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Trevor: *watches @microwaveHobo leave* Well, you’ve got the overprotective Ma bit down, Amy.
Amy: …I…*this is almost guilt*
Trevor: *headshake* Amy…what the hell is this? Why’re you treating Luke like he’s a fragile little birdy?
Amy: Maybe you’ve missed the fact that we’ve got nasties who want him to be their little Precious.
Trevor: *This face O.o* What the hell are you talking about?
Amy: Unseelies want him.
Trevor: *speechless, drags her into an empty conference room, checks all the cameras are off, then yells* HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?!
Amy: *growls, tugging her arm away* First off, don’t fuckin’ yell at me; you know I hate that shit. Second, Nathan told me.
Trevor: *he’s pacing, not giving a fuck if he pissed her off* He TOLD you? He’s under a code of silence. He can’t just tell you anything. It breaks the code. *swears in every language he knows* Amy…Have the Unseelie made a move for power yet? *fuck the spoilers*
Amy: I don’t remember how it came out! We were talking about Luke and I told him I’d seen something drag him under the fridge and he had told me about those…goblin things, and somehow we got to Unseelies. Nathan said something about new knights the other day. And…Trevor what the fuck is goin’ on? *stressing more now*
Trevor: *list, he needs his list. Needs to organize. Needs to plan, OCD attack!* What about the Knights? *new list, fuck it!*
Amy: I don’t know! He said he lost his Knights and now he said the bonds have been reforged or something, and he asked about the random cravings that weren’t mine last night…I don’t know. I don’t know, Trevor.
Trevor: *shockface* Amy…did Nathan get the wards on the island in the Caribbean before Ma and Dad went there?
Amy: I don’t know what that means.
Trevor: Are Ma and Dad safe? That’s what I need to know. Does…Nathan know…about them? *Damn spoilers rule!*
Amy: About who? I don’t know what he knows, Trev! *frustrated*
Trevor: *he sits in the floor, angry & frustrated* You…need to ask him direct questions. It’s the way to bypass the Fae Knight vows.
Amy: I know that. It’s the only way he’ll tell me anything anymore, but I don’t know what I’m supposed to ask!
Trevor: *headshake* I know…I know. That’s why this is so hard. *decided to lay it out on the line* There are rules about me being here. About @tardisthomas and @magical_stella being here. We can’t force events into happening. It could create a paradox.
Amy: Wait, I thought @magical_stella was just a new employ—aw, shit. She almost called Jack Dad, and why the hell is her name Lala? Anyway, not forcing shit, just…I am fuckin’ scared for the makeshift family we got here, Trev. What the fuck is goin’ on?
Trevor: I have no idea, she’s always like that. Picked up a little too much of Ma’s mania or something. *he stands up and takes her hands in his* Amy, this IS scary. Everything is going to change…soon. Dad always said it’s the 21st century when EVERYTHING changes, but he’d never tell us HOW. That’s what Thom and I have been trying to figure out since he got here.
Amy: I need Mutt ta get those new bullets done, an’ I need everyone ta be ready to shoot to kill if anything tries ta mess with us, but no one but me is willin’ ta do that! *frustrated as HELL*
Trevor: *stares* Nathan’s behind that plan? Cause…that doesn’t sound like him.
Amy: He’s behind the upgraded rounds, but as far as shootin’ ta kill…no, he’s not.
Trevor: *nods gently, silently, processing this* You gotta listen to him, Amy. He’s trained to deal with this kind of thing.
Amy: It’s my default response, an’ it works. *soft*
Trevor: Listening to Nathan’s your default response? *blinks* …that doesn’t sound like –you.-
Amy: …NO. Shoot first, ask questions later.
Trevor: …How’s that working out for you?
Amy: Perfectly, just like it always does. *grumbled*
Trevor: Uh huh…you sure you don’t want to add a ‘terrible’ to the end of that?
Amy: *almost innocently* Why would I do that?
Trevor: *eyebrow* Spoilers…
Amy: Tough. Spill.
Trevor: *huffs* You’ve already gotten dragged in by IA. When are you gonna learn, Amy? You need to stop and…think.
Amy: That’s not spoiler-y at all. What’re you hidin’ from me, brat?
Trevor: *deadpan* Ask your husband, Amy.
Amy: Ask him –what?-
Trevor: *annoyed sigh* ‘Nathan, tell me about the Fae War. In detail. Now, thank you!’ That work for ya? *so pissed off right now*
Amy: *pointy finger of doom* Don’t get smart with me, Trevor Harkness. Unlike you, I don’t have the benefit of knowin’ the future.
Trevor: It’s not a benefit, trust me.
Amy: Isn’t it? You know what’s goin’ on. Why the hell can’t –you- handle this shit?
