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Scene Nine: Condemnation
Topic Started: Nov 12 2009, 01:08 AM (1,080 Views)
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Domenica/Bridgette/Alex – The Things we Miss


“You know what I really miss?” Rita said looking over at Dom they had been awake a little while and had been chatting quietly, “What’s that?” Dom said stretching out trying to find a comfortable spot; Alex had finally crashed and was still sleeping curled up just a few feet away from them. “The spa. I know it sounds superficial, but I miss going and having a massage and a manicure.” Domenica laughed, “my nails have been hell sense this all took place and really who can’t use a day of pampering.” She said with a soft sigh thinking how nice it would be to have a nice long soak in a hot bath. She sighed, the church was mostly quiet as everyone was asleep or being quiet to allow the others to rest, no one was sure how long it would be before they got the luxury of rest again.

“You know what else I miss?” Rita lying on her back adjusting the coat she was using as a pillow. “I miss getting dressed up and going to a nice dinner; I miss my heels, and skirts and silk tops.” Domenica nodded in agreement she had to admit she missed those things as well.

“You know what I don’t miss?” Domenica said looking up at the ceiling thinking of her past life

“What?” Rita said then added quickly, “let me guess; meetings?” Domenica chuckled, “Yep. I mean most of them where fine but there were days where I was in back to back meetings and it seemed like we never accomplished anything.” They shared a quiet laugh.

“I miss it you know.” Rita said putting her arm under her head, Domenica could see her looking around the church. “I miss Orlando, I miss the craziness. I miss seeing all the smiling people all on vacation happy to be there.”

Domenica let out a soft sigh, “I do too.” Her tone changed and she looked at Rita, “Do you know what happen to Florida, I mean we saw the water reach all the way to Las Vegas, I’m pretty sure Anaheim is either underwater or just a flat big nothing.” Rita chuckled, “a friend of mine her husband had a friend who owned a private jet, when we heard the news the four of us left Orlando as fast as we could, by the time things happened we were already safe and sound here, well I was, the others.” Rita said her voice a little sad thinking of what happen to them. Domenica didn’t need to ask this part of the story she knew.

“You know what I miss?” They heard a quiet voice from behind them, it was Bridgette. They both turned Misty was lying next to her asleep. “Sorry where we talking to loud?” Domenica said and Bridgette shook her head, “No I was awake.” Bridgette shifted trying not to disturb Misty and continued, “what I really miss is green; trees, grass, flowers and plants. That’s what I really miss.”

“It’s all starting to come back. A lot of the planting that was started before Bathin has done really well even here.” Domenica said with a smile, remembering them all starting that, it seemed so long ago.

“Oh I know, but I just miss the really lush way things used to be.” Bridgette said turning and facing them so she didn’t have to crane her neck.

“Some day, give it a few more years and there is going to be so much green and plants that you won’t know what to do with it all. You’ll be pulling weeds wondering how to kill them.” Rita said sounding hopeful. There had been rain, wind and snow spreading seeds all over the place and there were signs of the earth healing they could all see it, things weren’t as burned and desolate as they were at the beginning.

“Do you think things will ever be like they were? I don’t mean all the fucked up shit but the good stuff?” Bridgette said looking at Domenica and Rita; it was at moments like this you could see her youth. “I think so. I don’t think we’ve been given up on, I think we need to prove ourselves in the eyes of the lord, but I think once we do that we’re going to be given a second chance. I think he just wanted to clean house.” Domenica said her tone hopeful.

“Even after everything that’s happened you truly believe that.” Rita said and she could see Domenica grin. Domenica never gave up on Rita; ever. It was something Rita was grateful for she had no idea how Domenica could be so forgiving considering the things that happened. Rita looked at Domenica as she continued, “I always have, I needed to believe it at the beginning and I still do. There are too many good people fighting if we were meant to be doomed to hell and to suffer then we wouldn’t have someone like Zeke to fight for, or all the babies that have been born sense, we would have all just burned and suffered, but we aren’t; he still loves us.”

“Cheerleader on crack.” A groggy voice said as Alex turned over and saw Domenica her face glowing in the morning light he could feel the warmth beam off her, it gave him a sense of peace. “Hush you.” She said looking at him as he stretched out rolling over next to her and resting his hand on the top of her head, rubbing her hair, he smiled and closed his eyes he was fast asleep again.

“He hasn’t sleep in who knows how long.” Domenica said looking at him and smiling.

“How do you know that?” Bridgette said looking at her, “I just do. He needed a peaceful rest, I’m glad he’s gotten it.” She looked at the other two women. “You know you’re still freaky.” Bridgette said looking at her with a soft smile, “well there are worse things to be called I guess.”
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Bridgette/Misty/Dane



Bridgette shivered as she and Misty sat on the hill rise.

It was partly from the cold, they they had brought a few blankets along. She wrapped one of these tightly around herself with one hand, holding up the shaded binoculars with the other.

The binoculars were the other reason she was shivering. Or rather, what she saw thru them.

They were on a cliff, not far from Bathin's base, hidden by a dense clump of shrubs. Bridgette had offered to scout out the base, to gather intel. She knew the base better then anyone there, after her ten month stint. Misty had agreed to accompany her, so as not to be seperated from her again.

Bridgette was touched by Misty's protectiveness. The two of them sat, alone, watching. Misty had the assault rifle on a strap across her shoulders, in case of trouble. Spoon had decreed she was a good shot, for a beginner.

Spoon had wanted to come with, but he had promptly been vetoed down. The smaller the party, the lkess likely it was they would be caught.

