2007-08-18: DF: S O R R V and EMO Pancakes

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Summary: It's Breakfast time at the Saints again. This time Peter has a lot to make up for. There's EMO pancakes. And SORRV. And gilded breakfast.

Dark Future Date: August 18, 2009

S O R R V And EMO Pancakes

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Basement Levels, Phoenix Rising Penthouses

It's morning. There's the smell of food. Cooked potatoes, sausages, bacon, breakfast ham, eggs, pancakes and waffles… It's like someone decided to break out everything they could possibly cook in one kitchen and did it. All on their own. And that chef isn't Eric's five star cook… it's Peter Petrelli. Shouldn't he have left? Apparently not. Dressed in the same clothes as he'd worn the night before, he hasn't had time to change, apparently. But he does have an apron, and there's some food residue clinging to it. Save the cook, save the world?

One of the batches of waffles on the counter— isn't edible from the looks of it. It, the syrup and the butter lump, and the plate, have been turned to gold.

Bending over one of the chairs at the table (the one Trina frequented), he's applying ketchup to a plate of hashbrowns, writing out a S O R R Y across it. Next to it, there's a stack of pancakes, with a frowny face added on in chocolate chips and whipped cream. And coffee. Always has fresh coffee.

—-

Trina is slow to arrive to breakfast. Hesitant to even leave her room, she eventually makes an appearance. She's in the tell-tale sweat pants, bare feet, and wrinkled tank top that betray that she hasn't even bothered getting dressed. Her dark hair is a sloppy pile tied on itself; she really didn't have the motivation to brush it, either. Way she figures, people can just deal with it. If she wants to look a wreck, that's really her business.

When she steps through the door, however, Trina stops short. Oh, boy. Peter. She should have *known*. Breakfast smells good. She should have KNOWN that it meant Peter was in here. Fight or flight kicks in, and the young woman decides that the latter is the better part of valor. It'd be a shame to watch perfectly good food hit the wall because of another fight. Moreover, Trina really just doesn't want to fight. Her voice is quiet and unassuming. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were in here." With that, the mechanic promptly moves to excuse herself.

—-

Okay. It was GOING to be S O R R Y. But it ends up looking more like S O R R V because he doesn't get to finish when Trina enters. And promptly backs out. "Wait!" Peter calls out, putting down the ketchup bottle and hurrying towards the door she's trying to exit. "Don't leave— I'm sorry I got mad. This— look— I'm cooking an apology breakfast. I made a special one just for you, please, just— you don't have to leave." There's some worry and panic in his eyes. He knows he has a lot to make up for to those two who were there for his tantrum. And he might get in trouble after he eventually goes to find Jack, but… for now, he wants to make it up to her. "It's okay that you didn't tell me. Really— I'm sorry."

—-

Gooooooood morning, Saints. Bright and chipper as always is Lachlan, who bounces into the kitchen dressed for success and ready to take on the day.

If by 'bright and chipper' one means 'bleary-eyed and grumbly', and by 'bounces' one means 'limp-shuffles', and by 'dressed for success' one means 'in rumpled boxers', and by 'ready to take on the day' one means 'fuck this, I'm going back to bed'.

Lachlan did not sleep well last night, because Cass did not sleep well. Nightmares were to be had, which made sleep a bit of a bear to get, plus the fact that Abby is still working on that whole 'sleep through the night' thing. So between his fiancee and his baby, the Scot just wasn't going to get any rest last night. He doesn't seem to care that he's walked in on some sort of awkward situation. There is just one thing on his mind right now: coffee. Pushing past Trina and Peter at the door, he makes right for the pot without so much as a 'excuse me' or a 'hello'.

—-

Trina stops short. Why? Because there is now a Peter in her way. The strange juxtaposition is not lost on her. Her eyes narrow, but there is no hostility in the action. Rather, it's confusion. Her lips set into a fine, thin line for a moment; she's thinking. Another reason that she isn't in line to lead this operation? Sometimes thinking takes a few moments. The wheels are turning, however, and she's processing the words coming out of Peter's mouth. After everything that was said and done, she finally decides that she has no earthly clue what could cause him to change his mind. And even if his mind has or hasn't changed, she can't wrap her mind around what could ever prompt him to *apologize*. "Why?"

