2007-09-14: Secret Agent Fail

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Summary: Gene and Peter prove that they completely fail at being secret agents. But at least they manage to talk to Evelyn, tell her what's going on, put a tracking device on her, and take her blood for study later. And yes, Peter really is making this all up as he goes.

Date It Happened: September 14th, 2007

Secret Agent Fail


Evelyn's Apartment

Pale from a nice bout of puking an hour or so ago, the interverted hero (or is it Hero) known as Gene moves down the street with a sigh. He decided to put away technology and 'hero'ing in an attempt to further his own life. This lasted less than a week, mostly due to Peter's intervention. Now he's put concerns of his Evolved gifts on hold so he can worry about someone ELSE'S Evolved gifts.

Dressed in a simple black long sleeved shirt and blue jeans, Gene moves down the sidewalk with R2-D2 behind him and Peter Petrelli beside him. After a bit of silence, Gene decides to let Peter know an important fact. "If I have to kill anyone today, you're explaining it to my grandfather," the geek points out before asking, "So, we close to the place yet?" Gene's car is a block or two down, parking in New York a pain as usual.

—-

"No one's killing anyone today," Peter shakes his head, not wanting to even think about the reasons why anyone would need to die today. He may know of the young man's medical condition, but there's just some things that. "You don't have to be here," he adds, having already explained the possible issue with meeting her now. They don't know for sure that they won't get in the middle of a Company raid— and this young man is the last person he wants to get involved in one of those. "If things get bad, I'll make sure you both get out— but I hope you have one of your helicopters or whatever nearby." Escape pod, or something equally geeky.

Anyway, leading the way up to the apartment, he pulls out his wallet, and a folded page of Hello Kitty notepaper and checks the address again. Not that he hasn't stared at it twenty times since he got it— buzzing the apartment, he waits a few minutes. Please, actually be home this time.

—-

There's a pause, after the button is pressed. A few seconds that, spent in waiting, probably feel like an eternity. The eternity required for Evelyn to unbury herself from the midst of textbooks and loose paper and scramble across the apartment in question to the intercom. And to give said device a wary look. She isn't expecting anyone…

"Hello?" comes the belated response to the buzz. Though there's only one word to it, the speaker is recognizably the Evelyn both unexpected guests know.

—-

As there is a wait for Evelyn's response, Gene arches a brow. "I have to pilot those directly, Peter. AI isn't my speciality at all," he replies with a meek smirk. "But don't worry, I'm a genius, I'll figure something out if I have to."

Then she actually responds.

Crap, he's supposed to talk. How NOT to sound creepy and get himself and Peter invited up to talk with her? Think Gene, think. Pressing the Talk button, the young inventor speaks, "Hey, Evelyn, it's Gene… You got a second? I kinda need to talk with you about something important. It won't take too long I promise." He looks back to Peter, giving small shrug, perhaps a nonverbal disclaimer if she decides now isn't a good time.

—-

"Glad one of us is," Peter admits, due to the fact that he's not a genius. After this, he looks both shocked and suddenly relieved that she answers the door, then glances towards the younger man that he brought along to make this a little less creepy. A guy you've met a few times sounds better than the guy who was locked in a hospital room with you— and then worked at a bookstore that you stopped into. Who's also much older— the last part which could lead to accusations of certain kinds of perversions. He nods, apparently approving with Gene's words, and hopes that it gets them allowed inside. With robot.

—-

Longer silence, this time. Silence for thought. Evelyn literally leans back, crosses her arms, and scowls at the intercom — not that the visitors can see this, of course. More's the pity. And those thoughts? Suspicious, as her tone reflects when she does speak. "How the heck did you get my address? We're not in the phonebook." But she is still talking.

—-

"Um…" Gene looks toward Peter and then back toward the intercom. Not a public speech by ANY stretch of the imagination, he does what most teens would do in a matter like this. Choke. "Um… well, you see… You gave it to a friend of mine who is currently trying to help with stuff." Stuff being saving the world. "Right now, he's my um…. bodyguard." A rather obvious lie, but Gene is totally going with whatever comes across. Still holding the button down, Gene glances up toward Peter. "…Um, I think the future me thought the past me knew Evelyn a lot better than the past me actually does."

If Destiny truly has fated Gene and Peter together, Destiny must have a really mean sense of humor.

