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There was something different about the mansion this morning, and it wasn't the way the furniture was arranged or how the place looked oddly lived in, when the old man didn't usually inhabit any of the rooms he passed through to get down into the sub-levels of the building that housed things people shouldn't see. Things the public didn't know about and wouldn't know about, if he had anything to say about it. Especially since the things down in this basement now had as much to do with him as they did Mr. Wayne. Now, about that thing that was off...

"Ace?" Usually the dog was waiting at the steps, eager to greet him, but the beast was nowhere to be found. "Ace! Here boy!"

Huh. Well, that was weird. As was the sudden layout change down here, too. What in the world was going on?

Edited 2012-08-05 02:21 (UTC)

Christine hadn't remembered Abax when she'd been returned home, and had gone back to life as normal, or as normal as one could get on a spaceship with a crew whose mission was to explore new worlds and new lifeforms.

Then everything changed. A call came from Mr. Scott in the transporter room that she was to come right away, and when she arrived, slightly out of breath from jogging the whole way, she came face to face with her doppelganger. And what's more, all her memories of Abax came back to her, slamming into her like a ton of bricks and causing her to stumble back, Mr. Scott needing to hold out an arm to assist her.

"Caroline! Is it really you?"

"Caroline?" Mr. Scott asked, glancing between the two. "I thought it was a transporter malfunction and it had spit out two of ye!"

Christine waved him off and reached for Caroline. "It'll be all right," she said, giving Caroline a smile tinged with sadness. "Come with me."

Then she took a deep breath to steady herself. This was going to be hard to explain to everybody.

"You have got to be kiddin' me." Hardison was standing on a dark street in LA watching some grown ass dude named Angel beat the shot out of some white dudes with fugly faces. They were on something. Had to be. How was it he got stuck walking back with Angel? Eliot should have been there. Eliot liked to kick ugly butt.

While he was thinking how sour his luck was, someone -- or thing -- grabbed him and tossed him into a Dumpster like he was a ragdoll. Hardison went crash. He immediately tried to sit up and shake it off, but the thing came at him, ugly teeth showing.

"What the hell did they get me into?!" He tried to kick, but he was still a bit shocked from the crash. And let's face it, he's the hacker not the hitter. The vampire, though he didn't know it was one, grabbed him up off his feet and pinned him back to the Dumpster, then began to move in on his neck. "Hey man hey!"

This was one of the last things Michael wanted to do, but he had no choice. Despite Maddie's protests, he got in his car and drove all night.

He had made a mistake; one he wasn't ready to fess up to. He and Sam were working a job that got dicey. They needed Fiona. They had needed her from the get go, but she wasn't around. And I'm her absence the job unraveled and Sam got shot.

Mike stayed in town until Sam was out of the hospital and recouperating on Maddie's couch before he left to solve his problem.

He needed Fi. The problem with that? She had gotten annoyed with him and his lack of answers about their relationship and taken off on a trip with her new best friend, Tara. A grifter and a thief. Someone who knew how to stay hidden. Both women did, so them as a team was just impossible. He had no idea where Fi was or how to find her, and she wasn't returning her calls. He wasn't even sure she knew Sam had been shot.

So he took the last option he had left. He parked after the long drive and went up to the front door. He thought about turning away, but knocked instead. When the door opened he took a very deep breath. This was so hard for him to say.

"Lois, I need your help."

Edited 2012-08-06 03:36 (UTC)