Trevor: You don’t think I’m trying! *glare* I am. Thomas and I have been trying like hell to set things right but NO ONE is helping us because you people are all so wrapped up in your own petty little affairs *stresses that word* to realize the world’s about 5 seconds from being destroyed if you odn’t pull your heads out of your asses and do something about it!
Amy: *ohgod, the GLARE he gets for stressing that word* I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M SUPPOSED TO DO! Alright? I don’t –fucking- know.
Trevor: I can’t make you do anything! I can’t influence time. There are rules. All I can tell you is talk to Nathan. He’s the key.
Amy: I’m not asking you to make me do shit. Point me, guide me, do something fuckin’ useful if you wanna see this resolved, that’s it.
Trevor: How much clearer can I be? Ask Nathan to tell you about the Fae War!
Amy: I got that! Christ, I’m not fuckin’ stupid. But in general? If you got a better plan than the one I’m workin’ with? –Tell me.-
Trevor: I don’t…I wish I did. I wish the fucking Doctor would have given Thom something more on this but he didn’t.
Amy: Great. So you just know how it’s s’posed ta turn out. Nate doesn’t say –anything.- If it’s not specific and direct, I don’t get answers.
Trevor: I don’t know anymore, now. Things that should have happened by now haven’t, and things that weren’t supposed to happen have.
Amy: Care ta be more specific?
Trevor: *lowers his voice* We’ve been trying ot get into Dad’s files for days, but they’re locked down. Hard. We can’t get in. But as we were looking for his file, we found Ma’s, and Nathan’s. *looks her dead in the eyes* and yours. *headshake* Amy…I’ve seen injuries like what happened to you before. *swallows hard* How…did you make ‘Him’ come out like that?
Amy: *narrows her eyes, folding her arms across her chest* My anger and empathy fueled Him, and there was…an incident. I got my hits in. I’m fine. Logan’s left nastier marks on me than he did.
Trevor: Normal people are not supposed to be able to do that. Dad has…walls. Not even Abe can get through them. How’d you do it?
Amy: I don’t know, Trevor. It just happened. I was pissed after a fight with Red, Jack took –that tone- with me…it just happened.
Trevor: *frowns thoughtfully* He uses that tone on Ma every day. And Red pisses you off all the time… *headshake* No…something else had to have happened. That…incident was not supposed to happen. It’s –new.- It…changed. Time changed.
Amy: I dunno what happened in your time line, so I can’t tell ya what changed. *frowning* I wouldn’t back down. I refused ta back down.
Trevor: That sounds just like you…What did he say when you wouldn’t back down?
Amy: *closes her eyes, trying to remember* He said…”Stand down, Agent. Don’t test me. I can kill you in the blink of an eye,” or somethin’ like that, an’ then his eyes did the gold thing and it was…fight time.
Trevor: *WTF face* …That…doesn’t sound like him. At all. –Ever.-
Amy: *shrugs* It was a bad night. Red found out I’d gotten married to Nathan, which pissed him off; he found out the –circumstances- of the wedding, ‘n’ that pissed ‘im off more. He started yellin’ shit about Faith, which pissed –me- off more, an’ eventually I stormed off ‘n’ found Jack, an’ there ya go. He was bein’ too –bosslike- for no real reason.
Trevor: *another WTF face* He IS your boss, Amy. He’s got every right to act like A BOSS.
Amy: *facepalm* There’s a difference between bein’ my boss an’ bein’ an asshole an’ givin’ orders just ta be an asshole.
Trevor : Isn’t it kinda like being a complete bitch when you have no real reason to? *pointed glare*
Amy: It’s how I am all the time, Trevor. I don’t pick an’ choose.
Trevor: Neither did Dad! *defensive and angry* You haven’t seen what being like he is does to him. You haven’t seen what we’ve seen.
Amy: Not like he really gives anyone the chance ta see it, does ‘e? Always so closed off an’ locked inside himself.
Trevor: *eyebrow, then snorts* Pot…meet Kettle.
Amy: ‘Scuse me?
Trevor: You’re one to call someone closed off. *simply* You put on the big tough girl act so nobody can get in, and when someone’s stupid enough to push through it, you push back so hard things get…broken. Every time. *he hates to say it, but…it’s true*
Amy: *she shakes her head, frowning* ‘Snot true. M’adopting Luke. Had to let him in. Haven’t pushed anyone away lately.
Trevor: *tough love, Trevor. It’s the only way* You’re already treating him like he’s a little baby you can coddle and…fix!
Amy: He’s broken, Trevor! We’re a bunch of broken creatures!
Trevor: *angry headshake* BROKEN PEOPLE CAN’T FIX OTHER BROKEN PEOPLE!
Amy: *icy* Watch me. It’s gonna get better. We’re gonna be –fine.-
Trevor: Fine, huh? *slow nod* I hope you’re right, Amy. I hope things can…change.
Amy: What, is it bad in your future?
Trevor: *headshakes* Not as bad as it is here…now.