When Lachlan pushes past, the brunette is easily moved aside but still remains within a few easy strides of the door. She of all people can understand the amazingly powerful call of the coffee pot. Trina will not judge this day. HI TO YOU, TOO, LACHLAN.

—-

"Because I was wrong— I shouldn't have reacted like that, you were right, and I'm…" Oh, hi Lachlan. Peter looks towards the older man as he wanders towards coffee pot, there's more than enough for a few people— and it's not fancy flavored. Just coffee. There's cream and sugar nearby, though. Looking back at Trina, he doesn't try to manhandle her, and in fact now moves away from the door and back to the table, "I made you hashbrowns and pancakes— There's also sausage, bacon, breakfast ham, waffles, eggs, toast, raisin toast… and I can make French toast if you want. Please— just— I'm staying— I'm here— and I'm sorry for what I said last night— and for making you feel bad."

There's a pause and he picks up the coffee mug he'd prepared just for her. "And there's coffee too?" Forgive please?

—-

Speaking of coffee, Lachlan's pouring himself some. No cream or sugar or anything silly like that, just coffee. Once he's got his cup, he starts to take a sip from it, not bothering to check the temperature. He pays the price: there's a yelp of pain and a swear. Bloody hot coffee. Then, turning around, he squints at the other two people in the room as though noticing their presence for the first time. Trina and Peter. Peter and Trina. Apologizing. Things. Awkward. Does not compute.

"… Peter, ye been boffin' Jack's girl 'r somethin'?" Obviously that's the only reason there'd be awkward apologizing, right?

—-

Holy fuck.

Trina very slowly turns to look at what Peter's got laid out on the table. The gesture is so touching. Particularly to her stomach. Her stomach was convinced that sorry was never really needed. Why? Because it's FOOD and it smells GOOD and it HUNGERS. Her eyes loosen their bewildered slits, and her head shakes softly. "I… It's okay, Peter." A hand lifts, palm open and gesturing to the table. "You didn't need to do this. I mean, thank you. Thank you. But—"

Then Lachlan talks. Trina turns her gaze towards the new guest with eyes narrowing once more. This time, there is agitation clearly displayed. She does a lot of things wrong. She's done more than her fair share, probably. But she has never, EVER given anyone any reason to think that she's been up to such naughtiness. …Except Ali, maybe, who saw the whole thing with the auto parts distributor the once, which did look suspicious, outcomes aside. But surely Ali understood that nothing was EVER GOING TO ACTUALLY HAPPEN and didn't blab about that. Maybe. The Voice may have to die today. Then one eye loosens, making it so that her eyes are open at very different widths. An eyebrow flicks above the wider of the two before she manages a reply. "Excuse me?"

—-

"You— don't have to thank me," Peter says, setting the coffee mug back down, and shifting where he stands. Yes, to the unknowing eye, this could look like some kind of awkward one night stand. Of course, it's not. But hey, Lachlan's brain is always on the sex, isn't it? The smile that had started to form (she forgave him!) vanishes into shock at the words of the Scot.

What!?

"No," he says in the clearest way possible. Not so defensive that it sounds like he's disgusted at the very idea (he likes Trina, and she's sweet, but she is dating someone else and… yeah. There's OTHER THINGS).

"I broke the television last night and upset her. I'm apologizing for it. That's it." But— despite his firm voice, there's a blush. Why is there a blush? No reason at all.

Walking over to the counter, he picks up the second set of pancakes that's been decorated, this one with a smile face, and the golden plate of waffles. "This one's for Cass," he instructs, "And this is for Eric— to pay for the television and the bookshelf."

—-

GRRRRR.
Arrrggghhhhh.

Remember that cartoon zombie that used to jerk across the Buffy/Angel Credits after every episode? That's what a familiar voice sounds like somewhere out the hall. Quick. Someone prepare the coffee so she won't eat your brains. The smell of food, as usual, gravitates the young Gomez to the kitchen, her predominantly dark eyes clouded with sleep - they're not even completely open. Her dark hair is loose and free, tousled and tangled around her face.