—-

Um… "Gene. You're finger is still on the…" Button. Meaning she can still hear them. Meaning… oh hell. Peter steps forward, "Listen, Evelyn— you gave me your address and phone number and full name two years from now. I know it sounds crazy, but it's just as crazy as everything else that's been going on the last few months. The incident in East Village, the quarentine at the hospital— all of it." They're going to have the cops called on them, aren't they. Does R2 have a tap to police radios?

—-

Well. That answer requires some serious consideration. It certainly wasn't the one Evelyn expected. She steps back from the intercom, chewing idly on her lower lip as she thinks. Lips twitching as Gene obviously fails at intercom usage. But the incipient smile vanishes almost as it starts, wiped away by Peter's mention of East Village. The girl recognizes his voice, at least with mention of the quarantine to jog her memory. But… she never told him about that. Though Gene's still holding down the button on his end, it doesn't much matter; Evelyn makes no attempt to verbally reply. She just agonizes over the decision for a heartbeat — then gives in and pushes the other button. The one that opens the downstairs door.

—-

The door is buzzed open and Gene gives a sigh of relief. It looks like the biggest hurdle has been taken out. Or at least the one that Gene thought was the hardest. "Well, I guess you did it," Gene states after finally releasing the button. "Or I did it. We did it… It worked out, despite us being us. It's like the second Matrix movie, except without Monica Bellucci and and you're not in skintight black leather." That's right, Gene called dips on being Neo. Looks like you're stuck being Morpheus or Trinity, P-Diddy.

Moving inside the door, Gene pulls out his remote, merely having R2-D2 do the complicated lifting, extending, and lowering of his legs in order to get up stairs. It takes about two minutes. Maybe Gene should have just brought Arnie. "You think the You-Knows are around? After all, they might be waiting to see what's going on before doing whatever they do."

—-

Oh thank God. Peter actually leans against the wall next to the speaker for a moment, before grabbing the door and opening it. He'd be afraid they blew it right then and there— he's messed up so much this last week, he wouldn't be surprised if they ended up getting arrested. When he calls second Matrix movie, his eyebrow raises briefly. Normally he calls Neo, but for the moment, "In that case, I'm Morpheus and R2 can be Trinity," Or Evelyn can be Trinity— but we'll leave that one alone. Holding the Hello Kitty notepad, he checks the apartment number, and leads the way. "They could be waiting," he says with a flinch. At least they haven't already acted…" As far as he knows. It gives them some time, he hopes. Once they're at the right door, he knocks, letting the R2 unit catch up.

—-

"I take it you don't have a power to see if we are walking into a trap," Gene points out before the boy and his droid finally get into the building itself. Unless the elevator is out, the rest should be easy. "I would have build something to detect transmissions or cameras, but considering we are in an appartment building, there's not much to trace that could be used to tell if we are being watched. After all, not like most people with internet have webcams now. At least I can make sure that the radio traffic is clear." With that, Gene taps his ear plug, which trails down to a device that is in his pocket. It seems to be the size of an iPod.

—-

While they're making their way up to the apartment, Evelyn makes some effort at cleaning up the papers strewn about. The textbooks remain on the table, and the papers wind up in an inelegant pile next to them, but at least the couch is now clear. There's a pause after the knock and before the door is opened, but only the amount of time required for the girl to cross the room and reach it, disengaging the chain. She doesn't bother with staring at them through a half-opened door, just opens it and tilts her head in the direction of the room. "Come on in." In for a penny, in for a pound — and it's not like the door's going to save her if they have ill intentions.

Evelyn is dressed in her usual sort of clothes — dark blue t-shirt, black shorts. The living room is neat, but with that little bit of disarray that suggests it's well lived-in — well, that and the scholastic debris on the coffee table.

—-

"Sorry— If it is a trap I could probably get us out of here— but it wouldn't be very discrete." Invisibility, maybe. Flight, not so much. Peter nods at the tapping on the ear, grateful for whatever the young man happens to have rigged, and uses the elevator for the rest— but once the door is opened, he observes her quietly. He looks a little different than he had in the bookstore— hair a little longer. She looks different from the last time he saw her as well. It's more that she's… younger. Glancing around, he steps in first, so that Gene can get his robot inside. He moves a bit out of the way, to make additional room. "Hi— it's— I know our showing up is rather… sudden, but… um…" He pauses, then holds out the Hello Kitty notepad with her handwriting. Full name. Address. Phone number. "I know you could think I'm certifably crazy, but you gave me this. And I'm here to… try and help you. And I brought Gene because— you and him— you knew each other…" Though they apparently know each other better in a possibly obliterated timeline.

