through the large windows of their bedrooms indicated otherwise. "What's up, Nick," she said, slowly and painstankingly trying to get herself into a sitting positiion.
Moreau kissed her cheek softly, trying to rouse her, "I recieved a communication just a bit ago. I have to go back..." he said softly.
Aubrey blinked. "Again?" The dissapointment was heavy in her voice, but didn't really look all that surprised. "When?"
"There is a board meeting in 4 hours at 8am early." Moreau guessed that Aubrey hadn't looked at the time, so he continued. This was very difficult to do though, "I have to leave now.... James is waiting for me right now."
Aubrey just stared at him and leveled her gaze. "You're leaving now?"
"Yes... right now. I'm sorry baby." Moreau sighed and stroaked her hair. "Are you going to be okay."
"I guess.." she said, breaking his gaze with a pout. "How long?"
"I don't know, I'll try to keep in better touch, and come back more this time though." Moreau hoped he could live up to this commitment. "I'll try love."
"You mean you're not just going for the meeting, don't you?" Aubrey ran her hand through her hair, jerking painfully at a knot.
"They've delivered a schedule for the next month already." Moreau had looked it over. They liked keeping him on his toes, this was not the first time he'd seen them deliver a schedule at the last possible minute to him. Hoping he wouldn't make the meeting so his vote wouldn't be counted or to hurt his credability.
"Uh-huh." Aubrey was wide awake now, slowly making it to her feet. "Well, see you around a guess." She put her hand on the buldge her belly for emphasis, shooting him a look.
"I'm sorry Aubrey... I really am but you know how important this is." Moreau sighed and moved close to Aubrey, rubbing her stomach and kissing her lips. "Understand..."
Aubrey returned the kiss breifly before turning her head. "Come back soon," she mumbled before waddling towards the bathroom.
"I love you Aubrey." Moreau said as she walked away. He gave a final look and then turned around to head to the helicopter.
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