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The Omegas: The Library
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"If you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well.
Then he's a fool, you're just as well, hope it gives you hell.
I hope it gives you hell.
Tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself.
Yeah, where did it all go wrong?
But the list goes on and on."


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Things had been relatively boring since getting back from the mission. It had been easy enough to forget they were stuck underground during the excitement of the mission, but once they were back that was an entirely different story. Things fell back into the tedious and boring category and life just inched on. To say Felix hated being imprisoned underground would have been an understatement. There were things here and there that kept him from getting so bored he just left, but there still wasn’t enough excitement.

They should be out doing something. Anything would have been better than this waiting for something to happen. Nothing seemed to hold enough entertainment the longer they were stuck underground. Trying to think up something to do for the rest of the day, Felix decided to take to wandering around their prison in search of anything that looked or sounded even mildly entertaining.

Debating on finding Aren and stirring up some trouble, the man’s silent contemplation was stopped as he reached the library and heard Aurelie’s voice drifting out towards him. She sounded on the verge of being pissed off, which intrigued the man. The blonde was pretty easy going from his experience, so whatever was upsetting her had him curious. Stepping into the library, her being distracted caused him to go pretty unnoticed as he watched her and listened.

Her frustration was visible as she pulled at her hair and breathed out something that sounded like fine, but could have been a curse word for all he knew. Personally he preferred to remember her message with a curse word, it seemed to fit the situation better. As she stated she would do it without permission Felix could practically feel the potential mischief of the situation radiating around the area. This seemed like too good an opportunity to pass up and the perfect way to pass the time.

As she started towards the exit it was easy enough to put himself in her path. She greeted him in a way that made it clear she was curious what he was doing. Nodding his head to her in response, he remained silent, it was as if he was waiting for her to say something. Her quizzical appearance was topped off as she finally asked him if she could help him after a period of silence.

“Well there are always things you can do for me, but I feel rather wounded that you were off to cause mischief and didn’t even think to invite me along for the ride blondie. Here you are just now finally ready to break the rules and I don’t even get a second thought despite being one of the perfect people to sneak you in. But fine, I’ll sneak you in anyway to see your best bestie. You’ll owe me one, naturally, though.” It wasn’t terribly hard to figure out exactly what she had been arguing with Scott about. It could have been in to see Leo, but given what he knew about Aurelie he doubted that was why she wanted to sneak in.

Felix was one of the few that didn’t have an opinion about that whole incident. It didn’t bother him one way or another that Kat had done what she’d done, nor did it bother him that Leo had responded in such a way. It just seemed rather insignificant really. At least it had provided a few moments of intrigue at first.

“If you want a picture to remember my face by, all you had to do was ask blondie.” He spoke in reference to her current staring at him. “What’s the saying? Take a picture it will last longer.” Smiling at her slightly, he held up his finger to tell her to wait while he tuned his comm to Aren. “Yo Tiny, if Scott asks I’ve been with you all morning. Well if anybody does for that matter. Just for reference.” Then turning back towards Aurelie, Felix raised an eyebrow. “Want me to add you to the people he's giving an alibi for? Unless you’d rather stay here and make out for awhile? I’m up for either if you are.” With a wink, Felix waited for her to deny her obvious attraction towards him and choose to go see her friend like the good girl she was.

(OOC: PM me if I missed something.)



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"Truth be told I miss you.
And truth be told I'm lying.
When you see my face.
Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell.
When you walk my way.
Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell."

xxx❤ Team Alphas
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Raine jointed the native watching television, taking a seat in a chair not far from where he was sitting on the couch. He pointed out how long it had been since the two of them had spent any significant amount of time together, the brunette blaming their busy schedules. He agreed with her, also teasing her about her course load and penchant for reading.

She didn't have the heart to tell him that it was because she couldn't stand the thought of his spending time with Narcissa, or the tortures that the blonde loved inflicting on her for "polluting" her precious Omegas. She couldn't tell him that she had been ashamed of (some) of her behavior at Prom when they had gone together, and couldn't even bear to look him in the eye at first. Better he think her simply a b***h than admit the truth - the Omega leader had won that battle.

"Hey, keeping my nose in those books is going to get my butt into Yale. You could stand to spend a little more time studying, my lackadaisical friend. You and Felix," she responded in a cheeky tone, shooting him a sideways grin. It never ceased to astonish her the inventive ways that the two boys could invent to get out of her tutoring offers and attempts to get them to take their grades seriously. It took a lot of work on their part to keep from working.