But now, looking at the layout of the base, Bridgette was starting to wish they had brought Spoon, Darren, Ruben, and everyone else they had with them.

The sheer number of soldiers was enough to give anyone pause, but it was the large wooden podium that had been erected that caught Bridgettes attention. She knew what to expect, ha dknown all along, but to actually see it......

"My God." Misty muttered, peering thru her own binoculars, "That's horrible."

Bridgette agreed. Zeke looked pale and wan, his body painfully thin. His ribcage showed between each breath, which seemed to be laboured and painful. Blood flowed freely down his arms, and from his leg.

It was, Bridgette thought, an almost exact replica of any cross she had seen in churches around the world. The only thing that was missing was the crown of thorns, and the gash in his side.

"That bastard," Misty snarled, "The monumental bastard!"

"Misty, please," Bridgetet said, though she shared her sentiments. Zeke had warned them not to try to rescue them, thru his miracoulus possesion of Cat, but after seeing him in the flesh, his warnings were going to be harder to obey.

"Hey, wait a minute," Bridgette said, looking hard through her binoculars, "who the hell is that?"

They both looked, to see a man climbing up the ladder of the scaffolding. He carried what seemed to be a canteen around his neck, and as they watched, the unknown man slowly poured water into Zeke's mouth.

"Someone's actually taking care of Zeke?" Misty said, "I'd have thought Bathin wouldn't have allowed that."

"He might be trying to keep Zeke alive as long as possible, "Bridgette surmissed, "That way, he hopes to prolong the chance of driving us out into the open to rescue him."

"Look at the guys face," Misty said, "anything seem odd to you?"

Bridgette looked closely at the mans face, not noticing right off, "No, not really...wait." She looked closer, and saw what Misty was talking about.

In her time as first Rita's, and then Bathins captive, she had seen quite a few guards. And without fail, everyone of those guards had been contemptous of their duties, as well as their captives. And that contemp was shown by a sneer, or a grimace.

There was no look of contempt on this mans face. In fact, he seemed almost....reverant, as he held the canteen to Zeke's lips.

"Who the fuck is this guy?" Bridgette muttered, confused. Was this more of Zeke's magic?

Suddenly, Zeke seemed to stiffen a bit, and he gave a weak grin. He gestured with his head for the man to come closer, and as he did, Zeke leaned down as best he could, and appeared to whisper in the mans ear.

The man seemed confused, but to Bridgette's surprise, the man turned his head, and looked. Right at them.

"Fuck!" Misty swore, swinging her rifle off her shoulder. "He sees us!"

Bridgette wasn't so sure. She had paid more attention then Misty had, it seemed. "Wait." Bridgette said, "Let's not do anything stupid...."

"The hell with that," Misty said, checking to see if her rifle was loaded, "I'm gonna try to slip away a bit, ambush him before he gets to close."

"Misty," Bridgette explained patiently, "If he really wanted to catch us, don't you think that he would be sounding an alarm or something?"

Misty looked confused, then she nodded, "You're right, I don't hear anything."

"For now, lets just play it dumb. I think Zeke told him we were here." Bridgette explained, "Maybe he wants to talk to us."

"?You better be right about this, babe, because here he comes," Misty said, pointing. Indeed, the man seemed to be walking toward them, his eyes never seeming to move from their location.,

It took the man some time to get close to them, and when he was about twenty feet away, he threw down his rifle, and held up his hands, as a gesture of peace.

"Well, if you're coming, hurry up!" Misty called down to him, keeping he rifle aimed at the man, ready to blow him away if he so much as breathed wrong.

As the man got closer, Bridgette stood up a bit, haunched on her knees, waving to the man.

The man stopped about five feet from them, breathing heavily from his walk, "Bridgette, Misty?"

"How do you know our names?" Misty said,, her eyes, oor her gun, never moving from the man.

"Zeke, he told me you'd be here." The man said shaking his head, "Though truth be told, I didn't really beleive him."

"And did Zeke have a message for us?" Bridgette demanded, knowing Zeke wouldn't have sent this man unless he had something to tell them.

"Yea, he wanted me to tell you thathe appreciates your concern for him, and that he's glad the two of you didn't come tearing in with guns blazing," The man said, "Also, he wondered if you could tell some fellow named Ruben that he loves him with all of his heart?"

"We can do that," Bridgette said, "Was there anything else?"

"He mentioned aFathe rEric, and asked that you tell him to keep the faith, and be strong. And that was it." The man said, "I have to go now, don't worry, I'm doing all that I can to make sure he's comfortable." The man turned to leave.

"Wait!" Misty called, "Can you do us something?"

"No, I can't let him go." The man said, "Though I wish I could."

"Then can you pass a message along?" Misty asked, "To Sam? Can you tell him that we havn't given up on him, or Willow or Mark, or anyone else being held captive? And that we are doing all we can to get them out?"

The man was silent for a few seconds, then he said heavily, "I can try." And he walked away.

"Thank you." Bridgette called to him. "C'mon, lets get out of here."

The two women packed up, and left quietly. Bridgette was glad to have seen and heard from Zeke, and that they had gotten word to the other survivors.
"Alright, I've been thinking. When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the man whose gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!"


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Alex/Spoon/Domenica - Big Damn Heroes Pt. 2: The Heroes Mount Up

Alex awoke several hours later to see Domenica laying next to him, fast asleep. He propped himself up on his elbow and watched her sleep for a little while before he stood and entered the public washroom near the main doors to the church. He finished in there and stepped back out into the church, most of the others were sleeping in corners, on various pews or near the altar, but Alex noticed a glowing spot near the doorway to the sacristy. He strode across the room to see Spoon leaning in the doorway, cigarette clutched loosely in his right hand.