—-

The young inventor makes his way in, just nodding to Pete's claims that he could get the three out safely. Gene isn't totally convinced of that, but hopefully they won't have to find out. His eyes rest on Evelyn for a moment, but soon they shift as they look around as Peter speaks. "/We/ are trying to help," Gene adds as he looks back toward Evelyn. Seems like he's worried about her a bit in this timeline too. "I wouldn't have let him come if I didn't feel it was really important," he states with mild chagrin, figuring that soon it's gunna get to talk of powers and when he does… "Got any water, Evelyn?"

—-

Another notable difference between this Evelyn and the other — although she's decidedly suspicious of the pair and their intentions, there is no air movement in the room. Not, at least, aside from the hint of breeze that comes in through the windows. And all of those are open. Younger, her hair still shorn to chin-length, her violet contacts still in place. The girl takes the piece of paper from Peter, but Gene's question distracts her before she can really get to examining it. She nods to him, and turns towards the kitchen, waving at the table and its attendant furniture. "Go ahead and make yourselves comfortable." A glance at Peter. "…Peter?" She's not sure she has the name right, but runs with it anyway. "Do you want anything?"

—-

"Right— Peter. Peter Petrelli," he adds on, since they didn't technically exchange full names the first time. He moves a little deeper inside, a hint of a smile tugging on the corner of his mouth at Gene's words of assurance. They barely know each other, honestly— all three people in the room are odd aquaintances of sorts, but… here they are. "No, thank you. I'm fine. I'm just— a lot's happened." Time travel, and the like. But he does move to settle down. A sitting guest is less intimidating. There's a glance around the apartment. It seems pretty empty, but he does ask the question anyway, "Are we alone?"

—-

Gene merely takes the seat when it's offered. R2-D2 follows Gene and just pauses at his side like an oversized seeing eye dog. Realizing that he might have not given his own full name, he gives to Evelyn not to be outdone by Peter 'I have more powers than you do teeth' Petrelli. "My last name is Kensington!" Gene winces as he realizes he likely shoulda waited before saying that. After all, if some evil person pops out of the cabinet, they might be able to trace his facebook now or something.

—-

Evelyn vanishes into the kitchen, from which the sounds of her rummaging in a cupboard can be heard. Then stop. Quiet, then, despite Peter's question and Gene's statement. Extended quiet. Which is eventually broken by more sounds — a refrigerator opening and closing, to be precise — and then the reappearance of their teenage host. She sets the glass of water on the table in front of Gene, demeanor distracted and pensive. Evelyn glances down the hall, wanting to say there's someone else here… but in the end just shrugs. "Yeah. Mom won't get back for a while," she admits, taking an uneasy perch in a chair of her own. "So." The bit of paper is placed on the table, and violet eyes stare at Peter. He seems to be the one with answers — and, to be entirely honest, it's more difficult for her to suspect Gene. "Explain this." That pause in the kitchen, it might be guessed, was likely Evelyn studying the note.

—-

Well— at least he brought someone closer to her age along— someone she might actually know a little better than 'we were locked in a hospital room thinking we were going to die together.' Peter nods when she asks for an explaination, and he glances towards the windows. "I— assume you've figured out that there's… people… with special abilities that other people don't have. You… control the air. Aerokinesis— that's what my friend called it." In the future.

He glances towards the windows. There's a breeze, but nothing out of the ordinary, from either of them. "I have— another ability. I sort of— absorb the abilities of others, people that I meet. One person I met had the ability to stop time— and travel in it too. That's how I… met you… a third time— in the future." So to him, this is the fourth time they've met. There's a moment where he hesitates, then… from the window there's a slight increase in the breeze, which he tries to send towards her, and then he shuts it down the same way he did before— by using another ability he can control. This ability starts to make his eyes change— a green tint apparently when the light catches the right away.

—-

As Peter begins to show Evelyn his power and some of the nifty stuff he can do, Gene just listens carefully and watches. Hopefully she's take it in peacefully enough and without any women passing out. The only thing Gene says to the high scool girl is a simple 'Thank you' for the water he gets, merely drinking about half of it in rather short order.