Amy: We’ll make it work. We’ll fix all of this.">Amy: …I…*this is almost guilt*
Trevor: *headshake* Amy…what the hell is this? Why’re you treating Luke like he’s a fragile little birdy?
Amy: Maybe you’ve missed the fact that we’ve got nasties who want him to be their little Precious.
Trevor: *This face O.o* What the hell are you talking about?
Amy: Unseelies want him.
Trevor: *speechless, drags her into an empty conference room, checks all the cameras are off, then yells* HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?!
Amy: *growls, tugging her arm away* First off, don’t fuckin’ yell at me; you know I hate that shit. Second, Nathan told me.
Trevor: *he’s pacing, not giving a fuck if he pissed her off* He TOLD you? He’s under a code of silence. He can’t just tell you anything. It breaks the code. *swears in every language he knows* Amy…Have the Unseelie made a move for power yet? *fuck the spoilers*
Amy: I don’t remember how it came out! We were talking about Luke and I told him I’d seen something drag him under the fridge and he had told me about those…goblin things, and somehow we got to Unseelies. Nathan said something about new knights the other day. And…Trevor what the fuck is goin’ on? *stressing more now*
Trevor: *list, he needs his list. Needs to organize. Needs to plan, OCD attack!* What about the Knights? *new list, fuck it!*
Amy: I don’t know! He said he lost his Knights and now he said the bonds have been reforged or something, and he asked about the random cravings that weren’t mine last night…I don’t know. I don’t know, Trevor.
Trevor: *shockface* Amy…did Nathan get the wards on the island in the Caribbean before Ma and Dad went there?
Amy: I don’t know what that means.
Trevor: Are Ma and Dad safe? That’s what I need to know. Does…Nathan know…about them? *Damn spoilers rule!*
Amy: About who? I don’t know what he knows, Trev! *frustrated*
Trevor: *he sits in the floor, angry & frustrated* You…need to ask him direct questions. It’s the way to bypass the Fae Knight vows.
Amy: I know that. It’s the only way he’ll tell me anything anymore, but I don’t know what I’m supposed to ask!
Trevor: *headshake* I know…I know. That’s why this is so hard. *decided to lay it out on the line* There are rules about me being here. About @tardisthomas and @magical_stella being here. We can’t force events into happening. It could create a paradox.
Amy: Wait, I thought @magical_stella was just a new employ—aw, shit. She almost called Jack Dad, and why the hell is her name Lala? Anyway, not forcing shit, just…I am fuckin’ scared for the makeshift family we got here, Trev. What the fuck is goin’ on?
Trevor: I have no idea, she’s always like that. Picked up a little too much of Ma’s mania or something. *he stands up and takes her hands in his* Amy, this IS scary. Everything is going to change…soon. Dad always said it’s the 21st century when EVERYTHING changes, but he’d never tell us HOW. That’s what Thom and I have been trying to figure out since he got here.
Amy: I need Mutt ta get those new bullets done, an’ I need everyone ta be ready to shoot to kill if anything tries ta mess with us, but no one but me is willin’ ta do that! *frustrated as HELL*
Trevor: *stares* Nathan’s behind that plan? Cause…that doesn’t sound like him.
Amy: He’s behind the upgraded rounds, but as far as shootin’ ta kill…no, he’s not.
Trevor: *nods gently, silently, processing this* You gotta listen to him, Amy. He’s trained to deal with this kind of thing.
Amy: It’s my default response, an’ it works. *soft*
Trevor: Listening to Nathan’s your default response? *blinks* …that doesn’t sound like –you.-
Amy: …NO. Shoot first, ask questions later.
Trevor: …How’s that working out for you?
Amy: Perfectly, just like it always does. *grumbled*
Trevor: Uh huh…you sure you don’t want to add a ‘terrible’ to the end of that?
Amy: *almost innocently* Why would I do that?
Trevor: *eyebrow* Spoilers…
Amy: Tough. Spill.
Trevor: *huffs* You’ve already gotten dragged in by IA. When are you gonna learn, Amy? You need to stop and…think.
Amy: That’s not spoiler-y at all. What’re you hidin’ from me, brat?
Trevor: *deadpan* Ask your husband, Amy.
Amy: Ask him –what?-
Trevor: *annoyed sigh* ‘Nathan, tell me about the Fae War. In detail. Now, thank you!’ That work for ya? *so pissed off right now*
Amy: *pointy finger of doom* Don’t get smart with me, Trevor Harkness. Unlike you, I don’t have the benefit of knowin’ the future.
Trevor: It’s not a benefit, trust me.
Amy: Isn’t it? You know what’s goin’ on. Why the hell can’t –you- handle this shit?
Trevor: You don’t think I’m trying! *glare* I am. Thomas and I have been trying like hell to set things right but NO ONE is helping us because you people are all so wrapped up in your own petty little affairs *stresses that word* to realize the world’s about 5 seconds from being destroyed if you odn’t pull your heads out of your asses and do something about it!