“Morning,” Spoon said, taking a final drag off his cigarette before stubbing it out, grinding into the floor with the heel of his shoe.

“You actually sleep yet man?”

“Little bit, looks like you did enough for everyone though.”

“I’d say I’ve earned sleep, until just now, I’d only slept maybe ten hours out of the last few weeks,” Alex said, leaning against the wall next to Spoon. “I was thinking about what you said, you know, someone leading the assault.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, you’re right, it’s a suicide mission, but I should be the one to go,” Alex said. “I mean, fuck, it was my idea to begin with.”

Spoon nodded and pulled out his pack of cigarettes, he thought better of it when he realized there were only two left. “It was your idea man, but you’ve got Domenica. From what I hear you spent most of the last year stewing because you couldn’t get her back, now, as soon as you do get her back, you decide to fuck off and play the goddamn hero!”

“Big Damn Hero,” Alex noted. “And really, they way I see it, if I can make the world safer for Dom but die in the process, well, it’s worth it Goddamnit. I’d die for her, Spoon. She’s the love of my life, yes, but like I said if my death helps her…it’d be worth it so far as I’m concerned.”

“Do I get to have a say in this?”

Alex turned to see Domenica standing behind him, tears welling in her eyes.

“Ten months. Ten months, I waited for you, knowing you would come. That’d you be true to your word and get me back. And now you want to go and kill yourself? Rueben’s right, Alex, this is tantamount to suicide.”

Alex walked over to her and pulled her close, hugging her tightly. “Look, Domenica,” he said, kissing her forehead. “I love you, I’ll always love you. But my whole life I felt like I’ve been meant for something bigger than writing shitty novels and slapping plaster onto walls.”

“So you think your purpose in life is to kill yourself? Goddamnit Alex, that’s the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard!”

“Stupider than the parasite thing?”

Domenica glared at Alex, then her expression softened, tears streamed down her face openly now. “Alex, please. Reconsider this, if anything happens to you….”

Alex cut her off, kissing her on the lips. “Dom, I know. But I have to do this because, well, I love you. I want you to be safe. I want the world to be safe for you. And for Lex. And Callie. I don’t want them to grow up in a world being controlled by some fucking demon. I mean, fuck, I don’t even believe in demons, but hey, I was wrong as it turns out.” He hugged her again.

Domenica pulled away from Alex, “don’t touch me, Alex. Not right now.”

“Dom, please, try and understand where I’m coming from here. My whole life, I’ve been a stupid, arrogant jerkass, spending my entire life disconnected from the world at large. My world revolved around my work and, well, that was it really. I mean, fuck, you’re the first girl I’ve been with since college that wasn’t Ames or married to one of the guys who worked for me. That’s why I feel like I have to do this…I’ve gotta make the world a better place, even if the cost is my life.

“But I’ll do something if it makes you happy,” he walked down to the pews and picked up a copy of the Bible. He returned and handed it to Spoon. “Hold this for me.”

Spoon raised a quizzical eyebrow, but complied. Alex placed his hand atop the Bible and held his right hand in the air. “I, Alexander Aloysius Castle do hereby solemnly swear on the Holy Bible and my own soul that I will return to you, Domenica Muriel Anderson. Furthermore, I swear that I shall also ensure Phillip David Witherspoon, alias Spoon, does not get his ass killed. Should I fail in this duty, I allow to you simply leave my corpse where it lies for the rats to eat…though personally I’d prefer a Viking Funeral.”

He removed his hand and Domenica looked at him. “‘Muriel?’”

“I didn’t know your middle name, so I improvised,” Alex said, flushing.

“I don’t have a middle name, for the record,” Spoon observed. “You know, in case anyone cares…”

Alex grinned, “Again, improvisation.” He looked back at Domenica, “but, I swear to you Dom, unless Zeke’s God has other plans for me, I will come back. And then, well, we can do whatever you want. If you want to move back to Wyoming, I’ll go there.”

Dom smiled sadly, “I’m holding you to that, Alex. If you don’t come back, I’ll track you down, resurrect you, nurse you back to health and kill you all over again.”

“I suppose I can deal with that,” Alex replied with a crooked grin. “So, that’s settled. You ready Spoon?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” he said. He walked down the aisle, picking up Cat’s M4 Carbine along the way. Alex followed him, retrieving shotgun shells from the Jeep parked outside. He filled his bandolier and put several boxes of shells into a rucksack, along with spare ammunition clips for Spoon’s Carbine.

The two men took one last look at the church and proceeded to walk down the main drag of Davenport. Along the way, they passed as small tobacco store. Spoon stopped and entered the store.

“Spoon, I know you’re probably Jonesing for a smoke, but we’ve got bigger fish to fry right now,” Alex said, impatience ebbing his voice. Spoon ignored Alex entering the store. He pocketed three packs of cigarettes, then started looking at some of the display cases.

“You almost done dude?” Alex said, walking into the store and leaning against the counter.

Spoon nodded, “yeah man. Just give me one more second.” He raised his gun and used the butt to smash open a display case, he brushed away some glass and extracted two cigars, then reached behind the counter and took a cigar cutter. “I know you don’t smoke, but take this. It’s our victory dance. We win the day, we smoke, deal?”

Alex sighed, “fine. Can we go please?”

Spoon nodded and the two men headed for the front of the store. Suddenly bullets flew through the front window, smashing several cases; one passed by close enough to Alex’s head that he felt the heat singe his hair a little. Another bullet grazed Spoon’s shoulder while another still grazed Alex's hand, causing him to yelp in pain and drop his gun.