The girl listens quietly, treating the matter as seriously as it is. She glances over her shoulder at the windows as the enhanced breeze flits through her hair, then returns her gaze to Peter, violet eyes narrowing. This Evelyn still lacks the sensitivity her future counterpart had developed, so she can't be certain — especially since her glance away means she misses the change in Peter's eyes — but coincidence only stretches so far. Especially when he knows things she's never told anyone. Yet.

—-

"'People'?" the girl echoes quietly. "I wouldn't go that far." That there were others? She had no confirmation. Until now, presumably. She could argue the demonstration… but there's no point. Gene's 'thank you' is met with a distracted nod as Evelyn settles back in her chair, folding her hands in her lap. Looking out the window, she remains quiet for a few moments, lips pressed into a line. "All right." Simple as that. Her gaze returns to Peter; her attention never really left him. "For sake of argument, let's accept that. Why are you here?"

—-

Well, there could be more of a demonstration of her ability, but then Peter might risk knocking people over. R2 would start beeping. It would be a whole big thing. So— better just to do the small demonstration. "Well— there are people. Not too many, but— people." He doesn't look at Gene, or indicate him in any way. That's his own confession— and while he's pretty sure the other man happens to be like them, it's less showy, and something he actually had to work for. Unlike him. Though he does need to work on control— which he's getting at.

There's a pause, and he glances towards Gene now, just for a moment. He's not sure how much Elena had told him. When he looks back at Evelyn, he speaks softly, seriously, "Last year— I almost destroyed half of New York." It's a weird way to start a conversation, he knows. "The day that my brother was elected to Congress, I went nuclear over the city. The time traveller that I met came from the future and gave me a clue to stop what was going to happen. I had to save someone— and it would somehow throw everything back into place— save New York— save the world. This time… I travelled forward. Two years. And…" A lot. There's a hint of concern in his eyes. It isn't easy to be told you could be responsible for the deaths of hundreds— thousands… "I have to help you. First of all… do you still have your… abilities? Have they disappeared yet?"

—-

The revelations may be weird, but Evelyn just listens, taking it all in. Her eyes narrow at Peter's concluding question. "…Disappeared?" the girl echoes. That would probably be a 'no'. She closes her eyes for a moment, and after that moment, a more noticeable breeze darts through the room. Undirected, it flits through the corners and riffles the papers on the table, as well as the hair of all three of the room's occupants. Then it fades away, leaving a few pages scattered on the floor. Evelyn sighs and, hooking her hair behind her ears, shakes her head. "Pretty sure they haven't," is her dry answer.

—-

There's some relief at the demonstration, not to mention the curl of hair on his forehead getting caught for an instant, before dropping back into place. "That's good. In then… in the future… you said that you lost your abilities for a while. It was in the fall or winter— colder months. So I was hoping we'd have time. It's good to see we do." Peter says, glancing towards Gene again. In some ways he still wants support of another on this, but… "You lost your abilities for a while— and when you got them back— you lost control of them. You— the other you— didn't know for sure what happened, but… you created a… tornado. In the city. A big one." This is why he explained his story first. He understands what it's like— more than most anyone could. "It hasn't happened yet— and I'm going to stop it. But that's why I'm here. We don't know what's going to cause you to lose your abilities— or why they're so hairtrigger afterwards— so uncontrollable. But if we can stop it… everything I saw two years from now changes."

—-

"A… tornado." Evelyn leans against the back of her chair, a frown gathering on her brow. "How is…" She promptly breaks off and shakes her head. "No, never mind." That it's possible, she can believe. Noticing that Gene's glass is empty, the teen stands and picks it up from the table, taking advantage of the possible distraction. "Excuse me a sec." Back into the kitchen, then — but no delays this time, and it isn't long before Evelyn returns, restoring the glass to its place. She doesn't sit back down, however. "And your solution?" the girl prompts of Peter, a flicker of apprehension in her violet eyes. Even she can arrive at the easy conclusion — but why should they have bothered with the talking and explanations? Besides, it doesn't seem Gene's style — and so, there is only a passing flicker.

—-

"This… is actually why I'm here today instead— I was going to wait a little longer, maybe establish some communication over phones or… something." Peter flinches. Honestly he hadn't quite decided how to approach her. This whole meeting has been winged for the most part, on both their parts. Morpheus and Neo both. They've obviously got little idea what they're doing. "Whatever causes you to lose your ability— I think— I don't know for sure— but I think someone might be behind it. That they might have engineered events to cause the tornado. There were some people behind the… people knew I was going to blow up, and they might have had a hand in making it happen. I'm thinking what would happen to you is involved there— and… someone— some people actually— found out about what you can do. I don't think they're the ones who do this, but they might… take matters a little less… gently than I will."