She's clad in the spent, wrinkled tanktop she had been wearing yesterday, though thankfully she isn't wearing those uncomfortable jeans. Someone took it off her and her boots while she was sleeping. And considering she's literally just rolled out of bed, all she's got on aside from the top is a pair of simple, modest cotton boyshorts. Much like Lachlan, she shuffles past Trina and Peter, blergheling something that sounds like an unusually happy (if not somewhat garbled) good morning, and groping half-blindly for the breakfast counter. So. Tired.

"Lachlrgfdobrjhfcffee…" she gurgles. Lachlan. Don't drink all the coffee. And out of everyone in the room, the Scotsman is probably the only one who understood that considering he talks to animals, and Elena at the present had the brain of a drunken cuddlemonkey. She gets on one of the high chairs at the breakfast counter, pillows her head in her arms……and stays there. Like an ostrich.

—-

… okay, so Peter and Trina broke a television last night while they were having a wild, passionate encounter, and now Peter is apologizing for it. Lachlan just stares at the two in a haze of grogginess that makes it difficult to tell if he's even buying it. He probably is, otherwise he'd be beating in Peter's face on Jack's behalf. But Peter's blushing, so the Scot has to live it up for all it's worth. "Well, next time, dunna be bouncin' 'round the bloody room. Couch's just fine fer things like tha'." Mm-hmm.

Lachlan peers at the pancakes when they're presented to him, then grunts, "Think Cass 's down there feedin' Abby." And as for Elena, he glances at her and then jerks his head toward the pot. "S'plen'y." Yes, he understood that. Among other things, Lachlan is fluent in It's-Too-Damn-Early-To-Be-Conscious-ese.

—-

"Gawdamnit, Lachlan, we didn't do nothin'." Trina's sigh is an exasperated one, but she knows better than to take it personally. Jack has warned her repeatedly that this is just what Lachlan does. If there is any possible way to inject sex and penises into an equation, Lachlan will DO IT. That's why she just closes her eyes, shakes her head, and then moves on. Just talk to Peter. He's rational. Focus. "For what it's worth, Peter, I'm glad you're staying." She pauses, and then shoots a glare in Lachlan's direction. "And not because we're fuckin' in the livin' room, so not. one. word."

—-

…damn you Lachlan.

When the zombie enters the room, Peter's blush is still firmly on his cheeks, and isn't really disappearing yet. Even as she wanders that way to the counter. He may not understand exactly what she said, but he gets the basic idea. She wants her damn coffee. There's something in his glance, though, as if he's disappointed. There's a whole tray of food that's been arranged. A LOT of food. As if it'd been ready to travel. He can only shake his head at Lachlan. He can't even be mad with cute Zombie Elena present. Instead… he focuses on Trina. "I'm glad I'm staying for now, too." He says, but then… "I need to go. Everything's pretty much done. There should be more than enough for five people— that tray there is for Elena." And believe it or not, that's half the food right there. "There's something I need to take care of— I'll be back soon."

—-

It's past eight in the morning. This is sleeping in for Elena. She flashes Lachlan a thumbs-up from where she's ostriched on the breakfast counter. But while she stays there, she slowly slides off the high chair. Her head's clearing a little bit, Peter's saying something about Elena + Food + There. Meaning it's within range. So…blindly, she gropes for one of the golden waffles left for Eric, and bites on it.

"………." She lifts her head to stare at it. "…wha…?"

Oh.

She blinks sleepily at Peter when he says he's leaving. "Be careful," she tells him sleepily, and then, she'll put the golden waffle back on the plate and grab a plateful of eggs with cheddar.

—-

Breakfast? The siren smell is enough to bring about zombies and people who should be dead to the world as well as mothers and babies. Unwilling to leave Abigail behind in her bassinet, or really, leave the girl alone for very long, she's brought her along. After Lachlan didn't immediately come back downstairs with food or coffee or anything of the like, the newly rescued Cass appears cradling Abigail in her arms. While Lachlan looks a little dead to the world, she just looks tired. She didn't sleep very well, if at all, but that's not stopping her from being social. At least a little.