“Shit! Fucking ambush!”

Both men threw themselves to the floor, covering their heads. The fire ceased and both men moved to to the window, looking for the sources. A few men stood in the middle of the street and the duo made short work of them. As they started to stand, more bullets rained down from the rooftops, spraying the area behind them.

“Well, on the plus side, they appear to have gone to the same shooting school as the Stormtroopers did,” Alex said, loading his shotgun.

“That it does,” Spoon looked up and fired at one of the snipers perched on a rooftop. “Got ‘im!”

“Nice shooting, Tex,” Alex quipped.

“Five down, ten to go. You ready for this shit bro?”

Alex pumped his shotgun and nodded. “Let’s do some gratuitous violence.”
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Spoon & Alex - Ms. vs. Angry Mob


“Five down, ten to go. You ready for this shit bro?”

Alex pumped his shotgun and nodded. “Let’s do some gratuitous violence.”

Spoon closed his eyes briefly and saw the church. Everyone inside. Everyone he knew now. Everyone he cared about. Focus. Breathe. Make it a good end. He opened his eyes, and raised the carbine in his hands.

The pair leapt to their feet, spinning in the process, guns raised, aimed, and ready fire. They both felt bullets slice into the skin on their lmbs and were quickly back behind the wall. Bad move.

"Okay," Spoon said, clutching his now doubly wounded arm. "These ones are good shots."

"I noticed," Alex said, also nursing a cut on his arm. "There another way out of this place?"

"I saw a back door when I was grabbing my stuff." Spoon reached into his pocket as if suddenly remembering he had more cigarettes now. "I'll cover you. If you get them looking your way for a second or two I shoud be able to take at least a few of them out of commission."

Alex nodded, and bolted for the back of the store, gun in hand.

Spoon wiped away a trickle of blood from his arm, and rubbed it into his jeans. If he didn't get laid when this was over, the world should fucking end, he thought. He heard Alex's shotgun blast outside around the corner of the building. He spit the cigarette out of his mouth, and raised himself slowly to the window sill. The men were looking off to the side now. He could get at least a few of them with some quick spraying. "Alright, time to get messy." And the bullets flew.

A few minutes later it was over. Spoon had managed to take out half the men with his rifle before they realized he was still in the store. When they turned to return fire, Alex picked another two off with the shotgun. In the back and forth confusion, the last soldiers fell, and Alex and Spoon staggered back to the store front, bleeding and exausted, and not even halfway to their destination.

"Is the whole trek gonna be this fucking gauntlet?" Alex said, breathing heavy, and dropping his gun to the ground just to not feel its weight for a minute.

"Well, I've found few backalleys that usually look pretty out of the way. But with the chaos going on lately, I don't now. I don't want to shoot my way there."

"We'll run out of ammo before we get to Bathin's front door."

"I'm not really made for one hundred on two fist fights. You?" Spoon lit up another smoke and drew it in deep.

"Man, those things are gonna fuck your stamina all up."

Spoon coughed, and shook his head. "Al, these things are the reason Im still breathing." He flicked it away, and walked slowly out the front door. "Streets look clear for the time being, so let's move now, and I'll take us through some of my shortcuts. Maybe we can avoid any more checkpoints."

Alex nodded and lifted himself from against the counter. He turned to the rack beside him, and pocketed a handful of candy bags. He saw Spoon give him the up and down. "For the road."

Spoon smirked and turned back to the street, plotting their course. "Alright, if we cut across the street, and then into that apartment building over there, we can probably get to the hill in ten minutes, and not even be seen."

"Wait. What hill?" Alex thought for a moment and then realized. "Spoon, you don't want to see him."

"Look, Al, each of us is at least in part doing this for him. Whether because we love him, or we believe in him, or we owe him our lives. Now, if I'm gonna go out there and die fighting, I want to get one last good look at what I"m fighting for."

"We owe it to Zeke to let him know we're out here," Alex said nodding. "Let's move then, before you lose your nerve."

Spoon smiled. "Fuck you."

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"It's another bizarre and thankless situation you got us in. Oh, like you never been in a fight before, never caused a scene." Spoon sang softly to himself as he and Alex walked half-crouched up the hill toward the bush that Misty and Bridgette had recently been in. He wanted a good look at Zeke. He told Alex it was to know what they were fighting for. Really, he thought he just needed to know he was still alive.

"Can you knock that off?" Alex said. "It's starting to creep me out."

"Alex, you're having a stress reaction; this is my stress reaction. Let it be."

The pair crept up to the bush, and pushed aside the tangled branches, and there he was. There, clear as day, upright, bleeding, crucified. It was worse than they could've thought. It was so bad they had to turn their heads. He looked beaten so bad that parts of him looked bent improperly. It was awful.

"Jesus Christ on the cross," Spoon spit out. "I almost didn't believe them."

"Is he breathing?" Alex said. "It's hard to tell from-- No. Look, he's moving."

They watched as Zeke raised his head and spoke something inaudible to the guard watching him. Why a man nailed to a piece of wood needed to be guarded, they weren't entirely sure.

"Can we leave now?" Spoon asked. "We've got to get moving if we want to get there soon."

"Alex spoke, not taking his eyes off his crucified friend. "Yeah. Let's go."

Spoon nodded and began creeping back down the hill. "I don't know why you wanted to bring me here," he whispered harshly.

"Sorry," Alex said.


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"There it is," Spoon said, lying flat against the ground, his rifle flat beside him. The pair were side by side and prone, staring off down the block toward the 'stronghold'.

"The fucking Ritz?" Alex said. "Couldn't he have gone with somethig less...sleazy?"