Promises made to someone in the future— and convictions that he has otherwise. "It's my fault. I should have been more controlling over who knew about you— someone thought they were helping and…" They weren't. "Now I'm not just trying to protect you from… whoever might turn you into a tornado. But I also want to protect you from some people who might take drastic measures in order to stop it." The problem is, it doesn't sound like he knows how to do this.

—-

Or… something. Tilting her head, she studies Peter as he speaks, and in the end offers a quiet sigh. "So, you don't really have a clue." Marvelous. Evelyn rubs her forehead, thinking for a while. Chewing on the statements; trying to pick out the most important points.

After a while, she peers between her fingers at Peter. "Oookay… Let me see if I have this straight." The teen pauses a moment, glancing about the room as she collects her thoughts. "Someone somehow messes with my ability, which results in me creating a tornado two years from now that demolishes the city. Someone also might, I don't know, kill me " Counts as a 'drastic measure', right? " in order to keep that from happening. You're not being really clear who's in what camp, or even if the camps really are separate. "Some people' is awfully non-specific."

A thin, dry smile. "Or you could be making it all up as you go, but I guess I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. It's not like I'm out of trouble either way." Either there's really people out to get her… or her two guests have something nefarious planned. And have done their homework. Lose-lose, that. "…Lovely." She doesn't hover waiting for Peter's confirmation that she understands correctly; instead, the teen tucks her hands in her pockets and begins to idly pace, drawing her lower lip between her teeth. Pondering the issue.

—-

"I have a clue— I just don't know what to do." Does that make sense? Peter's not sure it does. He doesn't feel great about this either. But he does nod at her deduction. Someone will mess with her ability. Tornado. Demolished city. Someone could kill her. Yes, it's all correct. None of it liked. "I know the people who found out about you. They— after I nearly blew up the city they locked me up for a few months. It's possible that's what they'd do to you— but there's also… yes. The possibility that they'd take more drastic measures." Which is definitely not an option for him. He'd allow someone else to kill HIM if he was set to destroy the city— but when it's someone else he'll find an alternative.

"I'm not making it up. But I have very little in the way of proof… That piece of notebook paper is about it. She said you would recognize your own handwriting. She wanted me to stop this— you wanted me to stop this. And you…" He looks towards Gene now. "You wanted me to stop this without hurting her. Because the two of you know each other better in the future." But— he won't say how.

He looks back at her now. "I don't know what the best course of action would be. I don't want them to kidnap you, or take you away from your family. But they know your name, it's just a matter of time before they find out where you live." And this is where he needs a genius to give him a really good idea. If not… "If we can't come up with someone else— we might have to take you away from here…" Which means doing exactly what he doesn't want THEM to do.

—-

"Whatever we do, contact is key. We stay connected, we watch each others' backs. It's what brought cave men together, I figure it'll work for us too." Gene was silent for awhile, but with the second glass of water emptied, he figures it is the time to speak. "As my friend, Mr. Petrelli has said, we don't know what causes the tornado, though your future self clearly had a role to play. When I heard that you were involved and Peter wanted to talk with you, I figured I needed to come along, make sure you were okay." Gene, master of evasion doesn't even discuss Pete's mentioning of 'knowing each other better'. While normal Gene would love to find out if he gets a kiss, Crisis Gene has come. Crisis Gene doesn't think about trival things, only about 'the right thing'.

Moving into the room, Gene rubs his head. He's still feeling a little out of it from his previous time kneeling at the alter of porcelain. "Whatever choice we make here tonight, we wanted you to know the facts. Regardless of what you decide, we are here to help you the best that we can. I know that it's a lot to swallow, to be honest, I'm not sure I trust Peter myself." Gene gives a meek smile at that. Yeah, he just said that. "But if he is right, then I know I'd regret it everyday of my life if I let something that bad happen to a friend or if I didn't do my part to protect innocent lives."

—-

Pausing as Gene speaks and directing her attention to him, Evelyn nods. She doesn't touch the 'knowing each other better' statement either, quickly deciding she doesn't need to know. Let's not overcomplicate the already-complicated issue, here. At the mention of 'trust', the teen shrugs one shoulder, only to nod again once Gene concludes. "'Trust'… isn't entirely an issue," she points out. "Something's up. That's clear enough. Pretending it isn't probably won't do anyone any good." Least of all herself. So she'll go along, at least for now.

