2007-09-27: Mission to Mars

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Megan_icon.gif Meryl_icon.gif

Summary: Hoping to secure another person for her mission, Meryl visits Megan. The Scot is a little reluctant, understandably.

Date It Happened: 27 SEPTEMBER 2007

Mission to Mars


Megan's Room, Hartsdale

Under one arm, a brown folder. Wrapped around the other, a grocery bag with a couple pints of ice cream - chocolate fudge strawberry caramel brownie twist tornado for her, and mint chocolate chip for Megan. Given that Meryl always brings food on these visits, she's picked up a few of Megan's favourites, and this is one of those times that she'll need to win the girl's favour.

It could be tricky, it could be easy. Meryl's considered a million possibilities - some involving cows and aliens, which she can honestly say probably won't happen, but one should always be prepared - about how Megan might react to this proposal. One of the key points is that she's perfect for the job. Then there's also the fact that Meryl likes her. Trusts her. But she's getting ahead of herself here.

Her hand is still wrapped in bandages, but the pain isn't quite as severe today, partially because she found a good balance of pain killers that won't knock her out, and then, because she's also getting used to it. Shifting the ice cream and brown folder, she approaches Megan's door and knocks. "Meg, it's Meryl," she states.

—-

What with all the strange people Megan has been getting visits from and going to visit, she's starting to just get used to the idea of having visitors. It's quite a different mindset than it was when she was in captivity all those weeks ago. It's a good thing that Meryl identifies herself because otherwise she was going to come face to face with a stony-faced Megan. She's all but expecting Benjamin to come back to try and 'patch things up' some more. However, when the Scot opens the door, she's smiling. And then concerned when she notices the wrapped up hand. "Meryl! What happened?" Opening the door wider to allow the Australian in, she steps to the side.

—-

"It's a short story," Meryl begins. Well, it certainly isn't a very long story, right? "Got you some ice cream, though. Here, you might need it, considering what I came here for. Don't worry, it's nothing bad. Not… Not really. It's not exactly Company-Approved, either, but I got the idea and now I have to do something, or else it'll just— What's the word? Fester or something like that. You know, like the Uncle Guy on the Addams Family. Uncle Fester. Anyway, will you help?" Hopefully she's managed to dodge the question about her hand successfully, because if the relationship between Benjamin and Megan is already strained to its breaking point… Mentioning that Ben was waving around a firearm is definitely no way to patch things up.

—-

Taking the ice cream with a confused blink, Megan allows the door to shut behind Meryl. That's a lot of information to process at once. "Thank ye?" She was expecting her to explain the short story about her hand and instead she got her to talk about something that's not really bad, though may be. And something about the Addams Family. "Wait. Meryl, m'no' even sure about what ye jus' said." There's very little that will help Benjamin's case at the moment, but she's not about to say that at the moment. "I dunno wha'm s'posed to be helpin' with. And if it's no' Company-approved, how'm I s'posed to get out to help?"

—-

Right, slowing down. It's hard to do when you have so much stuff in your head. Pulling a spoon out of the bag to hand to Megan along with that previously donated pint of mint chocolate chip, Meryl backs up. "Okay." This word is punctuated by a thud as she sets the brown folder down on the nearest flat surface. "But you have to promise you won't give me an answer until you've really thought about all this." Patting the folder with her unbandaged hand, Meryl seats herself, manages to get her own ice cream open, and suddenly finds that telling all this to someone she actually likes and isn't angry with (at the time) is a lot harder than telling Benjamin. Go figure.

"…Okay. There's this guy out there, he's got an ability - like you, only not like yours. He can mess with peoples' minds. Make them not able to remember things - amnesia. Stuff like that. This guy was in our house." She pauses, thinks, backs up. "I was nine, my parents and I went to the movies. We came home, we found him ransacking the place, and he did something to them. To me… I… He's still out there, and I want to go after him, but I want you in on it. I want you to— Because of what you're able to do. And I think you're doing really well, and please say you'll help. It's all here. All the stuff you need to know is in this folder. Except for a few Classified things that I need to locate, but that shouldn't be too hard."

—-

Meekly taking the spoon from Meryl, Megan listens to what Meryl has to say. Some of this she's already heard before because of Benjamin attempting to talk to her. Nothing specific, but the basic gist. Flipping the top off of her pint of ice cream, she takes small spoonfuls of the green and black dessert and kind of sucks on the spoon in thought. This is what Dr. Eames and Mohinder were talking about, with the people who were dangerous and used their powers for not good things. Eyeing the brown folder, the Scotswoman slowly lowers herself onto the couch and gently places the cold pint down next to her, sticking the spoon right in the middle of it. "How'm I s'posed to help? M'no' s'posed to leave here, really. And I dunna even know everything I can do." That's what she's been working with Mohinder for. It's not that she doesn't feel badly for what this man did to Meryl and her family…she just doesn't know how she fits into this whole thing yet. Other than the fact that she knows Meryl.

—-

Well, it's not a no, and Megan's not kicking her out of her room for even suggesting she help. This is good. "I've been an agent for almost twenty years, Meg," she says. "I do my job, I don't make many serious requests…" The outlandish ones, though… Those number in the millions by now. For example, can they go after the aliens who are no doubt buried somewhere in Roswell? Can they take a flag to the top of Mount Everest and claim the mountain in the name of pie? Those are ignored. But… "If I ask, if I have a reason, I think I can request you for the mission."

