2009-11-11: Confessions Of A Human Drug Lab

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Date: November 11, 2009

Summary:

Lena learns of a few new uses of her powers, and Tiago has to cope with it.


"Confessions of a Human Drug Lab"

Downtown, NYC - 1209 - Lena and Tiago's Apt.

Hopefully Tiago remembered his key. When he returns to the apartment the door is locked, which signals Lena's presence inside. That and the music pounding on the other side: 'Bounce With Me' by Kreesha Turner.

The song is even more deafening inside, where the resident walking drug lab is seated cross-legged on the couch. She's dressed in just a tank top and a pair of black camo pants, with a huge textbook opened in her lap. There's a notebook open on the cushion beside her, and Lena's turning pages with her left hand while writing notes with her right. Her hair is down, the shaggy mop of it doing an effective job of hiding the bruises that still mar the side of her face.

—-

"Yeah? Yeah. I need 'em quick, mack. Yeah, I /know/ you're doin' your best, but it aint good enough. Tomorrow? Yeah, yeah, okay. Love you too, homey, I'll have your money then. See ya." Tiago hangs up rather quickly as he makes his way over to his own apartment door, wrestling around his pocket for his keys. He only has one hand to do this, of course - seeing as the other is cradling a large paper bag.

As the lad makes his way forward, wrinkling his nose at the volume of the noise. Tiago's mouth opens, and he prepares himself to make a comment on it but instead, he finds himself flabbergasted, confused at her even stranger activities. "…What're you doin', studyin'?" He inquires, with a little smile on his face. "I gotchya some ice cream, Lena…the cherry cheesecake one ya like so much."

—-

Lena looks up, blinking in the absent fashion of someone pulling their brain up out of a dense forest of words. "Huh? Oh…sec." She leans forward to pluck the remote from the coffee table and mashes the volume down low. When she straightens up again, the girl doesn't bother to hide the fact that she's searching Tiago's face almost anxiously. "What'd you say? I was…um. Looking something up," Lena explains, glancing briefly at the immense tome. "For just in case. What'd you get, Chi?"

The book is transferred from lap to couch, allowing the brunette to stand up and approach. Hesitantly, tis true. "You're not pissed anymore?"

—-

Tiago turns away from her, timed in a way that might seem discouraging to Lena, like he's turning away from her. But, in reality, he's merely stepping into the kitchen to drop off that bag of groceries on the counter before returning to his previous location. "Huh? What're you lookin' up, exactly?" Though his eyes flicker over to the book, it doesn't take him very long to fix his attention solely upon her, as usual. "I said, I got ice cream. The kind that ya like. And…" He seems to hesitate, shuffling on his feet momentarily. "I guess not, huh."

—-

Lena is left standing there, hands hanging in the air where they'd been extended to help with the bag. Her eyebrows knit together in a look that's either a spasm of pain or frustration. But by the time the young man returns, she's got her face under control. Her head is tilted to the side, eyes cast up to meet his with a less anxious regard. Her hands are stuffed deep in her pockets. "Drug shit. I figure it's time I learn to do stuff with it, you know? Stronger stuff. They've got all kinds of crazy things that they use in hospitals now…" But Lena can only talk shop for so long before the elephant in the room wanders over to stomp all over them. She clears her throat softly and ducks her head. "Yeah. I am sorry about what I said. That was wrong."

—-

"Yeah…I know you're sorry, baby. And it's like - it's whatever. I mean, I fuck up and say shit all the time I don't mean." Tiago decides, licking his lips gingerly as he shrugs his shoulder in her general direction. But unlike their previous make ups, he doesn't move to envelop her in his arms and drag her closer. No, he's quite stationary, and it leaves him feeling quite uncomfortable. But, he can't - not this time. "I knew it yesterday too, I guess. I was jus' frustrated, though."

—-

"You know I wouldn't fuck anyone else, right?" Out of everything that was said, this is what Lena chooses to bring up…mostly because it's one of the few things from his tirade of the previous day that she can claim as definitely untrue. After a brief hesitation, a struggle that takes the form of a few false starts, she steps forward to slide her arms around the man's waist. Fortunately he is wearing a shirt. "I would've been angry too, if it'd been me in your shoes," the brunette assures him, turning cheek to chest and closing her eyes."

—-

Tiago takes in a deep breath, his eyes sliding shut in faint relief as the girl makes her way over to him. His head ducks into her shoulder as his arms work his way around her form, hugging her close against him. There's a weak sort of smile oh his face, a low grumble. "…Mhmm. Well…I do now, princessa. I'm sorry I said shit like that. I shouldn't have either." After indulging in that firm embrace for a bit, he lifts his head to do the one thing he's been aching for for over 24 hours now - he moves to press his lips onto hers without hesitation, without warning.