She also used the amount of missions they had been going on lately as another excuse for their inability to connect, Aren adding on the training that came with the field missions. It was a never-ending cycle, the brunette picking up on his tone and facial expression to understand that the last Omega mission hadn't exactly been a walk in the park either. She could only offer him a small smile, the pair turning their attentions back to the television set. She knew only too well that these last missions had not gone as planned, even if she had not heard the details of their red and black counterparts.

Aren explained the show they were watching, Raine suppressing a laugh as he explained that it was necessary for him to be able to play video games with Cammi. It was clear where his priorities were, and she couldn't help but chuckle at it. He briefly explained the plot and what she had missed so far, praising the concept.

"Well, it definitely sounds better than that," she responded when he told her about the first show she tried to make him watch. An animated high school club show sounded...awful. Didn't they get enough drama being they actually were in high school, surrounded by students with extraordinary powers? They didn't spend long talking about the show, however, before the size shifter turned things around on her, asking how she was doing. It was only natural for her to start talking about everything that happened when they got back from their missions, with Bella being attacked and whatnot. It was confusing and upsetting, even though she hadn't been directly involved.

He agreed with her that the rest of the base was still reeling from the drama, the brunette nodding in agreement before coming to the realization that he probably wasn't really asking about that, but about the Alpha mission itself. Quickly, she changed gears, recounting the gist of it but unable to mask her emotions regarding the whole fiasco. She couldn't help but feel like they had been betrayed, and it worried her that no one was able to pinpoint exactly what had happened to make sure that it never happened again. They'd had their asses handed to them because someone screwed up somewhere - she found it hard to believe that with all the things they could do and the resources at their disposal, they couldn't figure out what happened.

That was scary.

The size-shifting Native American agreed with her, the boy musing about whether they had figured out who was behind the bad tip, even going so far as to suggest that the person may be coming after them if they knew where the Academy had been moved to. She hadn't really thought of that, a brief look of concern crossing her features as she tried to shove such thoughts aside.

"Goodness, I hope not...the damage they could cause. I don't even want to think about it." She wanted to add that she especially didn't want to think about it when they would be essentially trapped underground, but it was too scary of a possibility to continue to entertain. Instead, she turned the topic of conversation to the Omega mission, and the sentinel she had heard they faced. Of the two, the Omegas were certainly the more adept fighters, though a bit more of a wildcard when it came to their methods (at least compared to the Alphas).

He seemed to shrug off the mention of the Sentinel, explaining that the heavy hitters were able to make short work of the robot. She couldn't help but laugh slightly at the idea that Narcissa thought that Daylia was expecting because she got sick in the middle of their escape and was a little sluggish. "Really? I mean...I guess everything we've seen around here, I shouldn't be shocked by it, but I wasn't aware that she was seeing anyone. Didn't she go to prom with Dimitri," she started, her eyes suddenly going wide before turning the hazel orbs back to him with a questioning expression.

"You don't think...I mean, it would be too early for her to be showing any symptoms, right?"

She stood there awkwardly, trying to determine how much of her tirade Felix had heard, though it did little to dissipate her frustration with Scott. And with her ever-growing vexation with the headmaster, sprouted an idea. The speedster standing before her was no stranger to getting into trouble, and with his mutation he could be useful. If he didn't want to be an a**, or sit here and flirt all day. The latter was more likely, given his track record.

Asking him what she might do for him, he responded almost exactly the way she was hoping. Rolling her eyes heavenward, she made it known how much she appreciated his dramatics, and that his feigned hurt feelings didn't get very far with her. "Right. Because you would truly be wounded over something so small." She quipped disbelievingly. "Especially if it's coming from a girl you only talk to in an effort to get in her pants."

This said, she conceded to his other points, and nodded, still slightly surprised that he would be so quick to help. (No pun intended) "If you're actually willing to help, I'll owe you a favor if you can bust me in." Realizing she couldn't just leave that with no stipulations, she held up a finger as she added a contingency. "However, I have veto power on what favor you call of me."