—-

Lachlan raises his hands defensively at Trina's barrage of 'YOU JACKASS', the coffee mug held aloft in one while the other spreads open. "A'righ', a'righ'." When Peter expresses his desire to leave (and then does so), the Scot offers him a nod. "Take care o' yerself." And then, once he's gone, Lachlan refills his mug and sets about acquiring some breakfast for himself and Cass — which becomes a moot point when said woman arrives with baby in-hand. "Hey, baby," he greets in a bit more awake voice. "Si'down, got some breakfast fer ye." Obviously he didn't make it, but oh well. He slides the pancakes with the smiley faces onto the counter at an empty spot for Cass, then sets his mug of coffee next to it and goes about pouring himself another. "So Trina. Heard ye guys've got the President locked up somewhere."

—-

It seems like the kitchen is the place to be this morning. However, its Eric that comes wobbling in after Cass. He looks tired, like he hasn't slept more than an hour or two. A briefcase is tucked under his arm as he struggles in, covering a yawn with his hand. He's dressed in a very very rumpled business suit, sans jacket and just blinks slightly as he notes everyone there.

He blinks owlishly before pointing towards the counter. "…coffee?" There is such a childlike note of hopefulness in his voice it can't all be forced. He blinks slightly then before he glances around the place again. "…and why is it so…oh, hi Cass!" A smile towards her, and then a half wave towards Lachlan. Arrghble. Too many people. Let him get his wits first!

—-

Too many people… but at least there's one less since Peter took a pause to tell Elena, "I'll be careful," in a soft voice, before he sneaks out the door. It's a good thing he did that quickly, too. Because baby may have made him pause.

—-

"Hey." Sleepily, Cass slides into a seat by Lachlan and blinks at the smiley-face pancakes that are pushed in front of her. "I…why are my pancakes smiling at me? Are—are they happy they're going to be eaten? It seems kind of disturbing." Tired and not completely awake yet, food that is happy about it's demise is a little too much to take for the moment. Coffee every once in awhile is not a problem for her, though she still doesn't drink it very often, so she just switches Abigail to the other shoulder - careful to cradle her head, and takes a slow grateful sip. Oh, she missed actual food. What Lachlan /then/ has to say is something that narrows her eyes. "Lachlan, don't." A confrontation between the President and Lachlan /isn't/ something she wants to see happen.

—-

OOH. BABY. She never gets to see the baby. Whatever it is that Peter is saying — something that would normally make Trina somewhat suspicious — is entirely lost as Cass walks into the room. BABY. The mechanic's arms stretch out with a nearly maniacally gleeful smile. GIMME BABY? "Here! I can hold her while you eat. I promise I'll give her right back after you're done." OMG PLZ. Pleeeeeeeease?! Blue eyes are pleading. And then Lachlan keeps talking. For a second, Trina looks like a deer in headlights as she stares at him. OH, LOOK, BABY. Her eyes snap back to Cass and her arms bounce emphatically. GIVE ME THE BABY. SHE NOW SERVES TWO PURPOSES: CUTE AND NOT HAVING TO ANSWER LACHLAN.

The pancakes frownyface. :<

—-

"Eric," Elena says in a zombified tone. And then, she pushes him his golden plate of waffles. "Think these're for you…" Because it's shiny. And when it comes to shinies, Eric's got a handle on it. Unless the shiny is a new gun, in which case it's probably Jack's. Cass gets a smile - though it dampens a little bit as she looks at the older woman's face. The baby distracts her though. She sleepy-cooes at Abby when she realizes that Mommy brought her in to say hi to the crazy people. And then, after a mouthful of scrabbled eggs and cheddar, she slides off the chair to get some coffee for herself, Trina, and Eric. ERIC YOU BETTER NOT EAT HER EGGS. And when Trina….wibbles at the baby leaving HER to answer the question, she wobbles over with a cup of coffee for Eric, Trina, and herself. "Jack has him," she says sleepily. "We're not 'llowed to even look at 'im unless he says yes." And so Elena does the tried and true method wielded indiscriminately by ALL MID-MANAGEMENT EMPLOYEES EVERYWHERE… blame the boss.

—-

Eric dosn't even get a smile, ah well. Its morning and he is very very hungry. So he'll slip right past Lach and Cass, just grin at the bouncing Trina and shakes his head slightly. Ignore Lachlan's attempt as being subtle and make is way over to grab a big cup of coffee. Mmmm. That should help alot. Yes. Is good coffee.

At the sound of his name however his head turns towards Elena. "Mornin," He says before he blinks at the golden waffles. "…what…the…" Picking up a fork he pokes it once. Then again. His eyes suddenly sharpen up and he pulls out a cellphone.

