8/10 Instance: Phantom Pains

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8/10 Instance: Phantom Pains

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Timelined after What Doesn't Kill You


<Fabian> Fabian was poking at his now very nice scar. "It's not as noticeable as I thought it'd be. I guess Anna's pretty thorough, isn't she? Still feels weird, though."

<Fabian> He was preoccupied with his poking as they made their way down to his room. "So, how much have I actually missed now that I'm not drugged to the gills anyway? Father's not done anything stupid, has he?"

<Cecilia> "I think your step-mother's keeping him on a tight leash," Cecilia said, smiling a little as Fabian inspected his stomach. "I've not seen him or heard from him since you transferred here but maybe he's just moved onto bothering Charles."

<Cecilia> She frowned a little worriedly. "Weird?" she repeated. "How so?" She shrugged. "You missed a bit of a clusterfuck in Rio the other day but I didn't think you'd prefer to fight giant bugs again so..."

<Fabian> "Just a little...twingy I guess." Fabian poked at it again and shrugged. "Yeah, I definitely am glad to miss more bugs. How did it go though?" He really, really hoped his father was keeping to himself in the hotel but Fabian was pretty sure his hopes didn't amount to much.

<Cecilia> "Well quit poking it then!" Cecilia said snorting. "Jesus, you keep messing with it and you wonder why it's bothering you." She sighed heavily. "Ugh, I guess it went alright. I'm just a bit frustrated how irrational people can be when their loved ones are potentially in danger."

<Fabian> Fabian looked to Cecilia and smirked just a little bit.

<Cecilia> Cecilia's lips twisted helplessly. "Oh shut up," she said, smacking his arm. "I held up pretty good for someone who lost their father to a gunshot wound and I was able to make rational decisions. Who's idea do you think it was to go to a hospital instead of trying to haul ass back here, hm?"

<Fabian> "Lukas still had to give you a quick smack though. Sometimes people have trouble with such things...and need a good kick in the ass to work. I love you but I'm afraid I'm probably not one of those types of people." He pulled a face. "I hope never to have to find that out, however."

<Cecilia> "I hope you don't either, for both our sake." She yanked the door to Fabian and Walt's room open. "I can't imagine you being that way either but I don't think that's something you can guarantee until something actually happens. You might be very upset if you knew I could be dying."

<Fabian> "I didn't say I wouldn't be upset, Cee. You know that." He frowned a bit at the idea that she had equated the two at all. "Well, at least it looks like we've got the place to ourselves for a while, yes?"

<Cecilia> "Looks like," she said, throwing off her shoes and flopping face down onto the bed. "I know, I didn't think you wouldn't be. I just don't think you'd show it the same way I do. I can't picture you crying as much."

<Fabian> Fabian sat down beside her, letting out a relieved sigh to be at home. "What do you picture me doing, then?" He asked, smirking down at her curiously.

<Cecilia> Cecilia shrugged and rolled onto her back, resting her hands behind her head. "I dunno...I guess I'd expect you to be a little more tense and snappish than usual. Maybe getting a little worried...nothing too extreme, really."

<Fabian> "...so you think I'd get my man PMS basically?" Fabian couldn't keep the chuckle in.

<Cecilia> "Am I wrong?" she said, raising an eyebrow and chuckling a little with him. "PMS is a very serious issue, or at least it is for me."

<Fabian> "I'd like to think that it'd be a bit more serious than that. I'm not completely emotionally constipated, you know."

<Panic> Cecilia smiled and took one of his hands in her own. "That means a lot to me," she said, running her thumb over his knuckles. "You're gross, too."

<Fabian> "I'm charmingly gross...and you know you've probably said those exact words about me, too." He stuck his tongue out at her, leaning back into the bed.

<Panic> "Put that back where it belongs," she snorted, shuffling over and putting an arm around him. "I've said a lot of things about you but I've never said the words 'charmingly gross.'"

<Panic> Cecilia studied him for a moment. "Do you have a war wound, then? Or do Anna's healing abilities get rid of those? I've always wondered."

<Fabian> "I meant emotionally constipated." He chuckled and put his tongue back where it should go...although there were more interesting places to put it. "War wound? Well, the scar is there anyway so does that count?"

<Panic> "Can I see?" she asked, propping her head up on one hand. "Yeah, that's what I meant by 'war wound,' a scar."

<Fabian> "Of course." Fabian laughed and pulled up his shirt. There it was faintly looking back at her, not nearly as serious looking as it should probably be.

<Panic> "Mm," Cecilia said, studying it. "Almost looks like nothing ever happened, yeah?" She laughed. "And here I thought you'd look real gangster with your tattoos and giant scar!"

<Panic> She flopped back down, chuckling. "I think mine are uglier."