He accused her of staring, and Aurie let out an exasperated gasp. "Oh for heaven's sake! You wish I was actually staring." She uttered. She'd been ready to start a snappy comeback that he interrupted by holding a finger up to silence her. Biting down on her cheek, she impatiently waited for him to finish - only to realize what he was doing. Though she would never admit it out loud, it was smart. She would not have thought to do that. "Sure." She said, before he finished his suggestion about staying here and making out. Did his flirty personality ever get serious?

Coming closer, she batted long eyelashes, her expression demure. "Speedy you might be able to move quick, but I don't think you could handle all of this." The telekinetic remarked pointing down to the whole package that was her. "I'm pretty sure we had this conversation, and it didn't end well for you then, either." Not to mention, he'd been linked to Raine if the rumors were true. That made him a no-no zone.

But it was just as well, because August snuck in behind Felix, intent on making his presence there a surprise. Biting her lip as she braced herself for another bout with the speedster, August's souther lilt made its way to air. "Oh August, he's got all the action I think you could want." She retorted, interested in seeing Felix go on the defensive for once. It would be worth the small delay to have a story to tell Kat.

She didn't seem to mind when the man circled around and used her as a head rest. Peering up at him, the telekinetic shrugged. Honestly, she didn't mind the endearment from Felix, but it was entirely too much fun to let go. "I think he calls me that because he doesn't remember how to pronounce my name." Aurelie mock whispered, her features forming a puckish expression.

Because she wasn't entirely familiar with the tattooed man's abilities, she hesitated on letting him in on the secret, but ultimately decided he could be a great distraction as Felix sped them in. Knowing Scott's obstinate behavior regarding her friendship with Kat, the third person would be absolutely necessary. "But seeing as you're such the gentleman, you might as well know that Fe-fe here is planning on sneaking me into the containment area so I can see my bestie. If you care to join us, you might get to nibble on Mr. God's-gift-to-man all that much sooner."

The Texan's shoulders shook with his laughter at Alice's sass, and her idle threat to hurt him if he didn't present her a lollipop for her trouble. "I think it's actually cream soda flavored, and you can bet I'll check the wrapper to make sure that's the one you don't get if you keep being rude to the gentleman willing to go get it for you." He warned, his southern drawl thick as molasses.

She threatened him again, and Blake shrugged. "Sweetheart, many men from Texas hail from military families, and we run in the sweltering heat so awful you're pretty sure you see the dirt steaming. You think your little legs can keep up?" He joked, but hurried out of the room when she requested privacy with Golden Boy to get that sucker he'd promised her.

Time Skip

Heaving a deep breath as he took a trip down memory lane, Blake resisted the urge to sit next to her on the bed. Those days had been simpler - full of laughter and optimism. Her green eyes had shined more than the northern lights, sparkling with her zest for life that never seemed as though it would be quenched. Staring at her now, they were dull, almost lifeless.

If Bella had listened too closely, she might have heard the exhaustion he kept tucked away for everyone else's benefit. Because he had not slept in the last three days, he highly doubted she would catch onto the deeper problem when it was so obvious he had not left her side since they brought her down here. But the Texan was tired; how could he not be? Everything he had done in the last six months had been for someone else - his father, his mother, the campaign, the team, Bella - without any regard for himself and what he needed. Even now, his mind foggy from sleep deprivation, he thought of nothing but comforting the dark-haired beauty and making her more at ease.

Her lack of emotion from stirring the memory caused another wave of dejection to wash over him, and the forced smile did little to alleviate it. Her outlook would break his heart long before he ever gave her the chance to break it in truth. "There is no way you could have known how that assignment was going to go." Blake insisted gently, taking a pair of light fingers to lift her chin so that she could see the sincerity in his deep blue eyes.

"You forget that Narcissa nearly died and almost took another one of her team members with her." He reminded her, his slow-speaking cadence making it sound even gentler. "I don't think his hands will ever recover fully from handling her. Every leader makes mistakes... the mission isn't on you. What happened after..." He paused, still trying to wrap his head around why Katerina had chosen to attack her. "Wasn't a mistake in leadership, it was a mistake in judgment. And no one is immune to that."

She argued further, stating that Evie had been magnificent in reigning Gideon in, and Blake shook his head in disagreement. "Evie didn't do that alone, doll." As much as it pained him to remember her falling for the Wolverine-clone, he continued. "Loving you brought him over to the light, so to speak. And while Gideon was completely out of control, it's harder to do that with someone who has her own ideas... Gideon was violent, volatile, but he was more animal than human. Katerina..." Katerina was definitely human and had her own sense of right and wrong. Altering her principles and moral compass, leading her back to the side fighting for the good of all would take a lifetime. "She'll take a might more time because she isn't a beast."