Spoon turned to his friend, and whispered. "Have you met this guy?"

"Whatever." Alex turned back to the hotel, if you could still call it that. It had gone through some renovations in the last year. "Okay, what are we talking for defenses?"

Spoon repositioned himself, leaning on his arms, and pointed down toward the front entrance of the building. "Well, the door never has less than fifteen men hovering around it. Sandbags hiding a few machine guns spread evenly along the curb there. You got a few jeeps parked at the corners of the building, and from what I've seen before, a small fleet of armoured trucks parked out back ready to move."

"Is that all?" Alex said, his eyes following Spoon's finger around the fortified area.

"Not really." Spoon led his friend's gaze higher up the building. "Snipers in half the windows on the 4th and 8th floors. And higher up toward the penthouse, a few more. Now, a couple months back, when I was scoping the place before, I saw some workers doing some shit to the windows up high. So I've got to assume they're now bulletproof. It also makes me guess that's where the fucker is held up, and probably where Mark and Willow are."

"Fuckin' hell." Alex lifted himself up, and stood on one knee, gazing around the bush at the soldiers surrounding the entrance. "So, you're saying we can't take this place alone."

Spoon scoffed, and sat up. "You mean sneak in dressed as waiters? I don't think so. If you gave me another month to plan, a few more guns and a....no we can't."

"Shit. So, what now?"

"Well, truth be told, I'm not ready to give up the ghost and go home just yet. There's a lot of action to be had here and I want my piece of it."

Alex shrugged. "So....we stay out."

"Unless you want to head back to the church."

"Not until we find out something a bit more useful than being thoroughly outclassed here."

Spoon nodded, and laid back, grasping his rifle and bringing it to his chest. "Good."

"So, where to then?"

"Why don't we just wait here a little while," Spoon answered, closing his eyes as if to drift off to sleep. "See what happens."

A few minutes of silence passed. Both men assuming the other was deep in thought, knowing that in all probability they were both just thinking about women. It was a natural thing in these situations to let your mind settle on the things you desired, so you'd know what was worth winning for. Finally, not wanting to sit in the awkward stalemate anymore, Spoon spoke.

"You want to play 20 questions?"

Alex smiled. "Sure."

Spoon thought for a moment. "Okay, go."

"Are you a man?"

"Yes."

"Are you alive?"

"No."

"Steve McQueen."

"....shit."
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Domenica/Misty/Darren – Questioning

Domenica sat silently sipping her coffee, she was going to kill him; first for making her cry and second for taking off to play the hero on a suicide run. It didn’t matter that it was a good idea, well at least in theory, but why did it have to be him? Was she meant to play the role of the Lady in Waiting always or was it the Traumatized Lover, either way it pissed her off and she didn’t like it, she was questioning everything now. She looked around the church once everyone had woken up things got increasingly busy. The reports hadn’t been good, Misty and Bridgette scouted out Zeke location and. “ugh.” She said not wanting to think about it. Then in the battle zone there had been gun fire, she knew it was because of Spoon and Alex, but at least the reports where that their bodies weren’t among the dead. She had to push the thoughts about them out of her mind and focus on what they were doing, if she could. “He’ll be fine.” A voice said from infront of her and she looked up seeing Darren standing there.

“Did you get your people into position?” She said looking at him trying to not sound worried. He nodded, “Alex and Spoon were taking heavy fire but as instructed my people are staying back and not interfering.” She gave him a half smile, “Thank you.” He shrugged, “well we don’t want to give too much away now do we?” He said as she took another sip of her coffee, it was awful, but it was hot. “No I guess not.” She hated using them like this.

“How is Luna doing?” Domenica asked looking around and not seeing her right off, he sighed, “I don’t know, sometimes she’s normal other times…” He trailed off then added, “I have her watched by my men, she’s safe at least.”

“Bathin likes to play with his toys, but he’ll get bored with her, that’s what he does.” She said remembering some of her dealing with him. She looked around the church and shook her head, “you know I’m not sure how this is going to end up, I would like to think…” Darren looked at her his face took on a more professional look, “We have to win, there’s no other option we have to.” She nodded, “I don’t know this is all fuzzy to me. All we can do is give it our best, I believe we’ll beat him and send him back to hell all my hope and faith are going into that, but at what cost? How many people are going to die?”

“As long as it’s for the right cause, I don’t think anyone will mind.” Misty said walking over and joining them. Domenica looked over her shoulder at her she looked tired the rest she had, had been limited, “little comfort for their families and friends.” Domenica said with a sigh looking back down at her almost empty coffee cup. Misty rested a hand on her shoulder, “He may be a dumbass and run to a fight, but he’ll be fine, you have to know that.” Domenica shock her head not sure what to say to either of them, “God’s will be done.” Domenica said almost as a question as she stood up, “Excuse me.” She said and walked off leaving both Darren and Misty behind. She walked through the church and headed to the rectory, she just wanted to be alone with her thoughts. She passed a few solders and some of their resistance fighters, but she found a quiet corner and leaned against the wall letting her body slip to the floor.

She leaned her head back thinking of the past year and everything that happened, so much of her life had changed, she played her role she did everything that was asked of her, she followed through with what she had to and now here she was alone and unsure of what was too happen. Everything led them to this point all the pieces where in line and now it was a waiting game. Her mind flashed to her family, to Park City where this all began, then to the breeding camps of Davenport and now to a battle on the fields of hell and she was angry.