"Davis?" Pause. "Yes. Is there still a modern sculpture showing going on soon? Good good. Get us a slot there, tell them we have something unique to auction. Call it…" He pauses, fingers drumming on the counter. "…Gilded Breakfast. Yes. No I'm not crazy. Yes I didn't sleep. Yes I finished the papers work. Now I'm going to have breakfast. Bye Davis." And he hangs up.

—-

Trina's obvious avoidance is not unnoticed, and Cass is utterly ignored. This is bidniss. Cass doesn't have to get involved. "So ye know where he is, then," he states pointedly to Trina. GIMME PRESIDENT PLZ. PLEEEEEEEEASE? Elena's piping up is only mildly helpful, because Lachlan knows that Jack is cool with him getting revenge for things like Cass being kidnapped and tortured. Hell, it was Jack who helped him dismember and dispose of the mugger two years ago. "Jack wouldna care if I went in ta see 'im fer a bit. So where is he?" Having gotten himself some breakfast, he drops into the seat next to Cass and begins to eat.

—-

It's too bad for Lachlan that Cass is about to give Trina a shield of sorts. An adorable baby dribbling shield. While it takes her a moment to let go of Abigail - she just got the girl back! - she doesn't want to hurt her in any way. Reluctantly, she hands over Abigail, giving the baby a soft kiss on the head in between. "I'm just going to be right here, baby," she whispers. Even babies need to say hello to the crazy people every now and again. Plus, it gives her both arms and full attention to combat with Lachlan's inquisitiveness. "No, Lachlan," she says just as firmly. "Stop it." Because they don't need a dead president on their hands, which is what Lachlan would leave them with.

—-

DAMMIT. Why do they always look at her? LOOK AT ELENA. SHE'S THE ONE TALKING TO YOU. Trina's eyes glance nervously to Lachlan, only to see that he's still looking at her. She looks back to Cass, thinking that she's safe, only to have the Scot come back into view as he sits beside his fiancée. DAMMIT. CASS. BABY. NOW. NOOOO—- YES! Cass gets a look of sheer and unadulterated gratitude, only for everything else in the world to melt away. Baby. She has a baby in her arms. Suddenly, Trina is transformed into a thing of delicacy as she gingerly nestles the infant in the crook of her arms and does her best to not just melt. Warm, soft baby. "Hey, sugar," she coos in a whisper. "C'mere to Auntie Trina while Mama makes Papa behave himself." And with that, the mechanic makes her way over to the corner of the kitchen with a gentle rolling step that smoothes her stride, away from everything. She has Abby; food can wait.

—-

She pushes the coffee mug in front of Eric, and she settles down next to him so she could gnaw on her eggs. And bacon. And ham. And toast. With butter. And toast. With jam. Good lord, the Saints lieutenant ate like a Japanese city-consuming monster. Elena would say something more, but Cass fields Lachlan, so she just…gorges more. NOBODY can rein in Lachlan but Cass, so she doesn't even try. And when Eric gets on the phone, she stares at him.

She leans to the side, and NOMS on his shoulder.

Why?

Because it gave her something better to do than to get in the middle of Cass and Lachlan's discussion.

—-

Nobody is telling him where Nathan is. Fine. After shooting a frown at everyone in the room, Lachlan goes back to eating in a very harsh and determined manner. "Guess I'll just find Jack an' have 'im tell me, then," he growls. Because come hell or high water, he's going to find Nathan — even if he has to use rats or mice to do it.

—-

Awwwr look. Trina has a baby shield. MORE POWERFUL DEFENSES THERE ARE NONE! However Eric is more interested in breakfast, looking around. Real waffles. Syrup. Bacon. No sausage this time as Elena is just going to steal it if he tries. He just grins though as he turns to look at all of them crowding around the baby…and ignoring him…and ignoring Elena too. Well thats not too bad. He does indeed though munch on his own breakfast…

Right up until he gets NOM'd.

Pause.

"I AM NOT BREAKFAST!" He says fliling mildly with the arm that has not the coffee in it.