"But I don't think it's safe to have her and Leo on the same team. When Gideon came, he didn't have someone he considered a mortal enemy commanding him. They need to be separated."

She stood; he hovered near her, unable to miss how unsteady the normally graceful woman was on her feet. As soon as she appeared as though she might fall while trying to gather her thoughts, his arms instinctively pulled her back to his chest. "I got you." He whispered gently as she tensed, still wanting very much to argue with the merits of her staying in bed until she fully recovered. But holding her - even briefly - was enough to quash the urge. She was safer here, leaning against the hard wall of his chest than she would be anywhere else.

Relenting to his request to remain in the medbay momentarily, she tried to rehash what had happened. When she let out a dry laugh, the Texan pulled back so that he could see her face, hoping to catch a glimpse of her meaning. He said nothing as she continued, and the missing pieces of the puzzle he had been trying to solve fell into place. His insides shattered to billions of slivers, promising him that they'd never again be whole.

His heart beat, the way he felt... the way he smelled. Kat had gone after Bella, to get to Leo, yes. But it had worked because in the time he had been attending family duties... maybe even before, Leo and Bella... Looking at the floor, he winced as the thought cemented itself into his brain. Leo and Bella had become more than just friends. Lovers. The pain of knowing nearly brought him to his knees.

Schooling his expression into one of stone, he let her explain as he did his best not to allow each piece of his heart fall to the floor with a resounding echo. Now wasn't the time to fall apart. Now wasn't the time to focus on the fact that she loved someone else. Again. He could not afford to dwell on that or the fact with this new blow, it was all too clear he and she would never be a "they." She needed her friend right now, no matter that his throat felt like it would close or that the ache in his chest burned like greek fire. She needed him; that was all that should matter. He could not start being selfish now.

Joshua knocked on the door to announce his presence, and Blake took the man's examination as an opportunity to distance himself from the girl he had carried a torch for the majority of the last decade. Nearly deaf with grief for his own heart, he barely heard Elixir's lecture, or the nurse that came in with a change of clothes. He only seemed to come back to life when Bella disappeared from the room and he could breathe again. Though they were labored, the slightest inhale felt as though a thousand needles were pricking him from his core.

Sinking into the chair, the cowboy pushed his fingers through his hair and sat hunched over his knees while he processed the demise of his hopes for happiness with another person, and the death of his freedom. With the pressures of his family stacking, it had been Bella's smile that gave him courage to face the dichotomy of what was right and what was expected. It had been the anticipation of having another movie night with her that gave him the smile he flashed for the papers and interviews. It had been the her laughter that kept him standing. But it had been love that kept bringing him back, regardless of the risk of exposure.

And it meant nothing now.

She peeked out of the room, and his back straightened to a stiff, upright position as she smiled at him. His breath hitched as he marveled momentarily at how beautiful he found her; but in an instant his insides crumbled all over when she asked again to leave - obviously anxious to see the man who had won her affection. She wasn't his and would never be.

An eternity must have passed as he mustered words that wouldn't hurt her by revealing how he felt. Even though she didn't love him, he knew she would hate knowing the ugly truth about the man who had always been one of her best friends. "If Josh says it's okay." He said. Despite his best efforts, he could not quite keep the despondence from his voice, This is what she's chosen. He reminded himself, still wanting her happiness above his own.

Rising tiredly from his seat, he offered her a hand to keep her steady. Mistake. As soon as her fingertips brushed his palm, his resolve dilapidated and undefined anger started to replace the grief in a desperate attempt at some self-preservation. Seeing her with him would kill whatever part of him was still alive. His feet stopped moving toward the door and let her hand fall from his, shrinking back to give him some space. "I can't." Swallowing, he bade himself to stop talking when she was no doubt confused in his sudden change of mood, but something in him didn't listen. If he didn't say this now, he never would. It was already too late; he knew that, but in order to know peace, how he felt had to reach the air. "I want to be there for you, Isabella." He started, uncharacteristically using her given name. No longer would he call her doll face, bells, or any other pet name. Familiarity would only cut him deeper. "I really do. And I spent the whole time you were getting cleaned up demanding myself to do just that. I've been out here telling myself to be a gentleman my ma would be proud of." If she had any capacity to have actually mustered any of her own feelings.