The Devil sent one of his most powerful demons and what did God give them; visions and feelings. They were just men and women how could they win this, really win this? Zeke was crucified in the center of Davenport for everyone to see and she was…well she wasn’t anything but a vessel for his will and not a very good vessel at that. Of course she fought and fought hard, and she killed people, in his name, but now when they needed him the most he was silent leaving them to fend for themselves hopping they were doing the right thing. He tock so much from them, their lives and their families only not to take more, this couldn’t be right, it couldn’t.

“He hasn’t left us.” Rubén’s soft voice said as he kneeled next to her.

“Are you so sure? Zeke is on nailed to a cross as some sick joke; Alex and Spoon have gone on a suicide mission and here I am feeling blind and lost.” She said looking at Rubén who smiled at her. “When we need him most he’ll be there for us. He hasn’t turned his back on us. You need to know that. We’re his children and he loves us, each of us, as imperfect as we are, and he has a plan for us.”

She chuckled, “Are you sure you’re not Zeke; you’re sounding a lot like him?” Rubén grinned, “I’m not Zeke, I’m just me.” He said looking at her warmly he touched her shoulder trying to comfort her.

“How can you be so calm? Knowing Zeke, Alex and Spoon are out there, all I want to do is send people out there to get them to get all of them. I need to help them, but I can’t.” Domenica said through pursed lips shaking her head.

“They need to do this, just like Zeke needed to do what Zeke needed to do. None of it’s going to be easy Domenica, but nothing important ever is.” Rubén said watching her seeing her finally smile, she was feeling better somehow Rubén just being here was making her feel better. “We can’t hide from destiny can we no matter how many questions we have?” She said looking at him and he grinned, “No…no we can’t.”

She sighed and forced herself off the floor dusting off her butt Rubén stood up with her as well, “We should get back there’s work to do.” Rubén nodded, “You go ahead I’ll be along in a minute.” She nodded and hugged him, “Thank you Rubén. Thank you for just being here, I appreciate it.” He smiled as she walked off back to the church. “Oh Domenica.” Rubén said calling after her and she turned looking at her, “Yea.”

Rubén smiled a knowing smile at her, “you’re family, they all love you very much and are so proud of you.” She smiled the thoughts of her family made her spirits lift, “I never doubted that.” She said walking off heading back to the church and the others feeling a little better then when she had left.
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Rubén/Cat/Bridgette – Coming down to the wire

“We should plan to breach their defenses here and here.” Bridgette said pointing to the maps laid out on the big table, there were several people from the military and the resistance standing around taking notes and getting instructions, “This seems to be the weakest spots we found.” She added and the others nodded, making notes. “I was speaking with Darren and we have equipment in these locations.” Cat said looking at the map and moving the rocks to the locations on the maps to indicate where they were. He had been busily monitoring transmissions and working on codes, scrambling messages as well as doing his best at encrypting messages. It was all knew to him. The codes seemed to be working but he kept changing them and using other means to communicate just in case; they all knew Bathin wasn’t dumb and would be monitoring their information so he made sure to feed misinformation as well. It had been a lot of work but it kept him busy and he was finding he had an aptitude for it.

“All right, now that Alex and Spoon are out there doing their thing, we need to move quickly.” Rubén said looking at the others, he had been working with Darren and John on the plans he was no military genius, unlike Zeke, but they were doing their best. Zeke had left them several notes and maps, which at the time made no sense, but now they were, it was like a giant puzzle and now the pieces were starting to fit, as it all came down to the wire. According to John Zeke gave him all these notes before he left on his mission. Rubén frowned at the thought, it wasn’t a mission it was suicide and Misty and Bridgette’s report on added to his impression of that little venture. “Alright we wait for the signal and we make our move. Is that clear?” John said looking at the group and everyone nodded and collected their things and moved off, there was still a lot of planning to do. “John, how are we going to get him?” Bridgette asked as the others moved out of ear shot. John frowned looking at Rubén who was standing there listening he was about to ask John the same thing. “I’m not sure, you said he is guarded, but the man seemed to be a friendly?” She nodded, “That seems to be the case, yup.”

Rubén thought a minute then spoke, “could it be a trick of Bathin’s?” John shrugged, “It could be, but honestly I don’t know. As for getting him, he’s not our priority.” Rubén looked at him and grabbed his arm, “Not our priority. What the holly hell do you mean?” John frowned this was war and he needed to think of the greater good, “would you risk the lives of every person in Ankeny or even here in Davenport to save one man; Rubén? Could you do that and truly live with yourself? Zeke is my brother and I love him, but he isn’t our focus, Bathin is, we’re going to have one shot at this.”

“He may not be your priority but he’s mine.” Rubén said angry with John for even suggesting sacrificing Zeke. John’s face softened as he smiled, “I wouldn’t expect anything else from you. We’ll need to see how this all plays out, but Rubén we have one shot, you know this.” Rubén nodded, “I understand.” Rubén said his voice gave away his nerves when it cracked, neither Bridgette nor John said anything. John looked at Rubén, “I never saw Zeke happier in my life then the day you two where married, standing up for him, next to him. I knew you were the one he needed in his life.” John hugged Rubén it was out of character for him, but for the moment it didn’t matter, “if anyone can take care of my brother it’s you.” John stood back and looked around, “I have things to attend to.” His voice very much the strong military man again John quickly marched off Bridgette and Rubén could here him start to barking orders to the others.

“You sure got back in here quick.” Domenica said walking by Rubén she patted his arm with a gentle smile, “Thanks again, for being there. I appreciate it.” She said and quickly moved on seeing Rita and needing to speak to her. Bridgette looked at Rubén, “what was that all about?” Rubén raised his eyebrows, “I have no idea. Did I miss something?” Bridgette shrugged, “I’m not sure. When did you talk to her?” Rubén thought a moment not sense last night. I haven’t seen her sense, it’s been a little busy.” Bridgette nodded, it was just very strange Rubén watched Domenica meet up with Rita and pushed the though from his mind.