Then she gets to the 'why me.' It's a good question, but it's the basis of the whole reason on why Meryl wants Megan and Benjamin, instead of a couple people who can, say, throw fire around. "If I request this mission, It'll be quiet. You know, covert. Not sure I can be quiet, but— " She waves her hand. Beside the point! "Thing is, I don't like to hurt people. What you can do, Megan, is amazing. Do you know what you did the other day? You completely shoved me aside and took over, with no fanfare or fireworks, no electrical surges or burning down city blocks. It was quiet. I don't remember a thing." Standing, stepping across the room to resituate herself on the couch next to Megan, Meryl grins.

—-

Meryl's done a lot for Megan while she's been in captivity. And has even been the volunteer for her to work on her powers. It's something Scot is very grateful for. Of course she's going to hear the other woman out. That doesn't mean she's not hesitant, though. Even if she does, deep down, want to help. Not to mention the added bonus of being out of the building for more than a few supervised or just plain old tracked outings. After all that she's done to get this little bit of freedom, she doesn't want to just throw it all away. As for being quiet, though, Megan is quite adept at that. She's quiet, unassuming, and doesn't really like conflict if she can help it. "But I dunno if I can do tha' with someone who doesna wanna be pushed aside." And she's not sure if she wants to. "And even when I do, I still have problems walkng and talking at the same time."

—-

Meryl starts to reach out for Megan's hand, but remembers that it's the contact that'll trigger the power, and stops, hand still hovering in the air near Megan's. She's a tactile person. She hugs. She grabs people by the arm and drags them around. Likely, Meryl learned the hard way not to randomly touch this girl.

"You can work on it now, if you want. Whenever you want. You have control, you know more about what you're doing. You just have to ask." Finally, Meryl draws her hand back. "I want you on the team. But it's going to be dangerous, it's not just going to be a walk in the park. There could be Martians, mutant centipedes, or giant farm animals, I don't know. I picked you for a reason, and the other people… They're all perfect for what I want to do. The Company would love a man like Dorsey in their ranks. We get him out of the public, the Company gains an asset." And Megan… Well. Megan could gain a whole lot more freedom. But the idea isn't to buy Megan here. Still, that's something to think about. Plan goes well, and you're let out of your cage.

—-

While accidental contact doesn't always trigger Megan's ability, it's always a possibility. Mohinder has said that maybe some day in the future that wouldn't even be a problem any more. However, that future is not today. Her eyes focus on that outstretched hand for a moment, but she doesn't reach out to take it. This would be a most inconvenient time for her to fall unconscious. "Benjamin tried t'tolk t'me about it," she finally concedes. "Dunna like him much." Even if he's tried to apologize a few times. "I dinna know there were Martians in Australia." There's a bit of a frown. "But if he did all those things t'ye, why would the Company want him with them? He's dangerous. Should be in jail, shouldna he?"

—-

Who knows why Dorsey's still free? The Company must have a reason, and it's probably in those CLASSIFIED documents that are locked away on a password-protected file somewhere. Leaning back in her seat, Meryl makes a grab for her ice cream again. It's getting melty along the top, just the way she likes it. "Ben's odd," she says. "It was weird, though. Soon as he found out about this guy, he wanted to help. All these files — He found them, and I didn't even ask." Well, Meryl did sort of say YOU'RE HELPING, YAY! and run off before he could protest, but she wasn't looking over his shoulder when he was gathering this information. "He's a good guy. Even if you think it's his fault you're here - and it might be, I dunno - at least you aren't all on your own, aye? He cares about what happens t'you." Maybe she caught a little more of that story Ben told her than she let on. It takes awhile to fall asleep, after all.

"Is it better to have a sharpshooter with you, or against you?" she asks, regarding Dorsey. "For all I know, they want to bring him in, they just haven't had the time to assemble a team to do it."

—-

There's a bit of a blush and Megan scoops up her own melting pint of ice cream once she's reminded that she has it. Even though she knows that some people are aware of the story of how she was brought in, it doesn't mean she wants people she actually likes to know. It's kind of embarrassing. "Odd s'right. Or worse." That's said a bit grumbly, but she won't push the matter much further. She'll fight with Benjamin about it directly if she has to. "Maybe he says it. S'no' the same as it bein' true." It'll take her awhile and something extraordinary for her to forgive him. "Dunno anything about this place, really. Jus' doesna seem right t'want him on yer team if he's a bad guy." Thoughtfully, she mucnhes on some of the chocolate chips that are a part of her scoop. "Wouldna want a sharpshooter anywhere near me. For or against."

—-

Hopefully Megan can talk things through with Benjamin. "Look, think about it, talk to Benjamin, take as much time as you need. I put my email address and number in there." She gestures to the brown envelope. It's going to be hell not stopping by every five minutes to see if Megan's made a decision yet, but Meryl will manage. Somehow. "If y'think you can live with him on the team, at least consider it, okay? I really think you'd be awesome and totlly kick-ass and awesome. I said awesome already— Anyway, I have a job for you already if you want to do it." Meryl stands, shoving another spoonful of ice cream into her face. "I'll head off now. That copy of everything's for you. Just don't let anyone else see it, at least for now."

—-

Maybe. Or at least to a point where Megan doesn't want to shut a door in his face the moment she sees him. "Ll'try." For Meryl. And she'll look everything over. But, she's still a lawyer's clerk at heart and she wants to read all the fine print. As well as trying to be kick ass and awesome. Glancing over at the unopened envelope again, Megan takes another bite of ice cream, keeping the spoon in her mouth. Again, she just nods to indicate that she will think it over and that she won't let anyone see the file if she can help it. There's a lot to think over at once here. For once, the Scot doesn't stand up to see Meryl to the door like a polite woman would. But that's mostly because she's got her hands full.

A few hours later, Meryl will get short message on her phone. "Alright. M'in."

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