2007-08-17: DF: Home Is Where The Heart Is


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Summary: Prime sits alone in a secret location, and Elena is the only one of two other people who knows how to reach him when he's not on duty. The two of them watch over the comatose body of an old friend.

Dark Future Date: August 17th, 2009

Home Is Where The Heart Is

Unknown Saints Stronghold, Somewhere in New York

Home. There aren't a lot of places that someone like Prime can use to call Home. This particular place isn't big at all. It's a small room, quaint… about the size of a large closet. There's hardly any room at all for more than three people. There's a large bed that takes up the majority of the space in this room. Machinery and other life support systems are beeping and whirring with their functions as there are tubes and things linked to the bed.

Seated next to the bed is Prime. He's leaned back in the only chair in the room. He's got his hands resting on his lap and his battle gear has been stashed in a corner. The look on his face is solemn. Lost. Confused. Guilty. There are no doors in this room, which could only mean one of the walls has to give way in some capacity.

She had talked to Benji, Cass, Trina, Gene, Eric, Peter, Jack, and her own father. Hell she's even talked to Ali. Elena hasn't had much time to speak with Prime, given Jack's obviously kept him very busy in the last few weeks. Still, when she gets to the outside wall, she presses her fingertips on a certain piece of molding in the plaster, which swings open to reveal a camoflauged console. Tapping the access code that only three people in the Saints know, and one of them was definitely not Jack Derex, she hits the red button and waits. As Prime sits where he is, he would hear the wall lift from the bottom up.

Quiet footsteps walk into the hidden chamber, the wall lowering again once she's through. Elena is dressed in her typical gear - dark jeans, leather jacket, a tank-top. Steel boots are worn and heavy in her feet. Her hair is pulled up today, and rather messily, but she didn't really give much thought to her appearance these days unless she has to go out in disguise. This was another Saints stronghold, she was safe here.

Walking over to the man seated next to the bed, her eyes wander to the body there, her jaw tightening just a bit where the curve meets her neck. But she doesn't say anything, not yet. Instead, she smoothes a lock of hair back from the forehead of the person lying there, pressing a light kiss on it, and then walks back over to Prime.

"You need to eat," Elena says softly, curling her arms around Prime's neck and shoulders from behind and resting her chin on top of his head. "You can't just stay here all day. It's not….people worry." Not like anyone knows this room even exists.

"Not hungry."

Prime's words come very quick. Almost with a snapping tone. He's too busy staring at the bed. The angle at which his eyes are, it's hard to tell if he's even looking at the person in the bed. Maybe he can't. There's too much…

"You shouldn't be here." he continues, one hand coming up to touch the arm of Elena. "You Saints…" There he goes not counting himself as one of the Badasses again. "… have work to do." He finds himself drawing a short breath. Why does he continue to come here? If it hurts so much.

"You're a Saint, and we do have work to do. But this is important," Elena reminds, even as he touches her arm. She presses a kiss on the top of his head. "I just don't want to leave you here alone all the time. You know me, I worry." Her eyes wander over to the body in the bed. "And I haven't given up, Prime. I'm trying. I'll find some way to get him back." It was almost a lost cause, but unless every option is exhausted, Elena isn't one to just let go. Especially not something like this.

She shakes her head. "We're gonna get aggro'd something fierce, you know. With what Jack did. I hope we're all ready for it. You especially." She remains standing behind him, her chin rested on the top of his head and exhaling a quiet breath. She knows how much this hurts him - at the same time, she knows he needs it too. They all had their ghosts. It's just that Prime's was a lot more real than most.

"Has your Mom been by here lately?" she asks simply.

"New boyfriend." That should be enough to explain whether or not Candy has come to Prime's home. He doesn't actually know if she has or not. Not really. He's too busy feeling sorry for himself and everything else that's wrong with his life. "It's not that important. It's not like he's going anywhere." He nods towards the bed and tries to put on a strong face. But the look in his eyes shows that there's more pain behind them than there is anything else that he may be trying to use as a way to hide his emotions. "If you guys need cannon fodder, you know I'm your man. With Mom's make up wizzes, we could fill a room with me's, disguised as the Saints and let Homoland Security go to town." Which would give them a chance to lay low for a while and he can sit here and sulk for the rest of his life.