Rubén looked back at Bridgette, “what did your gut tell you about that guard?” Bridgette’s brows furrowed, “that he was on the up-and-up. I mean risking all that to give us a message and seeing him give Zeke water. I just don’t think a demon would do that, it would be a lot for a show for a trick and I don’t believe Zeke can be tricked by Bathin.” Rubén thought a moment, “Neither do I. I think Zeke would see right through it plus you said he called you both by name and used my name. Zeke would have only done that if he trusted the guy at least to some extent.” Bridgette nodded, “I would agree with that.”

Rubén picked up a cup and filled it with hot water and added a tea bag smiling to himself remembering how Zeke would make tea all the time, “You know I wasn’t a big tea fan before I met Zeke, now it’s all I can drink.” He smiled thinking of Zeke and the impact he has had on him. “He’s even tried to get me to be a vegetarian, but I had to draw the line. I love him, but I can’t give up steak…I just can’t or a hamburger and the tofu and veggie ones aren’t the same they taste like crap.” He let out a chuckle. “He actually made me promise to not cook any of it in the house.” He sighed thinking of the townhouse in Ankeny, he even thought of Callie and Lex they were nice and safe with Amanda to watch after them, he was sure they would be glad to see Willow again and somehow he didn’t think that Willow would mind them being raised on a vegetarian diet, “The things I endure for that man.”

Bridgette smiled her memories not as strong of Zeke but what she remembered of him always warmed her heart, “he’ll be fine, we’re getting him back, we’re getting them all back I know we are and we’re sending the Bathin fucker back to hell, where he belongs.” Bridgette said puffing up her shoulder to look a little more intimidating and threatening.

“This is really going to suck, you know.” Rubén said looking around at all the people. Bridgette followed his eyes, how many of these people were her friends and how many would be lost. Rubén took a sip of his tea and made a face, “Not as good as Zeke’s?” Bridgette asked seeing his look. Rubén sighed, “nope, but then these days very little is any good without him.”
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Bridgette/Misty/Eric/Rita/Cat


After Bridgette helped plan their assualt, she found herself deadly tired. She had told Ruben and John all she could remember about hers and Misty's trip, and she felt emotionally drained.

She stumbled over to Misty, yawning widely, "Hey babe, I'm gonna get some sleep. Wake me ina few, ok?"

"Sure thing," Misty said, with an odd, distracted look in her eyes. She had her hand in her pocket, and seemed to be playing with something.

"whatcha got there?" Bridgette asked curiousley.

"Nothing," Misty said, "I'll tell ya later. Go ahead and crash, I'll wake you up."

"Thanks," Bridgette said, yawning again. She stumbled over toa spare cot, and flopped down on it, asleep almost instantly. It had seemed like she had just closed her eyes, and then someone was shaking her awake again.

"Wazza matta?" Bridgette grumbled, trying to focus on the face over her, "Misty? How long have I been out?"

"An hour, but I needed to talk to you now." Misty said, sitting down on the cot next to her.

"Whats the matter?" Bridgette asked, wiping her eyes.

Misty seemed oddly hesitant for a moment, then she spilled forth, "Bridgette, I love you, and these past few months have been hard, but they made me realize how important you are to me, and how much I'd miss you if I lost you."

"Lost me?" Bridgette was confused, "what are you talking about?"

"There's going to be a battle," Misty said, "There's no doubt about it, and we're going to be dragged into it."

"We don't know that for sure," Bridgette said, struck by the saddened tone in Misty's voice, "We don't know that."

"You really think we can take Bathin out without a fight?" Misty asked, shaking her head, "No, it's going to happen, whether we want it to or not. And I've been doing some thinking since we saw Zeke."

"Misty," Bridgette said, smiling, "If you're trying to seduce me with one of those 'and tommorow we may die' speeches, you should know by now you don't need to work to seduce me."

Misty grinned back, "No, thats not what I'm saying at all. I love you, Bridgette, and I wish the circumstances were different, but this is the best I can do."

Misty stood up, putting a hand in one pocket, before pulling out a small box. Bridgette stared at her, confused, as Misty dropped to one knee before her.

"Bridgette Miller," Misty said, with the biggest grin on her face Bridgette had ever seen, "Will you marry me?" And she pulled open the box to reveal a small golden ring.

"Oh, my God!" Bridgette said, stunned, putting her hands up to her face.

"It's ok, babe, "Misty said, mistaking her reaction, "It was too sudden, wasn't it? Too close to everything..."

"Oh, shut up." Bridgette grinned, and pulled Misty in for the longest kiss they had ever given each other. They broke away, panting, and Bridgette answered, "Of course I'll marry you."

Misty grinned back, her face flushing, "We can have the ceremony when everything is over with..."

"No," Bridgette said, "If something does happen, I want to go out with no regrets. We have the ceremony now. Where's Father Eric?"

Father Eric was found asleep in a small back room, a bottle of sacrimental wine in his hands. "Whats this?" He grumbled, when the two excited women woke him up, "a two-fer?"

"We wanna get married," Misty said, "And your going to be our priest."

Eric looked at the two of them like they had lost their minds, then shrugged, "sure, nows as good a time as any, I suppose. Do you have the rings?" Eric asked.

"Right here," Misty pulled the golden ring from her pocket again, as well as a small silver one, "I figured you hadn't donre any ring shopping, so I picked up an extra one."

"Where did you find those, anyways?" Bridgette asked.