Amy: *ohgod, the GLARE he gets for stressing that word* I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M SUPPOSED TO DO! Alright? I don’t –fucking- know.
Trevor: I can’t make you do anything! I can’t influence time. There are rules. All I can tell you is talk to Nathan. He’s the key.
Amy: I’m not asking you to make me do shit. Point me, guide me, do something fuckin’ useful if you wanna see this resolved, that’s it.
Trevor: How much clearer can I be? Ask Nathan to tell you about the Fae War!
Amy: I got that! Christ, I’m not fuckin’ stupid. But in general? If you got a better plan than the one I’m workin’ with? –Tell me.-
Trevor: I don’t…I wish I did. I wish the fucking Doctor would have given Thom something more on this but he didn’t.
Amy: Great. So you just know how it’s s’posed ta turn out. Nate doesn’t say –anything.- If it’s not specific and direct, I don’t get answers.
Trevor: I don’t know anymore, now. Things that should have happened by now haven’t, and things that weren’t supposed to happen have.
Amy: Care ta be more specific?
Trevor: *lowers his voice* We’ve been trying ot get into Dad’s files for days, but they’re locked down. Hard. We can’t get in. But as we were looking for his file, we found Ma’s, and Nathan’s. *looks her dead in the eyes* and yours. *headshake* Amy…I’ve seen injuries like what happened to you before. *swallows hard* How…did you make ‘Him’ come out like that?
Amy: *narrows her eyes, folding her arms across her chest* My anger and empathy fueled Him, and there was…an incident. I got my hits in. I’m fine. Logan’s left nastier marks on me than he did.
Trevor: Normal people are not supposed to be able to do that. Dad has…walls. Not even Abe can get through them. How’d you do it?
Amy: I don’t know, Trevor. It just happened. I was pissed after a fight with Red, Jack took –that tone- with me…it just happened.
Trevor: *frowns thoughtfully* He uses that tone on Ma every day. And Red pisses you off all the time… *headshake* No…something else had to have happened. That…incident was not supposed to happen. It’s –new.- It…changed. Time changed.
Amy: I dunno what happened in your time line, so I can’t tell ya what changed. *frowning* I wouldn’t back down. I refused ta back down.
Trevor: That sounds just like you…What did he say when you wouldn’t back down?
Amy: *closes her eyes, trying to remember* He said…”Stand down, Agent. Don’t test me. I can kill you in the blink of an eye,” or somethin’ like that, an’ then his eyes did the gold thing and it was…fight time.
Trevor: *WTF face* …That…doesn’t sound like him. At all. –Ever.-
Amy: *shrugs* It was a bad night. Red found out I’d gotten married to Nathan, which pissed him off; he found out the –circumstances- of the wedding, ‘n’ that pissed ‘im off more. He started yellin’ shit about Faith, which pissed –me- off more, an’ eventually I stormed off ‘n’ found Jack, an’ there ya go. He was bein’ too –bosslike- for no real reason.
Trevor: *another WTF face* He IS your boss, Amy. He’s got every right to act like A BOSS.
Amy: *facepalm* There’s a difference between bein’ my boss an’ bein’ an asshole an’ givin’ orders just ta be an asshole.
Trevor : Isn’t it kinda like being a complete bitch when you have no real reason to? *pointed glare*
Amy: It’s how I am all the time, Trevor. I don’t pick an’ choose.
Trevor: Neither did Dad! *defensive and angry* You haven’t seen what being like he is does to him. You haven’t seen what we’ve seen.
Amy: Not like he really gives anyone the chance ta see it, does ‘e? Always so closed off an’ locked inside himself.
Trevor: *eyebrow, then snorts* Pot…meet Kettle.
Amy: ‘Scuse me?
Trevor: You’re one to call someone closed off. *simply* You put on the big tough girl act so nobody can get in, and when someone’s stupid enough to push through it, you push back so hard things get…broken. Every time. *he hates to say it, but…it’s true*
Amy: *she shakes her head, frowning* ‘Snot true. M’adopting Luke. Had to let him in. Haven’t pushed anyone away lately.
Trevor: *tough love, Trevor. It’s the only way* You’re already treating him like he’s a little baby you can coddle and…fix!
Amy: He’s broken, Trevor! We’re a bunch of broken creatures!
Trevor: *angry headshake* BROKEN PEOPLE CAN’T FIX OTHER BROKEN PEOPLE!
Amy: *icy* Watch me. It’s gonna get better. We’re gonna be –fine.-
Trevor: Fine, huh? *slow nod* I hope you’re right, Amy. I hope things can…change.
Amy: What, is it bad in your future?
Trevor: *headshakes* Not as bad as it is here…now.