Evelyn soon turns her focus back to Peter. "You said the storm was after my ability came back." It's not really a question. "So to stop the storm…" She pauses, checking over her statements before she makes them. Everything seems sound. "…it seems like we can either stop my ability from disappearing in the first place — or make it stay lost." That doesn't really seem to bother the teen much. "That still leaves the question of what happens to it, though." A puzzle.

—-

"That's what I was told, yeah," Peter agrees, with some thoughts about that. "If they can do this to you— assuming it's a person behind it— if they can do this to you and make you a hundred times more destructive afterwards… then they could do this to a lot of people. If we just keep them from getting you, they could turn their attention elsewhere and get the same results. A earthquake instead of a tornado— a firestorm— a… nuclear bomb. The results would be the same— so we do have to find out what's behind it… Because people who manufacture something like that… wouldn't stop with one failure. Not when they have a couple dozen people to choose from here." And he's actually limiting those dozen people, too. Could be a couple hundred for all he knows…

"Or it could be an accident. There's a… one incident of someone losing their ability for a while. I'm pretty sure he had some kind of virus, a disease, that sealed his abilities away. But he wasn't more destructive when he got them back. So I'm not sure if that's the same kind of thing or not." There's a pause, and he tries to think a little. "There's also pills that suppress these abilities. But if you've been on them, you'd know it. And she— the other you— said she hadn't been sick, or taking any pills either… So it might be something else."

—-

There is a long pause as Gene considers the choices. He just moves against the wall, leaning against it. As Evelyn decides to trust, the young man merely gives a nod of the head. This is as informative for himself as it is for Evelyn, so he is in little mood to disrupt the learning process about the 'bad people' or the stuff that can and has happened with the Evolved. His gaze is more to Evelyn than to Peter as the pair of them speak, clearly gauging her reaction to all of this.

—-

Glancing sidelong at Gene as he moves, Evelyn nods again to Peter. "Yeah. They could." She falls quiet again as he continues, listening intently. "No pills, no," the girl confirms, shaking her head. "And I'll remember to stay away from them. But a virus?" That's a possibility. The girl frowns, considering. "You don't know anything else about it? I mean… there's viruses and then there's viruses. If it was, like, a cold or something — maybe she wouldn't have noticed." Another shrug. "Half the time, I don't realize I have a cold until after it clears up."

—-

"I don't know what the symptoms are, but… one of my friends had a theory that— Sinai. That night that we first met when the locked it down and shoved us all in a room together," Peter's hesitating, because it could mean they've already been exposed to something, even if they'd been cleared before they could leave. He keeps his eyes on Evelyn, focusing on her for the moment. "There's pretty good evidence that they lied about it being a hanta virus. That it'd been something else entirely— But from the symptoms they described, you would have noticed. Unless it's… another strain of it."

—-

Still silent, Gene merely reaches into his pocket, pulling out a remote. Putting a button on it, the droid still by the table gets a few beeps before coming back to be by Gene's side. Tucking the remote back into his pocket, he continues to listen. Silent just as before, but for those that know Gene, it's far from something new.

—-

Evelyn, too, falls silent after Peter's words, thinking them over. She looks down at her hands, then over to one of the windows. Not that the building across the street is much of a view, but she isn't really seeing it anyway. "That… I guess it's the most likely event, right now. Unless I haven't caught it yet. If it is a virus." Keep all options open. Violet eyes flick back to Peter. "But then anyone who was there… if they're… whatever…" Not Good.

—-

"Well— the best way to do this would be to run our own tests— take blood back to a lab," Peter says, looking towards Gene for a moment. "I used to be a nurse, and I know a clinic I could take the blood to, if you'd let me take some." There's another pause, he glances down towards the table. "There's still the issue of the people who know about you. Maybe…" He trails off, trying to think of ways to protect her, keep communication open, even if things turn out bad. Then he remembers a certain watch someone has, "Maybe Gene can give you something— an emergency… contactor? That would contact us if they try and take you away?"

—-

Personally, Gene isn't one for blaming a virus. He thinks it's something else? He doesn't slam down the idea though, a firm believer of the scientific theory. Hopefully, regardless the cause, they'll figure it out BEFORE the winds start tearing skyscrapers apart. Pressing a button on the remote in his pocket a small panel opens on R2-D2. Gene bends down to get it.