—-

"Apology accept—" Lena had been lifting her head as well, intending to give Tiago an unrestrained smile lit with relief. That effort ends when his mouth descends on hers, leaving her to blink in surprise. There's a momentary rush of warmth, a tingling, followed by a soft euphoria before the teenager jerks herself back with a gasp. "Chi! You said you'd ask!" One hand bunches in the loose folds of his shirt while the other cups protectively over her mouth; over the shield of her fingers, those blue eyes are searching his face for signs of what she's done to him.

—-

Tiago is absolutely unrepentant, if his expression says anything about him. The man does not follow after her when she pulls away, a complacent little smile plastered on his face giving him a goofy sort of look. "Mhmm…? Oh. Well…I missed you, baby. I've been fuckin'…miserable without you. M'sorry but…I jus' couldn't help myself, baby. Don't be pissed." With this sighed out, his green eyes sparkle with chemically enhanced joy and peer down into hers fondly. "Okay. I'm askin' you now. Can I kiss ya again?"

—-

"No." Okay, that was grumpier than Lena had intended. She tries again, but she also releases him and takes a step backwards. "Not just yet, okay? I wanna show you what I found." Before Tiago can chase to pursue another embrace, she's sliding back towards the couch to retrieve the text book. It must be heavy, Lena almost seems to collapse onto the cushions with that tome in her arms. "I was thinking about all that shit the Fed told us, right? We're gonna have the stuff from your friend but I figured maybe I could find a way to do more to protect us too."

—-

Tiago had already started leaning towards her slowly, convinced he was that her response would be a 'yes'. But when he is denied and she pulls away, the lad is /flabbergasted, to say the least. It's all he can do to stand there, dumbfounded. "…What?" Beat. "Are you…but, like, we jus' made up. But like…you're supposed ta be making it up ta me," he points out, screwing his brows in a dark, sullen manner. "Seriously, Lena?" For the moment Tiago is sidetracked by her gathering of the medical tome, and reluctantly he makes his way towards the couch. "…Yeah, okay, but what's this got ta do with us?"

—-

"Seriously. I want you to hear this before I make it up to you right, okay? I promise we will, Chi. You just…gotta have a clear head, I want you to know what I've been working on all day while you were gone." There's an earnestness to her voice that's difficult to deny, and the brief shy flicker of a smile as Lena gazes up at him through scattered bangs. The couch is patted beside her before she has to use both hands to wrestle the book open and find the appropriate page. "This is all about drugs. The book, I mean. I thought, you know, maybe I could make other drugs. Not just the shit we can sell but like…what if I'd touched those guys at Mr. Ling's and they'd really been knocked out. Just boom…down. Doctors can do shit like that, did you know?"

—-

Tiago bites his bottom lip numbly, unconsciously drawing blood from the effort he puts into understanding what Lena seems to be trying to push forward. Her earnestness is what keeps him from whining further - or even worse, from taking further action. There is a faint groan, but he carts himself over to the couch, sinking into the material of it sullenly before turning to Lena expectantly. "Yeah…yeah, okay. But after this, Lena? Can we jus' forget about this shit? Jus' for taday or somethin'. I'm so…I'm sick of it. Anyway…so what, you're lookin' up drugs and shit?"

—-

Lena hugs the book to her chest, looking briefly hurt. "This is important to me, Chi. This is…I mean…I want to forget about it but I've been here all day with nothing else to do but think about it and this shit is going down out there. We're in it whether we want to be or not," she says defensively. "So look…" The text is turned around and set in Tiago's lap, her finger pointing out the relevant paragraph. The page is filled with tiny, dense font but she's indicating propofol. "It knocks people out, puts them in a coma for up to like…twenty-four hours. And it makes them forget what happened before they got knocked out."

Let his criminal mind chew on that!

—-

Tiago blinks to her, his brows rising up in an automatically defensive manner. "No, no no, baby - I know it is! I wasn't sayin' that it shouldn't be, and that…you can't talk shit here. I wanna hear what ya got ta say, honest. Please tell me." But, now that he's supposedly appeased her on that front, he can duck his head slightly. "…But for the rest of the night, I meant. After this. I'm jus' so tired of havin' ta worry about this - jus' for one night, I want ta ignore it." With his said and done, he leans over to peer at what she seems to be indicating. "…There's like, shit that does that? Can you /do/ that?"

—-

"After this, yeah…" Lena is hesitant to continue, that anxiety of before returning again. It's enough to make her chew on her lower lip while studying Tiago's profile. After a deep breath is taken, she says, "I think…I kinda have, yeah. By accident. Remember…um. Couple of days ago, I had this headache, right? And. You were…wanting to be close, you got really really turned on? Then you just went out. Boom. I wasn't trying to, I mean that, Chi. I wanted to know what the hell happened so…I got the book."