Amy: We’ll make it work. We’ll fix all of this.
keep_them_safe)Trevor: *watches @microwaveHobo leave* Well, you’ve got the overprotective Ma bit down, Amy.
Amy: …I…*this is almost guilt*
Trevor: *headshake* Amy…what the hell is this? Why’re you treating Luke like he’s a fragile little birdy?
Amy: Maybe you’ve missed the fact that we’ve got nasties who want him to be their little Precious.
Trevor: *This face O.o* What the hell are you talking about?
Amy: Unseelies want him.
Trevor: *speechless, drags her into an empty conference room, checks all the cameras are off, then yells* HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?!
Amy: *growls, tugging her arm away* First off, don’t fuckin’ yell at me; you know I hate that shit. Second, Nathan told me.
Trevor: *he’s pacing, not giving a fuck if he pissed her off* He TOLD you? He’s under a code of silence. He can’t just tell you anything. It breaks the code. *swears in every language he knows* Amy…Have the Unseelie made a move for power yet? *fuck the spoilers*
Amy: I don’t remember how it came out! We were talking about Luke and I told him I’d seen something drag him under the fridge and he had told me about those…goblin things, and somehow we got to Unseelies. Nathan said something about new knights the other day. And…Trevor what the fuck is goin’ on? *stressing more now*
Trevor: *list, he needs his list. Needs to organize. Needs to plan, OCD attack!* What about the Knights? *new list, fuck it!*
Amy: I don’t know! He said he lost his Knights and now he said the bonds have been reforged or something, and he asked about the random cravings that weren’t mine last night…I don’t know. I don’t know, Trevor.
Trevor: *shockface* Amy…did Nathan get the wards on the island in the Caribbean before Ma and Dad went there?
Amy: I don’t know what that means.
Trevor: Are Ma and Dad safe? That’s what I need to know. Does…Nathan know…about them? *Damn spoilers rule!*
Amy: About who? I don’t know what he knows, Trev! *frustrated*
Trevor: *he sits in the floor, angry & frustrated* You…need to ask him direct questions. It’s the way to bypass the Fae Knight vows.
Amy: I know that. It’s the only way he’ll tell me anything anymore, but I don’t know what I’m supposed to ask!
Trevor: *headshake* I know…I know. That’s why this is so hard. *decided to lay it out on the line* There are rules about me being here. About @tardisthomas and @magical_stella being here. We can’t force events into happening. It could create a paradox.
Amy: Wait, I thought @magical_stella was just a new employ—aw, shit. She almost called Jack Dad, and why the hell is her name Lala? Anyway, not forcing shit, just…I am fuckin’ scared for the makeshift family we got here, Trev. What the fuck is goin’ on?
Trevor: I have no idea, she’s always like that. Picked up a little too much of Ma’s mania or something. *he stands up and takes her hands in his* Amy, this IS scary. Everything is going to change…soon. Dad always said it’s the 21st century when EVERYTHING changes, but he’d never tell us HOW. That’s what Thom and I have been trying to figure out since he got here.
Amy: I need Mutt ta get those new bullets done, an’ I need everyone ta be ready to shoot to kill if anything tries ta mess with us, but no one but me is willin’ ta do that! *frustrated as HELL*
Trevor: *stares* Nathan’s behind that plan? Cause…that doesn’t sound like him.
Amy: He’s behind the upgraded rounds, but as far as shootin’ ta kill…no, he’s not.
Trevor: *nods gently, silently, processing this* You gotta listen to him, Amy. He’s trained to deal with this kind of thing.
Amy: It’s my default response, an’ it works. *soft*
Trevor: Listening to Nathan’s your default response? *blinks* …that doesn’t sound like –you.-
Amy: …NO. Shoot first, ask questions later.
Trevor: …How’s that working out for you?
Amy: Perfectly, just like it always does. *grumbled*
Trevor: Uh huh…you sure you don’t want to add a ‘terrible’ to the end of that?
Amy: *almost innocently* Why would I do that?
Trevor: *eyebrow* Spoilers…
Amy: Tough. Spill.
Trevor: *huffs* You’ve already gotten dragged in by IA. When are you gonna learn, Amy? You need to stop and…think.
Amy: That’s not spoiler-y at all. What’re you hidin’ from me, brat?
Trevor: *deadpan* Ask your husband, Amy.
Amy: Ask him –what?-
Trevor: *annoyed sigh* ‘Nathan, tell me about the Fae War. In detail. Now, thank you!’ That work for ya? *so pissed off right now*
Amy: *pointy finger of doom* Don’t get smart with me, Trevor Harkness. Unlike you, I don’t have the benefit of knowin’ the future.
Trevor: It’s not a benefit, trust me.
Amy: Isn’t it? You know what’s goin’ on. Why the hell can’t –you- handle this shit?