"I've made this once before and I've made a second. This is a GPS tracker. It doubles as a watch, but it's primary function is serving as an emergency beacon if you get into trouble. I've made a couple of these for other people, but I figured you needed one before anyone else." And with that, Gene moves to hand Evelyn a Hello Kitty watch, shaped like Kitty's head. It's bulky and the LCD showing the time is custom. It likely had a Hello Kitty virtual pet game on it before Gene took it apart and remade it. In his hand is also a rubber cylinder, appearing to be a little larger than an adult big toe, but he hasn't explained that one yet. Gene did say that contact was key… And he rarely offers an idea if he doesn't already have a plan to do with it.

—-

At that, Evelyn eyes Peter sidelong. Blood and needles, huh? …Well, at least they aren't in an itty-bitty quarantine room. She nods, before turning her attention to Gene. The watch is given a dubious look — mostly because Hello Kitty isn't really to the teen's taste. But she does take it, holding the gadget in the palm of her hand. "As long as I don't have to wear it. Eleanor would never let me hear the end of it." And then there's the question of whether or not Evelyn really wants these people to be able to track her. But that can wait.

—-

What is it with Evelyn and Hello Kitty being forced upon her? First the notepad for her to scribble her name, address and phonenumber to, and now the watch. Peter can't help but smile, especially when she seems to disapprove of the choice of items. "The Hello Kitty pad belonged to Elena in the future," he adds to Gene, before he looks at his hand and tries to consentrate. Nothing happens.

—-

"Well, the idea is that-" Gene pauses his words toward Evelyn as he looks over toward Peter. "Thanks for telling me that AFTER I'VE MADE THE WATCH." Well, looks like Gene dating in this timeline has just gotten shot down. Rubbing the back of his head, Gene points out, "If you give me the watch and what you want it to look like, I can likely make it in my lab… But wearing it IS important. After all, the idea is that you always have a method of summoning help if needed."

—-

Evelyn grins at Gene's outburst, managing not to giggle. Barely. Mostly with a lot of lip-biting. "Well, I can keep it in a pocket. Or in my bag, which pretty much goes everywhere. Or even in a shoe." But she already has a watch. And it's… simple and dark. "But if it's intended to 'summon help', I assume there's more than just a GPS tracker in it?" Details would be helpful.

—-

There's a laugh from Peter, that he doesn't even try to contain as much as he should. "Sorry. I wasn't aware you'd be making a watch based on that." He's still smiling, even as he looks at his hand again. Man, this isn't happening very fast at all, but Gene has to explain how it works anyway, so this gives him some time.

—-

The inventor glances over toward Peter, who seems to be staring at his hand. Maybe he's trying to use some power. Or maybe it's just evidence that Peter is 'touched'. After all, he read something in the Internet news awhile ago about Nathan's brother having mental issues. He didn't there was truth to it, but maybe with the stress of the powers or other unseen factors, Peter could be…

Shaking his head, Gene focuses on the matter at hand. "Either way, it's a GPS tracker, putting out a pretty strong signal. Because of that, you need to manually turn it on. It will give out a signal I'll be able to trace remotely. If you feel you are in serious danger, turn it on as soon as possible. Even if one of my friends can't get to you like Peter here, I'll have ways of getting help to you. The reason why I wanted it on your wrist is in case you needed swift access to it." Gene pushes off the wall. "Let's say that someone went up behind you and was trying to give you the old chloroform on the rag trip. They get up on you and you have a few seconds before you KO. Getting something out of your shoe really isn't feasible." Talking about the worst case scenerios isn't a pleasant conversation, but it's clear Gene always prescribes to the saying 'Better safe than sorry'.

—-

Evelyn smiles crookedly at Gene. "If I've only got a few seconds, you think I'm going to remember the watch?" Possible, yes. Probable? She really has no idea. "Plus, I'd have to be able to reach it with my other hand. That could be a problem, since, if they've got chloroform over my face, they've probably got one of my hands too." See why she can't wear it?

—-

Finally, while Peter's looking at his hand… a kit appears there. It's long and thin. He sets it down on the table and starts to pull a few things out. Alcohol wipes, there's a needle in a plastic sealed container, and a vial for blood. Blood taking doesn't require too much. All he needs is… "Do you have something I can tie around your arm?" No, not crazy.