The Homeland Security crack causes her to smile just a bit. Elena doesn't address the words coming out of his mouth. At least, not yet. Her mind is made up, and to change her mind, they might have to tie her on a crew of wild horses and have her dragged across the city. And even then, it's not a guarantee. She just keeps her arms around him, her eyes on the occupied bed. "Gene and I are working on contingency plans in case things really go South," she says simply. "And I don't want to overload you. You're stretched out so thinly as it is." There is a pause. "You and me both. It's like there's always so much to do, but never enough time to do them."

"I'm designed to be stretched out thin. It's why I read Fantastic Four comics." Another small joke that's not even funny, but somebody has to keep these Saints from completely becoming the things that they are fighting to stop. For right now, though, he's just trying to keep himself from crying. He shakes his head a bit, though he can't really seem to figure out what's happening next. He can hear something in Elena's voice. "Listen. You should relax more. You're doing too much. We're best friends, Elena. For the rest of our short lives." He sighs. "Share the burden."

"Yeah? You're missing the silver on the temples though. At least you're not going gray, right?" Elena says softly, snagging the joke. But it was just one of the things she did for him - get his references and go along with it. It just felt like she was doing her part to make sure he wasn't solitary. How did someone who could replicate himself so many times be so alone all the time? Then again…. she looks back at the bed. "I know. I should. Hell this isn't the first time I heard it, but this is all I do. It's what I am these days. I wouldn't be me if I didn't take care of the rest of you. Besides, you know I don't want to bog you down, even if I wish you'd let me stick around here for a while, at least. I know….you really don't like me being here."

"You shouldn't have to see me like this. That's all." Prime says, not really wanting to get deeper into that conversation. Thus the reason why he keeps changing the subject back to her. She's more important than his own solitary confinement anyway. "I don't care about being bogged down when it's for the right reasons. I love you, Elena. You're not just an Angel. You're my Angel. The only Angel I have. If anything happens to you, there's not a force on this Earth that can stop me from doing whatever it takes to bring you back." Prime sighs, shifting to turn his head around and look at her. "If you need help relaxing, we could always have a Wet T-Shirt contest between you and you."

"Who else would get to see you like this but me?" Elena says softly. "I know what happened. I've taken care of him. I pulled him out of the fire. I know….his last requests." She looks over at the body in the bed. "Seeing him in the state he's in must be hard, we've all lost so much already. All we have is each other, so….I know I've said that so many times I'm starting to sound like a broken record, but it's true. And I know you don't. You're like that, you know? You give so much of yourself, -literally-, for all of this to work. Hell the reason why we know where we're going to get hit is because of you. Out of all of us, you and Gene are the most important. We can't lose either of you, so….just let me do this at least, yeah?" At the joke, she laughs. "Like in Disneyland?" she teases. "You know that was just distraction so you could cut the line in Space Mountain, yeah?" She leans in, pressing her lips lightly on his cheek and squeezes her arms around him. "I love you too," she says softly.

"Is Disneyland still standing? We could go back. Y'know, just the two of us?" Prime's tone is somewhat serious during this questioning. He's actually wanting to get away from all this crazy darkness. "I'm the bomb at Stand-Ins, y'know." He knows that Elena couldn't take a vacation at a time like this, but he might as well try it anyway. Even as he says all this, his eyes are drawn back to the bed and… he ends up closing them. "What if we can't do anything? What if he's like that forever? What am I supposed to do then? You guys all have… each other. You'll be okay. Jack as Trina. Ali has… her radio. Gene can build BuffyBot. You and Eric… well… I'll just leave that alone. Mom and Voldemort." Sigh. "As many of me as there are, I'm always going to be alone." He realizes how that must sound. "No offense, Angel."

"I don't know if the one in Florida is still standing, but I'm sure the one in France is still around," Elena says simply. "Things aren't as bad all over as they are here." But she knows she can't take a vacation now. She knows Prime knows it. "If we live through the fallout of the kidnapping, we'll definitely go. Just the two of us. I promise." She'll do whatever it takes to make him happier than he was right now. And she means it. Eric told her that it's up to everyone else to do it, but that doesn't mean she can't help things along. "I don't know," she says softly. "But I'm going to do -something-. I promise you. I'll do everything in my power to bring him back." She shakes her head. "All I have is you guys," she says softly, glancing away. Eric was waiting. She was waiting. This wasn't the right time. If he asked, she probably wouldn't lie. She and Eric'll probably get married eventually. It's just that everything else was in the way. "None taken," she says softly. "But….no man's an island, Knight. And you have me." She quirks a grin. "Just not in the naughty sense."