Trevor: You don’t think I’m trying! *glare* I am. Thomas and I have been trying like hell to set things right but NO ONE is helping us because you people are all so wrapped up in your own petty little affairs *stresses that word* to realize the world’s about 5 seconds from being destroyed if you odn’t pull your heads out of your asses and do something about it!
Amy: *ohgod, the GLARE he gets for stressing that word* I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M SUPPOSED TO DO! Alright? I don’t –fucking- know.
Trevor: I can’t make you do anything! I can’t influence time. There are rules. All I can tell you is talk to Nathan. He’s the key.
Amy: I’m not asking you to make me do shit. Point me, guide me, do something fuckin’ useful if you wanna see this resolved, that’s it.
Trevor: How much clearer can I be? Ask Nathan to tell you about the Fae War!
Amy: I got that! Christ, I’m not fuckin’ stupid. But in general? If you got a better plan than the one I’m workin’ with? –Tell me.-
Trevor: I don’t…I wish I did. I wish the fucking Doctor would have given Thom something more on this but he didn’t.
Amy: Great. So you just know how it’s s’posed ta turn out. Nate doesn’t say –anything.- If it’s not specific and direct, I don’t get answers.
Trevor: I don’t know anymore, now. Things that should have happened by now haven’t, and things that weren’t supposed to happen have.
Amy: Care ta be more specific?
Trevor: *lowers his voice* We’ve been trying ot get into Dad’s files for days, but they’re locked down. Hard. We can’t get in. But as we were looking for his file, we found Ma’s, and Nathan’s. *looks her dead in the eyes* and yours. *headshake* Amy…I’ve seen injuries like what happened to you before. *swallows hard* How…did you make ‘Him’ come out like that?
Amy: *narrows her eyes, folding her arms across her chest* My anger and empathy fueled Him, and there was…an incident. I got my hits in. I’m fine. Logan’s left nastier marks on me than he did.
Trevor: Normal people are not supposed to be able to do that. Dad has…walls. Not even Abe can get through them. How’d you do it?
Amy: I don’t know, Trevor. It just happened. I was pissed after a fight with Red, Jack took –that tone- with me…it just happened.
Trevor: *frowns thoughtfully* He uses that tone on Ma every day. And Red pisses you off all the time… *headshake* No…something else had to have happened. That…incident was not supposed to happen. It’s –new.- It…changed. Time changed.
Amy: I dunno what happened in your time line, so I can’t tell ya what changed. *frowning* I wouldn’t back down. I refused ta back down.
Trevor: That sounds just like you…What did he say when you wouldn’t back down?
Amy: *closes her eyes, trying to remember* He said…”Stand down, Agent. Don’t test me. I can kill you in the blink of an eye,” or somethin’ like that, an’ then his eyes did the gold thing and it was…fight time.
Trevor: *WTF face* …That…doesn’t sound like him. At all. –Ever.-
Amy: *shrugs* It was a bad night. Red found out I’d gotten married to Nathan, which pissed him off; he found out the –circumstances- of the wedding, ‘n’ that pissed ‘im off more. He started yellin’ shit about Faith, which pissed –me- off more, an’ eventually I stormed off ‘n’ found Jack, an’ there ya go. He was bein’ too –bosslike- for no real reason.
Trevor: *another WTF face* He IS your boss, Amy. He’s got every right to act like A BOSS.
Amy: *facepalm* There’s a difference between bein’ my boss an’ bein’ an asshole an’ givin’ orders just ta be an asshole.
Trevor : Isn’t it kinda like being a complete bitch when you have no real reason to? *pointed glare*
Amy: It’s how I am all the time, Trevor. I don’t pick an’ choose.
Trevor: Neither did Dad! *defensive and angry* You haven’t seen what being like he is does to him. You haven’t seen what we’ve seen.
Amy: Not like he really gives anyone the chance ta see it, does ‘e? Always so closed off an’ locked inside himself.
Trevor: *eyebrow, then snorts* Pot…meet Kettle.
Amy: ‘Scuse me?
Trevor: You’re one to call someone closed off. *simply* You put on the big tough girl act so nobody can get in, and when someone’s stupid enough to push through it, you push back so hard things get…broken. Every time. *he hates to say it, but…it’s true*
Amy: *she shakes her head, frowning* ‘Snot true. M’adopting Luke. Had to let him in. Haven’t pushed anyone away lately.
Trevor: *tough love, Trevor. It’s the only way* You’re already treating him like he’s a little baby you can coddle and…fix!
Amy: He’s broken, Trevor! We’re a bunch of broken creatures!
Trevor: *angry headshake* BROKEN PEOPLE CAN’T FIX OTHER BROKEN PEOPLE!
Amy: *icy* Watch me. It’s gonna get better. We’re gonna be –fine.-
Trevor: Fine, huh? *slow nod* I hope you’re right, Amy. I hope things can…change.
Amy: What, is it bad in your future?
Trevor: *headshakes* Not as bad as it is here…now.