—-

"Trust me, you'll keep it on you, it'll be a visual reminder that you have it with you and what you need to do to turn it on. Provided you have a couple of weeks before you need it, should be enough time for it to be second nature to you-" Gene pauses as the kit suddenly appears out of no where. He doesn't say anything, a small frown on his face. Well, if they are being freakish tonight, might as well go all out. What's the worst that can happen? Besides being thrown in jail, of course.

—-

Evelyn seems to regard Gene's logic as dubious in value. But she doesn't argue the point. Not when Peter now has needle and all in hand. "Sure," the teen replies. She's familiar enough with the procedure not to be surprised by his request. "Just a sec." The teen disappears down the hall; returns shortly afterwards with a shoelace in hand. Easiest thing to find, really. "Will this work?"

—-

"That works great," Peter says, prepping everything, but leaving the sanitary cap for the moment. He sets it back down on the table, gesturing her to sit down. "Just hold out your arm. I've done this fairly often, so… I'll try to make sure it doesn't hurt or anything." With the shoelace, he ties a slipknot around her arm and pulls it firm for the moment, the wipes the inside of her elbow down with the alcohol wipe. Then it'll pretty much be done when he sticks her. Most everyone has been through this a bunch of times, so it's nothing new. He'll even have a cotton ball to press into her elbow when he's done and the shoelace is loosened.

—-

"Now I know how Jack Bauer feels like," the genius offers to his personal droid. For the time being, he goes to the wall, leaning against it once more. Idly he checks the area, merely taking in the surroundings, looking for family pictures or anything else that might catch his attention.

—-

Sitting down and holding out her arm as instructed, Evelyn watches the procedure with mild interest. She doesn't even notice Gene being politely nosy. There are family pictures on one shelf, if not very many — one of Evelyn and both parents, the other sans her father. There are far more trinkets on the shelves — wooden boxes, figurines, glass objects, even rocks.

—-

With the needle removed, and the cottonball left to her, Peter seals the vial up, wraps a sticker around it that he's supposed to write on, and puts it in the case. The needle is left in there as well, to be disposed of in a sharps container later. The rest… he stuffs in his pocket. No need to leave something for her parents to get worried about here. "Thanks. I'll take this by the clinic. Even if there's nothing to find, it'll give us a baseline." In case she loses her abilities later on.

—-

Peering a bit at the rocks, as if trying to decode their value, Gene is silent as the grave. His entrancement is swiftly broken as Peter finishes his work. "Well, glad that's dealt with. I suppose with the info and watch given and the blood taken, that's pretty much all we needed to do on our end," Gene states with a weak smile, perhaps not wanting the two men and the robot to overstay their welcome. "You have any questions for us?"

—-

Their value is, perhaps unfortunately for Gene, purely personal and sentimental. Evelyn nods to Peter, and then looks over at the other teenager. "I… don't think I could come up with any now, even if I had them," she replies with a rueful smile. Even if she seems to be taking everything rather calmly… "It's… a lot to think about."

—-

There's one last thing he needs to do… Peter reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. Not for the Hello Kitty piece of paper, but this time for a card. Blank card, with his name, phone number and address. "I know that the watch'll be a better emergency percaution anyway, but… if you need anything you can call me, or stop by. Or you know where I work, too. I have your phone number still— so if we find anything we can call you and let you know." But otherwise… "I'd like to offer you more than that, but keeping your freedom is important to me. I just want to help you…" Not force her into a cell and pump her full of drugs.

—-

"You already have my info," Gene points as he makes his way toward the door. He would offer how he is around to help, but Pete already did that. Saying it a second time would just be dork. "Here for whatever you need. Have a good evening, Evelyn." With a weak smile and a wave, Gene makes his way toward the door. "Artoo, follow mode."

The droid gives a 'beeeeewwwwoooo' before following the young man to the door.

—-

Evelyn takes the card, and nods to Peter. "Thanks." She gives him a thoughtful look at his conclusion, and settles for nodding again. Gene gets a smile. "You, too, Gene. Take care."

—-

With the kit picked up — apparently he can't just send it back, Peter moves to follow Gene out the door, glancing back with a hint of a frown, before he says, "Take care and good luck." He'll do anything that he can live with to stop the bad future from happening. Live with is the key.

—-

Closing the door behind her erstwhile guests, Evelyn stares at it for a while after they've gone. Then she looks down at the watch in her hand, running her thumb across the face. This… is just going to be a world of trouble, isn't it?

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