Taking another step back, he met her gaze fully for the first time since she'd re-emerged from the adjoining room. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't shield the heartbreak and sorrow she might find in the depths of his crystalline eyes. "I've been telling myself to do just what I always have, support you, be happy for you, mask how it feels like there's a knife twisting, worming its way through my ribcage... as easily as a rattler dances through sand, but I can't." His voice faded as he reigned in what he could of his emotions so that he could keep his tone steady. No doubt that she would hear the strain anyway. "I was able to with Gideon, but that was partially because I was not around for you to see how conflicted your letters about how much you loved him made me."

He stopped talking for a moment then, looking away because he couldn't bear to look at that hauntingly beautiful face any longer. Not that it would help when all of the memories they shared over the years had etched her into every part of him worth anything. "All my life... I have always done what was best for everyone else. What was expected of me. But, I am a man. A human of flesh, bone and, Christ have mercy on me, feelings and weaknesses. And I I am sorry... but I'm not strong enough to watch you love another."

Brushing past her, he started for the door, knowing he had said too much to ever go back to the friendship they once had. By popping his mouth open, he had taken that last bit of what was important to him, and destroyed it. "You go on without me." He instructed, forbidding his voice to crack.

Gabriel Byrne
Location: Kitchen
Thoughts: Meeting new people, I like this…

Looking to Charlotte as he unloaded his weapon, he chuckled as he replied, “Sorry, I’m so used to carrying openly. The benefits of my mutation results in the lesser requirements for sleep. Needing just four hours of sleep, I’m often up at odd hours, not many people around to be intimidated by what I’m packing.” which was a statement of fact. He was often up when most were asleep, walking about the facility when not many stirred. Gave him plenty of time to think, to walk, to do plenty of very stupid tests with his numerous stupid ideas. His fingers glided across the weapon, dancing along the bullet casings as he slipped them on the countertop.

It took him a moment to realize that she was busting his chops, which he responded with a smirk. He was getting the hang of this whole “social interaction” thing…

“Though, it’s a rare thing for me to be out at this time. But, my work has lead to needing supplies.” gesturing to the faceplate. Once he did his cleaning, he’d go back to his shop and work on the interlay for the AR into the helmet.

Both Charlotte and Alex commented on his ability to do stuff, with the Omega offering to even assist him. To which he chuckled, “No worries, like I said, stubborn breed here.” shuffling around the kitchen. Colin introduced herself, establishing that she was mute. She was quick to offer up some dialogue, with an impressive speed through text. He introduced himself and even offered to help get her acquainted with the kitchen.

He sat back, leaning on a counter, taking his face plate in hand. Grabbing the shammy cloth that was in his pocket he sprayed some of the cleaner on the graphene plate. He was deft in his cleaning, he took his time as he listened to the others talk amongst themselves. Colin even exalted some excitement over training. He didn’t want to get into it now, but he’d have no problem showing her to how to use a firearm on the range. As much as she wasn’t likely to use a weapon, it would not hurt to know what she was dealing with, if they were so unfortunate to ever wind up in a firefight.

Maybe he could prevent one more person from getting shot, like him. He winced a bit as the pain flashed through his leg, taking a moment to rub where the bullet had entered.

Elixir took away the hurt, but the pain was still there.

OOC: Let me know what I missed, if I should add anything, etc.

Holding Cell - Sub Levels

Katerina stared at Lachlan with disinterest. Her gun metal blue eyes were pointed and fierce—deliberately laced with intensity. If the farm boy had any sense at all he’d have long ago taken his curiosity and packed up shop. The situation was akin to a child watching a tiger pace restlessly from behind safety glass at the zoo. Only, this tiger wouldn’t always be a harmless. She wouldn’t always be trapped. The young woman didn’t know what this oversized imps abilities were off the top of her head, but it didn’t matter. Like any of her targets…He’d never see her coming.

“I don’t negotiate, ragazzino*(Little Boy). There’s no need...”, she spoke plainly, ignoring the rest of what was said. He was delightful…In the way that newborn puppies were appealing. Sweet, gentle, and confused. With bones so soft that incorrect handling could leave them fragile and broken. How the X-Men had survived this long was entirely beyond her. Perhaps it had been a mistake to come to them in the wake of Madam Hydra demanding her loyalty. If she had known that Rossi was among their ranks she definitely would have thought twice. “I always win.”