—-

Effectively put into the blissful Abigail Zone, Trina is just swaying in the corner. There is no conflict in the Abigail Zone. Only quiet and soft skin. She should totally ask Jack if she can have one. EXCEPT THAT HE'D TELL HER NO. Do you see what chaos you bring into Headquarters, Cass? Seeds of CHAOS. It's inevitable. Women get their hands on these things and then they start getting insane ideas. Ignore Trina. She's not paying attention to any of you anymore. Just Baby.

—-

"Nom. Nom. Nom," is Elena's response, just as her teeth are depressed lightly on his shoulder. And then, she grins at him. She grins like a maniac, and she lets go. Stretching her arms over her head, she inhales the rest of her breakfast, and props her chin on one hand. A lazy sip of her coffee is taken, and her eyes take on a far away cast. "….I really ought to check on Daphne," she murmurs under her breath. "I kept trying to reach her and there's no response for some reason…."

—-

Eric just looks down towards Elena. He blinks. He stares. Its like the nibble face combined with OMGCUTE. Its impossible not to smile at that. Its impossible not to laugh even. He shakes his head slightly before he grins gives her a one armed hug. "…you are the most adorable thing ever, you know that?" He murmurs towards her before he sits back to finish his own food. He raises an eyebrow at her next words though. "…eh? You think somethings wrong…" Pause. "…want some company?" He offers.

…sorry, Trina. YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN!

—-

"Yeah. I was going to deliver Dr. Walsh and the rest to her, see if they have any room. Plus they're scientists, they might appreciate…you know. Wildlife everywhere," Elena murmurs, her eyes drifting to Cass. There's a contemplative expression on her face. Not quite a frown, but…she's known Cass for a while. Two years these days feels like forever. And there was something she was sensing that didn't feel right. At the one armed hug, she gives him a smile. "Oh, yeah, you're not biased at all," she teases. "But yeah, if you want to help, we could." Her eyes drift to Cass again, before finishing the rest of her coffee and getting up from her chair. "I need to shower and gear up if we're headed out. Someone's been killing our guys, think it's Typhoid Mary." Erin. "Meet you in the vehicle bay in thirty? You look like you could use a shower too, you know." She gestures to the suit.

—-

Though she's not really hungry, Cass pretends like she's going to eat her pancakes. What she actually does is just kind of cut them up and swirl them around on her plate so it makes it look like she's touched them and eaten some of them. Despite all the talk of getting strong and needing to eat, she really just doesn't really feel like eating masochistic pancakes this morning. As Elena turns to go, she looks up and nods at her younger friend. "We're heading out today, I think. But, we're taking you up on that offer." To get out of the country. "We'll talk to the Alliance about it soon."

—-

Nothing more to say, Lachlan goes silent and eats. He's a quick eater and is pretty much already done by now. There are just crumbs to mop up.

—-

"…you have no idea," Eric replies with a slight smirk towards Elena. "I've been up all night with a few lawyers, I have some things for you to sign later." He says with a slight yawn. "…I think I slept in this." He adds after a moment as he shakes his head. "Of course I'm not biased, perfectly neutral and impartial observer." He adds with a laugh. "…sure sure, I'll meet you down there after I get cleaned up. We can take one of the less noticeable cars. The Ferrari is all gassed up and ready to go." Yes. Take the BRIGHT RED SPORTS CAR. That's really less noticeable. At least it doesn't look armed.

—-

Part of her is sad, but most of her is relieved. Elena looks over at Cass and she nods. "I'll call Papa while we're on the road, get the paperwork and things started. I'll give Candy and Jadinne a heads up to start prepping your disguises….and I'll deliver you to the borders myself," she says. Because she can't trust anyone else but her crew to deliver them to safety - and especially with Flock members being targeted in haphazard ways to try and get to the Saints' Inner Sanctum. Unacceptable, if you want something done, you gotta do it yourself.

"I'll see you later before we go, give you some fresh clothes." Yes. Cass isn't leaving without Prada. "I'll go up to your room before I leave for the Zoo with Eric. Anything else you guys want us to snag for you while we're out there, and you guys are still here?" she asks.

When Eric says what he does, she blinks at him. "…sign…?" she wonders, her head inclining at him. She remembers the key stashed somewhere in her belongings, hiding safe somewhere. Were they related? Or was it more Saints business? She didn't know, but she walks over, hugs both Cass and Lachlan, gives Abby a little hand wiggle, and ruffles Eric's hair absently before she heads out the kitchen. Give her some time to snag Cass later after breakfast before leaving for a bit of a chat.