<Fabian> "I don't think anyone could ever say that I actually looked gangster. I am far, far too white and uppity to pass for real." He shook his head at her suggestion of hers being uglier as well. "I like them."

<Panic> "Not gangster like you'd see in my old 'hood," Cecilia agreed. "Maybe more in the manner of 'Good Fellas' or 'Scarface.'" She looked a bit surprised. "You like 'em? That's weird, you can't even see the ones on the back of my head through my 'fro." There was the scar she'd gotten from Hisako's sword though, that was visible, but that didn't have as interesting a story in her opinion.

<Fabian> "Doesn't mean I don't like them...and now I'm just imagining myself as Joe Peshi and I don't know why I do these things to myself." Fabian pulled a face and tried to push the thought out of his mind. Laughing still hurt even though he had went down for healing. Maybe that feeling wasn't even fully real.

<Panic> "Are you sure you're alright?" she asked, concerned as Fabian seemed to wince. "Are you still in pain?"

<Fabian> "I'm okay, just feels funny. I mean, I had a stitched up hole just a bit ago so this is nothing."

<Panic> Cecilia frowned. "There shouldn't be any pain...but nerves are a funny thing. I don't know if cellular regeneration powers can necessarily fix that sorta damage entirely." She thought for awhile about other possible causes for lingering pain. "It could be psychosomatic pain, I get that all the time with my powers. If that's the case then you might be in for a hard time, Fabi. There's not much you can do for that except deal."

<Fabian> "I'm sure it'll fade in time. It's still pretty fresh even if it doesn't look it, after all." Fabian assured her, shifting a bit to give her a kiss. "I'm fine. Don't worry any more, okay?"

<Panic> "Yeah... I'll do that," she snorted, thinking that request a bit unrealistic. She sighed a little. "It's not easy for me not to worry about the people I care about, but I'll try not to mother you too much, alright?"

<Fabian> "It'd be pretty weird to have you mothering me. I don't think I'd know how to even take such a thing because I'm used to Jacinta's styling on that topic. I just don't want you to wear yourself out doing so, yeah?"

<Panic> "I have a spectacular amount of energy," Cecilia pointed out. "But for your sake I'll try to relax...and the picture of Jacinta's mothering style is quite something in my mind."

<Fabian> "What are you imagining? I'll tell you how accurate it is." Fabian chuckled, ready to hear this.

<Panic> Cecilia chuckled. "Hm, lessee...I picture her being really practical, no nonsense...sorta tough-love and a lot sarcasm mixed in there. I can't imagine her being the sorta person a kid would run to for a cuddle but I can imagine someone wanting to be around her if that makes sense. Oh, I also think she dragged you shopping with her...am I right?"

<Fabian> "Well...you're not wrong...my God, I'm Jacinta Junior half the time, aren't I?" Fabian wasn't sure what to make of this realization but was all ready starting to accept it.

<Cecilia> Cecilia felt quite pleased about this, beaming happily. "I figured. Is that such a bad thing? You could be like your father...or your mother, whatever she's like."

<Fabian> "Oh, Cecilia. She's boring. I could never be boring." Fabian shook his head, scoffing at the idea.

<Cecilia> "How do you know?" she asked, a bit curious as to where Fabian was getting his information. "You've spent less than a few hours with her your whole life. What do you really know about her?"

<Fabian> "You don't understand, Cee, it was like everything interesting was just sucked up into nothingness. I found nature thrilling at that point. You know my feelings about nature."

<Cecilia> Cecilia almost started telling him that his perceptions at twelve were not likely the most accurate and it was a bit much to expect your biological mother who gave you away to entertain you when they weren't expecting to see you again but she stopped herself. She had nothing but contempt for this woman and what she'd done, why bother defending her? "Well, I'm glad my first impression was enough to keep you coming 'round," she said wryly.

<Fabian> Fabian saw what he saw and he wasn't going to go back on his conclusion whatsoever. "Well, you did scare the hell out of me when I woke up so I suppose I couldn't say I was bored." He answered back just as wryly.

<Cecilia> "I scare everybody, including myself sometimes." This was a fact, Cecilia thought, but not one she was entirely unhappy with. It was good to have a healthy amount of fear attached to your person. "I suppose I've become a little less so overtime though...now I feel less like a rapid dog more than I do a mama wolf."

<Fabian> "So am I frightening?" Fabian had never really considered that aspect of himself before and found himself curious.

<Cecilia> Cecilia considered this for a moment. "I think you can come off as intimidating to certain people and those who don't know you. You've a certain presence or moxy that makes people care about your opinion," she admitted. "Then again, that doesn't really help you against bitches like me that don't give a shit what anybody thinks."