Amy: We’ll make it work. We’ll fix all of this.">Amy: …I…*this is almost guilt*
Trevor: *headshake* Amy…what the hell is this? Why’re you treating Luke like he’s a fragile little birdy?
Amy: Maybe you’ve missed the fact that we’ve got nasties who want him to be their little Precious.
Trevor: *This face O.o* What the hell are you talking about?
Amy: Unseelies want him.
Trevor: *speechless, drags her into an empty conference room, checks all the cameras are off, then yells* HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?!
Amy: *growls, tugging her arm away* First off, don’t fuckin’ yell at me; you know I hate that shit. Second, Nathan told me.
Trevor: *he’s pacing, not giving a fuck if he pissed her off* He TOLD you? He’s under a code of silence. He can’t just tell you anything. It breaks the code. *swears in every language he knows* Amy…Have the Unseelie made a move for power yet? *fuck the spoilers*
Amy: I don’t remember how it came out! We were talking about Luke and I told him I’d seen something drag him under the fridge and he had told me about those…goblin things, and somehow we got to Unseelies. Nathan said something about new knights the other day. And…Trevor what the fuck is goin’ on? *stressing more now*
Trevor: *list, he needs his list. Needs to organize. Needs to plan, OCD attack!* What about the Knights? *new list, fuck it!*
Amy: I don’t know! He said he lost his Knights and now he said the bonds have been reforged or something, and he asked about the random cravings that weren’t mine last night…I don’t know. I don’t know, Trevor.
Trevor: *shockface* Amy…did Nathan get the wards on the island in the Caribbean before Ma and Dad went there?
Amy: I don’t know what that means.
Trevor: Are Ma and Dad safe? That’s what I need to know. Does…Nathan know…about them? *Damn spoilers rule!*
Amy: About who? I don’t know what he knows, Trev! *frustrated*
Trevor: *he sits in the floor, angry & frustrated* You…need to ask him direct questions. It’s the way to bypass the Fae Knight vows.
Amy: I know that. It’s the only way he’ll tell me anything anymore, but I don’t know what I’m supposed to ask!
Trevor: *headshake* I know…I know. That’s why this is so hard. *decided to lay it out on the line* There are rules about me being here. About @tardisthomas and @magical_stella being here. We can’t force events into happening. It could create a paradox.
Amy: Wait, I thought @magical_stella was just a new employ—aw, shit. She almost called Jack Dad, and why the hell is her name Lala? Anyway, not forcing shit, just…I am fuckin’ scared for the makeshift family we got here, Trev. What the fuck is goin’ on?
Trevor: I have no idea, she’s always like that. Picked up a little too much of Ma’s mania or something. *he stands up and takes her hands in his* Amy, this IS scary. Everything is going to change…soon. Dad always said it’s the 21st century when EVERYTHING changes, but he’d never tell us HOW. That’s what Thom and I have been trying to figure out since he got here.
Amy: I need Mutt ta get those new bullets done, an’ I need everyone ta be ready to shoot to kill if anything tries ta mess with us, but no one but me is willin’ ta do that! *frustrated as HELL*
Trevor: *stares* Nathan’s behind that plan? Cause…that doesn’t sound like him.
Amy: He’s behind the upgraded rounds, but as far as shootin’ ta kill…no, he’s not.
Trevor: *nods gently, silently, processing this* You gotta listen to him, Amy. He’s trained to deal with this kind of thing.
Amy: It’s my default response, an’ it works. *soft*
Trevor: Listening to Nathan’s your default response? *blinks* …that doesn’t sound like –you.-
Amy: …NO. Shoot first, ask questions later.
Trevor: …How’s that working out for you?
Amy: Perfectly, just like it always does. *grumbled*
Trevor: Uh huh…you sure you don’t want to add a ‘terrible’ to the end of that?
Amy: *almost innocently* Why would I do that?
Trevor: *eyebrow* Spoilers…
Amy: Tough. Spill.
Trevor: *huffs* You’ve already gotten dragged in by IA. When are you gonna learn, Amy? You need to stop and…think.
Amy: That’s not spoiler-y at all. What’re you hidin’ from me, brat?
Trevor: *deadpan* Ask your husband, Amy.
Amy: Ask him –what?-
Trevor: *annoyed sigh* ‘Nathan, tell me about the Fae War. In detail. Now, thank you!’ That work for ya? *so pissed off right now*
Amy: *pointy finger of doom* Don’t get smart with me, Trevor Harkness. Unlike you, I don’t have the benefit of knowin’ the future.
Trevor: It’s not a benefit, trust me.
Amy: Isn’t it? You know what’s goin’ on. Why the hell can’t –you- handle this shit?
Trevor: You don’t think I’m trying! *glare* I am. Thomas and I have been trying like hell to set things right but NO ONE is helping us because you people are all so wrapped up in your own petty little affairs *stresses that word* to realize the world’s about 5 seconds from being destroyed if you odn’t pull your heads out of your asses and do something about it!