—-

"Just need ta know where yer keepin' Nathan, s'all," quips Lachlan dryly and bitterly.

—-

At talk of leaving, Trina lifts her gaze to momentarily regard Cass with a faint disappointment on her face, tucked in the corners of her mouth. Baby go bye-bye? Nooooooo. They just got here. Then she goes back to swaying and walking quietly with Abby in her arms. They're so awesome when they're sleeping. Just quiet and serene and smelling like baby, the distinct odor entirely unable to be duplicated by anything else in the entire universe. In the corner, there's simply the soft hum of a lullaby that Trina's long since forgotten the words to. Particularly since Lachlan is back to the Nathan thing and people are ABANDONING HER.

—-

Like a dog worrying a bone. Eric just shakes his head slightly though. "…I'll see you around Cass, Lach…I have something for you both before you go. Just a little going away present." He looks down towards the briefcase before he grins slightly. "…you just have to tell me if you want an account in europe somewhere or the Caymans." He adds lightly before he starts to turn and make his own way out of the kitchen. "…and don't worry Elena…its nothing bad…I'll explain things later."

—-

"Lachlan, please. Don't." The more that he pushes the Nathan issue, the more distressed that Cass looks about it. That last thing she wants is for Lachlan to talk to Nathan. Or Logan. Either of them. Yes, baby go bye bye. It's just not safe in this country any more. Not that it was before, but after she was actually targeted, who knows what else they'll do to try and force cooperation. "Thanks, Elena. We'll let you know when we're packed and ready." First she has to talk to the Alliance and see that everything is in place before she can escape. She may be running, but she's not about to leave her post totally uncovered. There are more than a few capable doctors who will be able to take over her command and turn whatever clinic they find into something just as good, if not better than Bat Country. "Thanks, Eric. We'll figure something out. We don't need a lot. Just…enough to get by. We'll come back once the war is over. Help rebuild."

—-

"If y'all need a ride to a rendez-vous point, you know you have one," Trina finally speaks, broken out of the infant reverie that has held her so enthralled for the duration of this conversation. Her gaze looks over the room, even as she starts moving back towards the table. Everyone is rumbling like they're going to go. And… and that's when Trina finally sees the red scrawl of 'SORRV'. Aww! Another small smile tugs at her lips. Peter really was a good kid. Who… is older than her. Why doesn't it feel like he is? Things to contemplate for another time.

—-

Well, that's it. Lachlan's done. He shoves his plate away, finishes off his coffee, and rises to his feet. "'M goin' ta get dressed," he grumbles to no one in particular (but mostly Cass) as he storms out of the room.

—-

"We'll want to say goodbye to everyone." Cass gives Trina a strained smile. Seeing Lachlan storm off in a bit of a huff, she frowns and looks down at her really uneaten plate of pancakes. It looks like it's been picked through, at least, so it shouldn't give too many second glances. She watches Lachlan go and suddenly feels very in need of baby comfort. Holding out her arms to Trina, she moves to take Abby from her. Sorry, Trina, but mommy needs her baby.

—-

Looking briefly at the baby, Trina reluctantly moves to settle the baby back into Cass's arms. Baby. Heaving a sigh, the mechanic then moves to make sure that Abigail's blanket is still very much in place. "Here we go, safe 'n' sound. See? See, she took good care of the baby! Not that it really matters because they're going away and taking the little slice of normalcy with them. Still. Trina can't help but to smile, even as she finally looks up to Cass. "You and Lachlan sure do make pretty a pretty baby."

—-

That she did. Cass rocks Abigail gently as she starts to get a little fussy, trying to get her to fall back into that peaceful slumber she was in just a moment ago. Their slice of normalcy has been a little changed and warped due to recent events, but a baby always kind of help restore it. Beaming at her slumbering baby, she continues to rock her, saying in a soft voice, "We do, don't we? You and Jack should get on to making one."