"… Define 'naughty' sense. Because… I'm all for stopping at Second Base." Prime may or may not be serious, but it doesn't really matter. She knows that people are destined for each other. And he also knows that he's not destined for much of anything but being comic relief. But that's his role and he accepts it. What would Shaggy be without Scooby? What would Laurel be without Hardy? Abbott without Costello? Will without Grace? All of that craziness. Of course, for the moment, he's too busy being a sluggish and sulky shell of a human being. "I hope you guys don't, y'know, forget about me when all of this is over and it's all sunshine and rainbows." It's a true worry that manifests all the time.

She grins at him, but she's used to it. In a way it's relieving to find him still in there, with all of his jokes. Elena plays with his hair absently as he looks at the body on the bed again. "It'll never be sunshine and rainbows here, you know," she says softly. And with that, she pulls away from him. She walks over to the bed. She knows what the vitals say, but she does have to change his IV. So that's what she does, she gets to work taking care of the vegetable on the bed. She removes the IV from the pale arm sticking out, and shifts the stand away so she could replace it. She tosses the spent bag into the trash, and hooks up another one, before finding the vein in the arm again. "The world isn't going to go back to the way things are," she says softly. "Might take years, centuries, to pick up the pieces. Might very well be we'll be doing this until the day we die. Which could be any day now. At least I already know what I want to see when I get there. You know, the entire life-flashing-before-your-eyes thing."

"You're not going to die. I'll die first. Lots of times." Prime has already seemed to resolve this for himself. He definitely refuses to do any of this letting her die stuff. There's too much that needs to be done. There's too many people that count on her. There's too many people that she needs to be alive for their happiness to continue instead of her being lost to the ether. Like him. He's expendable. Always has been. Always will be. "The only thing I want to see when my life flashes before my eyes… is you." He may be laying on the mush a bit thick, but he's always the most honest when he's here.

"Well, I'm not. I'm determined to live through this." Elena looks over at him after she changes the IV, and smirks faintly. "If not just out of spite." She points to herself. "NO ONE, tells me when I have to go. No one is going to tell me how to live. No one is going to tell me who I want to be with or what should make me happy or anything like that. I'm determined to survive so I can watch everyone else not us and who we love go down in flames. It sounds dark, it sounds vengeful, and it sounds stupidly angry, but I'm going to be there to watch this Administration fall. And I think every Saint ought to be there with me." And after what he says, her determined expression gentles. She walks over to him, and reaches a hand to rest gently on his head as he sits. "Yeah well. I don't. That'd mean you'd be gone forever, and I don't think…." She pauses, and looks away. "I don't want to think about what could happen if one of us falls."

Prime just watches Elena do that thing where she's all Doctor-y. He could never do that. The emotional stress of what would happen if he messed it up, well, that's enough to keep him away from it. Probably one of the reasons Ditto Howser was created in the first place. At least then he could do it… but from a distance. He sighs in the middle of listening to her words and her determination. "You're so hot when you're determined to not die. How long is this whole platonic thing supposed to last again?" The joke is left there to lighten the mood while Prime gets leans back against the girl that has become his best friend in a time where friendship is hard to come by. "Nothing could keep me from being your sidekick, Angel. Not even death."

"I know. I'm holding you to that," Elena says, wrapping her arms around him again and resting her cheek on the top of his head. He was much taller than her, so she can do it even while he's sitting down. After a few more moments of silence, she speaks up again. "You know, I can make you waffles." Oh. Now she's being evil. She knows he's not hungry, but maybe she could tempt him into something - and so dives in to the most tempting morsel of food she can make while she's there. She cheats. Like always.

"… Ms. Gomez. Are you asking me out to breakfast?" Prime is already figuring he's spent enough time in here. His eyes are adjusting to the darkness and he probably could use some fresh air. Which, well, could be why he's getting himself to wrapping an arm around Elena as he gets up from his seat.

"No. I'm -making- you breakfast." This is, clearly, a difference that should be pointed out. Elena pecks him lightly on the cheek, and wraps one arm around him. "Come on, let's go." And with that, they'll start heading for the wall. Because everyone knows that cooking it at home is better than going to IHOP. And less dangerous to boot. She glances at the body on the bed again, and turns to go, just to make sure things are okay.

But she knows unless she wakes it up, it'll never be okay for him.

And it'll never be okay for Prime.

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