Amy: *ohgod, the GLARE he gets for stressing that word* I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M SUPPOSED TO DO! Alright? I don’t –fucking- know.
Trevor: I can’t make you do anything! I can’t influence time. There are rules. All I can tell you is talk to Nathan. He’s the key.
Amy: I’m not asking you to make me do shit. Point me, guide me, do something fuckin’ useful if you wanna see this resolved, that’s it.
Trevor: How much clearer can I be? Ask Nathan to tell you about the Fae War!
Amy: I got that! Christ, I’m not fuckin’ stupid. But in general? If you got a better plan than the one I’m workin’ with? –Tell me.-
Trevor: I don’t…I wish I did. I wish the fucking Doctor would have given Thom something more on this but he didn’t.
Amy: Great. So you just know how it’s s’posed ta turn out. Nate doesn’t say –anything.- If it’s not specific and direct, I don’t get answers.
Trevor: I don’t know anymore, now. Things that should have happened by now haven’t, and things that weren’t supposed to happen have.
Amy: Care ta be more specific?
Trevor: *lowers his voice* We’ve been trying ot get into Dad’s files for days, but they’re locked down. Hard. We can’t get in. But as we were looking for his file, we found Ma’s, and Nathan’s. *looks her dead in the eyes* and yours. *headshake* Amy…I’ve seen injuries like what happened to you before. *swallows hard* How…did you make ‘Him’ come out like that?
Amy: *narrows her eyes, folding her arms across her chest* My anger and empathy fueled Him, and there was…an incident. I got my hits in. I’m fine. Logan’s left nastier marks on me than he did.
Trevor: Normal people are not supposed to be able to do that. Dad has…walls. Not even Abe can get through them. How’d you do it?
Amy: I don’t know, Trevor. It just happened. I was pissed after a fight with Red, Jack took –that tone- with me…it just happened.
Trevor: *frowns thoughtfully* He uses that tone on Ma every day. And Red pisses you off all the time… *headshake* No…something else had to have happened. That…incident was not supposed to happen. It’s –new.- It…changed. Time changed.
Amy: I dunno what happened in your time line, so I can’t tell ya what changed. *frowning* I wouldn’t back down. I refused ta back down.
Trevor: That sounds just like you…What did he say when you wouldn’t back down?
Amy: *closes her eyes, trying to remember* He said…”Stand down, Agent. Don’t test me. I can kill you in the blink of an eye,” or somethin’ like that, an’ then his eyes did the gold thing and it was…fight time.
Trevor: *WTF face* …That…doesn’t sound like him. At all. –Ever.-
Amy: *shrugs* It was a bad night. Red found out I’d gotten married to Nathan, which pissed him off; he found out the –circumstances- of the wedding, ‘n’ that pissed ‘im off more. He started yellin’ shit about Faith, which pissed –me- off more, an’ eventually I stormed off ‘n’ found Jack, an’ there ya go. He was bein’ too –bosslike- for no real reason.
Trevor: *another WTF face* He IS your boss, Amy. He’s got every right to act like A BOSS.
Amy: *facepalm* There’s a difference between bein’ my boss an’ bein’ an asshole an’ givin’ orders just ta be an asshole.
Trevor : Isn’t it kinda like being a complete bitch when you have no real reason to? *pointed glare*
Amy: It’s how I am all the time, Trevor. I don’t pick an’ choose.
Trevor: Neither did Dad! *defensive and angry* You haven’t seen what being like he is does to him. You haven’t seen what we’ve seen.
Amy: Not like he really gives anyone the chance ta see it, does ‘e? Always so closed off an’ locked inside himself.
Trevor: *eyebrow, then snorts* Pot…meet Kettle.
Amy: ‘Scuse me?
Trevor: You’re one to call someone closed off. *simply* You put on the big tough girl act so nobody can get in, and when someone’s stupid enough to push through it, you push back so hard things get…broken. Every time. *he hates to say it, but…it’s true*
Amy: *she shakes her head, frowning* ‘Snot true. M’adopting Luke. Had to let him in. Haven’t pushed anyone away lately.
Trevor: *tough love, Trevor. It’s the only way* You’re already treating him like he’s a little baby you can coddle and…fix!
Amy: He’s broken, Trevor! We’re a bunch of broken creatures!
Trevor: *angry headshake* BROKEN PEOPLE CAN’T FIX OTHER BROKEN PEOPLE!
Amy: *icy* Watch me. It’s gonna get better. We’re gonna be –fine.-
Trevor: Fine, huh? *slow nod* I hope you’re right, Amy. I hope things can…change.
Amy: What, is it bad in your future?
Trevor: *headshakes* Not as bad as it is here…now.
Amy: We’ll make it work. We’ll fix all of this.