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"I think I'd have a better chance of convincin' him to let me paint Julia a pretty pastel pink." As in, it's not gonna happen. Still, Trina's got arms that are now empty, and she crosses them over her stomach so they feel less so. Darn it. Babies are addictive little buggers, and there's a little part of her now that is entertaining the thought. Even though she SHOULDN'T. Still. The thought lingers. "Maybe someday." When Jack's not cutting fingers off of presidents. "It… It'd be nice someday." Shaking her head, Trina dismisses the thought. Ain't really any use in thinking about it. "You're gonna send pictures, right? At least try?"

—-

"You should do it as a surprise." No longer contending with the problem of empty arms, Cass seems a little more at ease. Even if Lachlan is storming off and trying to get the location of a very complicated problem. She's got Abby, which is what matters now. "This isn't really a good time to bring a baby into the world," she agrees. "We'd have never have planned this. Abby deserves better." Than the possibility of torture or death just by walking outside or being born as evolved or not. "Of course. And letters. You all have to do the same. We'll keep the radio codes. Keep in touch. You guys are family."

—-

Trina just shrugs. "Abby's got two parents who love 'er more'n anythin'. You don't get better'n that." And now that no one's there to see girly mushiness, Trina moves to carefully give Cass a hug without crushing the cute baby. They are family. More family than anything else anymore. "This war keeps up the way it's goin', you're not gonna want pictures. We're just gonna look dirtier. Maybe we'll get someone to do up one of those character sketches or somethin'. That way we can look like super models and give you big thumbs ups every Christmas without fail."

—-

Rocking Abigail gently, Cass gives a wry smile. "Well, maybe a pony." Where would they ever find a pony in New York? Maybe that's why they're moving to Scotland. The hug that Trina gives her makes her tense, not just because of the whole crushing of baby, but for sheer deer in headlights mode. "I want to see you guys as you are, not thumbs up. We were here long enough to know. But, I want Abigail to know about you guys." Not just from stories or from tales, but through pictures. "We'll take a group photo before we go."

—-

The hug doesn't last long. Trina knows enough to back away quickly at the tense, then moving to do something much more constructive. To clean up without really eating now that it's all gone cold. Cold hashbrowns are, like, ew. Dagnabbit, Abby! See what you've done? Collecting the plate, Trina almost scrapes it into the sink. "We can try. Gettin' people round up is like herdin' cats some days. But if anyone could motivate 'em, it'd be you." Again, she tries to motivate herself to push the untouched SORRV brown into the sink. Still… can't do it. In the end, she just sighs, picks up a fork and starts slowly picking at it. Peter worked so hard to make it for her. It's just not right to only throw it away.

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Oh, like Trina can blame sweet little Abby for her cold hashbrowns. Look at her sleeping adorable face! "Maybe we'll just take individual pictures and put them together into a collage. We'll call it, Untitled Saints Collage #3." Either that, or she can try the whole motivation thing. It may work, who knows? But she's not leaving without some sort of photographic reminder of all her friends. If she were hungrier or if she could, she'd finish those smiley pancakes, but she has no idea that Peter made them for her specially. They were just masochistic pancakes Lachlan put in front of her. "I should probably check on Lachlan, make sure he hasn't found Jack." Her smiling expression falls at the thought. "Thanks for watching Abby."

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"I… I'll head there," Trina manages over a mouthful of hashbrowns. She's finding that if she doesn't really chew overly much, that they're not really so bad. It's still food, and it's still a GAZILLION times better than dry milk. "Make sure Jack's alright. Make *damned sure* I get there before Lach." Because if nothing else, Trina can just put Lachlan in the a forcefield. Yay, Time Out, Saints Style. "And y'know it's my pleasure, Cass. I haven't gotten to see her near enough since the shit hit the fan. Maybe once we get this all right, we'll make up for it." She continues shoveling in hash browns now that she actually has a task to do. "A summer at Uncle Jack's house would be enough for stories for the rest of her natural born life."

—-

"We'll have to make sure she had all her vaccinations for that," Cass gives a short laugh. Then, she stands and starts to move toward the door. "I need to talk to Jack, anyway. I can look in on him." She already saw Nathan, but she's not going back into that prison room. Not if she can help it. "We'll make sure Abby gets to visit all her aunts and uncles. Or that they visit her. But, first she needs to sleep so she can grow up big and strong and can pound boys into the wall like her Auntie Trina." This all said in a sort of baby voice and then she's headed back for her rooms.

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