<Fabian> "You so care about what I think...I suppose I just wormed my way into your affections hard enough that you'd care." Fabian poked her shoulder gently, sure that this was true now.

<Cecilia> "Hmph," she said. "I do - I always did - and I never shoulda let you know 'cause you get away with murder 'cause of it." She raised an eyebrow at the poke and returned the gesture on his arm. "You didn't have to try very hard. It was less like worming and more like walking through an open door. Even though I tried to keep you out."

<Fabian> "Now don't make it out like I abuse my ability to get away with murder." Fabian gave her a pout but chuckled again despite the weird feeling it gave him. "What can I say? I do have my talents."

<Cecilia> "Yeah, yeah, you're amazing - " Cecilia chuckled, waving a hand about " - at talking about yourself."

<Fabian> Fabian just silently preened, looking quite pleased with himself albeit tired.

<Cecilia> Cecilia sighed. "Should I leave you to sleep then? You look like my father used to after shift work...which isn't a good thing," she clarified, fairly sure the Spaniard hadn't known anyone who did shift work in his life of privilege. "It might help with the pain."

<Fabian> "You're going to ditch me to the company of Walt when he gets back?" Fabian went into pouting again although he was too amused to pull it off.

<Cecilia> Cecilia was beginning to believe she was a sucker 'cause the next words outta her mouth were: "Well...I don't have anything to do. If you want I could chill with you."

<Cecilia> "And I thought Wally was sorta coming 'round to you."

<Fabian> "I think so but I'm too tired to test the broody waters." Fabian admitted, pulling himself up to his pillow and motioning for her to join him.

<Cecilia> "Y'know, I'm glad you took the healing," Cecilia said, shifting and settling herself down close to him. "It'd be really weird sleeping on my own now. I've kinda gotten used to staying with you with all the sleep walking stuff and from over the summer."

<Fabian> "The sooner I'm healed the sooner I can do something, too. I can just imagine father hanging over me giving me the evil eye as I recovered."

<Cecilia> "Maybe it wasn't such a good idea though," she pointed out. "If you still had a hole in your stomach you could just pretend you're not feeling well and McCoy would kick him out."

<Fabian> Fabian considered that point but shook his head. "Avoiding father giving me the evil eye isn't my only motivation now. I think I made the right choice."

<Cecilia> "...you're still thinking about going after your sister again, aren't you?" Cecilia said, her back going rigid. Not liking that idea, not so soon after all this shit. "That's..."

<Fabian> "What else am I going to do, Cee? Next time, though, it'll hopefully be in a better position. It's not exactly a big advantage having to tackle her out of a prison transport."

<Cecilia> "Just...let someone else do it?" she tried, knowing that wasn't really gonna fly but saying it regardless. Twice in a span of one year he'd come close to death and Cecilia wasn't so keen to try for a third. Not right now. "We can't guarantee a better position. I mean, we had a SHIELD escort that time and professional medical evac and they still failed us. All the resources in the world can't help you sometimes, you know that."

<Fabian> "I'm not talking about resources, Cee, I'm talking about an actual better set-up for the fight...preferably where she has no idea where I'm actually at for the attack. And letting someone else do it? How many people here are actually going to want to help her?"

<Cecilia> "I've been there the entire time haven't I?" Cecilia said. "I wanna help her, believe it or not, 'cause she matters to you and you're gonna need all the help you can get with her. I've learned from my mistakes with Clarice. I'm not gonna lash out at her even enough I've got every reason to hate her, 'cause she's someone you care about."

<Cecilia> She closed her eyes at the mention of a trap for Anna-Maria, her brows knitting together. Yeah it was a sound idea and it would give them the advantage of surprise this time but...she just wasn't happy at the idea of him being out there again so soon.

<Fabian> "You, me, Lukas since he'd know what I'd think if he didn't and maybe a handful of people. I'd just feel better being out there."

<Cecilia> "I get that," she said, sighing a little. "After all you're gonna have a hell of a time getting people to leave her alone if we have her here for even a short amount of time. There's still a few horsemen that gotta a bone to pick with her and I'm sure she won't put up with as much shit as you did nor will she be especially sorry about what went down."
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<Fabian> "I'm trying to go to sleep soon, don't give me nightmares." Fabian mostly joked as he complained but he was cringing at the idea of his sister versus everyone at the school. It would not be pretty at all.

<Cecilia> "I won't let people beat on her," Cecilia said, taking a hold of his shoulders. "I'm probably in no position to have any say how things go but I won't. I won't make the same mistake twice. You won't be alone defending her, Fab. I promise."

<Fabian> "...well people can beat on her some. I just want her actually away from whatever this is." Fabian admitted with a sigh.

<Cecilia> Cecilia nodded. "I know. We'll get her back. Just wait and see."
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