—-

Tiago quirks his brows upwards, green eyes flashing to her in confusion and some level of frustration. "…Wait, what? So…so you did. You like, knocked me out. I was, uh - makin' my way onta you?" He falls silent, chewing up this information with a troubled expression. He doesn't respond to her, but he does recoil away from her. It's subtle, but he leans away, crossing his arms over his chest as his eyes flicker over to some random spot in front of him.

—-

"I didn't want to! I swear to god, Chi. I swear on whatever you want me to swear on. And I wasn't even sure it was something new, 'cause, like…every time we're doing that, if I can't concentrate, you get really…you know. Out of it." Lena draws her knees to her chest and hunkers down behind them, lapsing into silence in order to watch and wait for her roommate's reaction. Such are the perils of having an Evolved girlfriend.

—-

Tiago scratches his jaw-line in a fairly ape-like manner, his lips pursed as he stares ahead. After one long, deliberate silence, he finally offers her a sigh, hooded eyes flashing over to her. No longer are his eyes dancing with happiness. "I believe ya. I do, baby. It's jus'…fucked up, is all. It's weird for me ta think on it. 'Cause…yeah." He falls silent once again, lowering his gaze slowly. "Why's this so fuckin' difficult."

—-

Lena has an answer for that. "'Cause I'm a freak. A mutant. Evolved…that's bullshit. I'm not more evolved, this isn't a good thing I can do." Tiago is no longer happy, and Lena is bitter. It doesn't take long for the mood in a room to change. "But. I figured…if I could figure out what I did, what I made…that means I'm learning, right? If I can learn to do more, I can also figure out how to turn it off," she goes on, desperate to fill the silence. "You won't get messed up anymore, the government won't know what I can do. I just have to know what I did."

—-

Tiago nods over to her, for once not jumping to defend her Evolved status. In fact, what with the sobriety of the situation seeping into his very bones, he's having to try very hard to keep from being thrust into the sullen mindframe. "…You're right, Lena." He speaks, slowly unwinding his hands from in front of him and turning to peer to her. "You're right. Learnin' how ta use what you can do is the smartest, most important thing. I guess that's where we've been goin' wrong. We've jus' been tryin' ta work around it, fightin' it and shit. But you've got ta learn how ta make it do what you want it ta do."

—-

"Yeah. And…and maybe we can make it work for us, while I'm learning. The way we did with the rest of it." But that's a conversation for another day. Right now, Lena uncurls her arms and reaches out to gingerly touch a finger to the man's shoulder. Using the cloth as a barrier but wanting to test that contact, to see how Tiago responds. "Chi…if it's too much, you just say so, okay? This is heavy shit, I know it is. If it's this big…and I wouldn't blame you for…for being kinda nervous around me." The anxiety is back in full force, but she powers on through it. "There's easier friends to have out there. Easier girls."

—-

Tiago would comment, but he is immediately distracted by the contact she presses against shoulder. Automatically, his body tenses up beneath her, but he forces himself to relax and ends up leaning into the touch encouragingly. "If it's too much, it don't change anything." He assures her without hesitation, squinting to her. "I mean, fuck. Our relationship started by me stealin' away from your fuckin' gang-banger boyfriend, and we ran away. There's no way for it ta /not/ be difficult, princessa. But…" He pauses, pursing his lips slightly. "But I think we got somethin' here. And I dunno. Maybe it's jus' me, but…yeah."

—-

The temptation is to snatch her hand away the instant that stiffening is felt, oversensitive to the possibility of being rejected. What he says saves the moment though. Lena reaches for the book, removing it from his lap and setting it aside in order to crawl into the mans lap. "It's not just you," she assures her roommate. The Three Big Words are still hard but she has other methods. "But I just wanted you to know. If it ever gets too much. I'll understand…I'll fucking miss you, but I'll understand." That instant of levity is capped by Lena beginning the make up ritual she'd promised. Her head tilts, her lips part and her mouth presses firmly to Tiago's. Like he said…they should be allowed one night to just forget.

—-

Tiago is in a strange state of mind. So strange that he can watch Lena crawl over to his lap in a borderline passive sort of way, lacking his usual boyish excitement and flair. But once she has made his way onto him, straddling him, and once he has fixed his hands upon her hips tightly, he peers up to her with such intensity that it dispels any sort possible hesitation on his part. "Don't say that," he grunts to her, just before she seals her lips on his. The passion that follows is unbridled and unrepentant, intent on making everything worth it.

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