Ymmv

Continued from yesterday:

  Janine stared at the ceiling in her new flat. The late owner’s blood was still turning up in weird places, but, thanks to Sara and her somewhat grousome fascination with all things forensic, she knew exactly what to do about that.

  The landlord sure as hell didn’t give a shit.

  The bullet holes had been easy. Again, Sara knew where to pick up specific weights of plaster powder on the cheap.

  And then there was

Trigger warning: Contains bitches.

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  “No, she’s not a patient, here,” said Sam, “she’s *with* a patient, here. Todd Tolenski? Only he’s probably still in the ER and hasn’t been registered, yet.”

  The receptionist took all this in, ignored it, and searched for the both of them on the computer. “I’m sorry, I can’t find either of those patients on our records. Are

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  The police were taking his statement and Todd answered while watching Manny’s hands being cuffed behind his back. The man’s eyes were manic and glistening and he looked like he was muttering to himself. He was smiling. That alone scared the living shit out of Todd. But it was over now, he told himself. He was safe. The cops had him. 

  Todd folded his arms across his chest and wished Sara was next to him.

Trigger warning: This episode contains depictions of domestic violence and some epic nastiness.

Continued from yesterday:

  Manny had left him alone for a few minutes then forced Todd to sit at the kitchen table. The cell phone was in plain view. Obviously, Manny thought it was a dangling temptation but he didn’t figure Kenny grew up in the tenements. Todd had, and he knew that if he grabbed it and tried to dial for help, he’d be dead

Trigger warning: This episode contains a continuing abduction, and sundry nasty bits.

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  Todd didn’t seem able to unfreeze himself, curled on his side in the trunk of Manny’s car. Even when he felt the undercarriage shake with the ignition turning, the panic only choked him further and clouded his brain. Think, yo, some small part of him was berating himself. Ain’t nobody can help you but yo own self, so fuckin’ do

Trigger warning: This episode contains a depiction of an abduction.

Continued from yesterday:

  Manny was livid. There were cops everywhere, he hadn’t felt this trapped since back in fucking jail - which he wasn’t going to again so help him God. If he left - which everything in his brain was suggesting he do *before* Kelly found out he’d been the one asking about Tolensky - he would never be able to get back in. Todd

Continued from yesterday:

  Todd was laughing along with the class soon enough as Sara described the sibling rivalry between Thane and Macbeth. The teacher eventually sobered the students by explaining the assignment for the weekend, and it was class reading on the new chapter until the bell rang. Joy. Another class. Next it was biology - Todd had that one without Sara. He wondered if he should skip it. Manny had showed up to every class he was enrolled in so far,

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  Unfortunately for Todd, Sara was in Study Hall. Interesting. Today’s package included a handwritten puzzle from the good Professor[1]. She saved it for last, ticking her way through the printed work in record time.

  Aha. Just as she suspected. A trick question from a college-level math board. One the Big Kids were having trouble with, no doubt.

  Sara hummed to herself as she worked. This bit went there… this part cancelled out… if you

Continued from yesterday:

  The little girl spasmed violently on the screen, something that could be interpreted - in a charitable light - as “help me” escaped her lips in an ugly garble. She toppled, helpless to stop herself, headfirst into the tile.

  The crack was clearly audible.

  And it was also obvious that Mrs Adrien was well within flinch-reach.

  The woman could have easily caught her daughter.

  She didn’t do a damn thing.

  “Why do you keep

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  Eventually, they had fallen asleep in each other’s embrace on the couch. Logan apparently didn’t mind, since nobody ever got into trouble while sleeping. And even if they did, the point was they wouldn’t be awake to enjoy it. That and the kids looked like they needed it. Naturally, When Logan discovered them thus, he had the obligatory heart attack (fortunately a manly silent one that Todd and Sara wouldn’t wake

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  Logan made another of his famous Marge Simpson noises. “Car’s out front when we’re ready.” Mrs. Ogg cleared her throat softly, looked at him and then at the door. Logan evaluated it and sighed. “Another check for Chuck to write,” he muttered. “But it ain’t vandalism if it got in her way." 

  Translation: _Don’t get her in trouble over this and we’ll foot

Trigger warning: This episode contains depictions of sexual abuse.

Continued from yesterday:

  Kurt raised an eyebrow at the teacher’s mangled German. Something about this man had just scared the living spit out of Todd… and that meant a lot of fear.

  A teacher that still held Todd’s hall pass negligently in one hand.

  “[Allow me, sir,]” he said, absently swapping to German.

  “Hm? Vhat?”

  “I can take the pass to him,”

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  “Her bike, or *a* bike[1]?” Harley whispered.

  “Scooter,” Todd supplied. “It’s currently resting in pieces, waitin’ fo’ the last parts to fix it up.”

  Harley giggled as she wrote.

  “Hey lookit. Toady Tolenski’s gonna ride the Harley.”

  _Ah, fuckit._ “No, I’m'a go ride Eileen wit’ Sara. Shut up, foo’.”

  So it’d be all over the school

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  “As for actual FTL travel, there’s a possibility that one may have trouble with dimensional instability… assuming one finds a wavelength boundary defined by the word ‘light’, of course. Wormhole travel is far more…” Sara trailed off when she saw Todd.

  He was pale. Shaken. Relieved to see her.

  “Trouble?” she asked as he slid back into place by her side.

  “…meh,” he said.

  His hands