Misty shrugged, "We passed by a jewelry shop on the way over here from the convienience store, and they were laying in the street."

"Naughty minx." Bridgette said, laughingly.

"Ok, thats out of the way," Eric said, taking a quick swig from his bottle, "what about witnesses?"

".....um, hang on a second," Misty said, running from the room. She came back, dragging a visibly protesting Cat by the arm, with Rita in tow. She handed the silver ring to Rita, and the gold one to Cat. They both accepted them, looking confused.

"Ok, let's get this under way," Father Eric said, standing up straight, tossing the now empty bottle aside. "Dearly beloved, we have gathered here today to join these two in Holy matrimony. If there are any here who feel that these two should not be joined, too bad, cuz I'm pretty sure I'm getting paid for this."

Eric turned to Misty, "Blonde girl, do you take dark haired girl to be your lawfully wedded......uh, which of you is the male?"

"Doesn't matter, I do, I do!" Misty said, blushing, grinning ear to ear.

Eric shrugged, turned to Bridgette, "Dark haired girl, do you take blondie to be your lawfully wedded...signifigant other?"

"I do." Bridgette said simply, smiling.

"Good. Now, take your rings."

Rita and Cat approached, both of them now understanding. Cat gave the gold ring to Bridgette with a basgful grin, and Rita came up to Misty, giving her the silver ring. Rita paused to whisper something into Misty's ear, and Misty nodded, crying. They embraced, and Bridgette thought she heard Misty whisper "I forgive you" into Rita's ear. They broke apart, Misty whiping the tears from her eyes.

"Now, by the powers invested in me by whereever the hell we are, I know pronounce you......uh, happily married. You my kiss each other, now."

Reflecting upon it, it was far from Bridgette's dream wedding. Instead of a beautiful white dress for each of them, Misty was clad in army camo, whilst Bridgette wore the white slave dress. There was no cake. Instead of Misty's parents, they had a stoned DJ and the woman who had previousley held them captive. And their priest was a hard drinker who would rather get a lap dance them hear a confession.

But as Misty and Bridgette embraced each other, their lips meeting for the firstt ime as a truly wedded couple, Bridgette decided it was the best wedding in the history of the world.
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Alex/Spoon - The Shape of Things to Come

The two men sat playing 5 Card Stud with Alex’s deck of cards, Spoon kept his back to the guards so he could smoke without the burning embers drawing unwanted attention to them. Spoon glanced at his hand and tossed two cards aside, Alex dealt two cards, then discarded one of his own.

Spoon took a long drag from his cigarette and showed his hand, “straight flush, read ‘em and weep.”

Alex gave Spoon a crooked grin, “not so fast, Captain Cutlery.” Alex showed his hand.

“No way! You’re cheating man,” Spoon looked at Alex’s Royal Flush.

“Nope, not cheating. I just know the nuances of my deck of cards,” Alex replied, shuffling.

“Which is just fancy writer talk for ‘I’m a cheating prick,’” Spoon retorted, chuckling softly.

Before dealing the next hand, Alex looked over the bush, there were still several men standing guard, all armed to the teeth. “And you called me Rambo.”

“Hey, they’re more like Hans Gruber and his flunkies man, all armed to teeth and dumb as posts.”

“So wait…if they’re Gruber’s flunkies, does that make me John McClane?”

“Nah…I’m John McClane…you’re more like the black limo driver. Or the fat airport security guard. Or maybe Justin Long.”

“Can I at least be Sam Jackson? I mean, he was bad ass.”

Spoon considers this, “no, but you could be, um….fuck…I don’t know. Just stick with Rambo, okay? I’m too lazy to come up with something new.”

Alex smiled and shook his head, “you’re crazy dude. Truly fuckin’ crazy.”

“Said the pot to the kettle,” Spoon replied, trying not to laugh out loud. He regained his composure, “so…you gonna deal or what?”

Alex sighed and finished shuffling the deck, then dealt the cards. They played for a few minutes and Spoon actually won the hand.

“I told you I wasn’t cheating,” Alex said.

Spoon smiled, “I’m feeling kinda useless right now man. We should try the sewers.”

“No. No, bad idea,” Alex said.

“Why?”

“You ever play that game GoldenEye?”

“Yeah…but what’s that gotta do with anything?” Spoon tapped the ashes of his cigarette into a small hole he’d dug with his shoe.

“Well, when I was in college, the game came out. Me and my buddies would play till like, two in the morning. Every time we played with proximity mines, they’d hate me. I’d rig the vents, the doors, the secret passages, the ceilings, the underside of the catwalks, conveyor belts, the little shadowed corners near where ammo boxes were. Fuck man, I’d have the place rigged to blow sky high then just hide in a tiny little corner and not move.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Duly noted, but my point is, with that game, especially with proxy mines, you had to anticipate where they were gonna show up, anticipate where you’d re-spawn if you got killed, etcetera. All I’m saying is that Bathin’s probably anticipating that kind of action. Yeah, he’s got the base covered and the entrances are buttoned tighter than a Republican during Gay Pride week, but that’s just basic logic. If he were smart, and I’m sure this fucker is, the sewers are rigged to blow. Really, at this point our best bet is to either wait for backup or play Rambo when there’s a shift change.”

Spoon considered this, stubbing out the butt of his cigarette with the heel of his shoe. “You’ve got a point man, I mean, yes, we did decide we wanted to get going…but overall, staying put’s probably the safest bet.”

Alex nodded, “good, that’s settled. Now….your deal.”

Spoon nodded, taking the deck of cards and lighting up another smoke. “You sure you don’t wanna play more 20 questions?”
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