By any means necessary. There was no point in negotiating with people that hated and feared those that were inherently superior. Katerina wasn’t thinking of mutants versus flatscans—simply humanity as a whole. Some were simply born better equipped to deal with life than others. The X-Men seemed to be on the losing end of that lottery.

She watched Lachlan while she played with the force field that separated them. Rather, what kept him safe. If he was alarmed by her proximity, he did a good job at keeping it under wraps. Only his silence gave him away. Little fingers walked across the surface in a nearly childish manner—though she paused when he agreed with the point she’d raised. The shape shifter laughed lightly when she realized Lachlan hated himself just a little for it. These people were truly pieces of work. “Enemies are all around us. Some are just harder to see than others.”

It wasn’t just Sentinels and S.H.I.E.L.D. hell bent on their destruction. The people that handled the situation incorrectly, people like Stone, were just as culpable.

Her generally amused countenance all but disappeared when Aurelie came up. For more than one reason she was a little on edge about the telekinetic. Rossi hadn’t really had any visitors outside of the Professors; but she could imagine he hadn’t made any friends when the base realized what creature-features they were sharing space with. At the very least…Katerina had expected to see Aurelie. The blond ballerina hadn’t come. Was she so angry with her?

Her face contorted into something fearsome when the boy spoke next. She snarled when he tried to make her see that they were all the same. All people that bled, felt, and died. When he had the gall to apologize for not ‘being there’ to prevent anyone being harmed the shape shifter pulled back her fist and punched the force field as hard as she could. How arrogant was he to assume he could have made a difference? It barrier reverberated and shoved back instantly, giving what she gave tenfold. There was a sickening crunch as something in her hand bent in a way it wasn’t meant to. Anger and adrenaline filled her being like wild fire. If she could have shifted, she would have, and ripped this know-it-all son of a b***h apart. “Kinks?”

“You call Aurelie being trapped in coma for weeks a KINK?”, Katerina demanded heatedly, completely ignoring the sharp pain in her hand. She’d felt worse. This was nothing; Self-inflicted wounds born from utter frustration and disbelief at this mutants stupidity. “The only solution is the one you seem keen on trying to stop. It isn’t about getting even. If it were…I would have already made things right.”

“I waited to see if she learned. She didn’t.”, the former HYDRA agent growled, eyes glinting cruelly in the light. If ever there was a sense of self-preservation in this man…He would turn the other way and run. The slim brunette growled out the next words, a dark promise lacing every syllable. ”…I’m going to snap her pretty little neck.”

She walked away from the barrier again, tearing her eyes from Lachlan with such wildness that it looked like it might have hurt. Disbelief was written all over her. No one was so selfless without an ulterior motive. “You can’t be everywhere all at once. Even if you could manage to stop me in time…Would you die for her?”

“That’s the price Lachlan... If you ever come against me…I’ll beat you bloody. You may be cute as a button but you won’t get an ounce of mercy from me.”

It was then that the steel doors opened down the hall and the current object of her animosity walked in. Talk about timing. Stone looked like death warmed over. Seeing her so miserable forced Katerina back into the superior and collected woman she’d been when Lachlan had first arrived. She watched the green eyed woman with a smug expression, waiting to see what she had to say. Would she issue a challenge? Would she try to appeal to her better nature like Lachlan? Was she here to fight? All things made Katerina itch. She hadn’t had a good spar in days.

The words that left Isabella caused her eyes to narrow. She FORGAVE her? Her head pulled back as she tried to comprehend the notion. What… “I DO NOT want your forgiveness, Stone.”

“Do you hear me?”, she called after the Siren nastily, though her words seemed a little off. Especially when it seemed like the Alpha leader was outright ignoring her. “I hope you choke on your self-righteous bull s**t...”

Nothing. Stone didn’t turn around. Stone didn’t stop walking—She just went straight to Rossi.

“You’re the one that needs to be forgiven.”

Katerina kept hurling random insults out of her cell—For the most part just testing the waters. She mocked everything. From the way she said Rossi’s name to the fact that former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent had snapped. How did it feel to once again be involved with a murderer? Even if Stone didn’t want to admit it…She seemed to have a penchant for turning stone cold killers into fluffy bunny rabbits. How sweet.

When it seemed that she would get nothing from the songstress or Rossi she huffed and went to sit back down on her cot. That was boring. She’d thought that the Siren would at least toss around a little more weight. Yell? Threaten? Ugh. She really was going for saint-hood wasn’t she?

Despite her flippant nature…The concept of forgiveness bothered her. How Stone could utter those words…Even if they were a lie…Confused her. Katerina did not forgive, and she did not forget. Hell, even Rossi knew that. He would never, ever let this go.

It was just one more thing about the Alpha Leader that got under her skin. So god forsaken high and mighty. Would she never learn?

xTeam Alpha ❤ Thomas's Room -- Kitchen
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Thomas had slept in, he was lucky she was almost done getting ready or he would have received a hard ‘no’ in regards to her scooting over. He questioned when she stated that next time he would have to wait his turn and she gave a small nod. ”Yeah, next time.” she confirmed simply.

She teased him about running to put on a shirt and her brows furrowed in confusion when he mentioned that he wasn’t good with ‘these types of situations.’ ”What types of situations?” she asked blatantly, clearly unaware of any potential awkwardness she may have been causing.

The Bambi-eyed brunette rolled dark hues as Thomas avoided answering her question about how her makeup looked. His non answer refused to have an opinion, even when he added that she would have looked “fine” without… fine?! He really knew how to make a girl feel special, didn’t he? ”Boys…” she sighed with a shake of her head before turning to make some final touches.

After making room for him in the sink, she turned back to the mirror but before she could do anything else he’d asked about what “that” was like. Her expression would reveal that she wasn’t quite sure what he was talking about and as she noticed his gesturing, she glanced down at herself. The first things she’d noticed were her boobs, but then seeing the counter beneath her so far away it clicked. ”Oh,” she looked back up at her reflection. ”When it first manifested it felt like the whole world just opened up to me. Nothing out of reach, I wasn’t bound to the ground like I used to be.”

”It feels… free.” A smile brightened her face at the thought. ”But you know what the shitty thing is? It makes being trapped underground so much worse!” She whined indignantly, her expression melting into a small pout. Booze helped. A little. At least it didn’t hurt as much when she ran into things if she was drunk.

Floating out from the counter and unfolding her legs, her feet touched the ground for the first time this morning. She started to clean up her mess around his sick, shoving her makeup back in it’s bag rather unceremoniously as she suggested they get coffee. Once all of her things were back in her bag, her feet left the ground again, but only to spin her around and sit on the edge of the sink. She leaned on her hands as she talked to Thomas, crossing her legs at the ankles.

”Oh good! I was going to the infirmary too.” she informed. She just assumed he was also going to visit someone who had been injured. She knew absolutely nothing about him, except that he was a sound sleeper and was possibly a little slow.

While making sure her buzz wasn’t wearing off, she offered her flask to Thomas. He turned it down, but at least he hadn’t started lecturing her about drinking in the morning like others had. Brownie points.

Chocolate curls bounced with a nod as Thomas told her that he just needed to change. And really she needed to get dressed as well. When the other Alpha returned to the bathroom she was slipping into a shirt, straightening it out in the mirror before grabbing one more thing - a large scarf that she draped over her shoulder and wrapped around her neck. It was knit, cozy. She loved scarves…

”Ready?” she asked, reaching back into her bag and pulling out a small purse on a long strap. She stowed her flask away inside of it and pulled the strap over her head so it crossed over her chest and she wouldn’t actually have to carry it - and it mostly disappeared into the large scarf. She had a few other things in it as well, things that she’d rather carry around just in case than have to run back to the room to get if she needed. Like her phone, and some lip gloss.

He opened the door for her to lead the way and she floated out ahead of him. There were already a few others in the kitchen when Eden fluttered in with Thomas.

Fingers wiggled in a wave at the group, accompanied by a smile from the brunette. She was very much a people person. In fact, it was being alone that was hard for her. She floated by and her smile faded when she saw the empty coffee pot. ”Empty??” she whined to herself before starting to make some herself.

All she wanted in the mornings was to do absolutely nothing. If she didn’t have a hangover, all the better.

”Do any of you guys want some coffee?” she asked, turning to the rest of the kitchen. It was just as easy to make enough for everyone as it was to make enough for herself.



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